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Once upon a time…

by @deepdarkdelights​

Release Date: March 1st

A calm life in a small village was all you ever knew, your days spent in the bakery and keeping to yourself. You liked the quiet and gentle nature of your life, but one day a wolf stands outside of your window, a stranger arrives, and people begin to go missing. Do you dare don your red coat and enter the forest?

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by @chaoticpuff17​

Release Date: April 1st

Talking flowers and rabbits in waistcoats, that’s the dreamland that Y/N remembers, but things have changed since Y/N was a child. Wonderland is under new control, and once you fall down the rabbit hole there’s no going back.

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by @chimchimsauce​

Release Date: May 1st

Is beauty a blessing or a curse? All of her life, princess YN was told that her beauty was the greatest gift her late mother ever gave her. But when her looks attract a man cruel and bloodthirsty, YN begins to think that her greatest asset is the beginning of her demise.

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by @chimchimsauce​

Release Date: June 1st

Ever since YN’s father died, she’s been trapped in her childhood home by her scheming step mother and evil step sisters. When it’s announced that the crown prince is hosting a ball to find his future wife, all YN wishes is to see her childhood friend once again. But maybe he’s been closer than she previously thought …

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by @deepdarkdelights​

Release Date: July 1st

A princess’s job is to learn etiquette and to marry, so why did you derail from that path? All it took was one instant of you departing from your fiancé’s hunting party to become lost in the enchanted forest and to stumble upon a cursed man who doesn’t believe in love. He must be so lonely…do you dare to befriend him?

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by @chaoticpuff17​

Release Date: August 1st

A village, a forest, a castle, and a dark shroud hanging over them all. Villagers keep going missing, and rumors of a beast lurking in the forest run rampant. Y/N never believed in monsters, but what happens when she goes knocking on one’s door?

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by @chimchimsauce​

Release Date: September 1st

Hoseok, the banished recluse, has always loved and worshiped merprincess YN, despite knowing he could never have her. For the longest time, he’s been content, treasuring their secret meetings. But when she begins to slip through his tentacles, Hoseok decides he will make her love him back, no matter what.

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And they all lived happily never after….

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Predator Universe Masterlist (Vampire AU)

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–> Warning: the following works are yandere-themed i.e., contains dub / non con, mentions of violence, gore and obsessive themes. reader discretion is advised.

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–> To Briar Hills, a sleepy town in the thick of the woods that rarely sees the sun. The population has always been small, but as of late that number seems to be dwindling as new predators have made the forest their home and are on the hunt. Do you dare to enter the woods? 

–> Recommended Reading Order: Predator, Purgatory, Prey For Me, Pygmalion, Pursuit

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All That Glitters | Jimin x Reader

Pairing: Soft(ish) Yandere Jimin x  Reader 

Word Count: 19k

Warnings: 18+, Yandere, Obsession, Fear, Non-Consensual Touching, Symptoms of Panic/Anxiety, Stalking, Murder, Blood, Abandonment Issues, Attempted Sexual Assault (Not By Jimin), Tsundere Reader, Insinuation of Smut (It’s spicy just not very descriptive),Bullying 

I do not condone the acts displayed in this story nor do I believe any members of BTS would actually engage in this type of behavior. This is simply written for entertainment purposes and should not be taken as a reflection of my own values, opinions, or morals. 

Preview: With the sudden news that you are set to inherit a fortune after the passing of a distant relative you are ready to become an heiress. The only problem is that there is a clause in the contract: in order to receive your inheritance you must be married. So, who better to marry than your high school stalker?

A/N: It’s 3 in the morning and I’m exhausted. This is still the condensed version of the fic. I should have just made it a two part series. Let me know if you would prefer if I cut this fic in half and post them as two parts, whatever is more digestible. Okay, I love you, I can’t wait to see you in the comments and my inbox 💜💜💜

Note: It is not specified where the fic takes place, the school system suggests South Korea but the MC’s job suggests America (the job is a vent piece about my old job) so let’s pretend this stupid car wash chain exists in SK 😂

You let out a deep, tired sigh as you toed your shoes off. Everything was hurting from the arches of your feet to the bend of your shoulders. 

Each day had become utterly boring and utterly the same. It had been another long day of work, longer than you had ever imagined in your youth. When you were younger you had expected so much more of yourself. You had thought by now, at the ripe age of twenty-six, you would have had a high power career, an apartment with a view of the city, and perhaps a boyfriend…or two. 

But life had punched you square in the gut and body slammed you with a reality check. You had spent four years in undergrad slowly accumulating mass amounts of student debt before deciding you hadn’t had enough and wasted four more years in graduate school. You had been lulled into a false sense of comfort. All your life you had been told that you were to go to college, get a degree, and then get a “real” job. You had been dismayed to learn that despite all of your efforts you never secured a job for yourself after graduation. 

In fact, even now you didn’t have the job you had worked so hard for. Instead, you were busting your ass working a minimum wage job catering to ungrateful customers who had been fortunate enough to enter the job market twenty or even thirty years before you who all believed that they deserved your undivided attention and service. 

You were just barely managing nowadays. Your apartment was more of a closet than an apartment. Everything was confined to one room, kitchen, dining, and bedroom, all except for the bathroom. You had a faucet that never stopped leaking and the oddest stains on the wall that you refused to question anymore. To put it plain and simple, you were fucking miserable. 

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Public Enemy (Part 1)

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Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Smut, Angst, Mafia!Jungkook

Warnings: mafia au, smut, nsfw, mentions of death, unprotected sex, mentions of cheating, jungkook has yandere tendicies yet he's kinda calm here lol, angst, gunplay

Word Count: 8,079

Description: You don't ask many questions when your boyfriend - a High school sweetheart of 4 years by the name of Shin - splurges his money on you and other luxuries. However, you know well enough that he works for one of the biggest mafia leaders of South Korea.

Shin and you met your Junior year of High School, but didn't officially become one until the following year. He was a quiet kid who often kept to himself, laid low and rarely conversed with others. Your friends - who you considered school friends at best - thought he was weird. Most of the male body at your school didn't act the way Shin did - and maybe that's how your crush formed. It was the dark eyes that didn't linger onto anyone for long and the plump red lips that seemed so enticing and inviting. He had a baby face when you met him - features so soft and outspoken that it made you want to pinch his cheeks.

Senior year came around and Shin changed. He grew in size - shoulders more broad, height soaring above you and many other male students. His baby face with the same features you once desired to coo and pinch were now replaced with a chiselled jaw line, piercing eyes and a lip ring right in the middle of his lips.

It didn't take long for you to become consumed by the man that was Shin. Your life slowly wrapped around him - and he knew it. He allowed his attention to be on you, as well. He gave you side glances when he knew your eyes were on him and even smirked a few times when your eyes connected; a harsh blush evident on your cheeks.

Your parents hated Shin once the two of you became official. He was not the man they thought you needed. He was older - only by a few months - and as soon as he became of age, he was covered in tattoos and a few piercings. While you graduated and attempted to look into your future, Shin had already had a job lined up. In the beginning, you were left clueless in what it was. You worked as a barista in a cafe making whatever you could while he brought in bigger cash.

You were embarrassed - now more than ever - to say that you followed Shin to Seoul and left your small town behind. It was no secret how Shin got his money and the gossiping became too much to handle. You spoke with your parents every few months when you left, ensuring that you were alright in Seoul. The phonecalls were never made by them and when you did call, it only lasted a few minutes - until it didn't. Your father stopped answering your calls, and little by little, so did your mother. You got the message that they wanted nothing to do with you now after your years in Seoul with nothing to prove of yourself.

You promised your mother that you would study in Seoul and start a job soon. Shin, on the other hand, thought you didn't need to work. He afforded an expensive luxury apartment for the two of you (that you knew he had to pay double for without any legal income) and bought most of your clothes and necessities. Now as you recollect that memories that you shared with Shin, you suppose his idea was to isolate you - to get you comfortable enough so you didn't depend on anyone but him. To not even depend on yourself.

"You must feel embarrassed." a smooth voice comes through your ears. The sudden sound makes your eyes narrow ahead and finally, you gained consciousness back into reality. You blink a few times, false eyelashes fluttering as you done so. "Sitting here crying while your boyfriend is being laid to rest." the voice says once more, this time closer and familiar. You recognize the voice - the light and smooth voice with a hint of rasp in it. "Nor are you the only one sitting here crying."

Jungkook hums as his eyes lay upon your features. He could tell by your cheeks - tear stained and puffy red - that you've been crying. However, at this moment, he was unsure if you were crying because the death of your long term boyfriend or the fact that said boyfriend - now rotting in his grave - had been going agaisnt the relationship for years now. To see the look on your face when you witness not one, but three woman crying above the closed casket of your boyfriend.

"Are you here to laugh in my face?" You scoff, bringing up your hands to wipe the tears from your eyes. You let out a gulp, your eyes trying (but failing) to keep off the three women, one across from you and the other a few feet away on your right and the last to your left. "You go to all of your dealers funerals?"

Jungkook chuckles. He shakes his head. "Only the ones with such great drama just like this!" he responds.

You roll your eyes. You turn to face him, upset with yourself for finding his smirking lips attractive. However, you managed to shake yourself out of the naughty thoughts. This isn't what you need now - not at your boyfriend's funeral.

"I should go." You accomplish saying. You glance around at the small group of people - to the once crying women who must feel just as idiotic as you, to the man men in black who dressed similiar to Jungkook. The funeral was small, not many people arrived. Shin didn't have many friends and neither did you. He was long exiled from his parents and former life prior to Seoul.

"Off to where?" Jungkook asks. He begins to follow close behind you as you make your way out of the grassy field, your heels digging into the soil. You knew you should've worn flats to something such as this. "You don't have a job and soon you won't have a roof over that pretty little head of yours."

You turn on your heels and shoot him a glare. "You don't know shit about me!" you hiss at him. The audacity of this man, a man you met only once before, to come and speak to you in such a way. You knew who Jeon Jungkook is and just how cocky he was. He had a reason to - he was the physical meaning of tall, dark and handsome. His energy oozes luxury, riches and power and damn did he know it.

"Oh but I do, sweetheart." Jungkook hisses right back, his tone laced with venom. He grasps your wrist tightly and yanks you closer to him. His eyes narrow into yours. "To think I offered you a better life with much more money, power and glory yet you deny me to stay with maggot food." Jungkook lets out a laugh - a genuine laugh as if it was the most comical phenomenon he's ever been apart of.

"Is this the real reason why you're here?" You shake your head in disbelief. "A man who claims to have money, power and glory yet pisses his pants when someone doesn't want him." It was your turn to laugh in his face, enjoying how you seem to hit a nerve. The tongue in his cheek was evident that you succeded in doing so.

Jungkook drops your wrist with a scoff. He composes himself quickly and throws you glare. "When those payments stop coming from that luxury apartment you reside and when you are forced to stop swiping those cards," Jungkook motions with his lips to the bag wrapped in your arms, the black leather bag you wore to seem more humble - it was one of the cheaper ones Shin bought for you in the beginning of your move to Seoul. "then you'll realize that you truly have nothing. Or, maybe when they come and repossess that luxury car you're driving..." Jungkook shakes his head with a chuckle. "Jimin's always hiring."

"More wine?" the soft voice of the waitress says, a look of pity in her eyes as she awaits your response.

You nod your head, a frown on your lips. You take the wine glass into your hands after she pours the red wine into it. You take a gulp, swallowing the wine whole before slamming it onto the table.

You were pissed, to say the least. You were expecting to see Shin here at the restaurant an hour ago - especially since he planned the date. You dolled yourself up for this, washing with the bodywash you knew he loved, dressing in the new designer outfits he bought for you and even pinned your hair up the way he enjoyed.

You checked your phone, not seeing any missed calls or messages from Shin - you have already sent a few to him. You scoffed, shaking your head. Now you were humiliated - stood up by your own boyfriend for an hour now while the waitress comes every few minutes to offer you wine out of pity. The surrounding tables had came and went while you remained waiting here.

"Waiting on someone?"

Your head snaps to the voice and your eyes land on a man, tall with dark hair and the same darl eyes watching you. You swallow at the sight of the familiar man.

"Jungkook-ssi." You bowed your head, realizing the man to be associated with Shin, his respected boss. You've witness the man from afar a few instances.

Jungkook raises his hand. "Just Jungkook is fine." he responds. "May I sit? Or are you waiting for someone?"

You shake your head. You were waiting for a man that wasn't going to turn up anyways.

Jungkook sits, his eyes wandering around the resturant. He motions for a waiter to come. You take note how fast service was when it came to Jungkook, the waiters and waitresses nearly running to his aid. "I need to speak with the owner." Jungkook commands.

You furrow a brow at him and speak once the waiter leaves to fulfil Jungkook's request. "What are you planning to do?"

"Too crowded here." was his response and before you can ask what he expected from such a expensive resturant, a short man comes rushing your way.

"Jeon-ssi!" the man bows to Jungkook. "If I would have known you were going to be here, I would have had the entire area vacant for your arrival."

You watch with curious eyes as Jungkook speaks with the man, his voice firm as he throws around requests. Soon, you're dumbfounded when the tables surrounding you and Jungkook are being ushered away, a few complaining customers protesting. Nonetheless, in the matter of minutes the restaurant was cleared.

"What would you like to eat?"

"Why did you do that?" you question.

"Why not?" was Jungkooks response. "I can hear you better now that we're alone."

You gulp. This felt intimate - far too intimate for a woman with with a boyfriend should be with his boss.

"What are you doing alone here?" Jungkook asks, taking his freshly poured wine and taking a sip. "I'm sure Shin isn't busy now."

You scoff. "I'm sure, as well." you murmur. "He must've forgot."

Jungkook shakes his head. He lifts up the menu before him and says, "Ashame. A man never appreciates a woman until she's fed up and leaves."

"I don't think-"

"Are you ready to order?" the waiter interupts your speech.

Jungkook eyes you and nods. "You can order whatever you want." he assures. "The steak here is exquisint."

Another hour passes and you and Jungkook converse and eat. You haven't had any calls from Shin and slowly, you have grown less concerned. Jungkook was a good conversationalist and even a flirt - but you managed to ignore them and hopefully appeared uninterested.

"Still no word from that boyfriend of yours?" Jungkook questions.

You shake your head. "No, I'm sure something came up."

Jungkook snickers. He chews on a piece of steak and swallows a few moments later. "If I had a beautiful woman like you," his eyes rake your body. You wore a lavender satin dress with a deep neckline, exposing your breast. "I would never let you go where any man can come and snatch you."

Your cheeks flush - you blame the wine. "Luckily there isn't a man snatching me." you retort.

It was that response that had Jungkook pining after you more than he was previously - unbeknownst to you and Shin. He offered you a ride home, which you declined because you drove. However, that didn't mean he went home. No, he followed and watched - from afar - as you entered your apartment, the tall and wide windows gave him a full view. He couldn't hear you but knew well enough you and Shin were arguing with the other.

As days turn to weeks and weeks into months, he already had men following you and reporting back to him. Regardless if you were going to the Salon for your monthly styling or to the boutiques for whatever designer item you can buy. He learned much about you - probably more than Shin ever did.

"Your obsession with this girl is cute." Namjoon told him once, a teasing tone in his voice.

"I think he wants her more because she has no need for him." Jin responded.

Taehyung hums. "She'll have no need for him as long as her personal bank is open." he retorts. "Get rid of the middle man." he shrugs. “Make her vulnerable that she’ll need no one but you.”

You slam your comb down on your vanity table, the clutter of lotions, perfumes and other beauty items jump at the sudden impact, a few even falling over. You let out a snarl as you tightly wrap your hair into a bun - a mess type bun that wasn't presentable in the slightest. "Jimin's always hiring." You mock Jungkooks voice. "Stupid motherfucker." you hiss.

You knew well enough who Jimin was; his name came up a few times from Shin. You didn't know the extent of the name by the name of Jimin - just assumed he was an old greasy man who pimped women out. The audacity Jeon Jungkook had to assume you would stoop low to even do that - let alone for his corporation.

It's been a week since Shin's funeral and to say you were slowly growing miserable was an understatement. You rarely slept, the dark circle under your eyes being evident of such. Your mind wandered often to the three women crying just like you were and pondered who they were and how long they've been in this affair with Shin. You couldn't feel anger with them, however. The look in their eyes when the three of you caught the other was priceless and telling. The three of you were clueless and dumb - and once in love.

You haven't eaten much in the time of Shin's death and then having to prepare for his funeral. You didn't cook much - Shin preferred to eat out. It wasn't as though you couldn't- your mother ensured you knew how to cook for yourself and your children if you decided to have any. Shin on the other hand found it unnecessary. The large luxury kitchen with updated appliances left untouched many years upon your arrival. The fridge and cabinets were useless. Since Shin preferred eating out, you only had light food and bottled drinks.

Within the hour you went from in your empty and quiet apartment to the busy grocery store in Seoul, rolling the squeaky cart down aisles in search of something - anything - you could put together for lunch. You probably looked out of place in here. You wore a denim jumpsuit - something you had for months but only wore now - and a pair of white Louboutins - a gift from Shin after he forgot your birthday dinner he planned last year. Now that you think of it, he was probably with one of the three girls you've seen at the funeral.

You scoff and throw any and everything in your cart and stroll towards the front counter to pay. Your heels clicking against the tiled floor as you done so. The cashier was a young boy who eyes you up and down before offering a smile. You do the same and place your items nearly in front of him to scan.

"Cash or credit, noona?" the boys voice rang through your head.

"U-Uh, credit." You murmur to him, wondering how caught up into your head you were to not realize how fast he was. You rummage through your purse and pull out the black card and swipe.

"Can you try it again?" the cashier says, a look on his face.

So you do. You try twice more then settled on inserting before the cashier looks uncomfortable. "I-It says declined."

"Excuse me?" You hiss back in response, your intention not meaning to sound as harsh as it did.

"It says declined, Noona." The boys face reddens. You hear a few snickers behind you. Your eyes glance at an older woman behind you, arms crossed over her chest.

You swallow. "Can you...can I try again?" you murmur to him, feeling defeated. "I know there's-"

"I can-" the cashier nods.

"There's a line!" the older woman protests. "If you don't have money then try selling your shoes."

You bite your tongue from snapping at the woman. You scoff and snatch your card from the reader and throw it in your purse. "Nevermind." you say to the cashier who looks just as embarrassed as you. You hear your phone ringing when you're half way out the grocery store.

Your eyes roll when you notice it's notice it was your bank - a personal banker to be exact. You sighed, ready to ask what the hell was going on with your card.

"Ji-hoon!" You answer as soon as you close your car door and start it. "Please tell me you know what's going on with my card?"

Ji-hoon lets out a soft chuckle - a nervous one. "Why don't you come down to the bank, Y/N-nim?"

You sigh. "Why? Is everything alright?"

You got your answer when you arrived at said bank and now sat wide eyed in front of Ji-Hoon. Everything was not alright, after all.

"He...he went into our savings?" You mutter in disbelief as you look at the bank statements.

Ji-Hoon shakes his head. "His savings." he says. "Your name is no where on here."

"B-But-" You were with Shin when he opened these accounts.

"I am aware that you were present while Shin-ssi opened these accounts. By what my documenta are saying, a few months back.." Jo-Hook continues to read. "As the main account holder, he has dropped you as a share holder."

"He can do that?" You whimper. You felt like slapping yourself. Of course he could because it's already been done for months.

"I was not aware." Ji-Hoon sighs, a look of pity on his face. "He must've went to another banker."

You allows yourself to sit in Ji-Hoon's office, trying to settle your harsh breathing. "U-Uh, um, what did he spend it on?" you muster up to ask after a few minutes. "If it says."

"That it does." Ji-Hoon nods, a frown on his lips. "He hasn't removed the money and paid with cash, yet that would look more suspicious to take such a large amount of money out."

You patiently wait for Ji-Hoom to continue, blood boiling at the sudden news.

"He's made a few payments to departments of education." Ji-Hoon reads. "Two different types of payments, however. One to the University of Seoul and another a medical facility."

You clench your fists, your manicured nails digging into the skin of your palms. You were sure it had to be one, if not two or even all, of those girls that were crying for him. You were not the only one depending on his wealth it seems. One of them was a college student - you assumed as such. She appeared younger and more naïve - if you could even judge such naïvety.

"That fucking-" You slam your hand down on Ji-Hoon's desk, starling the man. "So I'm broke?" you scoff, tears in the corner of your eyes.

Ji-Hoon swallows a lump. He cared for you like a friend. He saw the hopeful look in your eyes when you and Shin arrived here years back, both young and you seemingly in love. He didn't want to see you hurt. "Y-Yea, technically."

You let out a sob, your anger cracking into sadness at how down bad you were now. Your mind swirled into the memories of the last few years - of your mother begging you not to leave home and to your father threatening to disown you if you had, an empty threat you thought. Your mind fluttered to your high school friends who told you following Shin to Seoul was dumb after graduation.

You were sure if anyone saw you now they would be cackling at your situation. A "I told you so" slipping between their lips soon after. You didnt follow a lot of people from your old town on social media, but the few you did you knew they were either graduating their respected universities, becoming engaged, getting married and even a couple welcoming their bundles of joy to the world.

"Y-You don't have a job, right?" Ji-Hoon ponders aloud.

You shake your head, defeated. You stand, far too embarrassed of your situation.

"You can work here. I can put a word-"

"Thank you, Ji-Hoon. I will be off now." You give him a sad smile, attempting to make it as warm and inviting as you could.

You managed to wreck the apartment upon your arrival back home. You smashed every mirror in site, the anger and sadness finally getting to you. You damaged the kitchen - no cookingware left unharmed and no glass left unsmashed. You went as far as to damage the gifts he gave you - the designer shoes and purses littering your closet.

It didn't make you feel much better, but being able to scream and cry as loud as you wanted was refreshing. Your head was pounding and you were sure you looked as attractive as a bears ass. You could feel the snot on your nose drip and your cheeks puffed red.

You swallow a lump in your throat, falling onto the leather couch next to your phone. You contemplated racking your kitchen knife into it, but as of now you were exhausted.

You grab your phone and unlock it, scrolling until you found the familiar name on your screen. You press the screen and lift it to your ear, listening to the ring.

"Hello?" a soft, sweet voice answers.

Your heart flutters at the familiar sound of home. "E-Eomma." you stuttered into the voice, voice cracking."

"Y/N?" your mother voices raises. "Are you crying? What's happened?"

You shake your head, even though she wasn't there to see. It was a long story that you had no desire to speak of over the phone.

"I-I missed you." You stammered.

Your mother giggles. "I'm always a phone call away." she assures you. "And I'm sure you have enough wealth to visit."

There it was, the side comments. Your mother was known for them, yet you come to miss them and her.

"I-I..." You bite your lip. What did you have plan to say? That your boyfriend was dead? That he has been cheating on you and left you broke with nothing to your name? How could You manage to go through such disturbing events again - all in the same day?

In the end, you couldn't be upset with Shin. You had a reason to, sure. Yet you were raised better than this. Your father raised you to learn how to do anything on your own so you wouldn't depend on a man for anything. And now, you destroyed your home because of the same type of man you were raised to stay away from.

"I-"

"Is that Y/N?" You hear your fathers voice ask in the background. There was shuffling and before you knew it, your dads deep hut loud voice is speaking to you. "Are you alright? Are you pregnant?"

You hoped not. "No!" you insist.

"Hm." was your fathers response.

"I-I...we aren't-"

"Together anymore?" your father scoffs. "I know as much.".

You're taken aback. "How-"

"A man like that is never going to be faithful. Nor will he marry you." Your fathers harsh words were like reality in your ears. You could hear a few murmurs of your mother behind the phone, possibly telling him now wasn't the time.

"I-"

"She needs to hear this." Your father fires back to your mother. "She was grown enough to make the decision to follow a drug dealer to Seoul! She is grown enough to deal with the consequences of her actions."

Your fathers word cut deep, but you knew they were the truth. Your father was never the one to hold anything back- if he had something to say, everyone was going to hear it. It's what you loved and admired about him; even if those same admirations were now thrown at you.

"A-Appa, I-" your voice cracks and soon you're crying again. It's amazing how much tears you had in you - you believed you were out of tears.

"Don't cry, my love. your fathers voice soothes you, the childhood nickname you haven't heard in years making your heart flutter. "I'm disappointed in your actions, yet you are still my daughter. I will love you regardless. Come home."

You wipe your tears from your eyes, letting out a choked sob.

"I knew eventually you would." your father says. "He was never good for you."

Your fathers words hit, you admit. But it's what you needed to hear. The fact that he still loved you after all these years of ignoring and pining after a man he despised - you're forever grateful. Speaking to your parents had you come to the realization that you let yourself go. You weren't the one to let a man use you while you sat by idly and allowed it.

You would be on the next train back to your home town if it wasn't for your fathers words. Him stating that you were grown enough to deal the consequences of your actions. That he knew you'd come home eventually. Of course, you understood he meant no malice in his statement. But now that you had calmed down and let a few weeks pass, you come to your own plan. You wouldn't be the damsel in distress in your story. As the week passed, your sadness turned to anger, then to spite. You hated Shin for what he'a done to you and before you can hate yourself, you knew you had a job to do.

Shin may have been a drug dealer in Jeon Jungkook's little Mafia corporation, yet he still had duties. You knew well enough that once a week the man held meetings with his dealers. Shin was only a low level - a weakling if anything. He did nothing but ove weight. He was surrounded by higher ups who had more to do with Jeon's business. You knew of the family - a group of 6 more men besides Jungkook - who ruled besides him. Each man having power around South Korea just as Jungkook does. However, you were acquainted with Jungkook only but knew of Jimin and his dealings in the brothel and clubs.

This is how you found yourself now at such meeting, At the club owned by the family. It was a cheesy name, Persona, with dark red lights lining up across the walls. It oozed luxury and sex - as it was intended to. The music blares as you walked through, bodies upon bodies held close together - grinding against one another.

Persona wasn't an easy club to get into. You had to know someone or be someone to get in. You were no one - yet - and only attended a few times with Shin because of the dead man - maggot food Jungkook called him. You managed to give the bouncer all the money you had left - 6,000,000 won. It was risky to do so, seeing as you no longer had a roof over your head and lived out of your car that would soon be reprocessed. But - you had hope.

You made your way to the familiar route you recalled Shin taking - a back room where the meetings were held. With the amount of men in black suites hanging around, you were sure the low level dealers were done with their meetings and now it was the bigger leaders chatting. Even better.

You witness the inside of the room once. It held a stage for whatever performer - obviously a nearly naked woman - to be on. There was a black, leather couch surrounding the stage and the walls of the room held mirrors. You knew that was your destination - and as if God was on your side, you saw a cockrail waitress ready to enter the room, sporting a tight white tank too and the shortest black shorts ever. She wore a corset around her - you questioned if she could even breathe.

"I can take it for you." You offer, eyes on her ad you approached. "You look nervous."

"I am." the girl admits, her lips forming into a shy smile. "I know they're important men. They requested a new face."

You nod, liking the new information. "I'm a new face. I don't want you to feel as though I'm taking your spotlight." you back away, hands raising slightly.

"N-No!" she shakes her head. She held a tray of whiskey and a few shot glasses - a total of 7. "I-I'm a bunch of nerves. I'm sure they won't mind if you do it."

This girl must've been new. She appeared young and naïve - much like the crying girl at Shin's funeral. She didn't know everyone here and that would be your win and possibly her downfall on this job.

You grasps the tray and smile at her. "Go check on the other customers." you encourage. "I got it here tonight."

She nods and scurries off. You take a breath and turn to the door. You made sure you looked presentable (not like you had much available besides your reflection in the shot glasses). But you knew you looked good. You made sure that you scrubbed your skin clean and lotion it to perfection. You bought a cheap hotel room for the night - you were determined to not go back. You wore the tightest and sluttiest dress you owned for this occasion.

You knock twice but don't wait on a response. You enter the room and close the door gently behind you. You let out a smile but it wasn't as though any of the seven men acknowledge You. They are speaking among themselves. It was only then did you realize that theres another woman in the room, her being seated in a mans lap. You didn't know his name but watched as he spoke to a blond haired man. As you placed the tray onto the table and begin pouring drinks, your eyes wandered and landed on the woman. Your eyes widen as you recognized her.

And her eyes did the same upon the realization.

You snapped out of your trance and place the shots alongside The table and in front of the chatting men. It was your time to go onto the stage and you did just that. The pole was chrome and inviting. You weren't a pole dancer in the slightest, but you knew how to look enticing enough that it didn't matter. You took notice of the chattering dying down and adverted your eyes to the familiar brown ones staring back at you.

Jungkook watches you, his heart beating in his chest and, dare he say, his length twitching in excitement. His eyes traces the way the dress - a black bodycon dress - hugs your figure as you dance before him.

Your eyes meet with his and Jungkook offers a smirk, eyes gleaming with lust and mischief. He doesn't take his eyes off of you, and neither do you. Not even when you get on your knees, breast on full display for him, and begin to crawl slow and sensual towards him.

You're at the end of the table in front of him. Your fingers wrap around the small shot glass, whiskey untouched, and bring it to your lips. You slurp up the whiskey and once the bitter taste is in your mouth, you bring your own lips to Jungkooks, forcing his mouth open.

Theres a few hollering and laughs being thrown around at the sight of you and Jungkook, tongues twirling against one another.

"I think we should go." a deep voice says, a hint of teasing. "To give our Kookie some alone time with his girl."

His girl. At the moment you didn't understand but soon you would come to. They knew who you were and why you were here and that you weren't your own person anymore - but you were now tied with Jeon Jungkook.

You and Jungkook tongues stopped dancing when the sound of the door closes. You remove your lips from his, however you sit in his lap, arms wrapped around his neck. As if it accustomed, his hands are on your ass. He gives a light squeeze.

"Look who it is." Jungkooks murmurs against your skin. He leaves a trail of kisses down your neck to your breast. "Missed me?"

You hum, hips going to rub against his hardened clothed length. "I thought about what you said."

"Hm?" Jungkook hums in response. His hands leave your ass to rip your breast out of the tight dress. The sudden action makes you gasp. The air was cold against your hardened nipples.

"Y-yeah." You stuttered, biting back a moan. Jungkook doesn't waste any time in poking his tongue out to twirl them against your nipples. He moans at the same time as you do, louder as he begins to slurp on your buds. "Jimin's always hiring."

Jungkook grunts. His hand - right - removes itself from your breasts and comes down hard against your cheek. A loud slap echo's across the room and you're stunned in his lap. His fingers take hold of your jaw and forces you to look at him. The lustful look in his eyes says it all. "You're not selling my pussy in a brothel."

You swallow the lump in your throat. You're embarrassed - almost ashamed - at how wet his words made you. You only ever been with one man - Shin - and now being in the lap of another, someone so dominant and powerful - you were sure in a few minutes you'll be leaking in his lap.

"Who says I belong to you?" You retort, grinding your closed clit against him once more, moaning at the friction.

"You did." Jungkook licks up from your breast to your neck then jawline. "When you brought my pussy back to me without me asking."

Jungkooks lips meet yours. It was a quick, deep kiss while his hands roam your breast. He release his lips with a groan. "I can feel how wet you are through my jeans, baby. Let me have a feel."

Your own hands go to rub his shoulders and down to his biceps. You continue to rock against him with the help of his hands on your hips. The sound of moans and the friction of your clothes rubbing against one another is heard throughout the room.

You peak an eye open to see Jungkook, head rolled back and mouth slightly agape. This was your chance. You can feel the metal handle of the gun on his waist against your thigh, all you had to do was grab ahold of it...

Jungkook flutters his eyes open when he feels metal against his forehead. He glares at the hun - his own - pointing back at him. "You," Jungkook chuckles darkly, "are one sneaky bitch."

You smirk back down at him, gun firmly in your hands. You turn the safety off, incase he was feeling bold enough to test you.

"Are you going to shoot me, my love?" Jungkook fake pouts, his doe eyes feigning hurt. "And here I thought you weren't that dumb." he tsks. "Here I thought you would finally be mine again."

"I never was yours." You correct him. As your right hand pressed the gun against his head, your left played with his belt buckle, undoing it and releasing his harden length.

Jungkook gulps, his cock twitching. A trail of pre-cum slides down his veiny length. You lick your lips at the sight. You move your panties to the side and manage to place the tip of his cock against your clit.

Jungkook hisses, fist clenching when you push the gun harder against his forehead. "You dirty bitch." he murmurs. You were circling his tip against your wet clit and he wished nothing more than to show you your place and fuck you until you begged him to stop.

"I won't be in that position again." You tell him, allowing a few inches of his tip to enter you. You both inhale sharply. "I refuse to left with nothing if anything happens to you."

Jungkook flutters his eyes open to heed your expression. He bites his bottom lip at the sight of you - breast on full display for him, pussy nearly wrapping around his cock. He takes a deep breath. "Nothing is going to happen to me." was his response, voice low and firm. "And I won't let anything happen to you."

You moan, sliding his cock deeper inside you. You feel Jungkook's fingers dig into your thighs. You proceed to push his gun deeper onto his forehead in case he felt as though this was a game - it wasn't. You were serious.

"You're a powerful man, Jeon Jungkook," you slurred out, your walls clenching around his girth. "I know you aren't idiotic enough to not have legal money coming in."

Jungkook nods. He had many properties and businesses throughout Seoul alone, let alone the entirety of Korea that he employed trusted men to handle. It was effortless to run through whatever product he was selling through these businesses and the brothel alone brought in enough money to live comfortably.

"I want my name on all of your legal businesses." You rocked your hips, moving slowly. You don't tear your eyes away from his face. Jungkook's eyes snap open and his brows furrow in surprise. "I also want it on your house," you quicken your pace as you rode him, the wet sounds of your pussy only adding to the erotic encounter. "and my car."

Jungkook nods quickly, he doesn't take his hands off of your hips as you ride him.

"A smart man like you also has a will." You sigh, feeling your stomach clench. You bring yourself closer to his face and kiss his forehead next to the gun - still pressed against his head. "I want my name added onto it."

Jungkook lets out a loud groan when you tighten your walls around him. He would give you whatever you wanted if you continued riding him the way you are now. "I will." he insists. "We'll go first thing tomorrow and I'll add you to everything." he promises, hands sneaking to your ass to squeeze.

You halt your bouncing, eyes staring at him. Slowly, you lowered the gun. Jungkook whines and looks at you. He finally sees you clearly. You were fucked out - probably as much as he was. Jungkook snickers. "You have a lot of demands." he tells you. In a swift moment he crashes your back against the stage, gun now across the room. You widen your eyes at the sudden movement but you don't get the chance to speak. His right hand grips the back of your hair and yanks it back, forcing you to look at him forcefully. "But I have my own demands."

Jungkook's face is a few inches from yours as he speaks. "You can have it all. My cars, my businesses, my properties..." his tongue reaches out the trace the side of your cheek in a disgusting - yet erotic - way. "...my money. You will have the luxury you deserve and the power of being by my side. In exchange, I want your loyalty and devotion."

You gulp when he jerks your hair again. You couldn't help but moan - the sensation of his cock, still pulsing inside of you, and the grip he has on your hair. It was the right amount of dominance you craved from him.

"You will be my wife. You will love me and me only." Jungkook swirls his tongue on your lips and you open them, obeying his gesture. "And you will give me a child."

You whimper.

"Those are my demands. You and our child will want for nothing." Jungkook's word are serious, no matter if he was deep inside of you now and tongue going in and out of your mouth.

"I-I..." you stammer. "...want a daughter."

Jungkook chuckles, thrusting into you once. You cry out from the sudden sensation. "I want a son. We can have both." he begins thrusting inside of you at a harsh pace, leaving you no room to adjust to him.

Jungkook lets go of your hair and proceeds to wrap his hands around your neck. "You're finally mine." he grunts out, his eyes not knowing where they want to look. He could watch your face, the beautiful twist of your features as you take him. Or, he could watch the sight of your breast bouncing as he fucks you. He even desires to watch your pussy as he fucks in and out of you - clit engorged and wet just for him. "And all it took was for me to take out that useless boyfriend of yours."

You hear him, but you don't fully comprehend. All you know is that Jungkook is fucking into you with such force and need. "Y-You...killed...him?" you moan at each thrust inside of you.

Jungkook shakes his head. He removes himself from inside of you and swiftly flips you over, ass now in the air. He wastes no time in entering you again and continuing the brutal pace. "No, but it was orchestrated by us." Jungkook is mesmorized by the way your ass bounces against him.

Us. It doesn't go unnoticed by you - his words. You had an idea that Jungkook had something to do with Shin's death, yet without any proof you couldn't do anything. But, as time went on and you lived with the realization that Shin was not the man he said he was, you pondered if it made you seem heartless that you didn't care if he killed Shin or not. The man you loved and left everything behind was going against you to fund other women's lives - so much so as leaving you with nothing to fall back on.

"F-Fuck!" you hiss. Jungkook was hitting your G-Spot with such force and need. You don't remember the last time you had sex like this - sex with urgency. It was as though Jungkook was waiting for this moment - to fuck you like his life demanded it.

"Your pussy was made for me." Jungkook hisses. Again, he removes himself from you and once more flips you over onto your back. He was animalistic, becoming almost a different person at the sight of you being his and only his now. He pushes your legs apart and lowers himself. His tongue swirls against your clit, grunting at the wonderful taste of your juices lapping onto his tongue. He could eat your pussy forever and be content with life.

You didn't care about being loud anymore, the sound of the music just outside the door would drown out your loud shrieks. Yet and still, you could be caught right now, legs wide open and pussy of full display for Jungkook - but you didn't care. Jungkook's tongue sucking and twirling against your clit was all your mind could focus on.

"Look at how fucked out you are and I haven't even fucked a baby in you yet." Jungkook chuckles, his fingers harshly rubbing against your clit. He hovers above you now, his eyes twinkling with delight to see your breath hitching. He then brings his fingers towards your entrance, smirking at the way you whine. He enters three fingers inside of you - index, middle and ring - and thrust. The sloppy sounds of your juices mixed with the fast pace of Jungkook's fingers shoving deep into you.

"S-Shit" You curse, eyes snapping shit. Your hands go to grab onto something - anything - around you to be able to keep you up. Your stomach tighens and you knew that you were seconds from coming.

"Cum for me." Jungkook demands, blood shot eyes watching your face. "Cum all over my fingers."

You let out a sudden shriek as you do as you were told. You let go, feeling relief wash over you.

"Look how beautiful you are..." Jungkook murmurs, his eyes widening when he feels the wet sensation hit his abdomen. "...squirting all over me like a bitch in heat." he shakes his head, removing his fingers. "I'm going fuck a baby into you now."

You don't respond, exhausted by the events of Jungkook making you squirt like it was nothing. Shin never had, but sex with Shin could never compare to sex with Jungkook.

Jungkook enters you again, his hands on your hips. He fucks you with urgency now, determined to cum inside of you. He knew you would be his in the end - ever since the day he decided to speak with you over dinner. He was certain that you would come to him eventually - either willingly or by force. Shin couldn't give you the life you deserved - the power of ruling Korea, the luxury and the riches you and your children will have just by having the Jeon name.

Jungkook's thrust turned sloppy and he knew he was going to cum. He throws his head back and releases a choked moan. With a final thrust, he releases deep inside of you. You're twitching underneath Jungkook, feeling his cum ooze out of you and onto your ass. Your back falls against the cold stage and finally you're able to breath steadily.

Jungkook removes himself from you, pulling his pants up and tightening his belt. He tilts his head at you, offering a warm smile you don't see.

"Let's get you home, my love." Jungkook coos, his demeanor changing as he speaks with you. It was as if he hadn't fucked you like a slut in the club he owned. "We have a hectic day tomorrow and a wedding to plan."

You lift yourself up, eyes glancing at Jungkook. The man was calm but excited, you can tell. You pondered if this was the right decision - to be with Jungkook. His demands weren't much - to marry and bear his children. You were willing to do that for Shin at a point of time, without the man offering you half of his business, properties and eventually a will for you and your children.

You stand and fix yourself. You bite your lip and turn towards him. "Did you kill Shin?" you ask, unsure if he was telling the truth when he said he hadn't.

"I'm not a liar, my love." Jungkook responds. He turns away from you to retrieve his gun. "I did not pull the trigger, however, if you're asking me was it set up by me and my family - then yes. It was. I was not the only one who wanted that useless man dead."

Your own eyes examine his for any hint of deceit.

"I did have plans on killing him so you and I can be together." Jungkook admits, a sinister smile on his lips. "When we were bargained into doing the deed, we agreed. And now, you're mine."

You remained quiet.

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Public Enemy (Part 2)

Masterlist

Part 1 | Part 3

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: Smut, Angst, Mafia!Jimin Camgirl!Reader

Warnings: smut, camgirl, dirty talk, blowjobs, reverse cowgirl, ejaculation, jimin ruining lives and shit, spitting, sex toys, creampie, riding, dom!jimin

Word Count: 10,440

Description: After the sudden death of your boyfriend, Shin, of 2 years - by the hands of what you assume was a rival of his - you find yourself in deep shit. He assisted in paying your college tuition and other expenses you needed for school. Once the bill runs high and you're threatened with expulsion, you need money fast. Your decision to work as a camgirl wasn't your first option, but may be your only one.

You hug your figure upon entering the club. You've never been here, yet here you stand, biting your lip. You've taken the decision upon yourself to confront the man that decided to ruin your life for the mere fun of it. Maybe it wasn't a great idea - but you refused to not take matters into your own hands. After all, you had nothing else to lose - he's already taken it all.

You questioned - as you strolled by seas of people - if this was a good idea to be here. It wasn't as though you were dressed fittingly for the occasion - a long sleeved black fitted shirt and a skirt that stopped at your thighs. You felt underdressed once you entered and witnessed the many bodies of women clothed in much sexy attire.

Your feet lead you to the bar while your eyes scan for something - anything - related to Jimin. Maybe a little liquid courage would assist you in your conquest. It wasn't as though you had anything to pay towards your University now thanks to this man.

"What can I get for you?" the bartender asks, a man with burgundy dyed hair and a nose ring asks as you arrive.

You scan the many amount of options displayed at the bar. "Whiskey." you respond, going to take a seat at the crowded bar. "Just a shot."

You examine as the man goes to pour you a shot. You weren't a drinker in the slightest, so when he sets the shot in front of you, you baby sit it. Holding it in your hands you examine the bar area.

You yelp when you feel your shot being snatched from your hands. You widen your eyes and go to turn to see who the person was.

"O-Oh." You murmur, scanning the familiar face standing besides you.

"I watched you sit with a good shot far too long." the voice of Shin's ex says, hearing her voice perfect through the music and chattering voices.

She sits nexts to you, her hands in her lap as she waits for your response. You noticed her dress, black bodycon, sit against her figure.

"N-Not a drinker." you stutter. You recalled this was the woman who was speaking with the only familiar man at Shin's funeral. You come to know she was Shin'a longest girlfriend.

"I'm not going to eat you." She laughs, a soft blush on her cheeks. Maybe she had more to drink than she led on. "Nice to formally meet you..."

"Y/N." you answered, nodding at her. Your nerves were still sky high, not expecting to be in her presence anytime soon - if not, at all. You didn't speak to her - or anyone besides your friend, Iseul - at the funeral nor did you have any intentions to.

"Hm," she hums. "cute." she murmurs. "You don't look old enough to graduate medical school so you must be the one with the tuition fees."

Your cheeks flush and suddenly, your throat is dry. You wished you had the chance to down the shot. "I-I...he told you?" you ask. "Or-"

"I found out after my card declined at a grocery store." she giggles, shaking her head at the memory not long ago. "Then when I go to the bank," the bartender sets down two more shots, one in front of you and her and nods. "I get told that I'm broke and he goes into," she lifts the shot to her lips and downs it. She coughs and shudders. "that was rough. Anyways, he goes into our savings to pay for tuition fees and medical school."

You widen your eyes, your heart now pounding. Now, you feel horrible. You didn't know anyone's situation or how much he funded others'lives. But, you were aware Shin was a giving person. He paid for your tuition fees and funded your lifestyle along with the apartment close to your University. "I'm sorry-"

"Did you know?" you shut your mouth at her interruption. "That you weren't the only one?"

You shake your head. Upon meeting Shin, his demeanor wasn't one of a man who had many women under his belt. While the two of you were out, he didn't entertain the amount of women who would throw themselves his way and try to catch his eyes. Your mind couldn't comprehend how much money one man can spend between 4 women.

"Then I can't blame you. You have no need to apologize." You let out a sigh of relief at her words. You were glad she wasn't upset with you. "I'm sure you've had enough grief since his death."

If she only knew.

"What brings you here?" she asks you and leans against the bar table. "You should drink that." she points to the shot in front of you.

You take a deep breath and do. You take the shot and gag, almost throwing up the disgusting whiskey in the back of your throat. You manage not to and opt to cough instead. You hear giggling coming for next to you and you feel hot with embarrassment.

"You aren't a drinker, I see." she tells you. "Here," she grabs a few napkins and hands them to you. "you have whiskey on your cheeks."

"Thanks." you murmur. You managed to humiliate yourself more than you desired.

"So," the woman pushes herself closer to you. "tell me. I'm all ears."

You wipe your mouth and tilt your head. "T-Tell you what?" you ask. "Do you honestly care how shit my life has become since Shin's death?"

She shrugs but there's curiosity in your eyes telling you that - yes, she did indeed want to know how shitty your life was. Maybe because she had already opened up to you about her own situation.

"Well I suppose it started when I realized there were 3 other women crying at my supposed boyfriends funeral." you mumble but then laugh at how insane the situation was and the 4 different point of views. 

To say that your parents were proud of you would be a lie. They were great parents - truly! However, they often told you that you lived in a fantasy world. They wanted you to live the life they couldn't- to attend an exceptional college as a lawyer or doctor and make them proud enough to brag. You got accepted to Seoul, but not as what they desired.

"It's never too late to change!" Your mother told you on your second semester as an art major. "There's no money in that business. How would you support yourself?" was your fathers words.

Regardless of what they thought, you stood it out. Art was what you loved and though they considered it a hobby and not a career, they couldn't force you to do something you didn't wish to.

When you met Shin you were over the moon. You never thought someone of his nature - confident, outgoing and independent - would decide to aak you out on a date. He made you feel whole - welcomed. He encouraged you to further your career as an art major. He gave you artsy gifts - canvas and expensive brush sets and paints and has you paint for him often. It felt amazing to have someone appreciate your passion.

"Who are you to the patient?" a doctor asked, her voice booming over your head. You gulp, your head racing back through the memories of your boyfriend and you.

"I-I..he's my boyfriend." You murmur to the doctor. You watch her expression change, a look of hurt and confusion evident. "Is everything-"

"You can wait here." the doctor says, turning on her heels and sauntering away. You snapped your mouth shut as you watched her back. You were defeated.

If someone would have told you that you would be painting in your apartment - rented and paid for by your boyfriend, Shin - and waiting for said boyfriend when you heard 2 gunshots just outside your door to see him on the ground bleeding to his death...you would have laughed. Even suggested whoever told you to write a movie script.

But here you were in Seoul's busiest hospital covered in Shin's blood. It's been hours since you saw the doctor who questioned you and anyone you would ask concerning Shin's condition would either ignore you or state that you needed to wait for the surgeon.

"Y/N."

"I'm fine." Was your immediate response.

"You were drifting off again..." the voice, Iseul - a friend of yours from University, had murmured. Her eyes drifted around the grassy area.

You take a deep breath, wiping your tears. You shouldn't be crying now - especially when it concerned Shin. The man you loved and adored; who catered to you and your dreams was nothing but a facade of what he truly was. A cheated - and that made you no better in your eyes. Believing that a man of his nature would be genuine in returning your feelings for you and not for what you gave hin in return.

"I feel so stupid being here." You murmur to your friend, Iseul's eyes casting to your own. "When there's other women here crying for the same man I thought was my...never mind."

Iseul's hands rest themselves on your back. She inches closer to you. "I'm sorry you had to go through this." she says into your ear.

You were grateful to make a friend in Seoul that was as kind as Iseul is. She often put your needs first in any situation - no matter if life was hitting her just as hard. She sat with you for hours at the hospital as you cried on her shoulder. She consoled you with the discovery of Shin's affairs and relationships with other women - all without judgment.

"Do you know anyone here?" Iseul asks, pondering ask she looked around.

You shake your head. "Not really." you respond. You see a few familiar faces - a dew feet away from you stood the doctor who asked who you were to Shin. Ironically, she was in the same position as you and now that you thought back to her behavior towards you, you understood. Across from you you recognized a man, dark hair and doe eyes, conversing with another woman - one of Shin's many girlfriends no doubt - while she glared him. Whoever that man was, he was the inly familiar face here upon people.

"Should we go?" you ask Iseul. "It feels wrong being here. I'm not even sure when I stand in this situation."

You bite your lip, eyes glances at the women around you before sighing. You hadn't spoken to any of them at your arrival and they hadn't attempted to. Maybe it was easier that way - to pay your respects to Shin - what little respect you had left for him - and be on you way.

Your eyes catch a pair of dark ones staring back at you. You furrow a brow at the unfamiliar man watching you with hooded eyes. He stood far away, dressed nearly similar as as the five other men surrounded him and the one man across from you speaking with Shin's girlfriend. You didn't know who he was to Shin, but you assumed someone he worked with - the shady drug business.

You shivered, the idea that anyone of these men here could not be who you think they are at first glance - far too attractive to not have anything morally wrong with them. "Let's go, Iseul."

"I salute you." You hear the woman say across from you, raising her shot glass before downing it. "Going against your parents for the right reasons...unlike me."

"Are you sure you should keep drinking?" you question, yet you enjoyed her company and compliments.

"They're free." she shrug. "So you like...paint?" she questions, mind foggy at the idea of an art student. When you nod she smiles. "Well, that's nice I can say. Okay continue. But I have to pee so..." she points her head to the right. "...follow me."

"Are you alright?!" Iseul screams as she slams your door to your room open, wide eyes and arms up ready to pounce on anything threatening to harm you. She had heard you scream loudly - out of frustration - and didn't waste any time in getting to you.

You frown, ignoring her loud intrusion and continue to read the email sent to you by your University. You sat cross-legged onto your bed, laptop in your lap. Iseul steps closer to you, arms crossed at how nonchalant you now looked after the blood scream you let out not long ago.

"Y/N I swear-"

"I don't have enough for this semester." You murmur to her, glancing up to see her face. Iseul frowns back with slumped shoulders. "Shin just paid last semester fees and..." you sigh once more. You slam your laptop shut and lean back against your head board.

Iseul lowers herself onto your bed. There wasn't much else she can say - she offered to help you pay for college. She herself didn't pay and had full support from her parents - you envied her - but you refused. You got yourself in this mess when you got comfortable with Shin's money and now, you had to dig yourself out of this hole.

"I could help-"

"Don't." You interrupt her. "I'm an adult. I made adult decisions and now I have to make some more to get out of this mess." Your hands massage your temples. It wasn't as if you didn't have a job - you did. It was a coffee shop - however cheesy and cliche it was as a University student - but you had one. When you met Shin, he suggested that you lessen your hours to only two days a week (only because you refused to quit like he suggested). Luckily, you had the job still and all you had to do was work more hours.

Iseul nods. "Well," she coughs. She avoids your eyes - she was hiding something. "are you sure you can manage the cost of tuition plus rent?"

Rent. You slapped your forehead and groan. While you were caught in the moment with tuiton fees and withering in your own self pity, you completly failed to remember that you lived in an apartment fully paid for and furnished by Shin.

"Not even mentioning the car. I'm sure it isn't paid off." You say more to yourself than Iseul. "I hate him." you snicker. "I hate myself more, however."

Iseul lets out a low giggle. "You shouldn't hate yourself. You didn't ask to be in this situation." she wraps you in a one arm hug. "If you stop being stubborn and allow me to help you."

"You can help me by supporting me. All I need is a friend by my side." You tell her. Iseul was the only one who knew of your current financial situation and the mess that was Shin. You didn't even bother telling your parents about Shin - a man who worked for a shady business that made him thousands of dollars so quickly. That would be asking for a disaster.

"Always." Iseul smiles. "Now, I'm going to go back to cooking. I thought you were getting murdered here." she hisses out the last part and makes her way out of your bedroom.

As you watch her close the door, you grab hold of your laptop, your bottom lip caught between your teeth. You open your laptop and type into the search bar. You haven't hit this low in a long time - and before you had hit this low was before you met Shin. At around the right time you add. You didn't have to do what you were thinking about doing now.

The cam site changed in the span of two years and you had to click on 'forgot password' to enter the account you made years ago. When you got in you gulped, questioning just what you had to do first to become a cam girl. You started by clicking the premium option - paying for a quicker outcome just might be the right option to do to get your content out at a faster pace. More subscirbers the better.

"Ohhh!" you hear her voice as she comes out of the stall and goes to wash her hands. "So, you're a cam girl? How is that?"

You shrug your shoulders. "Money's money." you respond to her, unsure how you exactly feel about the situation yourself. You knew you had a few loyal subscribers that paid a big price to subscribe to you and even tip you while you livestream and with that you can fund your life. However, this wasn't what you wanted to do forever.

"True." she nods her head and turns off the faucet water. She looks over herself in the mirror, her eyes glancing at you through the reflection. "Does your friend know?"

You shake your head. "I can't tell her." you exclaim.

"Is she a prude?"

"No. I just..." you tilt your head and let out a breath. "Don't want her to be disappointed in me. Or anyone in my life. The less people that know the better."

She nods her head. "I agree." she turns around to face you. "So what brings you here then?"

You take a deep breathe. Your eyes watch the screen of your laptop, reading the comments of your subscribers coming in. You had sent out a notification informing them that you would be livestreaming today. You were sure by a miracle that you had enough to bring money in with their tipping. Of course, it wasn't big bucks but it was enough to get you onto a payment plan with your University.

It has already been 2 weeks since the funeral and about a week since the emails you received from your school threatening expulsion due to tuition fees. Any money you managed went to them - from the small cafe where you worked extra hours depending on tips to now caming during the night. If your parents saw you now, you pondered how disappointed that would be.

"Okay..." you murmur to yourself, a little pep talk before you start the stream. As you press a few buttons, you smile sweetly at the camera. You watch the screen, the messages of loyal subscribers praising you. "Do you guys like the outfit?" you question, your hands rubbing your nake thighs. "It was a gift from one of you. I love the way it fits."

You accepted gifts - only sent through P.O box where you obtain from the post office. If a subscriber had a special request for you - it being lingerie, sayings, even by you moaning a name - it was all a fee your subscribers were willing to pay. A win-win, you suppose. Today you wore a specific outfit sent by a subscriber - a typical school girls outfit.The tight white button up shirt hugged you tightly - you wore no bra and made sure your ac was turned low enough for your nipples to be hard before your arousal kicked in. The plaid skirt didn't leave anything to the imagination and instead of wearing the lace underwear he bought for you, you decided to spice things up with the crotchless underwear you already had. 

"I'm so excited to use a new toy I was also gifted." you giggle, enjoying the amount of tips coming through. "It's right behind me." 

You were adtonished by the amount of items you got from one subscriber - but this was where you were left speechless. Usually, during your livestreams, you opt to vibrators and dildos. It did the trick each time - for you and your subscribers. But, this wasn't a dildo. It was the whole thing - a male sex doll, just the lower half, however - starting from the belly button and stopping at the thighs.

You turned over, your ass in the camera as you did so. You purposely arch your back and spread your thighs. You lower your head and wrap your lips around the rubber cock of the, sucking it sloppily, making sure the camera had enough view of your ass and the sucking. You were already wet and wanted to speed the process up - sucking a rubber cock wasn't your thing - but it could be for the amount you charged the subscriber for. 

Jimin's eyes glue to the screen as he watches your livestream. You lift your lips up from the rubber cock - a gift from him along with the school girl's lingerie. It cost him a hefty amount - you had a fee for everything. But, that didn't stop him. He had more than enough money to spend - especially when it came to you.

"You're so big, Jimin." he hears you moan. His throat runs dry and his eyes widen in shock. He nearly forgot he paid an extra fee - the most expensive - for you to say his name. Jimin quickly throws his pants off and takes hold of the lube beside him. Squirting it into hands, he touches his exposed cock, pre-cum already dripping from his tip. To think you had just started and he was already prepared to cum.

"I can't wait to fuck you." you moan, kicking your knees over the side of the sex doll, positioning yourself over the tip of it. Jimin breathes in, his eyes fiaxed on your wet clit, the crotchless underwear you wore leaving nothing to hide. You rub the tip of the cock against your pussy, your moans are like heavy to his ears. He starts to pump his olwn cock, unable to wait for you any longer.

"Fuck!" Jimin hisses. He observes you through hooded eyes.

You place the cock at your entrance and slowly sit down. Your soft yelp makes him bite his lips. You waste no time in riding the dildo, your pussy gripping it. He knew you were tight - you had to be. You only fucked yourself with dildos or your fingers - oftentimes he would imagine it was his own fingers inside of you, feeling out your juices. He would finger you until you beg and pleaded with him to stop, but he wouldn't. Who would when they had the tightest most sweetest pussy in front of them.

"I love your cock so much Jimin!" you moan out, eyes now shut as you continue to ride. "It was as though your cock was made for me and me only."

Jimin wants to push his head and shut his eyes, but the spell you cast upon him doesn't allow him to. No, instead his eyes watch the way your ass bounces as you ride. He enjoys the way your clit is engorged - he pokes his tongue out of his mouth wishing he could just have a taste of it. He could see it - your juices dripping down your thighs. The sound of him roughly pumping his cock to the site of you could be heard throughout his room - he was thankful he had his own home because he would be caught dead if he lived with his brothers.

"F-Fuck...shit." you groan out, removing the cock from your pussy. You turn around and face the camera and Jimin nearly cums. He has to halt his pumping at the sight of you. Your own hooded eyes laced with lust, bottom lip between your teeth and sweat on your forehead. "Your cock feels so good." you lick your lips. "And I'm the only one that's going to feel good on your cock."

Jimin nods as if you were there with him right now. You weren't, but soon you would be - he was sure of it.

You proceed to get into position, now facing the camera. You enter the cock inside you again, your breast now outside the buttoned shity, your nipples hard. Jimin couldn't wait until those nipples were in his mouth - he would suck them until they were swollen. The things he would do to you.

You sit fully on the cock now, head thrown back. Jimin proceeds to pump his cock at the sight. Your breast bounced at the fast pace you were riding. Your right hand cups your breast, pinching your nipples.

"You're such a cock-hungry whore." Jimin grunts out, his eyes flickering from your clit, to your face and your fingers pinching your nipples. "Always coming back for more no matter how much of my money I give you."

"I'm about to cum, Jimin..." you moan out, your voice is getting higher. Your pace quickens, still riding. Your hands trails down to your clit and you rub circles. "...I'm going t cum all over your dick, Jimin. P-Please can I cum?"

"Ugh...fuck baby," Jimin shakes his head. He was near his own high. "Cum all over my cock..." he grunts, his eyes closing. His ears can hear how wet your pussy is - your fingers playing with your clit roughly and you crashing down on the cock. 

"Fuck I'm cumming!" you choke out. 

"Me, too, baby!" Jimin holds his breath, his pumping going sloppy and soon, you're cumming right along with him. His cum shoots out and lands on his thigh, the warm liquid sliding down in inner thigh. He takes a deep breath, twitching at how hard he came because of you. After a few minutes to catch his breath, he opens his eyes to see you removing yourself slowly from the cock. 

"Thank you all for watching." Jimin hears your whimper. He smiles at how shy you suddenly were. "And thank you Jimin for allowing me to cum."

You were going to be the death of him.

You remained quiet, waiting for her to say something else after you explained your livestream situation. You gulp, cheeks reddening. "Are you going to say anything?"

"I didn't know you were such a freak." she admitted, breaking out in a fit of giggles. "I suppose it's the quiet ones."

You couldn't help but join her in laughing.

"But," she crosses her arms and leans against the sink. "I think we need to talk about Jimin."

"I already know about that crazy son of a bitch." you hiss, a sudden change in demenour. "He's the reason why I'm here tonight."

"What's your plan?" she asks. "To get him to sign a will? That's what I'm doing."

"A will?" you question. "No, I just...ugh I just want to strangle him. He left me with nothing!" you screech.

She furrows a brow. "Do tell, girl."

"Before I do," you tilt your head. "What is this about a will?"

You shrug. "There's power in pussy." you respond. "I've decided to let Jungkook fund my lifestyle in exchange for me," she likes her hands and begins to do air quotations. "loyalty and devotion. And a child."

You yelp. "Jungkook? Wait is that the-"

"Yes he is." she says, shrugging. "I've lived too well with Shin to up and get a job now. Besides, as long as I'm on anything he owns that is legal then I don't see the problem."

You hum.

"Go on. I feel like we're just getting to the good part."

"What the hell?" you shout as you sprint towards your car. You looked ridiculous in your pajamas, sure, but you didn't waste any time when you awoke hearing banging on your door. It was a few kids from your apartment complex - they were all warning you of the man repossessing your car. "I still have a whole month until the payment is due!"

"That indeed you do." the man says, your car halfway onto the large truck. "However, you aren't on the title of this car, unfortunately. And we've been told that the actual owner is deceased."

Your fists clenches and you want to tell him off -to scream and yell at him because damn did all of this mess manage to piss you off more than it should. How long did you have to be reminded that Shin was dead - you already worked doubles at the cafe and livestream for hundreds of men at night. All of your money went towards University and only relied on gifts from subscribers if you wanted (more needed) anything new.

"How did you find out?" was what you asked after you took a few minutes to calm down. "And can I get a few belongings before you take it?"

"I'm not sure myself. I just came to repossess." the man responds. "You can, just make it fast. I have more lots to hit before I'm off."

You bite your tongue back from a snarky remark. Now you were beyond humiliated - this was a luxury apartment for fucks sake! You were now caught with a dead mans car and they're repossessing it in front of your neighbors. You appeared utterly pathetic at this point.

As if your humiliation wasn't enough in front if your neighbors, the letter on your door possibly adds fuel to the already burning fire. You snatch the letter of eviction from your door and read - blood boiling at this point in time. You read over snd over again, your mind not comprehending how these people know of Shin's death so soon. Even in the eviction letter, they stated that the renter is "deceased". Did people such as them have access to information?

A notification ding rips you from your thoughts. It was an email, you felt the vibration of your phone from your back pocket. You crumble the paper in your hand and make your way inside your home. You take your phone out and look through your notifications - one catching your eye.

It was from the caming site, a direct message sent by a certain someone - Jimin. You recalled your caming session with the man of the same name in which you moaned to. You came hard that day, never having such a sex toy as the one he got you. You wonder if he has any other requests for you.

Jimin had to be a rich old man who had his own sick fantasies for young women. Your prices were high - just for him - and he paid it all effortlessly, never forgetting to tip you.

You opened the message quickly and read. You noticed the instant payment he sends that wires directly to your bank account and gulp. It was a total amount of ₩3,000,000.

Your eyes scan through his words, his requests for you to meet him. Now you were afraid - you didn't want to lose Jimin as a subscriber. The man was obviously rich and didn't have shit else to do with his money besides spend it on you. But you didn't want to meet these men at all - you were simply a camgirl, nothing more.

p.jm: I can see you read my message, kitty.

You gulp , throat dry at his sudden response. He was waiting for you to respond.

p.jm: Do you need more won for convincing?

You begin typing but was unsure of what to say. ₩3,000,000 was a lot of money for one more to speak with you, and the fact that he offered even more was downright insane of him.

₩3,000,000 more deposits itself to your bank account - now you're shaking with wide eyes. You manage to type and send a message to him.

you: you've sent me enough!

you: im not sure if i can meet with you. i'm willing to send back your money?

p.jm: Don't.

You tilt your head, waiting for another response.

p.jm: It's your money, after all.

p.jm: Name your price. And I'll send it.

You bite your bottom lip, hands shakily responding.

you: what is it that you want exactly?

p.jm: Whatever you're willing to give me

p.jm: But if that comes out too forward - how about dinner?

You had to know how lonely this old man was to not have anyone there that he would settle on thousands to give to you just for that.

Were you the one in the wrong for contemplating it? You didn't know this man - he could be a killer for all you did know. This could be his way to capture and literally murder you.

That or he could be a greasy old man who preyed off of you pussy - your first thought.

p.jm: How about I pay you extra the day of?

you: you've already paid me enough!

p.jm: There's no limit when it comes to you

p.jm: If you make up your mind, meet me here around 6

He sends you an address. You are quick to look it up to sigh in relief. It was a public place, thankfully. If you did decide to go at least it wouldn't be in a secluded area like his home.

You take a deep breath and exit the chat. You had a lot to think about, but you almost felt ill to know that you were questioning yourself on going. He paid you double, and was willing to pay triple when you arrived. Plus, you didn't have to do anything you didn't want to. Just dinner and talking, and at the end of the night you'll run for the hills.

You were nervous - that was evident. You were able to catch the bus to Persona, the club not far. You never been here - not even with Shin and you've been to a lot of places with the man. You entered the club. It wasn't open yet and you pondered just why he would send you here. Upon entry you felt unwelcomed. A few employees eyed you with questioning looks. Behind the bar a few bartender tilted their heads as you strolled in. You were about to leave, embarrassed that you possibly had the wrong location when you're stopped.

"Are you waiting for Park-nim?"

You turn towards the voice. It was one of the bartenders, a fitted black button up shirt with matching black pants eyes you as he wipes a few glasses.

"I-I, Um, I'm not sure." you murmur. "Is that...Jimin?"

The bartender halts his cleaning. He glances around the other employees around you who equally halt.

"Maybe I..have the wrong-"

"No!" a waitress, a nervous laugh coming from her throat. "Please sit! Did you want something to drink?"

"I can take your coat here, noona!" a young male bartender offers.

The change in demeanor was confusing, but you shake your head. "It's alright-"

"I'll go get Park-nim for you." the bartender bows. "Everyone out. Now."

You examine as the remaining bartenders and cocktail waitresses scurry to leave. What in the world had shifted in their behavior towards you?

Soon you're left alone in the middle of the large club. You decide to sit at the bar and wait - maybe Jimin was the owner. He had to be, the employees flocking around by just the sound of his name.

You peeled your coat off of you, sitting it aside. You take a deep breath - the employees must've called you desperate to be here waiting for an old man to have dinner with you.

"Hello." a smooth voice sounds behind you. You yelp, goosebumps prickling your skin at how close the voice sounds.

Your head turns and suddenly your mind leaves your body. You're tongue tied when the man hovers dight above you, his eyes staring down into yours. "Y-You're-"

"Jimin." he responds, his voice low and angelic. "Park Jimin."

You sit back, your back against the bar island. "I-I...you're not old." you stammer our, and immediately slap yourself mentally at your words. "I-I mean...I know you." you reveal, your eyes squinting slightly to understand just where you knew this man from.

Park Jimin was familiar - yet you didn't out your finger on it. You would - without a doubt - recognize a man in this nature. Blond hair parted down the middle with chubby cheeks - yet the sharpest jaw line you've seen. He wore all black - black v-cut shirt with black pants and Chelsea bolts to match. His eyes were captivating and inviting and you swore you noticed a pink hue to her eyelids. 

"We have met." Jimin nods in agreement. "By happenstance. So sad about the death of your partner."

You widen your eyes as realization dawn upon you. He was the same man that you had caught looking at you at Shin's funeral - this time his hair dyed blond. You would've told yourself that you could never forget a face like his. Something deep down in your core told you that this couldn't be a coincidence that this man entered your life again.

"What's wrong, kitten?" he inches closer to you, a sweet smell if mint on him.

"I feel so mortified." you admit. You knew the risks of being a cam girl but you prayed that whoever was watching you was not someone you knew in real life - or even met for that matter.

"There's no need to." Jimin lifts his hand to carees your cheek softly. Your skin grows hot and your head is starting to get dizzy. The closeness between the two of you makes you feel intoxicated.

He wasn't an old man - an old man with wrinkles and the old-person-scent (that didn't necessarily smell good or bad - just bland). He wasn't a creep who fed off of the energy of a young women - he was a wealthy, attractive and enchanting man. And you knew that was worse.

"Are you hungry?" Jimin steps away, his smile widening at your gaze upon him. "We have a kitchen here. They normally specialize in bar food, but they can make whatever you like."

Not long after Jimin and you are eating pa-jun pairing with the dipping sauce. It was something light and easy to eat while both of you converse. Jimin spoke of his business - the club that was Persona and the reasoning behind it. But, you were no fool to know that it was much more than Persona. Persona was the legal side of his business. If he was connected to Shin in any way, there was always a much darker side to this.

"What about you?" Jimin sips his wine - weird to have at a club, but he was the owner after all. "What do you do?"

Your eyes met his and you couldn't help but flush. It was as though he was taunting you. He knew what you did for money; after all he was your main source of income.

"I-I'm an art major." you respond to him, glancing around the quiet club to avoid his eyes. "I attend the University of Seoul."

Jimin nods his head. "What type of art do you partake in?" he questions. "I enjoy performing arts."

You hum. Jimin's physique - slim but firm - told you that much. You wondered if he enjoyed permoring the arts himself or better watching it. "I enjoy all types." you admit. "I'm not a great performer, however."

Jimin tilts his head to the side as he stares at you. "I think you'd be a great performer." he tells you. Your eyes catch his and the gleam in his eyes tells you everything you need to know about his words. You remain quiet, unable to respond to him. Jimin was a smooth talker and an obvious natural flirt. He knew how to get a women to blush and clench your legs - that's all you've done the entire time you and him spoke with one another. 

This was not your intention - not at all. Again, your first impression of Jimin was an old man that chased after young women. However, Jimin was as enchanting as ever. He was attractive - and he knew it. He spoke and strolled around the club like a king in a castle. He stood tall and held his head high with confidence. He toured you around his quiet club, insuring you that he would be opening later on in the night.

So, it was safe to say that one thing led to another and now you had Park Jimin - the man who was involved in shady business with your ex and paid you millions in won - cock shoved down your throat. Tears prickled the corners of your eyes and your hands grips his naked thighs. His hands were entangled in your hair, keeping you steady so he could thrust roughly down your throat.

"Your throat feels so amazing for me." Jimin grunts, the tightening of your throat mixed with the wetness of your saliva had his mind going insane. The amount of times Jimin thought about you in this very position, his cock deep in your throat - or in your pussy, either or. Now that he was living it out he would be content. Not for long, you weren't his now but you soon will be. He would give you a choice first - to come willingly or by force. Whichever was fine by him.

Jimin yanks you away from him, his cock twitching. He groans loudly, shutting his eyes tightly. "I don't want to cum yet." he tells you. He peaks his eyes open and smirks down at your disarrayed appearance, saliva dripping down your chin and eyes filled with lust. "Are you going to let me fuck you, kitty?" Jimin's low voice rumbles from his chest, almost needy.

You were in a trance. You didn't know you were nodding your head until you realized Jimin had lifted you, your legs wrapping around his waist. Jimin was strong, far more than he appeared. His lips kiss your neck and his hands cup your ass. He was in bliss inhaling your scene - the scent of lavender and vanilla - and feeling your body against his. He pokes his tongue out to suck on your neck. "You smell good, kitty." Jimin moans against your neck. "I need to be inside of you."

You moan when you feel Jimin push you against the bar island, not caring about the expensive alcohol glasses falling on the floor. His lips reach your own while his hands cups your breast. He was in a rush to feel you - to relive the many moments he had came to you in his hands.

You were the one to release his lips for air. Jimin takes this as an opportunity to shove his hands between your legs, shoving your pants down and opening your legs wide. Licking his lips, Jimin smirks. "You're already so wet for me, kitty." Jimin purrs against your ears. He lowers his head between your legs and kisses your clothed clit. "I promise to eat you out next time, kitty. I just can't wait to have you around me."

Jimin doesn't remove your panties, instead pushes them to the side and enters two of his fingers. You yelp at the sudden action, but buck your hips nonetheless. Jimin hisses and groans. He shoves his underwear to the side and places the tip of his cock at your entrance. The need to be inside you was far greater than anything else at this moment - even the leaking alcoholic beverages soaking the floor.

You let out a deep breath when Jimin enters you. "W-Wait. You need a con-" His pace was slow and steady, trying to get you to adjust to him. His hands hold you close to him by your hips while your own hands grip to the island. "Your pussy's so tight, kitty." Jimin bites his lip, interrupting your words and quickening his pace. His right hand releases your hip and his thumb rubs your clit.

You push your head back and moan loudly, your pussy clenching around him. His thumb twirls and circles your clit as he fucks deeply inside of you. Your juices grip around him - something he would never feel if he wore a condom. The sounds of skin hitting skin could be heard throughout the club, along with the wet sounds of your pussy.

"Jimin..." your eyes squeeze shut. You never thought you would be moaning his name for him in person but you are now. "...it feels so good."

Jimin enters his thumb into your mouth. You suck it, tasting your own wetness he caused. "You're so dirty." he chuckles darkly, shaking his head. "You're taking me so well, kitty. Your pussy was made for me." he exclaims. "Say it."

Your words get caught in your throat and you don't stop sucking Jimin's thumb in your mouth. Sex hadn't been this amazing in months for you - the dirty talking, the exhibitionism and the act of being caught right now; it all drove you crazy. Jimin was a walking enchantment who could make you do anything with just a look - it was dangerous.

Your throat releases a sudden cry when you feel a tight grip. Jimin's hand snatches your throat and forces your eyes open, all the while he fucks deeper inside of you. "Say it. Say your pussy was made for me, kitty." he hisses into you. It was amazing how someone like Jimin could go from sweet, gentle and flirty to the exact opposite in a manner of seconds.

"M-My pussy was made for you, Jimin." you choke, feeling your wetness slide out of you and onto your thighs.

Jimin snarls. He kisses your lips roughly - a sloppy kiss you return. Without warning, he lets go of your lips and spits on you. The warm saliva dripping down the side of your cheek - the act was disgusting, yet you couldn't help but cum right then and there at the disrespectful act. You came hard - your legs shaking and eyes closed tight. The overstimulation coming from Jimin was almost unbearable. "Where do you want me to cum, kitty?" Jimin asks you. "Should I cum inside of you? A whore like you would like that, wouldn't you?"

You nod your head, tongue licking your lips.

"Or should I cum on your face? Let everyone when they come back know who you allowed to use you like the dumb whore you are." Jimin's thrust were sloppy, but powerful. "I think I'll leave that for next time, kitty. I'm going to cum inside my pussy this time and you're going to take it all." Jimin release a low grunt before you're feeling the warm substance enters deeply inside you - so much that it releases over your thighs and onto your ass.

"Wow." she murmurs. "That's hot."

You roll your eyes. "I regret giving in so easily." you responded. "He's crazy."

"Aren't they all?" she asks. Jungkook wasn't sane in the slightest either, it was accustomed in that family of theirs. "Was it the disrespectful sex that makes you hate him?"

"Of course not. The sex was amazing." you admit. "It's him going out his way to make my life hell after that. As if he owned me." you hiss, the memories flooding back.

"We can't allow you to attend anymore, Y/N." the dean avoids your eyes as he speaks. "With those questioning videos of you going around, it make's our University appear astrocious. I am not one to judge what my students do in their free time but..." he trails off, shaking his head. "We cannot have a sex scandal involved with out name, Y/N. I'm sure you understand?"

You didn't understand what Jimin had done to you - or why. You were aware that you and Jimin hooking up at his club was risky, but him being the owner should've been an advantage. No, you were not intending on having said video sent to your dean - having been viewed by nearly everyone at the University. The stares, snickers and murmurs you received as you made your way out of the University ground were enough to have you crying in Iseul's arms.

It was bad enough you didn't have a car anymore and had long since been evicted - forced to move in with Iseul in her own small apartment. But now you were haunted by the fact that everyone has seen you during an intimate time with a man you shouldn't have trusted.

You didn't livestream anymore - you deleted your account. You wanted no contact with Jimin. You worked full time at the cafe, your head down mostly if you recognized anyone from University. Even if you didn't, it was difficult to work with eyes on you. You felt dirty and ashamed. You didn't have the strength to tell your parents you were expelled - how could you? "Yes, appa, I got expelled because I let a man fuck me in public. Can you pass the salt?" You couldn't look in their eyes and disappoint them more than you already have. 

"Kitty."

You stop in your tracks. It was a slow day at the cafe, the lunch rush from hours ago being the only busy outcome of the day. You heard the low condescending voice and recognized it immediately. 

"You've been ignoring me."

"Fuck off." you hiss lowly to him, your voice dripped with venom. "I don't want to see you again."

Jimin releases a chucke. "Don't be ridiculous, kitty." he coos at you. "Why would I not want to see my girl?"

You scoff, disgusted. You were glad the cafe was empty, only you and another barista available - Sung-ho - who was stocking the lobby area far away from you and Jimin. "I don't want anything to do with you." you exclaim. "I've been expelled because of you!"

Jimin shrugs his shoulders, letting out a snicker. "You didn't need University, kitty. You can stay with me." he tells you calmy, matter-of-factly. "It's not like you have a car or your own home."

Your fists clench. Your breathing is getting heavier. "How the fuck do you know that?!"

"Because," Jimin shrugs, a smirk now forming on your lips. He steps closer to you, his height seemingly getting taller with each step - or maybe you were growing delusional with all the added stress. "I'm the one that repossessed your car and got you evicted. I sent the video to your dean and now," he stares down at you, his eyes dark and expression unreadable. "I'm going to get you fired. And I will make sure you don't find a job in Seoul - or anywhere else in Korea"

You're shocked - nearly speechless at his confession. Jimin stood confidently -  as if he wasn't the man that ruined your life in a manner of weeks. He spoke his words nonchalantly, without any care. As if him ruining your life and reputation wasn't a big deal to him. 

Tears pool from your eyes. You couldn't hold it in any longer. 

"Kitty," Jimin frowns, his fingers wiping your tears. "don't cry! Just come home."

"Fuck you!" you screech, your hands coming to punch his chest. "I hate you!"

Jimin tsks and pushes you away. His eyes are daring you to test him again. You don't. You push past him and make your way to the restrooms. It was a single restroom with a lock, you were glad you had a chance to hide from him for now. You slide your back against the door and hold your head in your hands. 

"I'll see you soon, Kitty." Jimin's sweet voice comes. That same sweet voice you adored hearing when you first met him is the voice you now despised. 

She's quiet, unsure what to say or how to comfort you. She doesn't know you and you don't know her. But she has the urge to hug you. She doesn't, however, unsure of how you would respond to that.

"You've been through a lot in such a small amount of time." she tells you and you can only nod in return. You admitted it felt good to talk to someone about it. Iseul only knew what you told her - which wasn't much.

"What is your plan now?" she questions. "You're here for a reason."

"Honestly...I wasn't sure." you admitted. "I wanted to come here and confront him. To scream, to hit, to ask him why he would do this to me." you shake your head. "The crazy thing is...he didn't have to do all of this to have me..."

She understood you completely. She was no fool to what you were going through - you lost it all just as much as she did. She was sure Jungkook was behind the sudden repossession of the car and the eviction letters piling up her door. "The length a man will go to break you down is unsettling." she tells you. "He's never going to stop. They're all above the law."

You scoff. "So what now?" you ask her. "I just give up?"

She shakes her head. "You have something he wants." she tells you.

"Pussy?" you ask dumfounded. Jimin was a young, attractive, powerful and damn wealthy man. He could have pussy lining up around his club.

She shakes her head roughly. "No! Well yes, but that's not all. He wants you specifically." she places a hand upon your shoulder. "I say you talk to him however you see fit. But set your boundaries. It's obvious he would stop at nothing to have you vulnerable for him. Think about something you want and demand it from him."

You nod your head. What you wanted was to be left alone. But, by now you come to terms that he wasn't going to stop until he got what he wanted from you.

"Alright." you nod your head. "I need to start now."

"I think I know where he's at." she tells you.

"She did what?!" Hoseok shrieks, his eyes wide with shock. His voice was high pitched and laced with disbelief.

"I never came so hard in my life, Hyung." Jungkook moans, reliving the moment of just a few hours ago. There was a twinkle in his eyes and a smirk on his lips.

"Okay," Jin shakes his head. He lifts up a finger to Jungkook with a furrowed brow. "Stop talking about your weird kinks." he scolds.

"I don't think that's a kink!" Hoseok exclaims, sitting back into the cushioned seat. "Are we going to breeze past that he had a gun to his head?"

Yoongi shrugs his shoulders. He lifts the shot glass to his lips and downs it swiftly. "Look at him." he snickers, pointing his lips to Jungkook. "Obviously he liked it. He wouldn't be telling us if he didn't."

Jimin drowns out the conversation happening and focuses on his phone screen. Hacking into your emails and social media wasn't easy - but thankfully he had Taehyung as a brother. You were stubborn and insisted on being difficult for him. So, he would give you space for a while before you come to your senses. You can't life off of that friend of yours forever - with no job or money coming in. 

There's a knock on the door that catches Jimin's ears. He had told the staff to not bother him unless it was an emergency and none of his girls were operating tonight. His brothers were all in the room and Taehyung's girl sat quietly next to the man - so who in the hell... "Kitty." Jimin murmurs when you enter, followed by Jungkook's girlfriend - or fiance as he likes to call her. "You finally come to your senses." he tells you, standing.

He can feel his brother's eyes upon you and him but he doesn't care. You offer him a lovely smile as you step closer to him. You halted at the table where bottles were scattered across. "Jimin." you say lowly, your own eyes wandering around to the sea of unfamiliar faces. "And friends."

"Family." Taehyung corrects, but raises a hand to wave. "You must be...Kitty." he smirks, letting out a chuckle at Jimin's flush cheeks and glaring eyes. 

You were unamused. Your eyes glance to the women next to him who gives you the same curious look. She was Shin's ex. It seems as though these men had an attraction for a dead man's girl.

"I came here to talk." you tell him, your hands grasping the filled soju bottle and opening it. You take a swig, eyes still upon you. "Seeing as you left me homeless and jobless."

The room is quiet and now Jimin knows what your mood is like. He snickers and tilts his head. "You're upset about the wrong thing, Kitty. No girl of mine needs to work at a cafe. That's beneath us now and I won't apologize for it."

Yoongi was entertained by the interaction, and Min Yoongi was never entertained in petty drama.

Namjoon watches between the two couple standing a few feet apart. 

Jin shakes his head and takes another shot while Jungkook rubs his girls thighs. 

"Should we...go?" Jimin hears Hoseok murmur to someone, possibly Yoongi. 

"Well, if you're ready to follow me home, Kitty, we can-"

You lift the Soju bottle and smash it across Jimin's head. It smashes upon impact, the liquid spilling against you and him.

Jimin falls backwards a few steps, shocked evident in his face. 

Hoseok screams, as if he was the one hit. Namjoon and Taehyung jumps up, ready to catch Jimin.

"You stupid bitch!" Jimin wails, his eyes bloodshot. 

"Fuck you!" you scream back at him, feeling a pair of arms wrap around your waist. "Let go of me!" you manage to grab ahold of another bottle and throw it Jimin's way but miss. 

"Get out!" Jimin screams at his brothers, his arms wailing towards the door. "Let her go and get the fuck out." he hisses. 

Hoseok was the first to leave. He was ready to call it a night. Hearing Jungkook tell them he had a gun to his head and like it, to now seeing Jimin get a bottle smashed against his head and look ready to kill was enough for him. 

As the room clears out and the two of you are alone, Jimin stalks closer to you. "What in the world is wrong with you?" he hisses. 

"What's wrong with me? You're crazy! You literally ruined my life!" you scream at him. As he gets closer to you, you push at his chest. "You did all of this to ensure I would have nothing but you! You fucking-"

Jimin removes his belt in a manner of seconds. He grabs your shoulder and yanks you close. You feel the belt - leather and thin, wrap around your neck tight. So tight, you almost think he's going to strangle you. 

But, you understand what's going to happen when he yanks the belt backwards towards him as he seats himself into a chair. He proceeds to throw you onto his knee, your ass inm the air. 

"Let go of-"

Slap.

He slaps your ass hard - the sharp pain shutting you up. 

"I can deal with you being disobedient alone." Jimin hisses into your ears. "But not when you embarrass me in front of my brothers. Now they think I don't have control over my bitch."

You whimper when you feel another slap against your ass, the belt buckles tightly against your throat. You fight back a moan - this whole thing was sick to you. He thought of you as nothing more than his bitch - something he controlled. But, deep down, you couldn't deny the wetness between your legs.

Jimin slaps your ass five more times. And once he's done, his fingers trace your clothed clit to find it soaking and gripping to you. 

"You talk a lot for a bitch who's dripping for me." Jimin shakes his head. He pushes your panties to the side and rubs your clit, biting his own lip. "You know, I got you a present." he tells you. 

He enters two fingers inside of you. He then yanks his belt to force you to look at him as he thrust his fingers inside. "To think I spent my hard earned money on a gallery for you. For you to display your art work." he shakes his head, his fingers drilling you.

Tears now streamed down your face, pussy clenching around Jimin's fingers. It wasn't enough now, you needed more. The conscious side of you was screaming to not fall into temptation. But, the temptation itself was Park Jimin. 

"I guess you don't want it, huh?" Jimin pouts.

"I do want it." you protest, fucked out and begging. For what? The art gallery he supposedly bought or more of his fingers? You haven't decided yet. 

"You don't." Jimin disagrees. He takes his fingers out of your pussy and you scream in frustration. He turns you around to face him. "You don't want anything I can offer you, Kitty. So leave."

You stumble on your feet when he releases you and land on your hand and knees. You're shaking from the arousal Jimin has taken from you. "I-I-"

"Leave." Jimin hisses. "You don't want anything from me, right, Kitty?" Jimin leans back into the chair and watches your sadden expression. He reaches into his pocket and removes the small silver key, twirling it in his hand. 

"I do want it." you say, shaking your head. 

"What do you want, Kitty?" Jimin frowns, feigning confusion. 

"I want you." you yelp, your conscious long gone and all you can think about is Jimin. You're consumed by the blond hair man. You crawl to him - you looked pathetic but you didn't care. Jimin has enchanted you and all you can think about now is what he's willing to give you.

Jimin smirks down at you - he has you where he wants you. Where you belong. He drops the key on the floor next to you and rummages through his pants, removing them. The buldge in his underwear is noticeably hard and that makes your mouth water. Your hand grasps it, ready to wrap your tongue around it when he stops you. "No time for that, Kitty, I want you to ride me." he tells you. "Show me how much you want me."

And you do. You don't bother taking your skirt off, nor your panties. You slip them to the side and sit atop of his cock hungrily. You waste no time in riding him, your moans and his grunts filling the room. Your hands were on his shoulders while you bounce on him. 

Jimin yanks the belt behind your back, his eyes watching your breast bounce in the tight shirt you wore, nipples peaking out the hem of it. He licks one, enjoying your reaction. 

"I knew you wanted me, Kitty." Jimin moans cockily. "Your pussy was made for me and me only."

@silversparkles11

i see “cold and super rude jimin”, i like.

.DarkSide.

Teaser. Part One. Part two.

Pairing : dark! Mafia Jimin x reader (f)

Genre : oneshot, yandere, arranged marriage.

Word count: 2.8k

Warnings : No warnings for this chapter tbh, just a lot of cursing by our y/n , hot and sexy jimin, mention of violence and blood, angry and frustrated y/n, annoyed jimin, slight angst, cold and super rude jimin. ( the next chapter is probably gonna be full of filth and gore violence. Jimin's darkside will be visible in the next part)

Summary : after the demise of your father, you were forced to marry a mob boss who was a decade older than you. He has always been ruthless and marrying someone like him wasn't your first choice, but living with him made you crave for his attention. For getting his attention you were repeatedly acting out until one day he decided to take the matter in his own hands.

A/N : this is purely fiction, I don't encourage these type of activities outside the fictional world. Please go through the warnings before reading it. But if you would like to read more please let me know. 💗

You were naive, Naive enough to think that love like fairytales exist. Often as child you heard your mother explaining how you were going to get your prince Charming who would take you away from here and will end your misery. You always believed that one day you'll going to find someone who would love you wholeheartedly unlike your dad.

You knew your dad wasn't too emotionally attached to you but you had faith in him that he would find the perfect Prince Charming for you. you barely knew your dad.  He was the boss of one of the biggest gangs in Seoul, and as his only daughter, you had been kept well away from the criminal lifestyle he led. Expensive boarding schools, lavish holidays abroad during Christmas and summer, a fat allowance every month and free reign with his black credit card that you never had to pay off. Growing up, you’d had everything you’d ever wanted – except for the love and attention of a father.

You loved your father, yes you did but you were disappointed when you heard his last wish.

When you thought of marriage, you always wanted someone different from your dad. you thought of tender caresses and knowing smiles between husband and wife. You dreamed of shy, newlywed touches and a honeymoon phase that lasted forever. You dreamed of being doted on, spoiled, taken care of, shown off – you dreamed of it all and wanted it all.

But your father had different wishes. He promised you to someone who isn't even completely familiar with your presence. He didn't even asked you beforehand. You were too shocked and hurt to even voice out your opinion in front of everyone other than your own mother.

“I won’t do it!” You had yelled, stamping your heels against the marble floor of your foyer. “Mom, I swear to God. You can’t make me marry some man I don’t even know, just because Dad wanted me to! For fucksakes, I’m meant to be going to las Vegas with the girls next week! The Vegas, Mom! Not a wedding! Not my own fucking wedding!”

“You have to.” Your mother had said simply. “It’s been arranged. It has been for a long time. You may not have known it, but your father and the Park family have been planning this union for years. To bring the two biggest families in the city together as one. It’s what your father would have wanted. And Park Jimin has graciously agreed to marry you. It’s all set.”

“Fuck Park Jimin ” You had whined. You knew him. You had seen him around the few summers you had actually spent in your hometown. He was older than you, a fair bit older. But he was handsome – every girl in the area was crazy about him. He was also silent, brooding, dangerous – the man in charge of the one gang bigger and deadlier than your father’s. “I don’t care what he’s agreed to. I’m not agreeing. You hear me, Mom? I don’t want this. It’s not happening. It won’t happen. I won’t let it!”

Your wedding was held privately, only yours and Jimin's family were present. You had to admit, Jimin was looking the finest piece of ass on your wedding.  Shoulders broad and fit snugly into a black and white tux. Blonde hair neatly gelled back. You wondered if Jimin is really forced by his parents too. Because every time he looked at you, he smiled. The softest kind of smile. The kind of smile which told you he isn't here because he was forced to.

You never knew Jimin personally, you've only heard about him. Even if he's smiling at you like he's the kindest person you've ever met,  you should know he is NOT. He's the head of the underworld's dirty business, he takes care of every illegal shit out there with a smile. He's ruthless, cold, dangerous and what not, you've heard every thing about him.

You still had a vague memory his, when you were in  your last year of school and your cousin had taken you to a club, showing your fake id to the security. You saw him there, surrounded by girls. There were rumours about him, about his bachelor lifestyle, how he used girl after girl and then discarded them without a second glance. Somehow, it didn’t make sense for a man like that to be settling down.

But Jimin seemed so assured as he said his vows, exuding power and charm with every word he spoke; even the small crowd seemed amazed by him. Which was crazy to you, because all of them must know that this whole thing was an act, right? But when it was all said and done, and Jimin leaned down and kissed you, pressed his pillowy lips softly against yours and held your jaw gently as he did, you could feel your heart flutter just a tiny bit.

Maybe this wouldn’t be too bad.

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" Fuck, it taste like shit. " You whined as you tasted the kimchi stew. You exactly made it like the recipe which the maid gave you, but guess you can't actually cook. For once you wanted to do something like an actual housewife does. But it's all in vain, you can't serve this to Jimin. You pinched your nose in disgust and threw the food in the bin, washed your hand and settled down on a nearby chair.

Jimin would be home soon- you called him before to make sure if he's coming tonight or not. Almost every three or four days in a week, Jimin stayed outside because of his illegal work. You thought of making him dinner but now you are back to zero.

You have to think fast before he arrives. You can't serve him nothing, nor like he would care- you murmured bitterly. You walked up to the front door, swinging it open. The guard on duty raised an eyebrow at you.

" What do you want Mrs. Park.? " The guard asked.

" I cooked shit, so make one of your guys go and get rose ttaekboki for two people along with some cheese gimbap and make sure to add the glass noodles in ttaekboki. " You ordered and the Guard immediately nodded his head, gesturing to the other guy to bring it for you.

Jimin sure did have a lot of guys stationed outside his house – “Anything else, Mrs. Park ?” the guard asked.

" No, that will be all. " You as you closed the door and went back inside. That was one perk of being the wife of Park Jimin -  having about a dozen of his   men working for him at your beck and call. They’d get the food and wine and anything else you asked for, knowing Jimin would do something drastic like have them killed if they disobeyed.

You wonder if they knew what happens inside the house.

Jimin isn't really fond of you. He made sure to let you know that when you guys returned back from your wedding. As depressing as it sounded. You didn’t even know why you were bothering to ensure there was food for him when he got home. Because he had let you know from the moment that he married you, he hated your guts.

When you first arrived here, after your wedding you still remember his actions. You had grown up with money but it was nothing compared to how lavish Jimin's house was. He had pools, tennis courts, an indoor cinema, he practically lived in a palace. And he had stood to the side, hands in his pocket and an unreadable expression on his face and you on the other hand were feeling giddy to see such luxury.

Your room’s on the second floor, third door.” Jimin had said curtly. “All your suitcases have been unpacked. The maids are in their quarters downstairs if you need anything else.” And then he had left. Without another word. Just turned on his heel and walked out the door, probably to attend to some type of his wicked business – on his wedding night no less.

And three months later, it was still more of the same. Jimin barely looked at you, barely spoke a word to you unless he really had to. You hadn’t even seen the inside of his bedroom, and he had never stepped foot inside yours. Your bedroom which was all soft pastel coloured and girly, fluffy  rug and vanity table and everything. You wondered if he’d ordered it to be decorated exactly to your taste, thinking it was what you’d like – which it was – but no. Jimin barely knew you, he hadn’t even tried to get to know you.

The only time Jimin did act like a normal, nice and loving husband was in public. In the eyes of other people, he was perfect, doting, amazing. Often, you’d go to events with him, club appearances or charity galas thrown by his business partners – fronts for more money laundering, undoubtedly, not that Jimin ever shared any inside knowledge about his business with you.

And you’d be on his arm at those galas, dressed in some expensive dress you’d bought with his money, letting him parade you around with his large hand on the small of your back. And you had to give Jimin props for his acting skills, because he’d look at you with sparkling black eyes that actually looked like they were in love – how did he even do that? – and he’d introduce you as his wife, he’d kiss you, whisper softly to you, tuck your hair behind your ear. And everyone would smile and congratulate you both on being such a beautiful couple.

And then you would come home, and he would go to his room and you would go to yours. No words spoken. No more touches. No more smiles. Not even a look.

So you couldn't understand why we're you stressing yourself for him. You shouldn't care if he's well fed or not. Three months into the marriage and you can't believe nothing has changed, and you don't think it'll ever change.

But still you try, wearing a cute blue knee length dress, bought by of course Jimin's card now, styled your hair in a cute messy bun and few strands of your hair were falling on your face which made you look cute tbh.

You wish that Jimin might today notice and realise that, oh my wife is looking actually cute and hot and maybe i should treat her more like a wife or maybe a human atleast......... You thought bitterly.

The doorbell rang. It was one of Jimin’s guys, a bag of food in his hand. He handed it to you quickly, barely making eye contact with you before scurrying away. That was another thing. Ever since you’d married Jimin, no other man ever looked your way. Which sucked, because you had liked the attention. And it wasn’t like you were getting any from your husband.

You had just finished setting the table when his Highness came home. Jimin was imposing as he walked in through the door, acting like he owned the place – which he did. He had on a white dress shirt, collar button undone and sleeves rolled up, and specks of suspicious red dotting the otherwise pristine white fabric. He had his suit jacket scrunched up in his hand, and his blonde hair looked tousled, like he’d run his hand through it many times throughout the day.

He looked like he’d come straight home after torturing some poor somebody, but you had to admit he still looked unreal. He always looked handsome.

" Hyung, I don't want to deal with that shit right now. I have a lot to deal with already, just take care of it and I'm not repeating myself. " Jimin was obviously talking to someone while he walked towards you.  It was pretty normal for you now, just some criminal men talking about criminal shit everyday which you found plainly boring.

Once Jimin finished talking, you looked up then only. God, you would stop breathing if he continued to run his hand through his already messy hair. Words caught up in your throat as he quirked an eyebrow.

"Do you want to say something? " Jimin asked as he tossed his jacket on the sofa and wiped his sweat from his forehead.

" You must be hungry, I ordered the food. Have some. " You said as you tried looking somewhere else other than him. You practically cringed because  of your wavering tone.

Jimin threw a glance towards you and then sat on the on the chair.

" I have some people coming over tonight.” He said, surveying the food, the kitchen, the fridge, the floor, and then gracing you with eye contact that lasted about two seconds before it was back on the food again, “You need to be inside your room around 9pm. Get all you need from downstairs before then. Don’t come down here after that, got it?”

He said and he didn't even waited for you to respond, instead picking up his plate and heading down towards the office. His office, where he practically lived. Where he would go disappear whenever he chose to stay at home and you hated the fact that he doesn't give two shits about you.

" Are you Fucking serious.? Huh? " You said as you stood abruptly from your chair making a skeech noice. Jimin stopped in his tracks and turned around to look at you.

What the fuck is his problem? You can't fucking believe him. Is he doing this on purpose? Making you loose your mind? You don't even fucking know at this point.

" What do you think of yourself? Are you my dad? Ordering me shits around. You can't just lock me in my room every fucking time jimin. It's also my fuckin house. " You raised your voice as you walked towards him.

" Watch your tone y/n. You won't like to cross your limits. " Jimin's eyes flashed warningly, his tone authoritative yet somehow still nonchalant. As if he was speaking to one of his subordinates, rather than his own wife. “And I’m serious. Grab your things and go to your room before 9pm.” He said as he continued walking towards the hall, you followed him. You can't muffle your thoughts this time.

" Why, why the fuck do you want me to stay in my room after 9pm . What, is your other whore gonna be around? Is this the reason park? " You asked sarcastically really letting it go with the expletives. God. He made you so angry – marching into the house, not even thanking you for the food – it was takeout, but still he should have thanked you- and then ordering you to go to your room like you were five fucking years old.

" Don't you dare talk like that to me love.” Jimin eyed you annoyingly because you could say that you were crossing your limits, and as if on cue, his phone began buzzing in his pocket. It was probably some cranky drug lord on the other end, since those were the type of people you knew he worked with on a regular basis. " I don't have time for this drama of yours right now but I'll talk to you later about this. " He ran his hand through his hair for the 6-7 time annoyingly before turning his heels back.

He twisted the knob of his office door and said, " Don't make me repeat myself y/n. Go to your room before 9pm or else you'll regret it. " And with that he disappeared in his office.

Fuck him. You thought, stewing and swearing as you stomped your way up the stairs. Tears stinging your eyes as you marched towards your room. Out of sheer irritation and spite, you took out your phone out and quickly bought one necklace and anklet of Cartier along with 3 heels from Manolo Blahnik, rapidly typing out Jimin's card information before you could change your mind. The notification from his bank would probably piss him off, but it wouldn’t really make a dent on his bank balance. No. This wasn’t enough. You wanted to push him even further.

It seemed like the only time Jimin spoke more than two words to you was when he was ordering you or angry at you. Well. You could give him something to get angry over. You could give him plenty to get angry over. No more playing at caring little housewife. It was time to get creative.

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Made For Each Other

M a s t e r l i s t

↱ Paring: soft yandere! Taehyung x reader

↱ Genre: Fluff, some angst but never for long, Romance, Humour (i hope lol)

↱ Summary: After Taehyung kidnapped you, you made a vow to never let yourself fall in love with him. It seems Taehyung is determined to make you break that promise…

↱ Masterlist for all my other fics 💖

↱ Author’s note: decided to make a masterlist for all of them since they’re starting to pile up. this isn’t really a chronological series, though they are arranged here in order technically. It’s just a bunch of extended drabbles set in the same premise that are an excuse for me to write self-indulgent tooth-rotting fluff lol hope u enjoy 💕💕

DROWSY - You’ve been having a bad night, but when a handsome stranger saves you from the rain, you start to think maybe your luck’s improving. How were you to know what would happen? How were you to know you would end up making a vow you were destined to break?

MADE FOR EACH OTHER - After Taehyung kidnapped you, you promised yourself you would never fall in love with him. It seems Taehyung is determined to make you break that promise. 

NEEDY - Taehyung has to go back to work, but you don’t want him to leave. Tears and kisses and fluffy resolutions ensue.

CHERRY KISSES - You join Taehyung at work, and meet the rest of the boys. A ridiculous amount of fluff for a yandere series, honestly. I’m sorry.

JEALOUSY - After Taehyung spends too much time on his work and not enough time on you, you decide to take matters into your own hands… which leads into him taking you into his own hands (if yknow what i mean ;))))))

GOOD GIRL - “Ah, I see. You don’t want to be my Princess anymore then, hmm?”

“Taehyung, I-”

“Listen, Y/n. I have been patient with you, even when you were being unreasonable. But this is the last straw. You don’t want to talk to me? You don’t want to see me? Fine. You won’t have to.”

100 DAYS - You and Taehyung celebrate your 100th day anniversary… again. (it’s really 272 days, but who’s counting?)

THE BEST OF BOTH WORLDS - A drunken man tries to assault you, and you see for the first time what it’s like for Taehyung to really lose his temper…

asks

How did the two of you meet and how did he take you?

How does he punish you?

How do you spend Christmas together and how does Taehyung spoil you? 

What is Taehyung’s job? (and are the other boys also yandere?)

How does Taehyung treat his children?

Did Y/n ever try to run away?

Did Tae make y/n spend time with him back when she didn’t like him?

a mini series:

How would Taehyung and y/n raise their kids?

More on Taehyung and y/n (and the other members) raising kids

What would happen if Tae had a daughter and she snuck out to meet A Boy and came back with a hickey?

What would happen if Y/n helped their daughter sneak out to meet That Boy?

What if That Boy was Hoseok’s son???

which led to…

mfeeu! second generation profiles

Link to General Masterlist !!

I’ll Give You Anything (Just Not That) 

➵ You want to go outside, but to get what you want, you’ll have to let Jimin have what he wants first. 

yandere au, dubious consent, mature content

Rainy Days 

➵ The rain might be cold, but you have the love of two boys to keep you warm, so you know you’ll be just fine.

vmin x reader, mature content, fluff

Precious 

➵ For as long as you can remember, you’ve been in love with Park Jimin. Real love, not that wishy-washy crap they tell you about. You would do anything to be with Jimin, including going on a date with an unfortunate guy in order to provoke Jimin’s jealousy…

yandere jimin x yandere reader, murder, violence

Finish That Sentence…

➵ When he opened his mouth again, you could taste the anger dripping past those sinful lips.

“No.”

“Yes.”

“Kitten, when I say No… it isn’t a suggestion.”

“Good, I didn’t ask for one.”

smut, yandere jimin, daddy kink

Sleeping On The Couch

➵ Jimin is bad at keeping his cool when someone touches you, and you are even worse at staying mad at him.

“I hate you.”

“No, baby, you don’t.”

soft yandere, smut, smug jimin is my kink

Moonlight

➵ Your mother has always warned you against entering the forest. Two years ago, your friend Jimin was lost to the trees, with no one brave enough to search after him. But, when you find yourself unable to resist the tug of adventure, you run into Jimin, rumpled, but alive. Can you and Jimin escape the clutches of the forest? And can you discover what- or who- is behind the disappearances that plague your village?

yandere, supernatural au, kidnapping

Love You A Latte

➵ You have always wanted a story book romance, no matter how many times your friends tell you it’s unrealistic, and even unhealthy to have such high expectations. You can’t help but yearn for the one who will make your heart sing, who will captivate you with one word, who will treat you like you’re worth more than anything else in the world… and then Park Jimin crashes into your life, with a pretty smile and a warm cup of vanilla latte with your name on it.

soft yandere, mfeeu! verse, brief smut

prev chapter stopped with the presence of jungkook’s mother and this chapter stopped with the presence of hoseok 😭 idk if u had planned to leave it like this but i find it funny for no reasonn

and this chapter is, likewise, well written. i can feel it almost physically when i read the scene where reader was having panic attack (i hope that doesnt sound weird) you wrote the scene so well :>

polarity | 05 yandere!jungkook au

pairing: yandere!jungkook x (f) reader

genre: yandere

warnings: 18+ , toxic relationships, unhealthy and obsessive behavior , mentions of mental health, manipulation, blackmail, cheating,

word count: 13.1k

summary: Your best friend’s new boyfriend becomes infatuated with you…

Parts: 01 | 02 | 03 | CS | 03 JK | 04 | 05 

A/N: So sorry for the delay but my wifi was doing me dirty again. Hope you guys enjoy !:) ALSO this is not edited yet so forgive me .

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Neither of you said anything at first, not a single greeting or question was uttered. You both stood there, letting your eyes wander over each other in curiosity for god knows how long.

There was still one thing that stood out though. How the woman’s gaze kept returning to your necklace.

“I’m sorry, you are?…” She was the first one to speak, you were yet to form the appropriate response to acknowledge her and explain what you were doing in her son’s apartment.

You debated what you should tell her. The truth? It was out of the question, you were naive but not that naive. The first time meeting her and you immediately jump to accuse her son of blackmail and tell her everything wrong with him? Those were dangerous waters, you still didn’t know if what Jungkook told you about his family was true or not.

There was so much left unclear and so much yet you didn’t know.

“I-,” You take a step back, further widening the door open. “I’m Jungkook’s girlfriend.”

The lie sat surprisingly well on your tongue, as if that’s exactly what you truly were now. You supposed it was, not willingly but that’s  the title he would undeniably give you.

His mother doesn’t seem as shocked as you expected her to be despite the way her eyes widened momentarily, and her mouth opened slightly as a gasp left her.

“Oh!” She told you, her face relaxing as realization slowly seemed to hit her. “Yes, of course. He told me about you.”

He had?

You can’t help to be taken aback, not expecting Jungkook to actually mention you to his mother. How long had she known about you? Was it a recent thing? You wondered if Jungkook had already fed her too many lies , convincing her that he had formed a normal relationship with you.

The thought made you uneasy, how far had Jungkook planned this exactly?

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Nation’s Sweetheart;; KTH

Word Count;; 4.3k

Genre;; Yandere, Idolverse

Pairing;; Taehyung x Reader

Request;;  

“Can do an idolverse w/ Yandere!V w/ a reader who also is in a popular GG but she breaks up w/ because she wants to focus more on her career and V threatens to release something scandalous of her if she does?”

Summary;; 

In order to protect both your and Taehyung’s careers, you choose to break up with your long-term boyfriend. While dealing with the usual pain that comes after a separation, you find yourself struggling to explain your actions while also maintaining a healthy distance to safeguard your heart, which isn’t made easy when Taehyung comes strolling back into the picture. Things take a dangerous turn when your past refuses to stay dead and threatens to take you down with it.

Warnings;; 

Yandere, blood, swearing, violence, manipulation, abuse and blackmail.

Notes;; 

I dislike this one and I didn’t get any input or editing from my sister this time because she’s too busy watching kdrama FMVs!! :’) 

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   You felt suffocated.

   "Well, well, well,“ Taehyung’s voice rumbled in your own chest as he spoke, his body pressed so close against yours you could feel him breathing. "Looks like our Nation’s Sweetheart is trending again.”

   You felt suffocated by his embrace as he held you.

   His thighs trapped you between his legs and his feet locked yours to the spot. You were close enough to feel his every movement just as he could feel yours. When you tried to inch away, he’d tighten his hold on you. Like a boa constrictor, he held you in place without an inch to give. Even the smallest shuffle resulted in him buckling down and pulling you closer to him.

   You felt suffocated by this thing you called a relationship.

   With his global recognition and your rising popularity, you rarely had time to see one another. When you did, the hoops you had to jump through just to keep it hidden was on another level of ridiculous. You wanted a regular relationship, or as much of one as you could manage as an idol, but two idols dating seemed impossible. Dating Taehyung felt so empty - it had been so long since you felt sparks that you wondered if they ever existed in the first place.

   You felt suffocated by his touch, by his gaze, by his presence.

   You felt suffocated by his love.

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I lost the draft review i had for this fic.. but i’ll type whatever I remember 🥲

So, I regret not reading this the moment I saw it (which kind of from the first chapter that I saw it but i think i only like it to save it for later) because this is so good? immaculate? all the best word. The plot is insanely good and the word count per chapter is so generous <3 I’m loving Jungkook’s character a bit too much, as well as Jimin.. (u think we’re getting a jimin side story or smtg like that but includes this mafia au jimin?)

And I realised that you are also the author of Public Enemy <3 I felt like I recognised your style of writing (HOPE THAT DOESNT SOUND WEIRD.)

But anyways, I love this so much <3 I’m curious as for the ending. I mean maybe it’s a happy ending (so far that I’ve seen) but maybe it’s the otherwise idkk.

And lastly, thank you for sharing this masterpiece. <33

Cruel Intentions (Part 5)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Final

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: mafia!jungkook,

Warning: smut, oral (m & f receiving), fingering, nipple play, handcuffs, iceplay, dirty talk, impregnation kink, sadistic behavior (only slight), creampie, dubcon,

Word Count: 17,174

Description: A look back onto your and Jungkook's relationship days before the wedding - and the decision he makes that causes you to finally escape him.

"You're a man now." Jungkook hears the deep, sinister voice of his father say to him, smirking down to his son. Jungkook wants to laugh - because no 15 year old - freshly turned - would be considered a man. Yet his father had insisted that he was coming of age and would have to act as such. Jungkook is seated in a large, lounge chair in the middle of the dim room. There are mirrors hung on all four walls and his eyes connect with his reflection across from him - the reflection screaming at him to stop this. To not agree with this - to go against his father.

But Jungkook doesn't move - he can't find the will to. No teenager should be inside of here - the Brothel - with their dim red lights to add the lore of seduction and appeal. He can't help the way his heart beats out his chest and the way his palms grow sweaty by each passing second.

Bangtan had an old tradition spanning out for decades. It was an old practice that didn't need to be done any longer - yet his father was nothing but a man that followed old traditional rules. He knows his Hyungs didn't have to do this - he would often wish his surname wasn't Jeon. The Kim's, Park's, Jung's or Min's didn't allow this practice in their homes - they allowed their sons to become men on their own.

"You can enter." he hears his father say as he opens the door and walks out of it.

Jungkook gulps as the girl enters the room. She had to be at least 18 - Bangtan didn't do anything younger than that. He wouldn't call her a woman because her features appeared nearly identical to the girls he went to school with besides the fact that she dressed in skimpy lingerie and saunter seductively into the room and shut the door behind her.

She smiles at Jungkook - one he doesn't return. He doesn't know what to do, so he does nothing when she climbs into his lap. Both of her thighs are hugging his waist closer and her hands roam his body, her lips placing themselves upon his own.

Your eyes widen at Jungkook. His demeanor appears calm after his recant. You're unsure how to speak to him, afraid that you'd end up saying the wrong thing.

After the night you had with Jungkook at the underground casino, you tried anything to get the man to sleep with you. You often told yourself that it wasn't because of Shu-hua - because it wasn't. You at least wanted to go into this honeymoon with him experienced enough. However, Jungkook insisted time and time again that it wasn't the right time - that he was positive you weren't ready. No matter how many times you insisted you were.

Your mind had wandered today after he rejected you once more to how he lost his own virginity. It was different for men unlike women - you've heard many men over the years speak about their virginity and how disposable it was. You pondered if his was the same - sleeping with someone he deemed attractive enough or perhaps a girfriend of his.

That was until he explained that his virginity was lost due to a "coming of age" ceremony his father had put together with a woman of the Brothel. You were astonished at the revelation - even more so when he spoke about it emotionlessly. He declared that it was something that happened for years and he wasn't the exception.

"I-I don't know what to say." you murmur to him. Jungkook rarely speaks of his childhood and past all together - but now you understood why.

"You look like you've seen a ghost." Jungkook chuckles.

You're laying down, eyes watching him as he chuckles - as if he hadn't admit his father allowed him to sleep with an older girl just to lose something sacred as virginity.

"It's not everyday you hear something like that." you murmur.

Jungkook shrugs. He places his fingers along your lips and traces them. "I'm not a child anymore." he responds. "And my father isn't alive any longer so...karma I suppose."

You widened your eyes once more but couldn't find the words to say. You allowed Jungkook to trace your lips more as your mind tries to process the information. Was this the reason why Jungkook was the way he is? He had a sick way of thinking at times - but it was as though he was born into toxicity. His father giving away his virginity for decades old tradition to be deemed as a "man" to the man he's became now.

You lick your lips. "Is that something...everyone has to follow?" you ask him after a moment. You couldn't help but ask - you're expected to give this man and child. And no, you were holding off for as long as you could - but it you did ever fall pregnant with a son, the last thing you wanted was for him to lose something sacred to a prositute.

"No." Jungkook responds, glancing away from you. "I have no intentions on continuing that tradition."

You release a sigh of relief. You're unsure why - you told yourself that you had no desire to give Jungkook any children unless it was absolutely needed for the sake of your family. Yet - just the thought of what if. What if you bore a child for Jungkook - a boy at that. You couldn't sit by and allow your son to be treated the same way - go through what his father allowed Jungkook to go through.

But you weren't an imbecil - what Jungkook told you about his father was just the tip of the iceberg. You could only imagine what Jungkook was leaving out and that frightened you more than anything.

"I won't allow our children to go through what I've gone through with that man." Jungkook's words come out cold when he speaks of his father. You tell yourself it's too early to ask - but that doesn't mean you can't listen to him when he announces it. "Nor would I involve them in our drama."

Jungkook swallows. He was just a child when he would tremble behind his elder brother when his father beat his mother. He had no regrets in killing the man that was hurting the mother of his children - but he knew he didn't wish to repeat history. He had no intentions of allowing his children to witness whatever qualms he had with you - no arguments or disagreements. And though Jungkook had no real objective of putting his hands on you, the last thing he ever wanted was for his children to be there witnessing it.

"I want our children to be close like you are with your siblings." Jungkook admits. "I want them to love one another without judgment." Jungkook offers a small smile.

Jungkook knows the reason why you've agreed to stay with him. It doesn't hurt him or make him love you any less - he knows deeply that you are slowly beginning to enjoy your time by his side. The love you had for your family makes him admire you greatly - the fact that you're willing to put your own needs aside for them told him so. You doing anything in your power to attempt to get Hyun-woo help and to even sell yourself to pay off his debts told him you were the perfect woman for him. The perfect woman he could ever ask for the be his wife and the mother of his children.

Jungkook places a kiss on your lips before lifting himself up. "Get up. Hyung says he has a surprised for you."

"Me?" you furrow a brow. "Who?"

"Jimin. Something about," Jungkook lifts his fingers to make air quotations. "making the home appear more domestic."

Soobin enters the station, his eyes following around the amount of men in police uniforms. It was hectic - far too hectic - but that didn't discourage him. He walks to the first officer he could find willing to stop and speak with him - he was an older man that could be around his mother's age. "I-I need to file a police report?" he murmurs, his statement turning into a question. 

It was evident Soobin was out of place having never done this before. The older police officers nod his head and led him away from the rowdy crowd of officers. Soobin sighs as he enters a smaller, quieter room and the officer motions for him to sit down. 

"Alright," the officer crosses his arm. "go on."

Soobin explains the situation - how he met you months prior while you were pregnant and seemingly afraid of civilization. He explained how his mother and him had allowed you to stay with them without asking too many questions. He even had photo evident proof - his hands trembling as he shows the officer the envelope. When he got to the most recent part of you and Jungkook, Soobin's hand began to clench. He felt as though he failed you as a man - not being able to protect you from the very threat you were running away from. 

"So you're telling me this woman...left with her husband?" the officer eyes Soobin who nods. "Willingly?"

Soobin shakes his head. "Y-Yes but she was forced to leave!" he announces. "I just explained the entire situation to you!"

Soobin was becoming stressed about the situation. His mother hasn't returned from the Hospital yet even after you've been gone for a week now. She asked about you and Jin-Seon, ensuring that he was to keep the both of you safe and he had failed not only her - but you and Jin-Seon. The stress of her well-being, on top of the mountain of bills he has to pay for such care and his mind wandering to a dark place when it comes to you. 

"There's nothing I can do about this. It's a marital dispute." the officer shakes his head. 

"Nothing you can do?" Soobin murmurs, his eyes growing wide. "I just told you she ran from him for months! He pointed a gun at me after breaking into my home and you're telling me there's nothing that can be done?!" Soobin wasn't one to lose him temper - he had a high tolerance for bullshit, yet the words coming from the officer didn't make any sense to him. 

"Calm down." the officer raises his hands towards Soobin. "What I can do is take their names down and if something comes up..." the officer makes a few hand gestures in an attempt to speak. "...I might be able to address the situation. As of right now, they're still married and if the woman herself doesn't come forth and state theres any abuse..."

"Nothing can be done." Soobin scoffs. "All I know that his name is Jungkook."

The officer nods his head slowly. 

Soobin lifts himself up and leaves the rowdy police station - it was a waste of his time coming here. No one took him seriously - they never did. His mind was ticking as he made his way down the familiar road to his home. How could no one think about how you acted around Jungkook as suspicious? It was obvious he done something to you that harmed you in a way that would make you want to escape him. 

As Soobin's eyes catch his home he stops in his track at the unfamiliar black car waiting just outside of it. He cannot see anything inside of it, the tint being fairly dark. There's no tags on the car and his mind is screaming at him to run the opposite way - but he doesn't. His eyes doesn't leave the car as he makes his way to his home - so much so that he doesn't see the figure seated on his steps. 

"You must be Soobin."

Soobin nearly jumps out of his skin at the voice he hears. His head snaps to it. The man was tall with broad shoulders - dark hair covering his forehead as he holds one hand a large briefcase and the other inside his pants pocket. 

"Who are you?" Soobin attempts to stand tall but it's visibly obvious he's scared shitless.  No one visits them and having Jungkook and this unknown man come within a week was like having alarms ringing in his head. 

"My apologies. My name is Kim Seokjin." the man chuckles. "I am here to talk with you. Do you mind if we go inside?"

"I do mind, actually." Soobin nods.

Seokjin's smile falters but he doesn't dwell on it. "Alright." he nods. He proceeds to take his hand out of his pocket and hold the briefcase up. "I would like to give this to you."

Soobin glances at the black briefcase and then up at Seokjin. "What is it?" he asks. "And who are you? Why are you here?"

Seokjin opens the briefcase. Soobin's eyes widen at the rolled cash stacked neatly inside. It was as though the briefcase shined a light upon him. It was diffult to look away from that much amount of cash, but he does. "What do you want?"

"Think of this as..." Seokjin shrugs. "A thank you courtesy of Jeon Jungkook. For taking care of his wife and son."

Soobin feels his throat tighten. His heart beats at hearing Jungkook's name mixed with 'wife' and 'son'. 

"Get off of my property." Soobin snaps. He feels sick - ready to vomit up anything in a few seconds. He pushes past Seokjin and places his key into the hole to unlock the door. "I don't need that mans money."

Seokjin slams his hand onto the front door just as Soobin was ready to slam it. "I know your mother isn't in the best condition. You can use this for whatever bills come your way."

Soobin clenches his jaw. Jungkook had a great amount of nerve for allowing someone to come here and buy him and his silence - especially using his mother as an excuse as to why he would need it. 

"Jungkook thinks he can flash money around and everything would be alright?" Soobin hisses at Jin. "After he broke into my home, put a gun on me and take Y/N and Jin-Seon against her will?"

Jin takes a step back. He hadn't heard about the entirety of the situation concerning Jungkook and Soobin - and he really didn't want to know. The fact that Soobin remained alive still to this day was remarkable - but he can thank Y/N and Jin-Seon being present for that. 

"Tell Jungkook there's a special place in Hell just for him." and before Jin can respond, the door is slammed in his face. 

Jungkook was no fool to Jimin's action. His hyung done this time and time again for years - and you being his fiance wasn't going to stop him. Jimin was like a magnet that made anyone attracted to him naturally but Jungkook would admit seeing the two of you laugh and smile at one another makes something stir in him. You're seated besides him - too close for his liking - both cooing at the small kitten in your arms.

Jimin had come by the estate with a small, meowing kitten. It's high-pitched meows make Jungkook's head hurt. The black ball of fur was now playing with your wiggling fingers, wide emerald eyes following their every move. He scowls, shaking his head. He wasn't a cat person in the slightest - but he knows you're far too smitten with the little feline now. Your eyes are sparkling at the meowing creature.

"It's so cute!" you coo, lifting the kitten up to rub your nose against it. "I just want to eat you."

"Please don't." Jungkook deadpans, his narrowing eyes staring holes into the kitten.

You roll your eyes at Jungkook but go back to rubbing noses with the kitten. Jimin smiles besides you, placing his hands on the kittens little head and rubbing gently. Jungkook tilts his head, eyes watching Jimin.

"Thank you so much, Jimin!" you giggle to the man, placing the kitten back in your lap. "It's so unexpected."

"I thought you two needed something to make this place," Jimin glances around the modern estate - all dull colors of black and grey. "more domesticated. It's far too quiet."

"Only because Soo-ah isn't here." you murmur but smile at Jimin regardless. "I'm sure Rasu will liven this place up."

"What the hell is a Rasu?" Jungkook scoffs, crossing his arms. Jimin raises a brow, simply knowing his dongsaemg was jealous of a kitten. He hated when the attention wasn't on him - just like a child.

"His name." you declare, glancing at Jungkook just to roll your eyes at him. "It's cute."

"It is." Jimin nods in agreement, sending Jungkook a smirk. "We should get him a bell for his collar. We don't want Kookie to step on his."

Jungkook snickers. It would be a great idea - the kitten was jet black except for the small white stripe on its neck. He would blend in far too well and he wouldn;'t hear the end of it if he accidently stepped or sat on the small feline.

Jungkook couldn't do anything while he sats ignored while you and Jimin play with the kitten. Jimin was a natural people pleaser and his mind tells him that it wasn't fair that you warmed up to Jimin easily with just a kitten as a gift while he had to pay for your acceptance. Maybe it was childish to think of it. Jimin wouldn't try anything with you - with another woman from a man he didn't care for? Yes. But not you - but that doesn't make the boiling in his blood lessen.

Day after day while you keep the kitten in the home, Jimin has visited. He had brought far too many gifts for the kitten - different types of wet food and toys. Even though you had dragged him to the nearest pet store to get everything for the kitten - customed kitten shirts, toys the damn feline touched once and never again and mountains of wet and dry food and treats.

Jungkook sat in disbelief when you and him sat at the breakfast table and you placed a bowl of food on the chair next to you for the kitten to eat, claiming that he also deserved a chair for himself.

Jungkook was growing irritated with the kitten. It was obvious that he had made himself far too at home. He didn't sleep in the expensive cat tree he was forced to buy - or the expensive cat bed or wall hammock you insisted the feline needed. He preferred to sleep in cabinets he had no idea how he got into. That, or the feline made his way inside the bathroom - somehow - and would sleep right inside the tub.

Jungkook was tired of hearing how grateful you were of Jimin for gifting you the gift of Rasu - the small emerald eye cat that lived a better life than most adults. Jimin still came by to check on Rasu - but Jungkook understood that it was just to fuck with him. Jimin enjoyed riviling his dongsaeng just because he knew he could. Jungkook was an extrememly jealous man.

So much so that he found himself now inside a pet store with Soo-ah, searching for his own gift for you and him. He could make his own home domesticated.

"Uncle! What about this one?" Soo-ah cries, her wide eyes staring at a puppy.

Jungkook shakes his head as he tears his eyes away from the tiny tea-cup puppy. "That one is too small, Soo-ah. I might sit on him."

Soo-ah pouts but goes onto the next one.

Jungkook already had a cart full of items. Dog toys, collars food and supplements. Now all he needed next was the dog. Having a pet before having children with you would show you that he too can be responsible - show you how domesticated he could be.

"Uncle!" Soo-ah tugs on his hand. "Look at this one! It's so cute!"

Jungkook nods in agreement. The puppy was black and brown and tilts its head at them as they look through the small cage. Soo-ah wiggles her hand between cage to pet the puppys head.

"I think I want this one." Jungkook smiles to himself. The puppy appeared calm enough and eventually he'd be a bigger dog.

As Jungkook enters the home with Soo-ah in one arm and Bam - the energetic puppy - in the other. You're seated in the sitting room with Jimin - for whatever reason - when he saunters through.

"Hyung," Jungkook smiles tightly. "you're here as if you don't have your own home. Or wives." Jungkook murmurs. "Do I need to set a room for you?"

Jimin snickers and nods. "That would be nice." he retorts, offering Jungkook a sickly sweet smile. "Is that a dog?"

"Yes it is." Jungkook beams. "I'm more of a dog person."

You furrow your brows at Jungkook, eyes watching the dog sniff around in his surroundings.

"How are we going to have a dog and a cat together?" you ask. You refused to allow Rasu on the ground with such a big puppy.

"Y/N, baby, that's just a myth of cats and dogs being enemies." Jungkook waves you off. "We're pet parents now." he beams, eyes glancing at Jimin.

Jimin wants to laugh at Jungkook's jealousy. What he was willing to do to one up him was amazing, but it was fresh to see Jungkook happy with you. It was also great to see you - the same woman who tried time after time to escape him - now adjust to your surroundings. Soo-ah loved Jungkook with all her heart and Jimin knows he feels the same. If Jungkook only knew that each time he visited you and Rasu that all you and he ever did was discuss him, his dongsaeng wouldn't be jealous now.

But Jimin wouldn't tell Jungkook - it was a private conversation, after all. He would simply continue watching how far Jungkook would go to attempt to win you over when you were already.

You sigh but smile at Jungkook. "What's his name?"

"Bam!" Jungkook declares and the dog barks as if recognizing his own name.

You giggle and nod your head. "Bam and Rasu." you coo, placing the kitten on the ground next to the puppy who paid the small feline no mind and continued to sniff around.

Jimin places his hand beneath his chin as he watches you and Jungkook. He could only pray Jungkook doesn't do anything to make you lose you - because little did the younger know, he had you right where he wanted you.

Soobin carries the flower arrangement in his arms - nothing special, a few flowers he embarrassingly picked along the way to give to his mother. He was informed she was awake now and he wished nothing more than to see her. The halls were quiet - surprisingly so - as he makes his way to her room.

Days have passed since he met one of Jungkook's...men? Friend? He wasn't sure who the tall man with broad shoulders was to him, all he did know was that he had the audacity to come with a briefcase full of money. It made his blood boil to think that he could be bought off by Jungkook - the man who taken you from him.

Soobin wasn't a possessive man. You were your own person, he was aware. Yet you cried when you left with him. The months he has gotten to know you, he hasn't seen a ring on your finger. You haven't spoke of your past with Jungkook but Soobin was no idiot to see that whatever he's done to you was nothing but abuse.

Soobin rounded the corner, his mother's room the last one to the right. He glances at the clock on the far end of the hallway and sighs. There was still no word from the police - he called back hours later asking if they were willing to investigate and now Soobin knows that "We're looking into it" means that they weren't. It was a ploy to shut him up.

Soobin straightens his back as he reaches his mothers room. The door was cracked only slightly and he pushes it back to see his mother smiling. Who she was smiling at was what caught him by surprise. "Who are you?" Soobin asks, eyeing the man.

Byeol turns her eyes to glare at her son. "Don't be rude, Soobin." she hisses lowly. She then turns to the unknown man and smiles. "This is my son - Soobin." she introduces.

The man turns his eyes to Soobin and nods. Soobin eyes his appearances - all black attire with jewlery that appeared more expensive than anything he could even think to afford. The man stood tall - even if he was shorter than Soobin - and eyes him with intense eyes, but the smile on his lip never falters.

"Why is he here?" Soobin asks his mother, not caring how rude he was sounding. The last time he saw an unknown man, it had to do with Jungkook. He didn't need any of his men coming around his mother.

"Soobin." Byeol's words were stern and final. It told him he needed to stop with his disrespect.

"My name's Park Jimin." the man holds out his hand to Soobin who hesitantly grabs it - only does so because his mother is watching him. "I'm the man who has loaned your mother the money for her surgery."

Soobin snatches his hands away and turns to his mother. "A loan shark?" he hisses. "I thought-"

"You have enough things to worry about with Jin-Seon and Y/N." Byeol shakes her head. "I don't need you worrying about me, as well."

Jimin hums to himself as he smiles at Soobin. Soobin is no fool to catch the glint in his eyes and his breathing quickened. He goes to place the flower arrangement on the nearest table to see that he was late. There was already one there - this one was expensive. He couldn't name any of the flowers arranged. "W-Who brought this?" he asks his mother, eyeing the flowers.

"A colleague of mine." Jimin spoke up.

Soobin shoves his flowers next to it and turns to face Jimin.

"Jeon Jungkook." Jimin stares straight at Soobin as he speaks. "He's also an investor such as myself. We love to give families a second chance and lift a little weight off their shoulders."

Soobin feels his palms go sweaty under Jimin's gaze. Whoever Jungkook was, he had an abundance of influence. That told Soobin that this was a powerful man that had the world at the palms of his hands - and an unlimited supply of men willing to come to his aid.

"Can I speak with you outside, Jimin-ssi?" Soobin murmurs, not waiting for a response before he walks out the door himself. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, contemplating how he was going to explain this to his mother when she returned home.

Soobin hears the door close behind him. He turns to face Jimin to see the man have a bored look on his face. "Tell Jungkook he has no right to keep interfering in my life." Soobin hisses at Jimin who only smirks. "I'm serious!" he then hisses at the smirking man. "I don't want his money or yours."

"You know," Jimin leans away from the door. He takes a step towards Soobin "you're ungrateful. I haven't even heard a thank you come from your lips." the man says, tapping Soobin's lip with his index finger - just to fuck with the fuming man.

"Don't touch me!" Soobin hisses, clenching his fist. He takes a few steps back from Jimin and hisses once more, "What the hell do you want? What does he want? He's taken everything already-"

"You mean Y/N?" Jimin furrows a brow with a scoff. "You mean...another man's wife? My dongsaeng's wife at that?" Jimin shakes his head and soon he's laughing - an amused laugh that does nothing but mock Soobin. "You were trying to play house with a woman and a child that didn't belong to you?"

Soobin gulps. Jimin's laugh makes him want to do nothing but wipe that smirk off of his lips - but if Jimin was anything like Jungkook, that only meant that he was armed and just as narcissistic as him. Possibly even pyschotic.

"Cat got your tongue?" Jimin pouts his lips, feigning pity. "Aww, that's sad. Regardless, boy, my dongsaeng did you a favor by sparring your life. Of course, you can thank Y/N and Jin-Seon for being there for that." Jimin steps closer and with each step Soobin takes one back. "Jungkook would never put his wife and child in harm's way. And now, they're better off without," Jimin eyes Soobin up and down, a snicker leaving his lips. "you. And that run down shack you call a home."

There it was once more - someone talking down on him and the home they lived in. He doesn't want to show it, yet it does cause a sting in his heart at the harsh words Jimin says. Similar to the ones Jungkook said to him. It was evident what they meant by it - he wasn't good enough for you. He didn't have the money and power Jungkook had. He couldn't afford expensive cars and couldn't have you live in a high-end mansion that he was positive Jungkook had you in. By the way Jungkook scoffed at the home they resided in and stated frankly that his son could never stay there. Now Jimin repeating it...

"What do you guys want from me?"

Jimin catches the crack in the young boy's voice. He pitied him, of course. He was innocent in this - it wasn't Soobin that took you and held you hostage. You left on your own accord. However, Jungkook would blame him until his last breath out of pure rage and jealousy. Soobin had the luxury of being with you while pregnant with Jin-Seon. He had the chance to witness you grow larger as the months pushed along and saw the pregnancy glow. It's one of the best moments to be around your wife as she's carrying your child - he would know having not just one wife and daughter, but two.

Jungkook knowing that Soobin - someone he deemed lesser than himself and not having the resources he did - had the chance to be with you and hold his child before he did...Jimin shakes his head. Soobin was a lucky man to be alive today and again, Jin-Seon and you were his only weaknesses.

"Stop going to the police." Jimin finally answers. "They aren't going to do anything but tell us."

Soobin stiffens. He tries to look for any detection that Jimin was playing any mind games on him - but he wasn't. No wonder the police didn't appear the least bit concerned with your whereabouts.

"You're lucky he called my hyung and not Jungkook." Jimin continues. "Even though he promised Y/N that he wouldn't hurt you. The 6 of us made no such promises."

Jimin could see the glint in Soobin's eyes - a glint of a man recollecting his own life before his eyes. He felt for the young boy, once again he had no dog in this fight. He appeared to have a good soul - rare for a man in this day of age - yet he couldn't allow him to come between you and Jungkook. The sheriff being on their payroll only meant they had the advantage, but there was no saying what lengths Soobin would go through in his attempts to bring you back to him.

"Your mother's surgery bills have already been paid for." Jimin added. "You're alive and well. So is she."

A bitter chuckle leaves Soobin's lips. "You'll kill me?" he asks, his eyes on the ground. "For caring for a friend?"

"I'll kill you if you try to come after Y/N or my nephew - yes." Jimin responds without a second thought, giving him a nod.

Jimin wasn't one for threats nor did he prefer killing - but he wasn't against it. Jungkook was happy again - crawling out of the dark hole he placed himself in while you were gone. He actually smiled again and when he would visit to see Jin-Seon, there was never a time Jungkook's eyes would leave the baby for long. Any whine had Jungkook in a frezny wondering what was wrong with his son. Jungkook never turned down anything that involved Jin-Seon - a changing, washing or feeding. It reminded Jimin of himself when he first became a father and it was truly a beautiful sight to see.

"I'll be taking my leave." Jimin announced. He doesn't wait for Soobin to respond before he turns down towards the hall. 

Soobin watches Jimin's back, his mind clouded with the new found information. He gulps and sniffles before realizing that he's crying. Jimin's figure get's smaller by the seconds until he can no longer see him nor hear his footsteps. 

A month has passed far too quickly for your liking. One moment you're in the large estate with Jungkook, agreeing to marry him for the sake of your family to now depart the country and entering Kefalonia, Greece. How Jungkook managed to get a hold of a private plane for your family to come shouldn't shock you as much as it does. When Jungkook stated that your wedding would be the best - far better than his Hyungs - you didn't believe how much he was willing to put into it.

You never been to Greece before - the brightness of it all with the clearness of the water marvels you. However, you're nervous as the seconds go by. You never imagined yourself getting married - and even though this isn't the ideal marriage moment, you're still fearful. You try to ignore the circumstances of why you agreed to be with Jungkook and at least make an attempt to enjoy yourself. Greece was beautiful and knowing Jungkook, he was paying a hefty amount of money to just win the one-sided competition with his Hyungs.

Your siblings were astonished by the luxury of the land you were residing on - all having several condos for each family not far from the beach. You loved seeing their faces of happiness to be away on vacation. None of you ever vacation outside of the country somewhere luxurious. It makes your decision to be with Jungkook a greater satisfaction - to know that you weren't just thinking of yourself but of your entire family. You just wished Hyun-woo could be here but understanding that he was in rehab was the best gift you could be given.

Jungkook wraps an arm around your waist as you were staring out the large window of the master bedroom. You could see the others enjoying their stay, already playing at the beach. Soo-ah and Hye-jin were burying Namjoon in the sand while Momoka and Hee-sun were dipping their own feet into the water, babies in their arms.

"Do you want to go and join them?" Jungkook asks. He places his chin on your head as he speaks. He relished in being with you now with only a day away from being married to you.

You shake your head. You turn away from the window and make your way to the bed, Jungkook following behind you until he's laying beside you, arms wrapped lazily around you. He inhales the scent of your hair - the vanilla aroma engulfing his nostrils. It always calms him - the familiar scent of you.

"I'm nervous." you admit, eyes blinking to the ceiling. "I don't like to be stared at."

Jungkook snickers, but grips your waist.

"I'm serious." you groan, turning away on your side away from him. "What if I fall on my face?"

"I'll fall then." Jungkook chuckles. "So we'll both look a mess. Together."

You roll your eyes but smile slightly. You place your hand over Jungkook's that is rubbing along your thigh tracing random shapes. The silence that falls between you and Jungkook is comfortable and welcoming. You would have never thought that you'd be here with him willingly after your life over the course of months - nearing a year. It's insane to think that you once despised Jungkook to not minding if you did spend life with him.

Yes, there was the thought of what if's. What if you didn't get involved with Jungkook? What if you didn't go to the underground Black Market and offer up your virginity - or worse, what if Jungkook wasn't there and you would've been bought by some older man? You wouldn't be in what you were now - but was this truly as bad as you initially thought? Your family adored Jungkook and they now lived comfortably. You didn't have to work - not that you minded it - and it was relaxing not living check to check.

'Jungkook could be worse.' you tell yourself, snickering mentally. You couldn't believe you laid with him now willingly and even taking his side. Jungkook could be extremely more controlling than he was. Sure, he chipped you - but he also chipped himself to make you comfortable with getting it. Yes, he forced you into a marriage - but another man wouldn't do what he's done for your family. You couldn't imagine another man managing to get your brother out of prison and into rehab.

Jungkook was a patient man. He didn't force you into anything you truly didn't want. Your mind tells you this because, truly, what man wouldn't have coherced you into sex by now? Sometimes you think you're the one constantly forcing yourself upon him.

Your mind tells you that maybe living side by side with Jungkook wouldn't be too bad. Maybe you'll grow to love him like he claims to love you. Maybe you could eventually give him the children he often speaks of - but not too soon. You didn't forget the birth control pills in your possession, grateful that Jungkook hadn't found them just yet. You would give him the benefit of the doubt as a husband - but you can't trust him just yet as a father.

"What are you thinking about?" Jungkook's words startles you back into reality.

"About you." you admit, leaning back against him. "And us."

"Good things?"

You nod.

"Good." Jungkook murmurs. "You're going to look beautiful in the dress."

"You already saw me in it." you retort. You turn to face him again to find him glancing down at you. "Defeats the purporse of complimenting me."

"Never." Jungkook declares. "It doesn't matter if I already saw you in it. I'm still going to cry."

"You're being dramatic again." you laugh, but the gesture does make your heart warm. "If you cry then that'll make my sisters cry. Then I will cry and I can't risk ruining my makeup."

Jungkook laughs aloud, throwing his head back. You follow suit, joining in on the laughter. You feel Jungkook brings you closer to him. His embrace is warm and it reminds you of the many times you and him were entangled like this - far too many times to count.

You're the first to lean in. You connect your lips to his urgency. It wasn't long before the two of you were tangled together, hands roaming the other body. You're left breathing heavily when Jungkook disconnects your lips, just to kiss along your neck, even nibbling. His hands raise to squeeze your breast through your clothes, lips kissing your collarbone.

Jungkook hums, swirling his tongue onto your skin. "Wanna taste you." he huffs.

You could only nod your head. You weren't capable of deny Jungkook when it came to his tongue.

Jungkook doesn't waste any time in tugging the shirt off of you. He dives into your breast, wrapping his mouth around one nipple while pinching and tugging the other. Arching your back, you huffed out a moan at the sensation.

Jungkook could suck onto your breast for hours - he was just a man. There wasn't any pleasure he got from it - but to get to see you squirming beneath him, moaning out his name and getting to touch you adds to the excitement. He's had sex with many women - it came with the job - but couldn't care less if he pleasured them enough. Yet with you, pleasuring you solely was enough for him to cum. Your moans were always so sweet for him and they often replayed in his mind time and time again - even when the two of you weren't intimate.

Jungkook's fingers trail between your legs, lightly tapping your clothed clit to tease you. He trails his lips down, fingers hook under your shorts and tugs them of, your panties going along with them.

Jungkook grunts when his fingers feel just how wet you were already for him. As much as he enjoyed kissing and sucking your skin - it was his favorite to get to watch the way you squirmed while he fingered you. You were tight, but his fingers always entered almost effortlessly.

Jungkook hovers above you, his eyes trained on the way his fingers play with your clit. Your stomach is churning at the pace he sets - Jungkook always dove right into it but you never could complain. You relished when Jungkook put your needs before his own, content with not getting anything in return from you.

Jungkook places two of his fingers into his mouth and shivers. "I'm gonna taste you now." he rushes between your legs without a second thought, tongue flat against your clit. Both of his hands roughly slap against your thighs to allow him entrance before he goes to ravishing you.

You're arching your back in seconds - Jungkook's tongue always has this effect on you. He doesn't hold himself back, his head swinging back and forth while his tongue assaults your clit. The squelching sounds mixed with your sweet moans are an added bonus. You tangled your fingers into his hair, tugging on it.

Jungkook moans against your clit. He adored when you pulled his hair, his high tolerance of pain being nothing but a blessing for him. He loved when you slapped him, pulled his hair - even the light choking. It gave him the masochistic pleasure - only when it came to you, however. He could never allow a woman he didn't love be dominant over him. Besides, you thrived in being sadistic to him.

Jungkook wouldn't say he was a complete masochist - a woman like you always had to be put in her place. You loved to be choked just as much as you loved choking him - he would say the two of you were truly meant for one another.

Jungkook lifts himself from between your legs and places a quick kiss upon your lips. You yelp when Jungkook flips you around, his back now firmly on the bed and he's tugging you to sit upon him. Jungkook's guilty pleasure was you sitting on his face - maybe it was the lack of air he had, but he would never complain. It was a good way to go out.

You squeeze Jungkook's thighs, biting your lip at the pace Jungkook sets as he licks and kisses on your clit. You lick your lips, eyes focusing on the bulge in Jungkook's shorts. You place your hand upon it, squeezing it tightly. You could feel the vibration from the groan Jungkook does - and it entices you to do it again. You dip your hand beneath it to get out his cock and it sprungs out. His cock was always so pretty - the tip already dripping with pre-cum.

Jungkook's hands rub your body, the sensation of your naked skin on his palm sends goosebumps and shivers around his body. His fingernails dig into your thighs when he feels your tongue - so warm and soft - against the tip of his cock.

You wrap your tongue around the tip of Jungkook's cock, moaning at the salty taste of pre-cum. You would've never thought you'd enjoy sucking cock - especially Jungkook's. The way he would whimper and moan each time you'd wrap a simple tongue around his cock gives you the power to suck harder and faster - even deeper.

Which is what you do.

You bring his entire cock into your mouth and bob your head. You could feel the saliva dripping down your chin within seconds, but it does nothing but turn you on. Your hands wrap around the length of his cock and stroke him as you suck.

Jungkook curses, jutting his hips. He squeezes his eyes shut and bites his lips. You always knew how to suck him so well, always using your throat to pleasure him. You didn't understand how much he adored you - how much he was willing to do for you. You had him in the palm of your hands - literally and metaphorically.

Jungkook enters two fingers inside of you, curling them. He kisses your clit as he pumps his fingers inside of you. You're tight, yet he could still feel you clench around his fingers and he couldn't stop himself from thinking how tight you'd be around him.

You lean back against Jungkook, cock in your mouth but you couldn't suck. His fingers pumping inside of you clouds your mind. You feel it deep in your stomach - the churning and rumbling. You begin to breathe heavily and you remove his cock from your mouth. You hung your head, fidgeting in his grasp.

Jungkook is positive that you're going to cum - he knows your body well now. You're jerk in his embrace, shake your head, clench around him then...

"Fuck!" you hiss, arching your back as you were cumming around his fingers.

Jungkook hums, removing his fingers from inside of you. He licks them, closing his eyes and sighing. He was horny - excessively so. But, as you rest he was going to rub one out in the shower before dinner - it appeared to be enough for him. As Jungkook places you onto the bed beside him, he goes to kiss your cheek. Before he could, you turn your head towards him and place a kiss upon his lips.

Jungkook melts into the kiss. He could feel your hands grip his shirt to bring him closer. "You seem happy." Jungkook chuckles against your lips. "And horny."

"I am." you murmur, kissing along his jaw. "Shouldn't you be?"

Jungkook licks his lips when he feels you nibble on his neck. "I am."

"Then we should do something about that."

Your hands trailing lower and lower with your lips kissing, sucking and nibble has Jungkook weak.

"What do you suggest we do?" Jungkook gulps. He understands fully what you mean - but we wants you to say it.

"Would it be too vulgar to ask you to fuck me?"

Jungkook shakes his head. He laughs aloud, placing a hand onto his head. You knit your brows at his laugh, glaring at him.

"I'm not fucking you." Jungkook says. "That sounds...too harsh."

You sigh.

"Don't look at me like that." Jungkook quips. "You're a virgin. I can't just fuck you like some animal, baby." Jungkook places a hand on your cheek. "It has to be more special than that, don't you think?"

You nod your head slowly, shrugging your shoulders. You were never the daydream type of girl that imagined rose petals and candles for her first time. But your mind was telling you that you understood why Jungkook doesn't want to go through with it. He was a man that didn't have a say in the way he lost his own virginity - no matter how desensitized he's become of it.

"I don't want to be a virgin on our Honeymoon." you claim. "I want to know...what I'm doing."

"You're not going to be a pro in a few days." Jungkook couldn't help but laugh. "What's the rush? You don't need to do this because you think I want to."

"I'm not." you assure. "Is it bad that I want to have sex with my fiance?"

Jungkook hums, he likes the sound of you calling him that. Still, he couldn't fathom just fucking you - not while you still had a sense of purity left. He didn't want you to assume he wanted nothing but sex from you or that there was a time limit.

Even though there was - in a way, but he doesn't know yet how to tell you.

"It'll hurt." Jungkook murmurs.

"Eventually it'll feel good."

"You aren't going to let this go, huh?" Jungkook's thumb is now rubbing your cheek. He watches your lips tug into a smile before he exhales. "If that's what you want...then alright."

Widening your eyes, you lean forward to stare at him. Jungkook continues to lay down, watching your expression.

"Okay...how do we do this?" you ponder aloud and all Jungkook can do is laugh.

You couldn't keep your hands off of Jungkook - even after it's only been 2 days - leaving just a few more until your wedding. The first night was awkward - weird even. You weren't sure how to feel once it was done and over with - but you recall thinking to yourself; "Was that it?" The act of virginity always appeared to be an act that would be either the best moment in life or the complete worse - to you it was right in the middle. It wasn't bad - but it couldn't be good with Jungkook's nerves getting to him. He was nervous and didn't want to hurt you - constantly asking if you were okay and needed him to stop.

However, you were the first one to initiate the sex that same night, trying to get the feel of it. It wasn't as awkward as the first time and Jungkook was surprised how well you were growing accustomed to him. So much so that you would request being on top of him, asking questions if it felt good and were you doing everything right - and he said yes each time. There wasn't a wrong way to ride him, he'd enjoy it either way.

By the fifth time the two of you had sex there wasn't any awkwardness or embarrassment. You went back to your sadistic ways - slapping him the way he enjoyed, pulling and tugging on his hair that had him cumming and wrapping your soft hands around his neck. He was convinced that there was nothing you could do to him that he wouldn't love - that could be deadly for him, yet he didn't care.

Jungkook remained astonished at your high sex drive. He wasn't complaining and never would when it came to you, yet he'd never come to the conclusion that you would want him all the time. When you weren't enganging in sex, you often asked questions about it - pondering just what he liked to do in bed. That's how Jungkook finds himself here with you in Greece in a sex shop. The embarrassed look on your face makes him laugh and it doesn't help that he keeps teasing you about it.

Sex shops usually didn't have carriers - yet the nice clerk had offered a bag once she noticed Jungkook holding more than 5 items in his arms.

"Who's getting handcuffed?" you murmur towards Jungkook as he throws a pair of cuffs into the carrier.

"Doesn't matter to me." Jungkook smiled - and he meant it. Just the thought of you cuffing him has him thinking of ways to not get excited just by the thought.

But even the thought of you being cuffed to the bed excites Jungkook once more. He gulps.

"You can get stuff, too." Jungkook assures. "Whatever you're into."

You bite your lip. It wasn't like you thought about coming to a sex shop and exploring their vast items.

Jungkook watches intently as you look around, touching stuff before shaking your head.

"You don't have to be embarrassed." Jungkook places a hand on your shoulder. "If you see anything you like then we can get it. If not then it's alright."

You and Jungkook leave that shop with many new items. You grabbed nipple clamps and a blindfold, always being intrigued by them. Jungkook grabbing a vibrator surprised you, but he only gives you a toothy grin when you ask about it. It was a tough night attempting to get away from the amount of people - Jimin insisting the two of you attend an event on the beach while Taehyung asks if you wanted to accompany him to a jazz show. It was nearly embarrassing to say you were blowing everyone off just to have sex with one another.

As you enter the room, one thing soon leads to another and somehow you're naked with Jungkook aggressively fingering you. He's hovering above you, eyes intently watching the way you're clenching around his fingers. You're so tight that he adds a third finger, arousal dripping down his wrists. He's thankful that you've agreed to be hand-cuffed, it makes the entire situation much more exciting.

"Let's try something new." your ears catch Jungkook's voice - a moaning statement.

Jungkook removes his fingers from inside of you and lifts himself off of the bed. You watch as he goes towards the black bag of sex toys. You lick your lips and gulp. Jungkook returns with a smirk on his lips, the blindfold in one hand and the vibrator in the other.

"Let's put these on you." Jungkook hums and climbs upon the bed.

You nod, offering a short smile. Jungkook places the blindfold over your eyes - the cotton mask hiding the world around you. You could hear and feel Jungkook moving around the bed. "I'm going to try something, alright?"

You nod your head and continue to wait. You hear clanking metal and now are left even more confused until you feel a sudden coldness on your nipples. You yelp and jerk your back - startled by the sudden coldness.

"Have you ever heard of iceplay?" Jungkook's words come through your ears and you conclude that he's directly next to you.

"N-No."

"We'll see if you like it." Jungkook murmurs.

You feel Jungkook trail the ice along your breast and nipples, his lips - warm and wet - kissing and sucking along your neck. The cold touch of the ice feels weird upon your skin, but you wouldn't say it doesn't arouse you. It brings out an odd erotic feeling within you that has you moaning for more - and Jungkook delivers. He trails the ice along your belly button and between your thighs before he stops at your clit. You're shivering at the feeling, but you don't want him to stop.

Jungkook loved observing your reaction to the ice - it was expressive as always and he knew you liked what he was doing. It was amazing to see you now - handcuffed and allowing him to do whatever he desired to feed his sexual desire for you, the way you'd moaned his name so lovingly - he would do anything in his power to keep you comfortable and safe just as you felt at this moment.

Jungkook kisses your cheek before taking hold of the vibrator. He goes between your legs, eyes catching the way you bite your lip. He turns on the vibrator, the buzzing sound loud and powerful. He kisses your clit before placing the vibrator against it.

You arch your back, releasing a loud moan. Your stomach sucks in as you inhale, the vibrations driving you crazy. Jungkook holds your thigh open each time there's an attempt from you to close them - his eyes adoring the way you drip onto the bed.

"I want you to cum, baby." Jungkook mumbles. He removes his hand from your thighs to enter 3 fingers inside of you.

You jump at pressure and in normal jungkook fashion, he doesn't hesitate in pumping inside of you. The vibrations along your clit mixed with Jungkook fucking his fingers into you has you tugging against the handcuffed restraints. You shake your head side to side - wishing you could watch Jungkook between your legs, but the blindfold adds even more arousal to you.

Jungkook presses the vibrator harder against your clit, his fingers not halting their pumping. "I can feel you clenching around my fingers." Jungkook chuckles, curling his fingers. "Are you going to cum?"

You nod your head hastily - you could feel the pressure coming from deep within you. Jungkook knows when you were close to cumming - the way you'd begin to gasp for air, clench your stomach and around his fingers.

"I love to see you cum for me, baby." Jungkook moans - his own cock was hard and throbbing, itching to just be inside of you. He was sure that he would be content with just watching you be pleasured - but now knowing how your walls felt; so tight, wet and warm...

Jungkook groans at the sight of you dripping onto his wrists, your throat releasing a loud moan. You're curses out lowly to yourself as your high gets to you. Jungkook nods his head with a smirk on his lips. "You're so beautiful when you cum for me, baby. I love it."

Jungkook removes his fingers from inside of you and the vibrator from your clit, turning it off. You're twitching while attempting to catch your breath. You lean your head back once you feel Jungkook remove the blindfold from your eyes. You blink a few times to adjust to the sudden light - Jungook's smirking down at you. 

"Take these cuffs off of me." you murmur to Jungkook with a bite of your lip.

Jungkook does just that, making sure to rub your wrists to make sure they weren't hurting from being in the same position for who knows how long. "Are you-" Jungkook feels your palm connect to his cheek and he's stunned - but it doesn't frighten nor anger him. He feels you climb into his , wrapping your legs around him. 

You crash your lips onto his and Jungkook wastes no time. He moans when he feels your tongue enter his mouth, the both of you fighting for dominance - but he had no problem with allowing you to dominate him.

As your tongue dances with his, your fingers catch Jungkook's hair and you yank on it. The moan that the man lets out makes you clench around nothing. There was something about Jungkook that you admire - the way he allows you to hit him as hard as you wanted and never does anything about it. No matter how hard you'd pull his hair, he would just smile at you with lust filled eyes. When your hands wrapped around his neck and he coughed for air but the way his hands would rest lovingly on your waist - it excites you. 

But even you had your moments. As much as you relished witnessing Jungkook - the powerful man who had men at his disposal - become completely submissive by you, you also cherish when he does the same. It was insane to think that only days ago you were a virgin and now you and Jungkook couldn;t keep your hands away from one another. The way you felt around him was complete - as iconic as it was to admit to yourself. The same man who bought your virginity and ordered for you to be his wife was now the man who made you feel...loved? Cared for?

Whatever the feeling was, you prayed it'd never changed.

"I want to ride you." you whisper in Jungkook's ear - sending goosebumps up his arm. 

Jungkook nods his head hastily. He'd allow you to do anything you wanted to him - that fact was obvious. 

While you were naked for him, Jungkook was fully clothed. Not for long - he yanks down his shorts and removes his shirt. He begins to lay back and hold your waist when you stop him. "I don't want you to touch me." 

Jungkook knits his brows. "What do you mean?"

You fight the satisfied smile from forming onto your lips. Your eyes glances towards the handcuffs laying onto the bed. You grab them in a quick movement and placing one onto Jungkook's wrist. "It's your turn." you tease, blowing him a quick kiss before handcuffing the other wrist behind his back. 

Jungkook can feel the excitement running through him when you push him to sit against the headboard. He appears like a child in a candy store - doe eyes wide and waiting for you to do your next move. 

And you do - not hesitating when you sit onto his cock that was already painfully correct for you. 

"Shit." Jungkook clenches his eyes shut. You're wrapping around him just right and he's positive that he wont be lasting for long. 

Placing both hands onto Jungkook's shoulder, you dig your nails into it. It causes Jungkook to squirm, but he couldn't care less if you'd draw blood doing so. 

You start your pace in riding him - you weren't a professional at this so it feels weird. But Jungkook was having the time of his life no matter how inexperience you were on top of him - he grunted and groaned out your name while clenching and unclenching his eyes. He was unsure where he desired to look - your goregous moaning face, your bouncing breast or your pussy wet and gripping around him. 

You quicken the pace, feeling Jungkook deep inside of you. The sensation was amazing and you were certain you never wanted to stop. Jungkook's cock was perfect - the size was just enough to please you. Your mind - obviously clouded - thinks it was sculptured this way for you and only you. 

"Your pussy feels so good, baby." Jungkook exhales - at this moment you're not crashing against him, each thrust sends him flying into the headboard. Neither of you care about being loud - a plus since the whole house was for just the two of you. "It feels like it was made just for me."

You swallow hard, throwing your head back. Your arms bring themselves back to hold onto his thighs as you continue to ride him. Jungkook couldn't help his eyes from watching your breast - perfectly rounded with hardened nipples - bounce as you fuck yourself against his cock. It was a sight that he would never forget for as long as he lived. He bites his lip.

"I'm not going to last long." Jungkook admits embarrassingly. How could he when you were doing this to him?

"Why not?" you laugh - a laugh that taunts him. "You can't handle it?"

Jungkook shakes his head. "I-I can."

"You sure?" you squeeze around him and smirk at the way Jungkook curses. "If that's so then don't cum until I tell you to."

Jungkook gulps. He closes his eyes - it was worth a try. If his eyes didn't catch onto the beauty that was you, then maybe he had a chance in not cumming. However, his eyes already have your sight engraved into his brain and even when he wasn't looking at you, you were all he could see. The sounds of your skin slapping his mixed with his moans aren't on his side, either. 

"I love you so much." Jungkook groans out, it was low and he's unsure if he intended for you to hear him - but you do. At this moment he's moments from cumming and he's babbling, a few gibberish and some you could actually hear. "I can't wait for you to be my wife."

You yourself close your eyes.

"You're going to look so beautiful." Jungkook sucked in his breath - he's making an effort to not cum without your command. "You're going to look even more beautiful when you're pregnant with our child."

You moan out aloud this time - Jungkook was a professional at dirty talk. He said things you would have never in a million years thought would turn you on. 

"Your stomach's going to be so swollen carrying my child." Jungkook continues, his hips jutting to thrust into you and this causes him to go deeper until he's hitting a sweet spot. "I can never get you off of my mind..."

"S-Shut up." you hum. You were suppose to be in charge and all he's doing is making you slowly become submissive.

"You occupy my mind all the time. All I can think about is you." Jungkook tugs at the handcuffs but it doesn't unlock. "Take these off of me." he commands, his voice deep and threatening. 

You stop your thrust to open your eyes. You find Jungkook already looking at you intently. His eyes compell you to do as he says slowly. Once the last handcuff was off of him, he flips you. He enters you without a second thought and starts at a harsh pace. A hand is wrapped around your neck and he arches your back so he could continue whispering into your ears. 

"I think about loving you. Caring for you..." Jungkook's thrust was powerful and echoed off the walls. "I think about breeding you. I know you'll be the perfect mother for our children."

You feel tears sweel in your eyes because damn did he have a way with words when it was time for him to be in control. 

"I promise nothing will ever happen to you or them." Jungkook places his head on top of yours - you were tightening around him and he understands you're going to cum. So was he. "I'll always protect you and our children."

"Please cum in me." you cry out, the tears of pleasure already streaming down your face. Your mind is blurred and all you can think about was having him inside of you completely - your sober mind wouldn't agree, yet she wasn't here with you now. 

Besides - you were on birth control. 

"Please cum in me, Kookie." you beg once more and it's what sends him over the edge. He nods his head at you before doing so - deeply. It sends both of you tumbling over. 

Your eyes feel heavy when you feel Jungkook wrap an arm around you. Unsure of what else to do, you do what your body wants and fall into a state of slumber. 

Yoongi takes a fussy Jin-Seon in his arms and rocks him gently. Jungkook watches how his son calms down in his Hyung's arms and releases a sigh of relief. He leans back into the chair and continues to eye his son, noticing the way his tiny fingers spreaded themselves out and he couldn't help but smile.

He had Jin-Seon while you rested - surprised that you did so. You didn't have an issue with allowing Jungkook around Jin-Seon, knowing he would never intentionally hurt him. But, he understood you were a mother and naturally was protective of him, so when you agreed on getting a bit of extra sleep and trusted him to watch Jin-Seon tells Jungkook that you were (ever so slowly) beginning to trust him again.

And this time, Jungkook would take your trust into account.

"Who knew you could be so soft, hyung." Jimin teases.

"We've known Yoongi to be a fraud for years now." Jin waves his hand with a laugh. "He treats Holly better than he treats us."

Jungkook stands when he hears a few whimpers come from Jin-Seon. "Is he alright?" he asks Yoongi who rolls his eyes.

"Yes, Jungkook, he is." he responds. "He just wants you to hold him is my guess."

Jungkook nods and takes Jin-Seon back into his arms, making little noises to calm him down.

"You know," Jimin crosses his legs. "he will eventually start crying just because he knows you would always come."

Jungkook furrows a brow at Jimin. "I'm his father." he deadpans. "Why wouldn't I come?"

"Got a point." Jimin smirks and leans back into his seat.

Jungkook wiggles his finger in front of Jin-Seon and cheers lowly when his son wraps his tiny hand around his finger. He understands that Jin-Seon was already spoiled - he often took him in his arms whenever he heard the slightest whimpers or coos. He couldn't help himself - he only knew of his sons existence for about a month and blamed only himself that he wasn't there during your pregnancy.

Jungkook also understood that his father wasn't much of a father. His mother had thousands of photos and he couldn't find one where his father held his as a baby - but he found one too many of his uncles - his Hyungs fathers - holding him and his brother. He had no desire for his son to grow wondering if he ever loved him because he would already know the answer.

"I think it's time for us to go." Jin claps his hands together. "We've been with Jin-Seon for hours - I know he's growing tired of us."

"May be tired of the rest of you." Hoseok says, strolling towards Jungkook and a yawning Jin-Seon. He places a finger on his forehead. "But he loves me."

Jin-Seon whimpers and Jungkook takes a step back from Hoseok. "That's enough, you're upsetting him." he frowns at his Hyung.

Hoseok scoffs but leaves it alone. Jin-Seon was a trader - never once did he whimper or cry in his arms. "I'll be back and he'll love me." he says down to Jin-Seon.

Jungkook rocks Jin-Seon in his arms as his Hyung leaves. By his feet stood Bam, walking behind him as he strolled around with his son. He was once afraid that Bam would attack the infant - but it was the opposite. All Bam was interested in doing was smelling him - Rasu was more hands on. He'd often climb wherever the baby laid and would sleep besides him, no matter how many times he'd tell the feline not to do so.

Jungkook raises his son into the air, smiling as the baby looks down at him uninterestedly. "So cute." he laughs, lightly lowering and raising his son. "So, so cute - damn it!" Jungkook quickly places his son on the furthest end of the leather couch. He removes his shirt - now stained with white baby spit up. He uses the shirt to wipe his face and throws it to the side.

Jin-Seon begins to fuss. Jungkook places him back into his arms. "I'm not upset." he coos at his son. "I'll never be upset at you."

Jin-Seon squirms in Jungkook's arms, his head towards his bare chest and mouth open trying to feed on nothing. Jungkook frowns, his bottom lip forming a pout. "You must be hungry." he murmurs down to his son before standing slowly, afraid if he done so far too quick he'd drop Jin-Seon.

Jungkook makes his way to you. You had woke a few moments before his Hyungs had nor were you far, only in the next room organizing Jin-Seon's nursery when he arrived frantically. Jin-Seon was seconds away from crying, the low whimpers telling him so. "He's hungry." Jungkook says as he enters. You're folding Jin-Seon's clothes when he does. "I don't want him to cry."

You roll your eyes before turning to Jungkook. You wouldn't admit it - but you found it cute how concerned Jungkook was whenever Jin-Seon cried. You've dealt with children since a young age with the amount of nieces and nephews you had and knew that them crying would be the least of your worries. You attempted to tell Jungkook this - yet he was convinced that whenever Jin-Seon cried it would be the end of the world. "Why are you shirtless?"

"He...spit up on my shirt again." Jungkook glances away.

"Black shirt?" you ask, but only because you know the answer.

"...Yeah."

"I told you to stop wearing dark clothing - it'll just stain." you shake your head with a sigh - but Jungkook didn't care, you knew this. He told you that he'll just buy more. "Men never listen." you smile at Jin-Seon. "Do you want to feed him?" you tilt your head. "Jae-Beom got me a pump as a late gift. I only got enough for one feeding. It's warming up now."

Jungkook's eyes widen as his eyes watch you go around Jin-Seon's nursery and grab what you thought he needed to feed him. He was nervous - he never fed Jin-Seon before since you breast fed him, but he enjoyed watching. Not in a sick perverted way - but getting to witness you caring for his son was a sight he was thankful to experience.

You usher him to sit down and place the bottle in his hands. Jin-Seon was seconds from crying and Jungkook's nerves were kicking in. "What if he doesn't want me to?" he questions. "He's use to you."

"If he doesn't like it then we can switch." you responded. "I think you give him too much power. He's a baby."

Jungkook remains quiet but listens on how you instruct him to put the nipple in his mouth. He does and sighs in relief that Jin-Seon begins to suck without a care who was feeding him. He smiles a low smile the way Jin-Seon stops squirming. His eyes are stuck on his sons face - so peaceful as he is fed. Not a care in the world - no problems to face.

You go back to folding Jin-Seon's clothes for the next few minutes, organizing everything around you for an easy find. The room is quiet and you're humming to yourself lowly. Jin-Seon was going to be a hungry child when he grew - all he wanted to do was eat. And knowing Jungkook, he'd allow Jin-Seon to do whatever he wanted as long as he wasn't hurting himself.

When you turn around to check on Jin-Seon, your eyes catch Jungkook's appearance and are taken aback. "Are you crying?" you whisper, unsure if you were intruding on a personal moment or not.

Jungkook feels the tears drop from his cheek and onto Jin-Seon's onesie. He takes a deep breath then swallows. "I can't take back what I've done to you Y/N. I wish I would've listened when you begged me not to." Jungkook wipes a few tears away with his shoulder, careful not to disturb a carefree Jin-Seon.

You've never seen Jungkook cry before - it startles you. One moment he was alright, smiling down at Jin-Seon as he feeds him and now he's visibly disturbed.

"Jungkook, what-"

"I love you with all my heart for making me a father but I hate myself for how it happened. I know..." Jungkook's eyes stare at Jin-Seon, his eyes watering even more. He wasn't a cryer - especially not in front of others. But the thought of his son growing older and despising him for what he's done to you makes his blood run cold. "I would do anything for you and Jin-Seon and I will spend forever trying to redeem myself."

Jungkook removes the bottle from Jin-Seon's mouth and begins to burp him.

Your step closer to them, your eyes on the unfamiliar mark on his chest. You squint your eyes to see just what it was. Jungkook lifts his head and notices your attention on your chest.

"I forgot to tell you." Jungkook murmurs. He gently stands, holding Jin-Seon to his chest. "I got it done when you were...gone. I added his name the day after I brought him home."

You glance upward to Jungkook then back down to the tattoo engraved into his skin - right above his heart.

Jungkook feels your fingertips touch his skin, tracing the tattoo of your and Jin-Seon's name followed by numbers. You take note that it was the day you and him married - and the day Jin-Seon was born.

You're unsure how to feel. Jungkook had many tattoos littering his body, yet this was reasonably more personal. It being tattoo right above his heart tells it all.

"I'm not telling you to forgive me." continues Jungkook. Jin-Seon was now asleep, his small hand in a tight fist held close to his lips.

"I'm not sure what you want me to say."

"Nothing." Jungkook answers with a shake of his head. "You don't have to say anything if you don't want to."

You cross your arms but turn your head away.

"I told you about my father and what he's done to me and my hyung..." Jungkook starts, he feels his throat swell up. "...and I...I took advantage of you that night. You begged me to stop-"

"You don't have to-" You didn't want to hear this - or relive that night.

"You begged me to stop, Y/N. And I didn't!" Jungkook hisses. He sniffles when Jin-Seon jumps in his arms, but doesn't wake. He rushes to place his son in his crib. He turns towards you, clenching the crib. "I told myself I would never be like that man and I became him."

You didn't know what there was to say to him. You could feel your own throat swell at the sight of him - he's clenching Jin-Seon's crib far too tight that his knuckles were turning white. His eyes were teary and a single drop falls into the crib as he watches his son sleep.

"Thank you for coming back to me." Jungkook's words are sincere. "I know I put you through Hell. I know I didn't give you a choice..."

Jungkook faces you now - even with blurry eyes does he noticed the hurt in your face. 

"I don't want our son growing up questioning if I love you or him." Jungkook steps closer to you, gulping. "I want to be the father I never had. I...I..."

Jungkook hangs his head. He doesn't know what to say. It would be cowardly to apologize to you - he has already. Many times, however, it felt wrong. He knew what he did was wrong and to apologize to you once more would be like a slap in the face. You didn't want to hear it - he was sure of it. 

"You're not like him." Jungkook hears your low voice through his ears. You curse at yourself for doing this - you owe Jungkook nothing, not even your kindness. But what you heard of Jungkook's father, you knew well enough that his son was nothing like him, no matter what he's put you through. "Jin-Seon...I know he'll be happy to have you as a father."

Jungkook widens his eyes at your words. You aren't looking at him but he appreciates your words. He doesn't deserve them - not after all he's put you through. He steps even closer to you, hands shaking. "Can I hug you?" he mumbles. "It's okay if you-"

"Okay." you nod in agreement. You feel his arms wrap around you and it brings back a flood of memories with just his scent alone. You gulp and exhale.

Jungkook holds you close to himself   - tight but not enough to make you uncomfortable. He wasn't one to do this - to show such vulnerability. He was tired of being the man he was since you've been gone - the things he's done to people, especially the women at the Brothel. He felt unlike himself, hating the world for something he's done. You would've never left if he could just say no to whatever bullshit tradition that didn't mean anything. He could've had the chance to see you grow pregnant with his child, to take pictures with you and deal with whatever cravings you had. You and him would be a family - the one he never had when he was a child.

"You never told me you could paint." you cross your arms. Your eyes catch the painting he has with Soo-ah and Hyejin. Both girls are painting rainbows while Jungkook had painted a museum worthy piece - a waterfall surrounded by an array of trees and a stream. 

"You never asked." Jungkook snorts, glancing your way. 

"Well...it's not like people in your line of work do this." you defend, eyes admiring the painting. The amount of detail you catch was amazing - so amazing that you were sure that this could be a profession Jungkook could work in. 

"Is that so?" Jungkook furrows a brow. "Namjoon-hyung also paints - as a hobby. He also writes books."

Namjoon was an intelligent man, you didn't doubt that. If these men were normal people - and not apart of whatever Mafia like gang, you wouldn't doubt for a second that Namjoon was a writer and Jungkook an artist. 

"Never judge a book by its cover." you shrug. 

You leave it alone - Jungkook was allowed to be talented. He was more ways than one - not only in sex.

Speaking of sex with Jungkook, as you woke this morning you felt the aftermath of the night prior. It hit you like a train, but you couldn't bring yourself to regret it. Sex with Jungkook was always wonderful - and each time you woke up just like this.

What you weren't expecting was the words Jungkook spoke to you. Sure, he was a natural dirty talker and got off on speaking such dirty, praising and sometimes degrading words to you. His words last night got to you, so much so that you begged him to cum inside of you. It embarrasses you each time you think of it, but did you really regret it? The sex was good and consensual. You asked him to and he delivered - you couldn't say you felt indifferent about it.

You grab a quick breakfast - some juice and a bagel. You weren't hungry at the moment and haven't been since you arrived in Greece. Making your way into the back of the beach out, you stroll your way towards the Gazebo that sat a few feet from the pool. You sit and admire the scenery - the mountains are miles away but seem so close. The trees surrounded them are moving around in the  wind and you wish you brought your phone to take a picture of it. 

"Hello."

Your head snaps to the voice - an unfamiliar one. You straighten your back at the woman. She offers you a smile as she seats herself across from you. She's an older woman with a few wrinkles around her eyes, but you cannot say just what her age was. Her hair was cut into a short bob - jet black with a few strands tucked behind her ear. 

"You're Y/N." she states and you nod, bowing to her. There was something about this woman that was familiar to you, yet you're unsure how. "I'm Lee Young-Hee."

"Y/L Y/N." you smile, nodding your head respectfully. You take a sip of your drink. "Do you know my fiance?"

Young-Hee nods her head. "I know my son well."

You widen your eyes in horror. Quickly, you bow, apologizing to her. You're unsure how to now face her - how could you not know what his mother looked like. Yet, you blamed Jungkook. He spoke fondly of her always - yet pictures of her weren't around his home and you never thought about questioning when you'd meet her. 

"My son spoke of you often. I was wondering when he'd allow me to meet you." Young-Hee scans your appearance, checking for anything she could on your skin that stood out. "I got the invitation to your wedding just yesterday. Got on the next flight here."

You're confused. Jungkook was the one that set the date - and everything else. Why would he purposely leave his mother out of the wedding?

"I'm just as confused." you admit. 

You notice the way she looks at you, as if she's trying to find something. 

"Are you with my son against your will?"

You stiffen. You look into her eyes for any sign of her joking - but she wasn't. Her eyes were serious and at your lack of response, she placed a hand on yours. "You can tell me." she nods her head. 

"I-I don't understand." you laugh humorlessly. It was an attempt to lighten the mood, but your laugh was so dry that no one would believe it. "Where is this-"

"His father was a terrible man." Young-hee shakes her head. "I wished I would've left when I had the chance. Before I got pregnant with my eldest son. It was too late for me then." she stares into your eyes and you see it. The glint of truth - what Jungkook was telling you of his father rang far true, more than any of you knew. "It's not too late for you to leave if he's forcing you to be with him."

You can't bring yourself to respond. It was too late for her to leave - did that mean it was too late for Eun-Young? She had a baby and by the looks of it, she didn't want you to go through what she's gone through - her words exactly. You haven't noticed any bruises on her - even while she was in Greece. However, the way she acted around Jung-hyun was concerning - she always had her head and eyes down and remained behind him, rarely side by side. 

"Eomma!" Jungkook calls. You snap your head towards his voice to see him running towards the two of you. "When did you arrive?"

Young-hee sighs and turns towards her son. She rises from her seat and wraps him in a hug. "Just a few moments ago. I could have arrived when everyone else did if I was properly invited."

There's venom behind his mothers words and Jungkook could only chuckle nervously. He glances behind her to you. You were already watching him. There was no telling how long his mother was with you and what she told - or asked. 

"It happened so fast, eomma." 

"Don't lie to me, Jungkook." Young-hee pats his shoulders and lets go of him. "Lying doesn't suit the man I raised."

"Yes, eomma." Jungkook responds quietly. "Eomma, this is Y/N. My fiance." Jungkook reaches his hand out for you to grab. You do and stand, entangling your fingers together. "I've meant to have you meet her but..."

Jungkook turns his head to you and you smile. You place a kiss on his nose - it catches him off guard only for a second. 

"We couldn't wait to be married." you tell her, a smile on your lips. 

You had no desire to be caught by his mother. You're unsure what mother she was truly. You've seen mothers who were far too emotionally invested with their sons and didn't like any woman (or man) they brought home. There were mothers who were disconnected from their children that they didn't have a car in the world who they associaed with.

But with her concern if you were being with him against your will, you note, was maybe her way of preventing history from repeating itself. She couldn't save Eun-Young - she had a child to worry about - but there was a chance she could save you if needed be. 

But you couldn't allow her to. You weren't caring for just you - but for your family. There was no telling of what abuse - if any curenntly - Eun-Young was allowing. Yet, you can't say Jungkook was as abusive. Controlling at times? Yes. You were chipped like a dog - but so was he. He funded your lifestyle and willingly funded your families - you know those dance classes for Soo-ah were not cheap, neither was rehab for Hyun-woo. 

But Jungkook was kind when you were. He didn't force himself onto you and you iniciated almost every sexual act since the beginning of being active. He doesn't act the way Jung-hyun does - you can stand side by side with him and he'll be just as comfortable. There were many times in which he could've taken your freedom away and left you with nothing - but he hasn't. Even when you slapped him in front of his brother - a sign of ultimate disrespect -  the worse he's done was keep you close to him.

And chip you - yet with a little more reassurance, you were positive he'd remove the chip if he could trust you. 

"Well then," Young-hee shrugs. "allow me to have some girl time with my daughter-in-law. You've kept her hidden long enough."

Jungkook squeezes your hand gently and nods at his mother. He gives you a kiss on the cheek before departing. 

Young-hee gives you another scan. It wasn't though she couldn't trust her sons - she loved both of them dearly! Yet, they were also shared genes with their father and though he has been deceased for many years, they may share the same views. She's tried for years to steer her sons away from the "traditions" their father were forcing into their heads. Jung-hyun was more traiditional, less harsh than their father, yet Eun-Young was visible traumatized.

Jungkook always took after her. Quiet, mellow and reserved. He was sensitive and didn't enjoy seeing anyone be hurt. He was a man now and she understood that her son being in the business that was Bangtan alone meant that he was far from innocent - but he was a good person when needed be. 

"How did you and my son meet?"

You lick your lips. "An auction."

"Oh?" Young-hee furrows a brow. "What were you selling?"

'My virginity.' you thought with a bitter laugh. "Nothing." you giggle. "I was just...browsing. That's how we met."

Young-hee nods, but isn't convinced. 

"How well do you know my son?"

"I know what he does." you assure her. Your eyes catch Jungkook from inside the beach house, head peaking out the window. "I, um, don't come from this world but...I'm willing to be a part of it for him."

"I was like you once." Young-hee takes both of your hands in hers. She gives you a weak smile, a reassuring one. "I thought I could tame the monster that was his father..."

"J-Junglook's not a monster."

"I know he isn't. He's a good man..." Young-hee rubs her thumbs over your hands. "Yet, trauma lies deeply within him."

You understood this - Jungkook has informed you of such trauma. His behavior for keeping you against your will wasn't excused - yet now you could say you were far from against your will.

"Since you know what he does as a livelihood...what do you think of Bangtan's traditions?"

You shake your head with a sigh. "I-I don't agree." you respond. "Jungkook doesn't either and we have no intention of going along with it."

Young-hee is surprised - the wide eyes tell you this. "Is that so?" she murmurs. "But, it's been in Bangtan for generations. His brothers all went through with it. Are you telling me he will be the first to go against it?"

"I think he should've been allowed to decide when he wished to lose his virginity. And by whom." you disagree. You'd never agree to anyone being forced to lose something sacred to them at another persons liking. 

Young-hee's face falls and she drops your hands. For a moment her mind tells her that Jungkook was different - the exception. But, he was not. And you know nothing of what she was speaking of. 

"He has not told you about the consummation tradition." 

"Excuse me?"

Young-hee looks into your eyes - she pities you. How long was her son going to put this off before telling you. Was he ever?

"A better term is a bedding ceremony. Bangtan is all about..." Young-hee scoffs. "...expanding their family. It's a tradition that's gone on for decades. It's how all the marriages in Bangtan had went along and Jungkook would be no exception."

You feel your throat tighten. A Bedding ceremony...

What you knew of such act was allowing people to watch you consummate your wedding with Jungkook.

You feel your stomach rumble and you felt sick. 

"E-Excuse me." you bow your head. You needed to get out of here immediately. 

"Shit." you hiss, scrambling to grab your phone. It had rang, you forgetting to put it on silence before putting Jin-Seon to bed. "Where is it?"

Jin-Seon begins to wail, sitting up and rubbing his eyes, upset that his precious sleep was interrupted by the loud blaring of the phone. You mentally curse yourself as you searched for your phone.

"Is Jin-Seon alright?" Jungkook enters his sons room, already by his sons side. The boy - now 1 - reaches out for him, whimpers 'appa' and Jungkook takes him in his arms.

"I thought you were in a meeting." you groan, still looking for your blaring phone.

"I heard Jin-Seon crying." Jungkook grabs his son. "Eomma forgot to turn off her phone." he pretends to cry with his son. He rocks him back and forth as you continue to search for your phone. Jin-Seon was getting heavy but his son enjoyed nothing more than being held by his father.

"Got it." you huff. You grab the phone and answer it, bringing it to your ear without knowing who it was calling you.

Jungkook sways with his son as he eyes you. Since you returned a year prior, you had many calls from your siblings, all wishing to see Jin-Seon after realizing you were back home and with a baby. You had apologized for being gone for so long, claiming to be depressed and needed to get away. Yes, they had all collectively screamed at you - but they were also concerned about your well-being and safety. It was a cover up when Jungkook claimed to "find you a few weeks later and send you away for treatment".

"Hyun-woo?"

Jungkook stops swaying with his son. Jin-Seon now had his head on his shoulder, arms wrapped around his neck. His eyes narrow at you as you laugh as you speak to your brother. He can't hear what he's saying, but he knows well enough that by the way you're talking it only meant that Hyun-woo was doing great in his recovery.

Jungkook hadn't kept up with Hyun-woo during rehab even if he was paying for it. He had no desire to. Nor did he have a desire to have Hyun-woo in his sons life and back in yours. You were doing better - much better - and having Hyun-woo enter and disturbing it weighs heavy on his mind.

"Yes. You can come see me when you come tomorrow!" you turn around to smile at Jungkook who does the same in return - though a fake one. "I also have someone you should meet..."

Jungkook places Jin-Seon back into his bed and crosses his arm, tongue in cheek. You continue speaking with him for the next few minutes before bidding your goodbye. You turn to him with a wide smile that makes his heart swell. You hadn't had a smile that wide and excited on your lips in so long - he longs to see it as much as possible.

"Hyun-woo is being released from rehab. He's better now and..." you step closer to Jungkook and wrap him in a hug, head pressed against his chest. "...thank you for paying for his treatment."

"You...you don't have to thank me." Jungkook murmurs. "You know I love you."

You remove yourself from Jungkook's chest and smile nervously. "Can he...come here? And visit?"

No - Jungkook doesn't want that addict around his son or you. But, you were slowly growing closer to him again and he wanted to do anything for you to be able to trust him. Hyun-woo would do nothing but cause harm to you growing closer to him but he'd never let that happen.

"Okay." Jungkook hesitantly agrees. "I need to be here for that to happen."

You nod your head vigiruosly. "I promise he won't steal anything." you assure. Jungkook didn't care about what the man stole, he had more than enough money to replace them.

"I don't care about that. I just want to make sure you and Jin-Seon are safe." Jungkook places his hands on your shoulders. "You and our son are my top priority."

You take a deep breath. You lick your lips.

The last year for you and Jungkook was hard. You and him agreed to therapy. There was no leaving anymore - not when Jungkook knew about Jin-Seon. He agreed to see a therapist that specializes in couple and familiar drama. Every day you and Jungkook went and talked about anything.

You learned of Jungkook's past - the therapist seemingly numb of learning Jungkook had murdered his father to protect his mother. You learned more about Jungkook in therapy than you've ever thought you'd learn just being by his side. Slowly, you can feel yourself warming up to him. What Jungkook has done to you done a number on you - yes, however, witnessing the way Jungkook put everything aside whenever Jin-Seon called him warms your heart. Jin-Seon is only 1 and can only say a handful of words, sadly Eomma isn't one of it.

"I can't wait to see him again." you admit. "He sounded...better. Like himself. Like the man I knew growing up."

Jungkook nods but he can't bring himself to appear happy. One thing for certain, Hyun-woo coming back couldn't ruin his family. He would never allow it.

"Please don't do this Jungkook." you pleaded, the tears streaming down your face at a rapid pace. 

The day had finally come - and to say you were less than pleased was an understatement. That night you had screamed at Jungkook for not telling you. You were embarrassed having to learn of such a tradition from his mother - and then it made sense. She was warning you for far more than abuse when it came to Jungkook and Bangtan in a whole. It made sense why he rushed to your side when noticing her speak to you. 

Jungkook had pleaded with you to not be upset or angry with him - that was a laughing matter. Was he going to tell you? Or was he going to allow you to find out when everyone crowded into the room to watch the two of you?

"They won't be in the room." he assures, yet that was worse. The fact that they watched you without you being able to see them didn't make it any less humiliating. How could you face these people after they witness you get fucked?

You didn't speak with him - no matter how much he tried. Days passed and the wedding came. It was a hectic day - and it was evident you weren't happy. Before meeting Jungkook's mother, you were actually expecting your wedding day. Now, it makes you bitter. You got your hair and makeup done without a word and your sisters attempted to cheer you up - but they were unsuccessful. 

Jungkook was a bucket of nerves. He often checked up to make sure you were even still where you needed to be - you were. You hadn't tried to escape but he couldn't think of anything else. He cursed his mother for telling you about the tradition - but it wasn't her fault. He should have told you about it, but the possibility of you running away and him ruining what the two of you shared weighed heavy on him. 

Jungkook knows he ruined what the two of you had regardless.

Jungkook smiled when he saw you in your dress for the first time in a month. Your hair was tied in an updo with loose curls lining your face. Your makeup enhances your beauty and he's in awe. He smiles as you walk towards him - but the smile on your lips is for show and he catches onto this. Still, he couldn't help but have his heart beat when you reach his side. "You're so beautiful." he murmured to you, yet you remain silent.

The wedding goes by in a blur and the party that ensures after is chaotic. Jin cried while giving his own speech in claiming that he saw Jungkook grow up. Yoongi even sheds a single tear before mumbling about being drunk and not emotionally invested in his dongsaeng. 

It didn't take long for your siblings to get drunk - but it was alright to you. At least they were content and thriving - something you couldn't say for yourself. You took a few shots yourself and lingered around. You wished you could go with the children when they were brought back to the beach house after partying too hard on sparkling juice. But, you had to stay with Jungkook and be fucked in front of the other members of Bangtan.

You couldn't understand the reason - it was a different time. You'd already willingly had sex with him. Why did these men need to watch you have sex with your husband to ensure you'd been imgregnated?

"It'll be okay, baby." Jungkook tells you, shushing you quietly. "What did I promise you before?"

You lick your lips. You can feel the eyes on you and your mind is wandering. Were they interested in what they were seeing? Were they laughing? Did they think you were being overly dramatic?

"I'll never let anything happen to you." Jungkook murmurs. He pushes you onto the bed, holding your face in his hands. "I'll protect you until the day I die. You have to trust me."

The room itself was bland but bright. You can see the camera in the corner ceiling of the room but try to ignore it. Your seated on the bed, the only furniture in the room. 

"You trust me, don't you?" Jungkook wipes the tears from the corner of your eyes. He leans down to kiss your forehead. 

You're unsure, but nod your head. 

"Good girl."

You glance at the camera when you feel Jungkook's hand sneak its way between your legs, pushing up the night gown. He rubs your clit. When he leans down and press a kiss on your cheek, your hand swings at him.

Jungkook feels your fist connect to his cheek and huffs. He glares at you, ears red. "Y/N." he hisses out a warning. "It'll be easier if you just-"

"Don't do this." you whimper, clenching your fists. 

"Y/N." Jungkook hisses. He grasps your chin with his hand and yanks you to face him. He leans down and hisses, "I will never hurt you. I love you."

"If you'd love me you wouldn't-" You feel Jungkook pushes you down. He gets atop of the bed and hovers above you. 

"You have to trust me, baby." Jungkook loses the anger in his voice. He didn't want to scare you - he loved you. He didn't want to put you through this yet he had to - it was a tradition. "The faster you cooperate the faster we can be done, okay, baby? Then we can go home."

You feel his hand once more between your legs. 

"Okay." you nod in defeat. "I...do this...we can go home." you repeat - more to yourself. It was to coach yourself into being comfortable.

You turn around on the bed, allowing him to remove the underwear you wore and lift the nightgown. You feel the tip of his cock twirl around your clit until you're wet enough.

Jungkook enters you and your fingers clench the bedsheets. Your head lays on the bed. You're unaware that you're crying until you feel it on your cheeks. You can feel Jungkook's thrust quicken but all you can do is look up at the camera facing you in the corner of the room. 

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Buyers Beware: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Pairing: OT7 x reader

Summary: AU where whatever you write on your skin shows up on your soulmate’s too. Except when all seven members of BTS happen to be your soulmate… well, that presents a small challenge. Legally speaking.

Tags: Soulmate AU, fluff, comedy, possessiveness, polyamory, fluff, domestic bliss, slow burn, chaotic bts, chaotically whipped bts, moderately paced self-indulgent brainrot

🔞 House of Serpents: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Pairing: OT7 x reader

Summary: Straight-A student by day, Kim Namjoon’s personal toy by night, you didn’t live a terrible life. At least not until you met his six equally depraved “friends.”

Tags: Mafia AU, PWP with some plot, shameless smut, sugar daddy, possessive behavior, power imbalance, dub con, oral, overstimulation, moral bankruptcy, 5-way betrayal, yandere jimin, yandere jungkook, morally ambiguous characters

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No Relation to Morals: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Pairing: OT7 x reader

Summary: You are a genius, a billionaire, a morally flexible business magnate And by absolutely no fault of your own, also roommates with a demon. A few demon(s).

Tags: Demon AU, Soulmate AU, eventual smut, fluff, domestic bliss, polyamory, slow burn (demonically), overprotective BTS, chaotically whipped BTS, demonically petty BTS

Bang & Burn: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Pairing: OT7 x reader

Summary: After a few unfortunate run-ins with your bike, elite espionage agency BTS decides to flag you as "capture or kill". Or fuck. Or marry. (Terms and conditions will probably apply.)

Tags: Spy/assassins AU, slow burn, eventual smut, annoying namjoon into apoplexy, chaotically armed BTS, intense pettiness, friends to enemies to lovers, morally ambiguous character, chaotically whipped bts, polyamory

Day in the Life: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7

Pairing: Hyung line x reader

Summary: You have seven kids. Four husbands and three toddlers. So yeah, seven kids.

Tags: family AU, domestic fluff, EXTREME domestic bliss, seokjin is in a constant state of stress and overwhelming fondness, polyamory, protectiveness, established relationship, crack, slow burn

✨✨ One-Shots:

🔞 Combative [Assassins AU, Jungkook]: Fuck Jungkook or die. That’s it. That’s the story. #sex pollen #fuck or die #enemies to enemies

🔞 Captive [Corporate AU, Namjoon]: You’ve got your shit together. Smart, sharp, god complex. And then Managing Director Kim Namjoon decides to take you down a couple pegs. #namjoon has a humongous dick #AU where namjoon has a driver’s license. → discussion

🔞 Entrapment [College AU, Jungkook]: Jeon Jungkook doesn’t seem like the sharpest tool in the shed, but that doesn’t preclude him from having plenty to teach you. #strangers to enemies #jungkook has a horse cock

🔞 Perverse [Soulmate AU, Namjoon]: You can hear Billboard Singer Kim Namjoon's thoughts. This is something of a problem. Especially as most of them are about your ass. #overstimulation #edging #orgasm control #literally

🔞 Tightrope [Mafia AU, Rap line]: You run logistics for three of Korea's biggest crime lords. Sometimes, this translates into the three of them domming the absolute shit out of you. #is rapline trying to kill you or woo you #read to find out #brat taming

🔞 Obliged [Royalty AU, Maknae line]: Three emperors are in need of a prince. Sadly, you're the last woman alive. #breeding kink #maknae line plays 4D chess

🔞 Possess [Magic AU, Seokjin]: As a prank, upperclassman Kim Seokjin tries to spike your drink with an aphrodisiac. To retaliate, you spike his with a truth serum. Tired of all the squabbling, Professor Min switches your drinks. #enemies to lovers #just kidding it’s enemies to enemies #sex pollen

🔞 Entanglement [ABO, OT7]: Don't go into the forest, they said. Don't feed the wolves, they said. Definitely not during mating season, they said. (OT7) #stuck in the wall #gang bang #marathon sex #obviously #somnophilia

🔞 Wicked [Pornstar AU, Jungkook]: You think you can best the greediest fuckboy in the game? No, amateur. You can’t. #lovers to enemies #jungkook has a big dick #jungkook is a big dick

Hexed [Guardian Angel AU, Jimin]: As punishment for excessive tardiness, you’re sent to earth to babysit some singer or another. No one thought to mention said singer is the devil incarnate. #jimin is an ass #but sassy #demonically so #sex pollen

🔞 Duplicitous [Daechwita AU, Yoongi]: You must fuck two Yoongis to stay alive. One of them is an emperor. The other one is a jackass. #mean yoongi #yandere yoongi #sloppy seconds #competitive overstimulation #bondage

Entitled [Billionaire AU, Taehyung, Jimin]: Some shit-eating idiot stole your parking spot. As it happens, the shit-eating idiot happens to be the two wealthiest men in Korea. #competitive proposing #enemies to lovers #this is actually just fluff

✨✨ Half-baked Trash:

Professor Kim Namjoon

Puppy hybrid Jungkook

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Buyers Beware [1]

Pairing: OT7 x reader

Genre: Soulmate AU, fluff/comedy

Summary: AU where whatever you write on your skin shows up on your soulmate’s too. Except when all seven members of BTS happen to be your soulmate… well, that presents a small challenge. Legally speaking.

Tags: comedy, possessiveness, namjoon is trying is best, high EQ sassy jimin, polyamory, fluff, domestic bliss, slow burn, chaotic bts, chaotically whipped bts, soft dom yoongi, jin & taehyung are little shits, jungkook is a brat, why is hobi scary, moderately paced self-indulgent brainrot

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They kept showing up, the notes and squiggles, all over your arms and hands. Sometimes you woke up with “call noona” on your thigh. Other times more alarming things, like “Pay KSJ 5M or die,” appeared over your palm without warning.

For days, you’ve been watching the doodles come and go, increasingly convinced that they were manifestations of some sort of hex. Donghyuk hypothesized that you were a sleep-walking witch. Naeun argued that since you didn't sleep-walk, you were probably just a witch. Neither options were very appealing.

It took the universe a couple of days to unveil the answer.

“Next: a SNU research facility has proven that the supposedly random phenomenon of 'involuntary skin staining' is, in fact, limited between pairs of abnormally strong affinity. Those who have met their so-called ‘pen mates’ have been observed to enter romantic relationships almost instantly…”

“Oh,” You mumble, glancing from the dingy TV monitor hanging in the senior’s lounge and back to your hand, where a shy little “Hello :)” has introduced itself.

You blink.

This is weird.

At least it's not a hex.

You run your fingers over the word, debating the merits of engagement. Sure, there’s a non-negligible chance that your soulmate might turn out to be a sixty-two year old grandpa. But there's also a non-negligible chance that you'll finally meet the love of your life, probably an accomplished, organized, mature, high-functioning professional doctor or lawyer or architect, someone steady and normal like yourself.

You grab a pen and, inhaling sharply, write back, “Hey.”

The next word appears instantly, as if it had been waiting, neat and tidy and confident to hell and back. “Single?”

You squint, a bit suspicious. If this entire thing turns out to be some sort of elaborate hoax — not that your friends are above this level of stupidity —

“Yes,” you answer, with some determination. Then, because you really just need to know, “You?”

No response.

Nothing appears for the next hour.

Or the hour after that. Finally, when it’s 2AM and you’re beginning to pack up your mountain of textbooks, you catch your reflection on the glass window.

There is something under your collarbone. It’s a different sort of ink this time. Thick and bold, like someone took a whiteboard marker and went for it.

“Nice. Wanna meet?” has been crossed out and replaced with a sternly printed line of text, “Hi again. Our company needs to speak with you, ASAP.”

Nani the fuck.

You’re brushing your teeth the next morning when, as if on cue, “don’t answer but have a fun day, my soulmate!!” pops up on your left hand.

Moments later, another one appears inches below the first, “Hey. Remember to eat breakfast. Also please ignore this.”

“Hi again. No matter what, do not write on yourself today,” comes eventually, while you’re checking your emails.

You snort, derisive. This bullshit coming from the guy who demanded that you meet “our company” was pretty whack. One moment he's worried about your breakfast, the next he's acting like you owe him your life. How fucked in the head does he have to be to own this many types of pens anyways?

Obviously, you’re crushed that your only chance at love bombed like this. That said, at least you’d never have to meet him. With any luck, this “pen mate” phenomenon will die as mysteriously as it came, and you can each go on your merry ways, you and your crazy fucker of a soulmate.

“OK wait, listen. What if he’s the President of South Korea,” Naeun suggests, eyes glinting mischievously. Slouched behind the kitchen counter, she’s got her glasses perched low on the bridge of her nose, glowing blue with the backlight of her laptop. She’s been probably dying to share that thought, after you told her about the cryptic message last night. "Something's weird about that company reference," she had proposed, circling you like a vulture, "What if it's an entertainment company? What if, god forbid, it's Kang Dongwon?"

The TV’s on behind her, playing a live concert of that one boy group, whatever its name was—

“BTS” flashes across the screen in bold white letters.

“He could be a member of BTS and I wouldn’t give a flying shit,” you decide, gesticulating at the TV.

“Or would you?” Naeun counters, leaning closer with a twinkle in her eye. “There are tons of girls writing their names all over their bodies out there, hoping a Jungkook or Taehyung will get it. It’s trending on Twitter, you know.”

You groan, dumping lukewarm coffee into your mug. Half of it splashes out onto the counter, so you dab at it roughly with your hoodie sleeve. Naeun scrunches her nose at the sight, and you can only shrug in response. “And why would anyone wish for a celebrity fuckboy to be their soulmate?”

“Well let’s see,” She says, then pulls you closer. She grabs the pen off of her scratchpad and, with superhuman strength, presses you in place as she—

You scream, pawing at her, “WHAT ARE YOU—“

“A smiley,” Naeun announces, pleased with herself.

You’re just about to wrestle her off when she freezes. The pen rolls out of her hand. She drops you, too. Just lets you tumble right over her laptop like a sack of rocks.

“Holy fuck,” You swear, scrambling to hold yourself up, “What is your prob—“

“Wait,” She says, eyes wide open, jabbing at the TV with a shaky finger.

The blonde guy on the screen has suddenly sprouted an oddly shaped mole on his face.

Except it’s not a mole.

You dash to the bathroom, jaw snapping open in abject horror as you turn to face the mirror.

No, it’s not a mole.

It’s the half-complete smiley that Naeun drew.

An exact replica of yours.

You’re so beyond yourself you don’t even remember how to breathe.

“Oh my god,” she mutters, when you finally stumble back out in a dazed panic, “Oh my god, dude.”

“Dude?” You echo stupidly, the utter symbol of human intelligence.

“They all have it,” She whispers loudly, twisting you around and nearly shoving your face into the monitor. “(Y/N), do you understand me? They all have it.”

You blink, watching the camera pan over each face on stage like a life-and-death game of bingo.

No.

No.

“Why are you drawing on your face? Who's bullying you? Write X if you need help.”

“I was thinking about having six kids. Five boys and a girl. You?”

“Hey, what's your Starbucks order? Where do you live? Can I get your number?”

“Hi again. Sorry, did you not get the message about not writing anywhere today?”

There are long lines of comments and demands scribbled over your arm, which you quickly hide under the sleeve of your hoodie.

It hasn't been an hour after the live, but a single google search for “BTS soulmate” already yields a good half million results. Thousands of image caps of Naeun’s intercepted work of art are smeared festively over the internet. Your exam is in ten minutes. And you have a new thing on your hand that says, rather threateningly, “Our lawyer wants to talk about options.”

You swallow thickly and stuff your hand in your pocket as the professor hands you the exam paper, one eyebrow arched in concern. “You OK, (Y/N)? Looking a little pale today.”

You wipe at the sweat on your forehead and make your best attempt at a friendly nod. Which is apparently enough to send him on his way.

When you pull your hand out of your pocket, the text has changed to, “Will you tell us your name?”

So you take your pen and write, carefully, as if you'd be sued for anything subpar, "(Y/N)".

“I’m Jimin,” quickly appears.

Which is almost instantaneously overwritten by “Taehyung,” and then replaced with “Did you have a good day? From JungkSEOKJIN.”

After a pause, that neat “our company” handwriting resurfaces: “Hi again. I’m RM. I'm sure you're busy, and I'm not sure if you've seen the news. Will you take some time to meet with us, please? No lawyers.”

“Don't be scared,” says another line under that, with an emphatic, “:)”

practice | jjk

→pairing: fuckboy!jk x inexperienced reader

→rating/genre: m/18+ | college au, fwb, smut

→word count: 8.1k

→warnings: mentions of bad sexual experiences, nickname you guys might find cringey (sorry babes), praise, a little degradation, a little manhandling, oral sex (f recieving), fingering, squirting, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, forced orgasm, very brief mentions of anal play, brief mentions of sex toys and masturbation, spitting, titty sucking, protected sex (hes a hoe but not a dummy), jk is kinda a himbo (scratch that last side note), jk running through twice members lmao sorry girlies, pining, maybe unrequited love, maybe not, ill let u decide, oc is in denial in the beginning, oc has that lemon water coochie!!, daddy kink + daddy kink slander (not seriously!), slight corruption kink

→summary: You usually spend Friday nights on your own. Tonight, however, your friend and campus fuckboy, Jungkook, decides to pay you a visit.

→notes: hi friends!! i’m back with my second fic!! i posted this last night but miss ting had a bad case of the typos rip </3. so I had it beta'd by my bby @kookstempo pls go give her love >:((( ! i found the smut a little easier to write this time. still not that good lol but not as mentally taxing! oc is totally definitely not a little bit of a projection of me haha thisficwassexuallycathartictowrite i hope you guys like it! i would love to know your thoughts! also would be v cool if you checked out my masterlist. love u bye!!

→series: | pt. 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3 |

It’s 10 p.m. on a Friday. 

The night of the week that lures college students out of their suffocating dorm rooms with the promise of parties and alcohol. After days of classes, hours of studying, and minutes of sleep, most people your age spend their weekends unwinding, hopping from frat house to frat house.

One of the many perks of living on campus is the social life. Being surrounded by young adults is exciting. It also means that everyone is horny. Ravenously so. Seriously. Anything with a hole or phallic-shaped appendage is a prime candidate for getting fucked. 

Anything and everyone, except you. 

It wasn’t that you couldn’t get fucked, per se. Although abundant, your options were limited. Given the environment, it was difficult to find a guy you actually felt comfortable with. He didn’t have to be in love with you, but he did have to respect you if he wanted to get anywhere near your sugar walls. With that being said, it was slim pickings.

You coped well, for the most part. But it was hard to shake the lonely feelings that bubbled in your chest from time to time. And the feral ones. Nothing a quick rub from your petite, manicured fingers couldn’t satisfy, you suppose…

Besides, all men do is disappoint you. The only two sexual partners you’ve had thus far were subpar, to say the least. Greedy. Disgusting. Selfish. Not an ounce of concern for your pleasure. As embarrassing as it was to admit, you’ve never orgasmed from sex. Not even close. That left a sour, lemony taste in your mouth. Ever since then, your pussy was on hiatus, locked away in the highest room of the tallest tower, until a worthy knight came to save it from this tortuous dry spell. 

You sigh, peeling the honey-drenched sheet mask off your face and tossing it into the trash with vigor. You eye yourself in the mirror with a scowl. Fluffy, freshly plucked brows knit together as you examine your appearance. You’re wearing a cropped white tank top, nipples poking through the little animated cherubs printed on the front. The baby pink Sailor Moon pajama shorts on your thighs left little to the imagination. White kitty ears headband keeping those annoying baby hairs out of your face. 

You’re cute, right?

Atleast you tried to look cute.

Your roommate, Mina, was visiting family for the weekend, leaving you the dorm to yourself. Without your extraverted lifeline, you decided it was the perfect opportunity to stay in and pamper yourself. 

You’ve already waxed your body, head to toe, with that expensive sugaring wax Mina begged you not to get. ‘It was worth it,’ you thought to yourself when you had spread your peach-scented lotion on the smooth canvas of your legs after the shower.

You even gave yourself a facial. Extractions and all. Much cooler and more productive than partying and getting laid.

You take your headband off, ruffling your thick hair until it falls into place. You reach for your candy-flavored Laneige lip mask, spreading it across your plump pout with your middle finger. Another overpriced purchase.

You exit the bathroom, shuffling towards your twin-sized bed and then falling face first into the plush, ivory duvet. So comfy. It wasn’t even midnight and you were ready to hit the hay. 

You had planned to study a bit before knocking out, but the warm shower left you sleepy. Plus, the past week has been hell. Two papers and an impromptu quiz from your least favorite professor. You were a good student. A great one, even. But you were an overachiever to the core, and still found yourself stressing over assignments you knew you aced.

You let out a small yawn, squinting at the brightness around you. Along the wall beside your bed were vine garlands, embellished with little fairy lights and pink roses. They were such a pain in the ass to put up. It took you and Mina nearly three hours, and a mental breakdown on your behalf, to stick them against the drywall in the right position. High maintenance, but cute, nonetheless. Kinda like you. 

The lights dim as your mind turns hazy, eventually turning into a silent black as sleep clouds your vision. Sweet, blissful sleep. You were teetering into the REM phase when-

Knock. Knock.

The booming noise startles you awake, rattling the brittle wood of your cheaply built door. The wall hangings flutter in its wake. 

Maybe you were being dramatic. The knocks were actually soft and melodic. Almost cheerful as they followed the rhythm of a made-up song. But you were pissed. Even the most heavenly sound would ring demonic and evil in your ears at the moment. 

You shove yourself off of your bed with an exaggerated groan, stomping towards the door and yanking it open, fully prepared to yell at whoever was behind it.

Jeon Jungkook. 

His expression is blank, doe-eyes widening as he takes in your expression. Your body language radiates hostility and violence. The silver barbell glimmers as his thick, dark brows twitch in confusion. He blinks before opening his mouth. “Hey,” he utters hastily. 

Under different circumstances, you would be ecstatic.

“What the fuck are you doing here, Jungkook?” 

“Woah, someone’s cranky,” he laughs hesitantly. “I was bored. Figured you were, too. Mina is gone, right?”

“Are you drunk or something?”

“What- no,” his plump lips form a pout, the matching silver ring on the bottom corner shining as well. 

You sneer at him, pupils darting over his outfit. Oversized gray hoodie, white t-shirt peeking from the unzipped portion at the top. Gray sweatpants. Your gaze lingers on the tight pull of the material in the front. He doesn’t seem drunk, and he isn’t dressed in his usual party attire. 

“I just want to hang out with you. Why are you acting so sus?” 

You roll your eyes, doing everything in your power to exaggerate your irritation. “Why are you here?” 

“Oh, come on, Bambi. Don’t be like that.”

Bambi.

That stupid nickname. 

You and Jungkook had met at a party after you were peer pressured into a game of beer pong. The super boisterous, super attractive stranger ended up being your partner by default. 

"What do you mean you’ve never played before?" He questioned you, voice laced with devastation when he realized you were about to cost him his undefeated streak. 

Despite Jungkook’s best efforts, Mina and her boyfriend, Taehyung, mopped the floor with you. 

"You know what, I like you. You’re a little bitchy but-,” he slurred at the end of the night, helping you gather the discarded solo cups, "Also innocent. Kinda like a baby deer. What the fuck was that movie?"

You answered him curtly with a scowl. 

"Bambi! Right… I can’t wait to ruin you." He was so wasted that night he ended up vomiting off of the second-floor balcony and onto the class president’s Honda Civic. Not drunk enough to forget the awfully humiliating, yet adorable nickname he had bestowed you. 

“Give me one good reason why I should let you in.”

“I have pancakes,” he beams with pride, bunny teeth peeking out. He raises both arms, showing you the crinkled takeout bags in his hands. “Chocolate chip-”

“That’s disgusting,” you scoff. 

“And blueberry,” he retorts with a squint. “Please? I won’t be annoying, I promise.”

You let out a contemplative noise. It wasn’t what you had planned for the night, but you guess company wouldn’t hurt. Especially his company.

If only you could mute your evil brain. 

“I thought you had plans with whatsherface,” you question, stepping aside to let Jungkook enter your room. 

He kicks his slides off at the door, something you’ve drilled into his head with violent words and empty threats. You remember him texting the groupchat a screenshot of his calendar, tonight being marked ‘PUSSY APPOINTMENT’ with the woozy face emoji next to it. The same one that was inked on his middle finger; it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out why. Tonight was one of many slots in his month with the exact same title. That picture was deleted from your phone as soon as you received it. 

“Sana,” he corrects, face unimpressed like he expected you to keep a mental catalog of all his flavors of the week.

You did. Every time a new name was added to the roster, your heart sank. You would never admit it though. 

“I did, but I guess she has a boyfriend now or some shit?” He plops down onto the baby pink area rug beside your bed, immediately digging through the takeout bags. 

“How dare she?” You gasp sarcastically, taking the styrofoam container that he held up for you and sitting criss-cross on your bed.

“I know, right? That’s what I’m saying,” he laughs, opening a syrup packet and pouring it over his pancakes. 

You cringe, foreseeing a sticky, impossible to clean mess all over your floor. “Please don’t fuck up my rug, Jungkook.”

“I won’t,” he mumbles halfheartedly, bringing the pad of his thumb to his mouth. The tip of his tongue pokes out to kitten lick at the sugary liquid before wrapping his plump, pink lips around it.

He sucks gently and then pulls off with a tiny smooch. 

Wow. 

Are you really that far gone? There was no denying that Jungkook was attractive. But were you really that touch starved that you were drooling over every minuscule, minute movement he made? 

“Maybe she was sick of you stringing her along,” you comment, trying to cover up the fact that you were totally just gawking at him.

“Nah,” he murmurs through chubby cheeks, mouth full of pancake. “She knew it was just sex.”

“Did she though? What about Dahyun?”

“Well aware.”

“Jihyo?”

“Yep.”

“Nayeon?”

“Are you slut-shaming me?” He points his plastic fork at you, bringing the opposite hand to his chest in feigned offense. “Because I feel very attacked right now.”

You playfully nudge his shoulder with your thigh-high sock-clad foot, deciding to drop the subject. To be fair, he wasn’t wrong. Jungkook had a reputation on campus. Every girl who involved themselves with him knew what the outcome would be. He was very blunt about his desires and disinterests. Sex being the prior. Commitment being the latter.

But you suppose remaining detached was easier said than done. Something about him was… magnetic. He was bold, yet soft. Obnoxious, but endearing. A sweet talker for sure. And easily the freest person you’ve ever known. Add sex into the equation, and it must be nearly impossible not to fall in love with him…

Hm. That’s enough thinking for the night. 

You need background noise to keep intrusive thoughts at bay. He peeps an ‘I don’t care’ when you ask him what he wants to watch. You take it upon yourself. Sailor Moon it is.

The pancakes keep him preoccupied for a while. You glance down at him every now and then. His eyes sparkle as he watches the cartoon on your phone screen. There’s a little speck of chocolate on the corner of his mouth. His tongue makes an encore appearance, licking it away before fidgeting with his lip. How sinful. 

He starts getting squirmy about halfway through the episode. Antsy hands pull at the strings on the border of the carpet below him. Every now and then he draws a shape and erases it. One of the shapes is a penis, something you’d see on the back of a middle school textbook. 

He scoots with a sigh, pressing his spine against the edge of your bed, and then bending his head back. Fluffy dark strands tickle your legs as he peers up at you. “Can you play with my hair?”

“Why would I do that?” You huff, hot and bothered by the sudden contact.

“It helps me stay still. Please?”

“Oh, um- okay,” you oblige, gulping like you’ve dry swallowed a huge pill. You cautiously card your digits through his hair. It’s so soft and healthy. 

He purrs and closes his eyes. 

He's silent once again, enjoying your touch, even pushing into it a bit. Very cat-like.

That lasts for about three minutes. His inability to not speak every single thought that enters the void of his mind takes over.

‘I just realized they’re all named after planets.’

‘Wait, the moon isn’t a planet, is it?’

‘Why are they dressed so sexy to fight space monsters?’

“Jungkook, shut up!”

“But I’m bored,” he whines. “Is this really how you spend your Friday nights?”

“Excuse me, I’d like to see you take STEM classes for a week and then tell me how you feel,” you contend, leaning over to grab your phone off the nightstand. You don’t miss the way his gaze lingers on your nipples. It makes your palms clammy. “Sometimes, it’s nice to just chill.”

“You don’t masturbate?” He asks calmly as if he had just inquired about the weather. 

You give him an exasperated look.

“What? That’s how I destress,” he continues, shrugging nonchalantly. “Don’t you have a vibrator?”

“I- no! Why are you asking all these questions?” You shriek, absolutely mortified.

“What do you mean ‘no’?” He lifts his head off of your lap, craning his neck so you can see his appalled expression, your answer leaving him equally as mortified. “Damn, that’s wild,” he tuts in disapproval.

“I would rather not have to smuggle a sex toy into my dorm room, Jungkook,” you retort.

“You can borrow mine,” he smirks, turning his body to face you, obviously relishing in the reactions he’s pulling out of you. “It’s a Hitachi. It’s really strong too, like, most girls don’t even last five minutes.” 

“Why do you have- you know what, nevermind actually!” You clench your eyes shut, poking your fingers into your ears and shaking your head dramatically. Your reaction is mostly out of embarrassment and partly because the thought of him pleasing women who aren’t you hurts for whatever reason. “I’m done with this discussion!”

“Seriously?” He wheezes, thoroughly enjoying your tantrum. He wraps his long, nimble fingers around your wrists, pulling your hands away. Your skin burns under the touch. “I want to get to know you more.”

“Yeah, but you don’t need to know-,” you rip out of his grasp, flailing your hands around in circular motions, “-those things.”

“I’m just trying to make conversation,” he frowns. 

“About?”

“Anything.”

“Okay, um...” you look around the room nervously, searching for the right thing to say. “What’s your favorite color?”

“Black. What’s your favorite position?”

“Jungkook!”

“I think missionary is my favorite. Very underrated,” he says, tapping his chin like it’s an answer only an intellectual would’ve given. “The kind where her legs are pushed alllll the way back,” he emphasizes the ‘all’ by balling his hands into fists and lifting them up by his head, showing you exactly where he likes them. “You hit the g-spot perfectly that way.”

You level him with a scowl, crossing your arms over your chest. Unamusement written all over. 

“Why are you so mad?” He laughs. “What? You’re embarrassed to talk about sex?” 

A pause. 

“You’re not a virgin, are you?”

“Jungkook, no…” you sigh, rubbing your temples in frustration. “I’m just not like you, okay? I don’t like sex as much as you and everybody else on this fucking campus does!”

He hesitates for a moment as he processes your sudden outburst. The first time you’ve ever seen him rendered speechless. You can picture the cogs turning in that thick skull of his. 

He inhales sharply, eyebrows raising up to his hairline as if something clicked. His tongue pokes at the inside of his cheek, cute dimple peeping out from the pull. His head drops as he huffs out a laugh.

“What’s so funny, Jeon?”

“Ah, I see now.”

“See what?” You groan, bothered by his vagueness. 

“Here's what I think, Bambi,” he mumbles in a low tone, sitting up from his spot on the floor so his gaze is aligned with yours. His palms are on either of your crossed legs, fingers curling into your white blanket. Forcing you to make eye contact with him- his pupils are black, nothing like the soft brown you’re accustomed to. “You’re so uptight because you haven’t had sex in a while- good sex, at least.”

Your breath catches in your throat. You say nothing.

“The guys you fuck don’t know how to treat you, am I right? They can’t make you cum?”

Crickets.

Your lack of response tells him the answer.

When you do speak, your words come out shaky. “Well, what makes you any different?” 

He shuffles closer, knocking his forehead right against yours, invading your space. He’s so close that you feel claustrophobic. Your heart pounds in your chest.

“I always make the girl cum.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm,” he hums through curled lips as he nods, silver hoops swaying at the motion, nose brushing against yours. “More than once.”

His dilated pupils scan over your body, pausing at your chest for a moment, and then continuing their descent. A hand slides up your bare thigh, the warm touch leaving goosebumps in its wake. He grabs the hem of your shorts between his index and middle fingers, tugging gently. “These are cute.” He licks his lips, making them pink and glossy, like he’s ready to eat you. “I’d like them better somewhere else though.”

“Jungkook…”

And then he's kissing you. 

It’s soft, like he’s afraid to scare you away by putting too much pressure into it. Little does he know you’ve been thinking about this for a while.

All your protesting and fighting up until this point was futile. Your hands unconsciously make their way to his cheeks. You swear you feel him smirking. It’s like he can read your mind, knowing exactly how bad you’ve wanted this.

He prods his tongue against your bottom lip, urging you to let him in. You do. He wraps an arm around your waist and guides you down, hovering over you.

“You taste like candy,” he whispers against your lips, hot and needy. Take that, Mina. A sneaky hand cups you through your shorts, right where he knows your clit is. The thin material does nothing to conceal how wet you are. “Do you taste like candy here too? Can I try?”

You’re anxious, but you can’t stop. Not when he’s so enticing. Not when the rumors of his sexual prowess are swimming around in your mind. Jungkook could ask anything of you and you’d gladly obey. You give him a small nod. 

“Don’t be nervous,” he teases through an airy laugh, breath fanning across your face. It smells like chocolate and syrup. He turns his head and presses a gentle kiss on your fingertips. You swoon.

Hooking his thumbs into the sides of your shorts, he pulls them below your butt. He dips his head down, biting into the side of your thigh. A predator sinking its teeth into its prey. Not hard enough to hurt. It’s just enough to rip a whine from you. “Fuck,” he grumbles, pulling your shorts completely off. “You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this.”

He’s been wanting this, too?

“Let’s leave these on though,” he sighs, speaking in reference to your socks. It was something you knew he found sexy, overhearing a graphic conversation with Taehyung about kinks and other filthy things. That may or may not have been the motivation behind your purchase.

You cringe. Being naked in front of someone for the first time in a long time was nerve-wracking. 

“No panties?” Jungkook asks, looking at you quizzically. “Dressed so skimpy, Bambi. All for me?”

“I didn’t know you were gonna show up...”

“Oh shit, you’re right,” he chuckles, caressing your legs with his large thumbs. You appreciate the gesture. 

Cool air brushes against your exposed core when he parts your thighs. His gaze locks onto your dripping center. You whine and cross your arms over your face. Maybe if you squeeze hard enough you’ll revert back into yourself and escape this dreadfully vulnerable feeling.

“I’m sorry, it’s just…” he starts, words dying out because his attention is elsewhere. Jungkook has seen a lot of pussy throughout his life, but yours has got to be the, “prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen. So fucking wet.” He settles back onto his knees, hooking his limbs around your thighs and pulling you to the edge of the bed. 

Jungkook watches in awe as he spreads your lips open with his thumb and index fingers, stealing a peek at your shiny center. He takes a long, languid lick from your pussy to your clit. He moans when the wet muscle dips between your folds, eyes scrunching as his feature contorts into a scowl. You recognize that face. That angry face he makes when he tastes something he finds incredibly yummy. It’s the same one he made when he ate his pancakes. 

Have you really studied him so much that you’ve picked up on his subtle habits? Nevertheless, the fact that he actually seemed to be enjoying going down on you was jarring. You’ve never experienced this before. It felt so fucking good. You were already close and he has barely touched you. You let out a whimper.

“Mm, you’re so responsive,” he notes, absolutely loving the little sounds you’re peeping. Much different than the blaring moans and screams he is used to. Despite the ego boost they give him, your shy whimpers are a welcomed change. Each one makes his cock twitch, forcing him to bring a hand down, palming himself through his sweats. “When’s the last time someone ate you out?”

“Never…”

“I don’t see why not,” he coos sympathetically, shaking his head in disapproval. He gives you another lick, tongue pressed flat against you. “You taste like lemonade, so sweet.” 

That had you absolutely drenched.

You move up onto your elbows, watching as he throws your legs over his broad shoulders. He licks the pad of his thumb, this time actually sinful. He presses it right to your bud, rubbing it before pulling the sensitive skin taut, lifting the hood and exposing your clit. 

He tuts his tongue, whispering something so quietly you barely catch it, only making out a breathy iteration of the word ‘tiny’. Heavy eyes flicker up to yours as he places two soft pecks on it, then blows delicately.

“Jungkook, please…”

“Sorry,” he chuckles, “I won’t tease-,” sentiment interrupted with an open-mouthed kiss, “I know how bad you must want it.” 

He circles the tip of his tongue on your clit before suctioning his lips around it. You gnaw onto your lower lip, face twisting up in pleasure.

This is easily a far better form of self care than what you had planned. 

It’s obvious that this is something Jungkook does a lot. He is a photography major, and has never struck you as someone who is incredibly bright, but the way he touched is strategic. He has spent the better part of the past decade perfecting his craft, studying the way women move their bodies when he applies a certain amount of pressure. The beautiful noises they make when he stimulates them in certain spots. He has the exact equation to make you fall apart.

There is a pattern to it. He latches onto your swollen nub, cheeks hollowing with a few harsh sucks, before licking over it, letting his tongue dip into your entrance. You can’t help the subtle thrusts into his mouth with every glide of his tongue. The consistency had your stomach doing somersaults.

He sinks further down, lapping at your folds, never straying too far from your clit, burying himself so deep into your pussy that the tip of his nose nudges against it. A big palm slides up your torso, reaching under your tank top to grab at your chest, thumb flicking over your hardened nipple.

“Jung- fuck!” You croak, high-pitched and desperate. “I’m close.”

You expect him to pull away. He, instead, acknowledges you with an ‘mhm’, nuzzling even further into your cunt. 

You can’t help the instinctual, or more so learned, shame bubbling in your stomach. Your hips jerk away. Legs close tight around his head, attempting to save him from the brunt of your orgasm. He simply pries them back open, nails digging into your inner thigh. You grasp onto his hair, tugging it back as you curse under your breath.

He doesn’t like that.

He pops off of your clit with a sharp, annoyed growl. “Can you stop?” The stern edge in his voice makes you flinch, releasing your grip immediately. “You don’t have to control every situation. Just relax.” 

“I’m sorry,” you squeak.

His gaze softens immediately. He didn’t want you to apologize and he definitely didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. “You can touch me, Bambi,” he grabs hands and places them back on his head, encouraging them to tangle in his tresses once again. “Keep me here, though. Wanna make you cum in my mouth.”

It’s strange, being pampered during sex. Taken care of. 

You peer down at him. His mouth and cheeks are dewy, covered in your arousal. Even the tip of his nose is wet. He’s not uncomfortable in the slightest. 

You push him down, giving him the green light to continue. The descent is quick. Starting in your stomach before it shoots through the rest of your body. You throw your head back, teeth digging into your lip as you desperately try to stifle the lewd moans threatening to escape.

Jungkook guides you through it, slowing down towards the tail end of your orgasm. He pulls away with a satisfied hum, standing up from his spot on the floor. “Taste?” He asks, squishing your cheeks with his big hand. His tongue licks right against yours when you stick it out, lips closing into a sloppy kiss. “Good, right?”

You don’t really taste anything, but you nod anyway. Maybe a slight hint of citrus. Or maybe you were delirious after the best orgasm of your life. The only partnered orgasm of your life.

His eyes are scrunched, but you can still see the stars in his dark pupils as he smiles down at you. You mirror him with the opposite expression, irises wide and blown out. He giggles, nuzzling into the side of your face and then nipping at your cheek. “You’re like a space girl,” your heart melts at the Sailor Moon reference. “So clueless. I wanna do everything to you. Teach you everything.”

“Like what?” 

“Have you ever squirted before?” 

You freeze. “No… I don’t think everyone can.”

“That’s not true. Everyone can squirt with a good partner and the right mindset,” he proclaims enthusiastically, shooting you a thumbs up. The tent in his pants on full display.

“Right mindset?” You giggle, raising a brow at him. 

“Yeah, it’s pretty intense.” He grabs a half-empty water bottle, your water bottle, off the nightstand, taking a big sip. “I can get you there,” he states, a droplet of water dripping down his chin. “You have to listen to me, though. You can continue your ‘girlboss’ bullshit after I’m done with you.”

You roll your eyes. If any other man said that to you, you would be livid. You would literally rain hellfire upon them. But it’s Jungkook. You know he’s joking, and the soft spot you have for him prevents you from ripping him a new one. 

He smiles when you agree, pecking your cheek before unzipping his hoodie and shrugging it off his shoulders. You watch his muscles work. Toned, firm biceps exposed for your viewing pleasures. He recently recolored the tattoos on his right arm. 

You remember him venting about his parents’ disapproval of them, and his major, when he walked you to your dorm after a party a few weeks ago. It was the only time you’ve ever seen the fun-loving, jovial man feel melancholic. You coin that night the night you developed... whatever it was that you have for him now.

“Alright,” he gestures to the cotton sweater, now spread out on your bed. “Lay here.”

“Why?”

“I mean…” he looks at you like you’re stupid. “You don’t want to get this wet, right?” He counters, pinching your blanket.

Cockiness just oozes out of him. It makes wetness ooze out of you. 

You comply, laying down on the soft material. It’s warm and smells like the delicate linen cologne he normally wears. You bask in the scent.

“I usually use lube for this, but…” he clicks his tongue, knowing you don’t have any. “We can make it work.” Leaning down, he lets a string of spit land on your clit. It tickles as it trickles down your folds. He’s quick to collect it with his fingertips, smearing the moisture all over.

“Take your top off, please. I wanna see those pretty tits.”

It’s barely a top. The jagged, raw hem only conceals half of your perked nipples. How ironic is it that you’re wearing an angel print tank while being absolutely defiled. You sit up, taking it off easily and tossing it on the floor before laying back down. 

“It’s not going to hurt, is it?” You wonder, reflecting on his earlier statements.

“Why, you nervous?” He teases with a lopsided grin. It drops when he sees the apprehensive look on your face. “It shouldn’t hurt, but if it does you’ll tell me, right?”

“Right,” you moan, another drop of saliva hitting your pussy. 

“Hold your legs up, keep them open,” he orders, sucking back the extra spit with a hiss.

Pink nails curl under your thighs, bringing them up to your chest just as Jungkook instructed. He pops his middle and ring fingers into his mouth, bringing them down to tease at your entrance before slipping in, palm facing up.

There’s an adjustment period, his fingers being much bigger than your own. You’re so aroused that the tenderness subsides quickly. “Fuck,” you yelp when he starts gently petting at your g-spot.

He doesn’t jam his fingers into you carelessly, an unpleasant sensation you’ve been subjected to in the past. His digits never leave you. Instead, they move in a sensual curl that makes you purr. Every touch is focused, intricately placed on that delicious spot.

“Pussy so wet,” his voice comes out as strained as his pants. He sounds so turned on and filled with lust. It makes you clamp around his fingers. He lets out the tiniest moan, using his free hand to grab yours, sucking three fingers into his mouth. “Touch your clit for me.”

You bring your hand down, rubbing side to side. “Uh-uh, circles.” 

Immediately, you follow his command. You look so delicious he can’t help himself, bending at the waist to latch onto one of your nipples.

“Please, Jungkook, more…”

“Yeah?” He mumbles against your chest, sending vibrations through the sensitive skin. You nod frantically. “I usually don’t give in this easily, but I think you deserve it. Been such a good girl. You can have more, Bambi.” You know it’s just sex talk. A stream of consciousness fueled by his horniness. All the blood leaving his head to fill his cock, making him more dumb than usual, but you can’t help but feel special. 

“It’s going to build up fast, okay?”

You mumble a small ‘mhm’. How bad can it really be?

Jungkook starts moving his hand rapidly, fingers thrashing up and down. There's so much force behind his movements that your hips lift and dip. 

You’re overwhelmed. Constant, vigorous stimulation right to your g-spot. A strange swelling feeling starts pooling in your lower stomach. High-pitched whimpery moans and wet squelching noises fill the room.

“J- daddy, fuck!” It is so intense you can’t form a coherent sentence. There’s faint laughter in the background. “No, no, no…” you plead, wrapping your hand around his wrist, nails digging into his skin. It’s too good. So good that it made you scared.

His movements halt. “Am I hurting you?”

“No, too much… fuck!” You shout when he continues at the same intensity, your body thrashing wildly. You feel out of control.

“Shh,” he whispers softly. “You can take it. Just let it happen.”

You inhale sharply, doing your best to calm down. It’s difficult when he keeps touching you like that. Your fingers curl into his sweater, bracing yourself. As soon as you stop fighting that full feeling, as soon as you loosen the tense muscles, it’s going to hit you.

You relax and a wave of the most intense pleasure you’ve ever felt ripples over you.

There’s an intense, world-shattering, euphoric release.

And then nothing. 

Your head is empty. Your ears ring. Your vision is distorted by white splotches. 

Complete solace.

Your senses come back after a few minutes of heavy breathing. It’s fuzzy, but you can see the ceiling fan swirling above you.

There’s a metallic taste on your tongue. 

You can feel droplets trickling down your inner thighs, a damp puddle under your butt, and a warm set of lips on your temple.

“Welcome back to planet Earth,” Jungkook jokes, pushing away the wispy flyaways that stick to your forehead. You blink absently as you slowly make out his features. You swear there’s a glowing aura around him. “You good?” 

“So good,” you confirm halfheartedly. “You’re so good.”

“You came so much,” he hums in satisfaction, placing a few pecks against your jaw. Jungkook was actually surprised at how much wetness he coaxed out of you. You just kept on cumming. The prettiest waterfall he’s ever seen. Damp fingers brush up and down your bicep, a comforting gesture. “You called me daddy.”

“Shut up,” you groan, covering your face. “Don’t talk about it.”

“I won’t, it was fucking gross,” he laughs, smiling down at you so genuinely that it reaches his eyes. This was just a hookup, you assume, but he’s just so pretty. You can’t stop yourself from pressing a sweet kiss to his lips. He reciprocates. It feels so intimate. Too intimate for a pair of friends. You’re so tired but you want more. Everything.

“Take this off, please,” you ball the white fabric of his shirt into your tiny fists, mimicking his words from earlier. “Let me see those pretty tits.”

He quirks a brow at you, standing up straight and pulling his shirt off by the collar. It’s discarded onto the floor, with all the other useless, bothersome items.

His tits are pretty. Chest flushed red from exertion, nipples pink and tiny. His body is fit, but not overly muscular. Lean and toned. Just what you like.

You snake your legs around his cinched waist, constricting his pelvis flush against yours. 

“Is it my turn now?” He says, loving your sudden burst of confidence. His jaw goes slack when you start grinding on his clothed cock. There’s a slick spot where your bodies meet, heather gray turning dark as the fabric dampens. Jungkook lets you play with him for a bit, rutting against you until he physically cannot stand it anymore. “I’ve never wanted to fuck someone so bad.”

“Then do it,” you whimper, growing impatient. He sighs, hand coming down to fiddle with the sweater underneath you. You crane your neck, watching curiously as he pulls a square packet out of the pocket. 

There’s a sharp pain in your chest when you see it. “Did you plan on us hooking up?”

“Maybe,” he contends playfully. All the amusement in his face disappears when he flicks his bangs back and sees yours. Hurt and disappointed. “I always keep condoms on me, you know that,” he explains, voice soft and wary. 

It makes sense. He was sexually active. Very much so.

That scares you. You could possibly be just another girl he’s sexually active with. A last ditch effort to get laid because the first option bailed. The puzzle pieces start coming together.

You look him in the eyes. His pupils are brown again. They look pleading, concerned for your wellbeing. Afraid they’ve tarnished something so delicate. You can’t tell if it’s just your delusions, post-orgasm bliss. All you know is you never want him to stop looking at you the way he is right now.

“Can I put it on?” You ask, pointing at the condom in his hand, desperate to break the tension.

“I- sure,” he retorts, exhaling deeply like he was holding his breath, relieved. He gives it to you, using his other hand to pull his pants by the waistband, stopping mid-thigh. Too rushed and eager to take them off completely. 

He didn’t have underwear on either.

You squint, trying to read the white font on the packet. Large.

You glance up, eyes bulging out of your skull when they land on his cock. It’s big. So aroused that it points straight up, resting on his abdomen. The tip is bright pink, standing out against the background of his smooth milky pelvis. It’s shiny with precum, a little bead sitting right at the slight. Your gaze trails up the veiny underside, following the acute upward curve. You gulp.

“You good?”

“Yeah,” you say, jittery hands tearing open the foil packet. You cautiously wrap your hand around the shaft. It’s so firm. Rock solid and touch starved. It jumps in your palm as you slip the sticky rubber down, making sure to stroke him along the way. “Big, thas’ all.”

He nods, the corner of his lips pulling up in a smirk. He can tell your words are equally as worried as they are complimentative, though. “I’ll be gentle,” he promises, holding on to your ankle to lift your leg, kissing it through your white sock. Gaze locked on you, making sure you’re watching and that you know he can be soft with you.

He bends both of your knees up to your chest, tapping your outer thigh, indicating he wants you to hold them again. Tattooed knuckles wrap around the base of his cock, laying it flat against your pelvis. “Fuck,” he mutters under his breath when he sees the tip reaches just below your belly button, knowing exactly what to envision when he’s inside you. His cock so deep it’s in your stomach.

He smacks the shaft between your folds. Filthy, wet slapping noises overpower your coos and purrs. The tip tickles your entrance, rubbing up and down your folds, before he brings it to your abused clit again, flicking it up and down like a light switch. Watching your face intently to gauge your reaction, looking for any prick of discomfort. 

“Put it in,” you frown, growing impatient.

“So needy,” Jungkook teases, gripping his cock right under the crown and pushing in. Only the tip. He uses his fingers as a buffer, trying not to give too much too fast. Pulling back agonizingly slow and then diving back in, giving you a little bit more length this time. It was only an inch or so, but the stretch burned. You catch your bottom lip between your teeth, trying to hold back the tears that are threatening to spill.

He repeats this process, working you open little by little until he’s buried to the hilt. He lets out a pained grunt, overwhelmed by the way your warm wet walls just suffocate him. “Fuck, tightest pussy ever.”

You clench your eyes shut, trying to ease the feeling of getting impaled. Jungkook is so big. The veins that run along his shaft, the thickness, the curve. He leans down and pecks your nose sweetly. His thumb, rubbing tight circles against your clit, provides a decent distraction. You focus on the pleasure instead of the pain.

“Feel okay, Bambi?” He coos, feeling you relax under him. “Can I move?”

With furrowed brows, he pulls out a few inches before thrusting back in slowly. Heavy eyes glued on the way your lips petal around him when he gives you more. The way they resist when takes his cock away. “Good girl,” he praises, voice raspy as he tries his best to maintain a slow, shallow pace. “You take it so well.”

Any pang of discomfort is gone. He prepped you so well that there’s no friction, just seamless glides in and out of your leaking cunt. The upturned tip of his cock tickles that sweet spot in you. You moan, digging your almond-shaped nails into your thighs, arching your back for more.

Jungkook sees your body language. He knows what to do in this situation. One of the most useful sex tips he’s ever learned. He leans forward, pressing his chest against yours, swollen lips latching onto your neck. They suck a sore spot that his tongue quickly soothes over. “Hold on to me,” he commands, wet pout smushed to your skin. 

You let go of your thighs, leaving little crescent indents on the surface, and throw your arms around his shoulders. Hooking your knees into the bend of his elbows, Jungkook hoists you up effortlessly, supporting your weight with his large palms on your ass. The change in position spreads you even further, slides him in even deeper.

“Mmm, f-,” you moan, words cut short when he starts bouncing you up and down on his cock.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

“Mmm, I knew it,” he chuckles sadistically, right into your ear. “I knew you were just waiting to be ruined. So fucking high-strung and- fuck!” He can feel your arousal dripping down to his balls. “Controlling.”

Arguing is pointless. You swear he's in your head, the tip of his cock scrambling your brain around so that you can’t even think straight. All you can think about is him.

You cling to him, resting your cheek against his shoulder as he lifts you in the air. Letting him have his way with you. You’re never felt more alive. 

‘Orgasms are the pinnacle of the human experience,’ you recall Jungkook telling you one day at the library. At the time, you rolled your eyes. Now, you know exactly what he meant. 

“You just needed some dick, huh? My dick?” You nod, drooling against his skin. “Doesn’t it feel good to let go?” All you can get out is a little moan.

A glint flickers in the corner of your eye. Mina’s mirror. It’s leaning against the wall right in front of you. You can see the expanse of his back. The taut skin on his shoulder blades. Biceps bulging as he moves you. His pants slid down to his knees, so you can see his cute butt dimpling when he thrusts up. Muscles working to make you cum.

“Okay,” he huffs, more to himself than you. Your pussy was so good that it derailed his original plan. Jungkook tosses you up a little, getting a more secure hold as he wraps an arm around your waist. The motion makes his cock slip out, the loss of contact makes you whine.

His free hand tosses his soiled hoodie out of the way. You cringe, making a mental note to mop tomorrow morning.

He places one of your fancy, cooling-gel pillows on the edge of the bed, laying you down on top of it. Your hips are elevated, tilted upwards. Giving him a clear view of your glowy core. He catches a glimpse of the only place he hasn’t destroyed.

“What about this?” He coos, pressing the pad of his thumb right against your clenching hole.

You squeak, shaking your head. Baby steps.

“Alright,” he chuckles, hand retreating promptly. “Maybe next time.”

He wants to do this again. Your heart flutters.

You watch as he guides himself back in, stuffing you to the brim in one swift motion. Much less cautious than earlier. His cock hits your g-spot perfectly. The pillow and his curve doing wonders. Your eyes roll back as your head hits the bed. “Like that, right?” He laughs, snapping into you. 

“Yeah, Jungkook,” you moan out, gripping your ankles and bringing them up by your head, just how he likes. “Don’t stop.”

He could’ve busted right then and there. 

“Fuck, keep saying my name,” he groans, eyes glancing up to your perky tits, jiggling freely with every snap of his hips. His pupils sneak down further, watching his cock plow into your tight, wet cunt, leaving it dewy and red.

You call his name like a metronome, ‘Jungkook, Jungkook, Jungkook’. Voice airy, following the rhythm of his hips. It makes him move harder and faster, feeling that familiar pooling at the base of his shaft.

Just like everything about him, his strokes are fluid. His hips aren’t locked and stiff. They move in a dip and roll that makes your toes curl. His pelvis mushes against your clit when he thrusts all the way in, balls smacking against the curve of your ass. It feels delicious. Your third orgasm of the night is approaching fast.

“You cumming, Bambi?” He hums, already recognizing the way your thick brows pull together when you're close. The way your hips rut a little, naturally guiding you to your orgasm.

“Mhm, make me cum Jungkook,” you mewl.

He hovers over you, placing his hands on top of yours, bending your legs back farther. Taking long, violent plunges into you. So close to a piledriver. He’s basically fucking you into the mattress, bed frame cracking against the wall beside it. One of your vine garlands falls down, but you’re so close you can’t even bring yourself to care. 

Your climaxes blend together. You first, clenching and unclenching around his length. Moans coming out sporadic and your shoulders off the bed. Legs trembling in his hands.

His orgasm is stunning. 

“Ah- fuck. I’m cumming,” he croaks through snarled teeth, head dropping to watch where you connect. Something he does often, you notice. He doesn’t stop, even after he spills into the condom, fucking you until he’s completely drained. You whimper, sensitive from the overstimulation. 

“Damn,” Jungkook huffs out a laugh, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. You fist the wavy strands at the back of his head, a little damp. 

“Thank you,” you speak shyly.

“I know you’re new to this,” he lifts up and looks at you quizzically, amusement tickling his features, “But that’s kinda a weird thing to say after someone fucks you.”

You laugh with him, eyes darting over his face. He has a small scar on his cheek, something you’ve never noticed before. 

“No, I just mean-” you cringe when he pulls out of you, feeling empty. “You’re the only guy who’s ever… I don’t know. You’re just different.”

He smiles with twinkling eyes, tying a knot at the end of the condom and tossing it into the pink trash can beside your nightstand. “You’re different, too,” he mirrors, plopping down onto the bed next to you. “Special.”

Special.

You sigh into his lips when he gives you a soft peck, thumb brushing against the newfound mark of his face. “I’m sorry that I made you do all the work.”

“Nah, don’t worry. Making you feel good makes me feel good.” His words are sweet but there’s a naughty glint in his eyes. “Besides, you can think of this as a practice round.”

“Practice round?”

He hums in conformation, tapping your ass lightly, making it ripple against his hand. “Alright, go take a leak before you get a UTI.” He laughs when you push his shoulder. The same old blunt, shameless Jungkook.

He stops you before you disappear into the bathroom. “I hope this won’t make things awkward between us. Like, we’re still friends, right?”

Friends.

It takes all of your strength to give him a nod. You ponder over his words as you clean up in the bathroom. Why did you feel so... conflicted? You’re so happy, but you’re also kinda sad. It’s like your mood solely depends on Jungkook. His words have the power to pull you in whatever direction he pleases. You stare at yourself in the mirror.

All these emotions must mean you have a crush on him.

You sigh, flicking off the light and then heading back into your room.

Jungkook is hunkered down in your sea of pillows, soft snores leaving his parted lips. Chest rising and falling steadily. Hair messy, fanned around him.

He looks so beautiful and peaceful.

You tilt your head at the sight. He always told you that he never spends the night after a hookup.

The blanket is only covering his pelvis, strong legs poking out from underneath. His sweats are still on his ankles. You giggle, attempting to slide them off without waking him.

“Bambi,” he mutters sleepily, opening his big arms. “C’mere.”

You feel your cheeks heat up. You shuffle into bed, throwing the covers over both of your bare bodies. 

He wraps his arms around you, pecking your forehead before drifting back into slumber.

Fuck.

What have you gotten yourself into?

© chryblossomjjk 2022 [do not copy, translate or repost]

i found my new obsession.

Slave 19990319

Masterlist | Concubine 19990319 (Part 2)

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: alien/prince! Jungkook x human! reader

Warning: reader being discriminated against :( , spitting, tentacles, smut, oral (male receiving), rough penetration, virgin reader, reader is yandere for jungkook, jungkook's kinda yandere for her too lol, breeding kink, manipulation, self-inflicted harm (mentioned), stockholm syndrome,

Word Count: 15, 155

Description: In the intergalatic slave trade, the human race are hastily becoming the slave - or pet - of choice. When you were a child, you were given to a young Jungkook - a prince from another planet - as a pet and grown alongside one another.

Humans were highly intelligent creatures, even if they weren't one of the smartest of all of the universe. They held great beauty similar to the planet to the native people of Invictus, some would say the Humans and the Invictus natives were distant cousins, but the natives would never claim Humans as such. The humans natives planets of Earth were light years away, far too long for just anyone to go to - only those who came from a Planet of wealth would have the opportunity to do so. That only meant that whoever bought a Human as a pet would be high in not only status, but in wealth.

Humans were bought often - always showed off like the pet they were as bragging rights. Children around the universe would brag about their family owning their own pet Human, discussing who had the best human and whose human was just basic and bland. It was a show of power and wealth to show off your new expensive human pet. Of course, these pets all had different uses for them - some showed off as trophies, some left in bedrooms of their masters - it all depended on who the master was.

The intergalactic trade had been going on for decades now - planet Earth cooperating with those around the universe in allowing their Humans to be bought and sold to the highest bidder. Those Humans with wealth were able to buy their way out of being sold to the intergalactic trade - those with little to none were not so fortunate. But the poor Humans to the intergalactic trade was like finding a diamond in the rough. They were more appreciative for what they got. They no longer had to work for a living - being a pet to an alien was like being a cat or dog to a wealthy family on Earth.

"Her hair is so...unique." says an Alien - he was short, a few inches taller than you. He spoke english, which you come to realize was rare for extraterrestrial beings. He had a chestnut shaped head with horns coming out of his forehead. His skin was pale - almost sickly pale, but his lips were a bright purple color. You nearly cried upon seeing him a week prior - now you find him to be boring to look at. "But she's a cute one. She'll adjust to the planet."

You sat on the bed the large space ship provided, listening to the two men speak of you as if you weren't present. Your mind couldn't make up for certain words, you were only 7 now when you were finally sold off as a pet to the Aliens - 5 when you were sold by your parents. While on Earth, once you were sold and made to live in a camp where other Humans reside - only a few kids - you were made to believe that being sold to an Alien was an honor. You were conditioned to be respectful towards them and grateful that they were willing to pay millions to give you a better life.

The universe was vastly unexplored, so there was no telling who would come to Earth and try to buy a Human pet - so what little knowledge the Earthlings did know they attempted to teach you all. You understood a few languages, but not well enough to hold a conversation for long. It wasn't guaranteed the Alien language you were taught would be the same Alien who would come to purchase you.

You'd never forget the moment your young mind realized you were being sold off. You never thought the day would come, hoping that once you were old enough and no longer desirable, that you'd be kicked out of the intergalactic camp and set back into the real world of Earth. You were brought out of camp where your few friends and you played and brought into the large bathroom. You were bathed, your skin was lotioned and even your hair was brushed to look decent. You were dressed in better clothing foreign to Earth - better than the orange jumpsuit you wore. You screamed and begged for them not to sell you, that you'd be good on Earth but it was no use anymore.

Your eyes trailed to your wrist to stare at the numbers engraved into your skin. You recalled the amount of days you cried after getting it, the pain nearly unbearable. After the years went on, you can finally say the pain was easing, only burning whenever you moved your wrist a little too far.

You were told said numbers were your personalized identification - 19990319. It was used to identify you specifically in the amount of Humans on Earth. Now, you were far from Earth and had not a clue when you'd be on your new planet. You wore different clothing - if you could call what you wore clothes. In your mind, it resembled battle armor. You wore what appears to be a black, skin tight romper and on top, an armor that had large shoulder guards and a chest piece that resembled gear from American football.

"It's the price's birthday today. We'll be landing in a few hours." says the Alien and that makes your ears perk.

You hadn't been told who you would be residing with - all you did know was that Planet Invictus was far from Earth and was an extraterrestrial race that has yet to be explored by Humans - maybe for the best.

"He doesn't know of his gift of the Human girl." the alien continues, and at this you're left speechless. You know of Princes and Kings and Queens of a palace - yet that appeared to be more of a myth than anything; some type of fairytale told at night before bed. "The King of Planet Ivictus, King Jae-yong, has spent a fortune on her for the young prince. Didn't make a dent in the Kingdom's treasury."

You drowned out the conversation they were having and laid your head upon the bed, closing your eyes. You wanted nothing more than to be released from the spaceship. You've done nothing but sleep and eat, only bathing once a day and returning to the same clothing you've already worn time and time again. The ship was nothing special and t had no windows to look out of where your bed rest - not like space had any light for you to witness anything outside of it.

You woke with a yelp, being shaken roughly. It's the alien, his nails - fingertips stained black - are gripping onto your shoulder in a tight grip. "Wake up, human." he yips. "We're here to meet the King."

You don't respond. You wipe the sleep from your eyes. You question mentally how long it's been - there was no sense of time on the ship and your mind wonders if time ever mattered.

You stand to your feet, crossing your arms onto your chest. The human man doesn't say anything to you as you follow the alien, and you don't acknowledge him much, either. Before the door of the ship is opened, the alien turns to you. "I nearly forgot you humans were weak." he murmurs, more to himself than you. He makes his way deeper into the ship - a part you were forbidden from entering - and returns shortly with what appears to be a collar. "Planet Ivictus has a gravity that's far more intense than Earth. Never take this off, human. It's loose enough for you to continue to clean your neck, but that is all."

You do as you're told in putting the collar on. It's black and metal, a bit heavy but nothing you weren't accustomed to wearing. The alien turns to open the ship door, the metal clacking as he does. Your eyes widen, marvelling at the new surroundings. You noticed quickly that the sky was different from Earth - a bright crimson sky with the whitest clouds you've ever witnessed that appeared much lower than on Earth. That wasn't what surprised you - it was the closeness of what you assumed was the moon. It appeared walking distance rather than light years away like you were accusted to on your home planet.

As you and the Alien make your way down the metal stairs of the ship, you've noticed not far stood a few men - scarily similar to the men you've seen back on Earth. They were tall and muscular - their eyes appearing to shine as bright as their skies.

The grass was green - the only similarity you've noticed. However, it appeared far more green and highly saturated.

The alien bows before the king. He pushes you roughly in front of him to do the same, but you don't. He glared slightly at your rudeness, but he doesn't dwell on it. The alien is speaking in an unknown dialect - possibly the language of the Ivictus people. They speak for a few moments before the large man - the King - steps forward.

The large man eyes you, leaning down to eye you further. He has a beard that was connected to a mustache. He rubs it gently as he inspects you. He opens his mouth and speaks, and when you only tilt your head, his eyes shine to the alien behind you.

The language continues and your eyes continue to wander around the outside area. There are large buildings that all appear dome-like with windows that you cannot see through like normal ones. They appeared to be stained with either red or green glass. Your eyes glance upwards to see another dome-like home, though fairly large and appearing as though it is floating high into the sky.

"Human." you look at the King. He has an accent that makes his voice deeper when he speaks to you. At your attention, he stands straighter, arms crossed. "Jungkook." he says to no one - it's as if he's saying it into the air. Within a second, almost as a blink of an eye, a boy appears. He's young, maybe the same age as you, but he's taller. He is dressed nearly the same as the King - and you, since you're dressed native to their planet. He sported navy skin tight romper, but instead of his whole body being covered, the romperstops at his knees. The armor he wore appeared far heavier than yours and it shined bright - the red cape adding nothing but dramatic luxury.

Your mind tells you this was the Prince you were sold to.

Jungkook eyes the small girl in front of him - stares rather deeply that it makes her step back under his gaze. She begins to tremble, her nerves screaming at her to get away and run. The men had not looked at her with such distaste like the boy had - and if this was how she was doomed to feel daily, she would rather risk being sent back to Earth.

Jungkook speaks to his father, the unknown dialect foreign to your ears. Soon he turns back to you, now in front of you. You're sure he didn't walk or even run to you - it was as if he disappeared and reappeared. He begins to circle around you, you take note of his nose twitching as if he was smelling you. You're stiff, eyes following his every move in case he would attack you. You were no match for him, you knew this, yet you would defend yourself - even if it sent you to your death.

You hold in a scream when you see it - the long and slender tentacles that make its way to you from behind his back. It wraps around your neck loosely and Jungkook does so just to test your reaction to him. He could hear your heart beating out your chest and his eyes zoom in to see the way the beads of sweat are forming onto your forehead.

You slap the tentacle away roughly, eyes glaring at Jungkook. The alien man behind you gasps, clenching his fists at your disrespect. You were going to get yourself killed - and him along with you.

The King snickers at the girls reaction and the Prince hums, but smirks. You weren't like the Humans he met - though all adults - who cowered away from him and cried. You were frightened to the core, he could not only hear your heart beat but feel it through his tentacles. However, you had fight in you and maybe that would make you survive.

Jungkook steps forward to you and speaks, the dialect coming from his lips foreign to you. You don't understand him, and that seemingly makes him upset with you. He takes another step forward, speaking once more until the King places a hand on his shoulders. You noticed another pair of tentacles coming from the King place itself on Jungkook's forehead.

"You must adjust to the Human girl like she must adjust to you." the King speaks, this time you understood. You stand straighter, glancing at Jungkook who huffs. The human was lucky he gained his knowledge in all human language by devouring a few humans a while back of their mind - and soul - but he wouldn't tell you this. You were terrified enough.

"How old is the girl?" the King asks the Alien behind you. He was quick to buy the most discipline Human child from Earth for his son that he had not thought to ask any questions prior to now.

"Ah, she is 7, King Jae-yong." the alien answers. "Human years. That would make the Prince about...2 years her senior."

The King hums, nodding his head.

Jungkook's widen his eyes - appearing like a deer caught in headlights. "I want it!" Jungkook turns to his father, the accent he held similar to his fathers. "I want to keep the Human!" he demands. He was the youngest in his family, along with the youngest on his team. He never had anyone younger than him before.

"I'm not an it." you murmur low - but the ears of the Invictus people were far more sensitive to those back on Earth. Jungkook's head dashes to you and he narrows his eyes.

"Human." Jungkook retorts, letting the word roll off his tongue. "What is your name?"

"Y/N." the alien speaks, but Jungkook snaps his head to him.

The alien takes a step back under Jungkook's intense gaze. He hisses something in his foreign tongue - something that must've told the alien to not speak without being addressed. The alien takes a step back and bows his head.

Jungkook scoffs, his glowing eyes turning to you. He steps closer to you and wraps a tight hand around your wrist - the same wrist that helds your identification number.

As Jungkook held the room open to his room, you were positive it was the show the wealth he had and not to be polite in bringing you inside. It was well enough that it was fit for a Prince - the large kingdom floating into the sky told you enough that he was indeed wealthy. "This is my room." Jungkook says, his voice loud as he speaks.

You feel yourself being pushed inside when you don't take a step. He watches you saunter inside of it, eyes traveling the interior of it. An abundance of gold, you note, a large bed in the middle of it that appeared to hold the silkiest sheets you've ever seen.

Jungkook was smug at your reaction. He knew Humans didn't have such luxuries like his people had - especially a Prince of a planet like him. He wasn't sure where exactly you came from, but surely this would have to be an upgrade from your previous life back on Earth. He never had any desire to go there personally - the air was polluted by the words of his father. The skies were a weird color and the water wasn't clear in the slighest. He would have to make sure the Human girl didn't come to him with any diseases.

You take not in the corner of his room laid an array of silk, crimson pillows. Your feet clicked under his colf, marble floor as you make your way to them. You touched them, admiring the softness they held.

"That's where you'd sleep." says Jungkook, startling you with the suddeness of his words.

You turn to eye him, before eyeing the large bed. The large King size bed that could fit several children back on Earth and still have room to stretch out - was all for him. You turn back to the pillows and nod your head. It was softer than the pillows you had back on Earth, even softer than the thin bed's you laid upon.

You sit on the ground and lean into the array of pillows. There was no use in arguing with the Prince - he was spoiled as he was royalty. He was stronger and faster than her - and had horrifying tentacles that appeared from his back. It was evident by the way the Alien cowered away from him that Jungkook was not one to be messed with.

"Okay, human." Jungkook sits along his bed, facing your sitting figure on the floor. "Let's go over rules for you to follow as a pet."

You drowned out Jungkook who had been speaking over the course of 10 minutes, naming rules that you didn't care about listening to. You had no intention on going against him - you were in a foreign planet and were made to, ultimately, be his slave. The word "Pet" was nothing but a better term for a horrible situation.

"Number 12, address me as Master." Jungkook suddenly shouts, gaining your attention. "Or Prince. I am royalty afterall, Human."

"My name is Y/N."

You haven't spoken much since your time with Jungkook. You had no intentions of doing so, not until each time he insisted on calling you either "Human" or "Girl". You were young, only 7 while Jungkook as you learned was the age of 9, yet you knew well enough that being called outside of your name was something you didn't like nor appreciate.

"Girl." Jungkook shrugs his shoulders, a smirk forming on his lips. He had no intentions of listening to someone who was bought for him as a pet. "That's better than 19990319, is it not?"

Jungkook had long seen the numbers on her wrist and knew instantly it was her identification number. His father would go through the intergalatic records and assure that everything was alright and up tpo date - including whatever diseases she had that would need to be cured instantly if she would be around a Prince.

You bite your tongue, glancing away from Jungkook. He had no intentions of ever calling you by your name.

"Besides, that's a Human name." Jungkook's nose wrinkles. "I should rename you something better than a Human name." he places his hands on his chin. "But I won't. You aren't worthy of a name from a mighty race such as us. I'll refer to you as I see fit, okay, Human?"

You don't respond to him, there isn't a reason to. Jungkook was Prince from a different planet who was far more spoiled than she ever was. He lived a lavish lifestyle and had anyone at his beck and call. He has adapted to people fearing him for who he was as a Prince, and who is father was as a King. A weak Human such as yourself couldn't change his behavior over night - but that didn't mean you weren't willing to stand by and remain being called outside your name.

Your name was the one thing you had left of yourself and your life on Earth. You had no parents anymore and you couldn't recall what they looked like. Your friends are back on Earth and soon your young mind will forget them, as well. Your clothing was left and now you sported the attire of Planet Ivictus, only your armor was now off and you only sported the skin tight romper - you assumed it was used to sweat in because you were humid as you laid down.

Jungkook makes a throaty hum before laying down onto his own bed. He couldn't wait to show off his own human to his older friends - he was the first of his Planet to have a human child as a pet and he knew they'd just be jealous of him. He would have to train her first and make sure she didn't act out - but that wasn't anything he couldn't handle.

It was the ultimate sign of disrespect to strike him - especially on something as sensitive as his tentacles.

A week had passed since you've arrived on Planet Ivictus and to say Jungkook wasn't giving you a good time would be an understatement. He constantly spoke down to you as if you were nothing but dirt beneath his shoe. He often would touch you at random times - mostly with his tentacles because he knew you were frightened by them - pulling your hair or tugging onto the collar you wore because of gravity - whatever that meant you had no idea.

Jungkook could see the distaste in your eyes for him and it wasn't anything he could do but scoff. He was just as furious as you were at him. Slapping him in general was the ultimate sign of disrespect and disobedience. You were used to being treated lowly as a Human, what did you expect coming to a different planet as a pet belonging to a Prince?

Still, you could deal with Jungkook's spoiled attitude. You already grown a liking to the small cot of soft pillows besides his bed. She could deal with the amount of food she ate already with her time here, Jungkook stating that everyone on his Planet had large appetites and that you'd need to have one, as well - even if it made you vomit afterwards. You could even deal with the death glares you got from the other girls around you and Jungkook's age who roamed the palace - not any part of royalty but their parents were high ranking commanders says Jungkook.

Your brain wanders to your time on Earth and how you miss it. You regret not appreciating your life there. You had friends, a bed to sleep in at night and food 3 times a day - something far greater than most people on Earth had!

You had nothing against Jungkook for who he was. He could be nice when he wanted to. When he would come back from a long day of training with his older friends, you were instructed to ice his body. He was kind then and didn't bring out his tentacles to bother you.

There was even a time a few days ago where Jungkook had hugged you - simply because he was hurt by the words his father yelled to him but he wasn't allowed to cry them out. You recall even from Jungkook's room the screams of the King echoing through the walls so loud that it frightened you awake. He told you lowly that men on his planet don't cry - it must be a tough planet was your response.

But the bad out-weighed the good often - even if it was only a week. He would taunt you at times, mock you and insult you any chance he could. He got a laugh in by scaring you when he would blink in front of you or when you felt his tentacles wrap around your body as you slept at night. Even the guards eyed the way the Prince treated the girl but couldn't do anything when it came to him. The King may be a strict man, but Jungkook could rarely do any wrong in his eyes and treating his 'pet' rudely was one of them. The guards were instructed to treat you as they treated Jungkook - which for someone coming from a different planet and being brought in as a pet, getting treated like the young Prince was an honorably luxury.

However, when one guard had offered you a sickly sweet treat, Jungkook had snatched it from his hands and dangled it in front of your face, laughing when you couldn't grab it from him. It was evident that Jungkook enjoyed taunting you - he didn't even like the sweet, but he also didn't want you too have it.

"What are you thinking about, Human?" Jungkook's voice reaches through your ears and you release an irritated hiss, clenching your first to yourself. His tentacles had retracted themselves back behind his back and he scoffs. "Your attention should not be elsewhere when you're with me."

Jungkook waits for you to respond, and when you don't his eyes widens. "Are you listening to me, Human?!" he hisses - sounding more like a high-pitched whine than anything. He hated when your mind chose to wander and block his words from entering your brain. He was being kind enough to speak with you in your native tongue and yet you embraced ignoring him.

"No." was your response - a bold response nonetheless. Yet, you've grown tired of Jungkook's mood swings. The one moment he desired to be kind with you, allowing you to walk around the Palace with him and the next, he's scaring you half to death and claiming it to be "just a joke".

Jungkook's throat growls deeply. "Get up." he snaps. "We're going to see my friends."

You heard about such "friends" of Jungkook. You knew they were older than him, meaning they were way older and taller than you. You had no desire to be around more people like Jungook - that meant more people scaring you with their tentacles and berating you every chance they had.

However, that was different. You've met the older boys in the galace grounds - the large grassy scenery where an abundance of foreign flowers resided. Your eyes sparkled at the scenery, the crimson sky giving the flowers a lovely hue. Jimin was the first to arrive, his eyes never leaving you and even ignored Jungkook completely until the Prince huffs and puffs for attention. Jimin had leaned into your face, his eyes - a glowing hue of azure - scans your features. His nose twitches as he smells you and he even touches your skin, releasing a few murmurs in foreign dialect.

Taehyung was no different, yet more touchy. He pulled your hair to get the feel of it, but apologized once he realized your eyes begin to water. He circles around you, examining to see what was so great about Humans. He did conclude that you were cute - your eyes were so large as you watched him and Jimin and your cheeks appeared squishable - so much so that he pinched them with his thumb and index finger. He would do it often when Jungkook was younger, much to his annoyance.

Jungkook sits by for the next hour and watches how you smile at Jimin and Taehyung. How you appeared to enjoy their light touches and even smiled their way. Jimin had offered you a sweet - something sickly sweet that you enjoyed greatly. It tasted similar to chocolate and it reminded you of Earth.

"What's your name?" Taehyung's accented voice was deep for his age, but it was soothing.

"Y/N-"

"Girl." Jungkook interrupts, his eyes glaring at the way Jimin sat far too close to you - his blood boiling at your content appearance.

Jimin looks at Jungkook and rolls his eyes. He knew Jungkook since he was a baby, their father's being close since they were in their own youth. He murmurs something foreign to Jungkook and all the boy could do was cross his arms and deny. There was no way he, a Prince, would be jealous that his pet seemingly was having a good time with his friends than you ever had with him. That was insane.

"Human hair...is soft." Taehyung murmurs, his hands rubbing through your hair. You were confused. Seemingly enough, if these boys didn't have tentacles (you hadn't seen Jimin's and Taehyungs, but you assumed they had them, as well), and glowing eyes, you would assume they were human like you. There hair didn't appear any less soft than your own.

Jimin places his hands in your scalp, as well, nodding his head in agreement.

Jungkook's fist clench. He noticed you become relaxed, slumping next to Jimin as both boths massaged through your hair and scalp, both speaking in their foreign dialect - Jungkook hearing how soft your hair was and how fascinated they have become by a Human. He could hear your heart beat fluttering to a normal pace - a calm pace. You're eyes were fluttering close. His ears pick up on the low hum coming from your throat, his advance hearing only making him more upset by the second.

Jungkook wasn't jealous - he didn't feel jealous. He was a Prince and though Jimin and Taehyung weren't low class in the slightest...they weren't royalty.

And who were you to allow yourself to grow comfortable with them before you ever had for him?

Jungkook blinks in front of you, slapping both of his friends hands away. He places his own into your hair and rubs at a rough pace. Your eyes snap open and you release a groan of discomfort.

Jimin crosses his arms and Taehyung sighs before laughing. You had slapped his hands away, leaning back from Jungkook. His clenches his fists together and seeths at the audacity. You were ungrateful - he would never give anyone a massage to anyone else, especially a pet. You should be massaging him!

"She doesn't like that." Jimin snickers. "You have to be gentle with her. She's Human."

Jungkook huffs, his cheeks redden in slight embarrassment. Jimin knew this look; the appearance seconds before Jungkook was going to throw the biggest tantrum ever. He was not ready to hear the younger boy scream, particually because his pet liked him and Taehyung than she liked the Prince. "Here," Jimin grabs Jungkooks hand and places it upon your scalp. "you have to massage it slow...like this." Jimin demonstrates it, Jungkook following his lead.

Taehyung had placed his hands into your scalp, as well, enjoying the way your breathing mellowed out.

Jungkook let's out a low hum, his eyes watching as you lean slightly against him.

The King had insisted that you needed someone you could relate to. Yes, you were just a Human pet who belonged to Jungkook and solely him. He was aware of how territorial his son was, yet there wasn't a need to be territorial when it came to someone of the same gender as you. You would be growing older as the years went along and only being around Jungkook would stunt your growth.

The guards had brought in a few girls - all taller than you, yet appeared close enough to your age. You had been seated on the ground alongside your pillows. You were given books shipped straight from Earth, another gift from the King. You were startled at them entering, but soon would be grateful to have other girls. You hadn't seen someone the same gender as you in weeks.

One girl had sat opposite of you, her long coily hair sat on her shoulder. Her eyes were glowing a lavender color as she scanned your features and golden brown skin that appeared to shine. The next girl had straight hair that stopped just at her knees - far too long for your liking but she was pretty nonetheless. The pinkish hue of her eyes matches the oliveness of her skin. The last girl had an odd color hair, the first time you've witness sine you've arrived.

"You're a Human." the girl says, leaning closer to her. It was a statement - matter of fact.

You nod your head at her.

The long-haired girl releases a laugh. She whispers something amongst the three of them before turning back to you.

"Humans are only pets." the coily haired girl tilts her head. "Who do you belong to, pet?" her words are spat at her like venom, and you flinch at the sudden harshness.

Your bottom lip trembles. Your mind told you that you'd have friends now that were just like you - only by gender, sure - but that was not the case. The girls eyed you with distaste and the snickering and whispers told you that they weren't fond of you.

"J-Jungkook." you whisper out.

The girl gasps, but stares. They're furrowing and knitting their brows, shaking their heads.

"Why would Prince Jungkook want a pet like you?" spats out the odd-color haired girl. "I heard Human's had diseases!"

You shake your head. You may have been young, but knew well enough what a disease was. You had not had any - a few of your friends had been separated from the camp when they were infected with something, but never you.

"You shouldn't be here!" the long-haired girl gasps. "You're going to give Prince Jungkook a disease and he'll die!"

When you feel the warm substance hit your face, you're disgusted. You yelp and flinch away, feeling more of the spit hit along your face followed by a few laughs. You could feel your hair being tugged and pulled left and right. You were told by the girls of how unworthy you were being upon their planet, that Prince Jungkook didn't need a pet that was as ugly as you.

Jungkook strolls down the hallway of the palace, cape dragging along the marble floor. He had finished sparring with his father and desired nothing more than to be iced by his pet. You were good at that and in return, he would allow you to eat the candy he had got from the guards. Even if it was intended to be for you because, again, he didn't like it, that didn't mean the sweet shouldn't be earned.

Jungkook felt a sense of pride in having a Human pet. Jimin and Taehyung spoke about you nearly nonstop, all questioning when you'd return. Even his older friends were asking about the mysterious Human. After all, he was the first child of not only his kind, but all of the galaxy, to have a human child! His parents had warned him how delicate a human girl was - that you were much different than the children around the palace - even if he didn't always listen, he assured you were safe. He vowed that you could not be seen without him unless you were under strict super vision of the palace guards.

Imagine Jungkook's reaction to see you surrounded by a group of girls native to his planet abusing their power over such a delicate human pet - his pet at that. He had slammed the door open to witness it - them spitting on you, berating you and pulling your hair. He could feel from down the hall that you were in distress - your heart pumping eratically out your chest.

"Jungkook's my friend!" you had cried out at them, neither you nor the three girls noticing his prescence.

"Prince Jungkook is not-"

"Get out!" Jungkook screams, his eyes glowing brighter and his tentacles appearing on instant from behind his back. His hands turned to first and he was ready to attack the girls right then and there for disrespecting you as his pet.

The girls nearly jump out their skin, eyes wide as they look back to see a seething Jungkook.

Two of the girls stammered an apology before leaving. The third had dropped to her knees, bowing to him. A spew of apologies was released from her lips, but Jungkook had no time to hear it. A tentacle wraps around the girl's throat and easily lifts her up, throwing her out of the room. Her small body hits against the marble floor roughly, but he had not cared in the slighest.

Jungkook eyes you, his tentacles slowly making their way back. He sees the amount of spit on you by the girls mixed with your tears. He waits a few moments for you to look up at him, but you don't. You're humiliated and nearly traumatized - rightfully so.

Jungkook removes his cape and armor, only left in the skin tight training gear. "Come." Jungkook says, stepping forward to reach for your hand.

You stand, taking his hand on your own. Jungkook makes his way out of his room and down the familiar hall to the bathroom. You enjoyed the large bathroom - especially the bathtub that appeared as large as the Jacuzzi you've seen on Earth - only on Television, however.

As you make your way towards the bathroom that only you and Jungkook used, you feel ashamed and humiliated to think you would find friends on a foreign planet. You were nothing more than a pet, that fact was evident. You've dealt with Jungkook's mood swings, his constant berating and insults, yet you didn't let that get to you. However, the girls stating that Jungkook would never respect you as a pet, how you're nothing but a useless Human has your young heart shattering.

Jungkook pressed the buttons outside the metal door. It clanks open allowing both of them to enter before closing behind them. You were often marveling at the scenery of the bathroom - it appeared far ahead of the Earth's bathrooms. The floors sparkled so clean that you could see your reflection in it. The jacuzzi appearing tub was large, round and clear, having steps leading up to it.

Jungkook makes his way to the tub and taps it slightly, the water pouring out on one end, a dark green liquid - you know now it as soap - comes from another. You hum as the bubbles form against the tub.

Jungkook begins to remove his clothes and when you note this, you close your eyes and turn away with a yelp.

"What are you doing, human?" Jungkook questions with genuine curiosity. "Get into the tub."

You shake your head. You never bathed with anyone before - not even with Jungkook. You're confused by his sudden actions.

"You're dirty." he deadpans, entering the bath. The bubbles cover up to his chest. "And need to bathe."

You knew it was a matter of time until Jungkook lost his temper. You turn around slowly to thankfully see Jungkook already in the water, scrubbing his face. He doesn't turn his head when you take off the wet clothing and enter the warm tub. You're glad the bubbles hide your body. The wall next to the large tub holds different bottles in a language you didn't understand. You would take a random one and wash with, hoping it was body wash.

Jungkook watches as you go beneath the water to what he assumed to scrub your skin away from the spit. You emerge a few seconds later, releasing a sigh of relief. Your hair is now wet, sticking to your skin and shoulders. Jungkook continues to watch you scrub at your skin to get rid of the filth of the spit, slightly amusing him. He would have to tell his father what had happened with the three girls and discuss a punishment. To him, death would be the only option. To his father, not so much.

Jungkooks arms reaches for a bottle - a natural remedy to wash your hair. He places a few squeezes onto his palm, throws it into the water to float and looks at you. "We need to wash your hair." he murmurs. "Turn around."

Jungkook doesn't wait for you to, already massaging your scalp. He doesn't want to admit that like Jimin and Taehyung, he is enthralled by your hair. It is softer than anything he's touched on his own planet - and Planet Invictus had such soft fabrics.

You enjoy the way Jungkook doesn't jerk his fingers through your hair thanks to Jimin showing him. You're glad that he's attempting to be more gentle with you - not opening his mouth and belittling you for at least 5 minutes. It was calming and moments such as this, you didn't mind being around Jungkook.

Jungkook cups his hand beneath the water and begins to pour water from his palms onto your saopy hair. The soap falls from your shoulders to the water until it's completely gone. You hum, smiling to yourself.

Jungkook leans back against the tub as you turn around. Your head tilts to him and all he can do was furrow his brows and wait for you to speak.

"Do you want me to...wash your hair?" you are as astonished as him when you ask. But you tell yourself that it's because you're giving your thanks - a type of eye for an eye.

Jungkook slowly nods his head in agreement. You smile and grasp the bottle floating into the soapy water. You squeeze a decent amount before scooting closer to Jungkook. He turns around for you to and leans his head backwwards.

Jungkook feels goosebumps erupt through his arms when he feels your fingers massage his scalp. He closes his eyes and hums lowly to himself, the feeling of you raking your fingers through his hair leaves him content. He wouldn't tell you this - you were his pet after all and should be pampering him. He would have to bathe wih you more often just for you to wash his hair.

Soon you're also humming along with him, a silent hum that has no real melody to it, but it's soothing along with your massaging fingers.

"Done." you sing-song, splashing his head with water to get rid of the soap.

Jungkook bottom lips form into a pout. He enjoyed far too much than he cared to admit of your small hands washing his head, but he doesn't dwell on it.

Soon the both of you are leaving the bath, towels wrapped around one another. You both turn away to dry and get dressed in the extra clothing in the royal bathroom. Your hair is dripping even after you dried it with the towel, but it'll just have to be air-dried now.

As Jungkook and you make your way back to the room, you feel more refreshed than anything you couldn't help but recall the previous events that transpired.

"Jungkook?" you call for him as you enter his bedroom. He turns to you, not saying anything when he does. "Do you wish you had someone else as a..."

"Pet?" Jungkook finishes.

You nod your head slightly. You couldn't help but think about the words the girls spoke to you - how the Prince of such an amazing planet could never have a Human pet such as yourself.

"Nah." Jungkook shrugs his shoulder. He makes his way to his bed and lays upon it, yawning. It was far too early for sleep and dinner had not yet been served, but a quick nap wouldn't hurt him. "Come lay down."

You're taken aback when Jungkook pats the bed beside him. You never slept on his bed - the pillows had always been where you slept and it was more comfortable than you once expected your first day on Planet Ivictus.

"A-Are you sure?"

"I won't ask you again, Y/N." Jungkook snaps, his patience running thin. You don't speak again and do as you're told. You lay on the bed opposite of him, it was fairly large so the two of you would not be touching, yet you can feel his warmth. Your place your head along the soft, silk pillows and close your eyes, body calming down. You take not it was the first time he called you by your name.

"Why does she need to study anyway? She's not on that weak planet anymore?" Jungkook hisses at his father. It was rare for the both of them to speak in a language not their native, but today was the exception.

A few months have gone by now and the King has suggested that you would start your studies. The King was slowly growing accustomed to your stay and had a soft spot for you. Upon hearing about what the girls had done to you, they were permanently banned from the palace. Jungkook would have to be one of the only friends you had for now - and maybe Jimin and Taehyung, they appeared smitten with you rather quickly.

It was about a month ago when the King had suggested while Jungkook had his own educational studies on PLanet Invictus, that you should do the same - only you had no need to study what others did on his planet. The technology Planet Invictus had was far more advance than Earth - so getting in contact with someone from your home planet willing to teach you from light years away was expensive, but then again, so was getting you here for his son.

"She's a growing girl." the King retorts rather bored. His son protested day by day about you studying. He knew the true reason was because he wanted you to remain dependent on him, yet his son would have to get over himself. "She cannot miss out on education just like you cannot."

Jungkook crosses his arms and sucks his teeth. His father didn't get it and never would. What pet gets special education? What education would she need besides catering to him and him only? She was growing excellent at that and her reward for following his rules were exotic candy and being able to sleep in his bed. What more could a Human ask for?

You on the other hand had strived to go to your classes every day while Jungkook went to his own. Speaking with another human was a breath of fresh air and you actually felt understood. You had short classes at the camp, yet nothing like this. It was as if you were learning a vast amount of knowledge in a short amount of time.

Though Jungkook found it useless, it makes your stay on the planet bearable. Jungkook mood swings had lessened over time and the two of you could now coincide without bickering at one another. Every night you two would bathe in the large bathtub, him demanding that he wash your hair and you do the same to him - no matter how many times you told him your hair couldn't get any cleaner.

You two would have dinner sometimes with Jimin and Taehyung and sit around the palace grounds. There was even a time where Jungkook took you away from the palace with the escort of some guards to a nearby waterfall where the two of you swam. You couldn't swim - only being 7 - but Jungkook was an amazing swimmer to be 9. You told yourself it was because he wasn't Human like you. That was the first day you weren't afraid of Jungkook's tentacles wrapping around your waist to stop you from drowning.

You were done with your studies for the day and already looked forward to coming the next day. You were now allowed to walk freely through the palace without Jungkook, yet you never went far or on uncharted territory. You make your way towards the familiar hall until you're stopped by a sudden hand. You turn to see Taehyung smiling down at you. You note that he's dressed different than the usual battle armor, but it loose fitted clothing.

"Tae!" you smile at the boy who does the same.

Taehyung places a hand on your head and gently rubs it, an action he does often when he see's you.

"What are you doing here?" you ponder aloud, tilting your head. "Is Jungkook around?"

Taehyung shakes his head. "I came to see you, little Human." he murmurs. "Jungkook has kept you hidden away from us."

You nodded in agreement. You hadn't seen Taehyung or Jimin for some time and if you'd ask Jungkook it would do nothing but strike a nerve in him.

"Come, I'll take you back to Jungkook's room." Taehyung offers and the two of you begin to stroll side by side, speaking about nothing in general. Taehyung was a good listener as he was a good speaker. You enjoyed his company overall and you were glad he wasn't like the girls you've met a few months prior. Jimin and he had been nothing but kind to you and you were utterly grateful for him.

Jungkook watches from afar as Taehyung and you stop by his door, both speaking and laughing at one another. His eyes are glaring at the closeness of Taehyung next to you. He feels himself growl when he witnesses Taehyung place his hand upon your head and lean down, smiling at you. "You're so cute, little Human."

"What are you doing?" Jungkook snaps, stepping closer to both of you, grabbing your shoulder and pushing you back. His had a fierce look in his eyes as he glares at Taehyung, who's nothing but amused.

"Walking Y/N back to your room." Taehyung shrugs, emerald eyes shining amusingly at Jungkook's obvious jealousy.

Jungkook snarls. He opens the door to his room, pushes you in and slams it behind him, not caring how rude it was towards his older friend. Taehyung could do nothing but laugh.

"What were you doing with him?" Jungkook demands, nails digging into your shoulders.

"Walking back-"

"Why was he touching you?"

"He always does." you furrow a brow at Jungkook. It was clear that he was upset about something, yet you couldn't fathom why.

Jungkook removes his hands from your shoulder and scoffs. "You're my pet, human." he sneers out, eyebrows tight and jaw locked. "Not Taehyung or Jimin's."

You gulp, sauntering back from him. Jungkook's sudden anger was caught off guard by you because - like stated - Taehyung always touched you. He always stroked your hair and called you cute - even if Jungkook was around.

"You shouldn't let anyone touch you anymore." Jungkook hisses, his voice coming louder. "I'll have to kill them if they do. I'm the Prince of Ivictus and you're my pet!" Jungkook is screaming now and all you could do is tremble with wide eyes at his sudden outburst. "And you're going to be nothing more than a pet that serves me and me only, you stupid Human."

His words cut deep, now more than ever. Jungkook had not called you his pet in months, nor had he called you human. You enjoyed the way he said your name - your mind telling you that the two of you were becoming friends.

You were wrong after all.

"Go to sleep." Jungkook hisses, turning around and slamming the door open and closed.

You make your way to his bed and lay upon it, feeling tears whelm into your eyes at Jungkooks sudden harsh demeanor - not fully understanding in your young mind why he was being so cold towards you - especially when it had to do with Taehyung. He never acted this way prior to Taehyung petting you.

Jungkook doesn't return to his room until after dinner hours later. His father had asked for you and he claimed you had fallen asleep after so many hours of learning "dumb Human education" and was far too exhausted for dinner. Of course it wasn't the truth - yet you didn't deserve to eat tonight after being far too kind to Taehyung.

Jungkook wasn't jealous - he would never be jealous. He was a Prince and Taehyung could never compare to him - no one could compare to him at that. You were his Human and warming up to one of his friends is unacceptable. It was evident that he'd allow you to be comfortable for too long - sleeping in his bed when pets should be on the floor, having an education when it was clear you didn't need one.

Jungkook scoffs as he opens the door to his bedroom, just thinking about how you were adapting to this as a vacation.

Jungkook closes the door behind him, it was dark yet he could see clear as day - perks of being one of his kind. He can hear your soft breathing to know you're asleep. He makes his way to you. His shining eyes catch the dried tears on your cheeks as he climbs upon his bed. You don't move as he does this. He doesn't lay down and instead continues to watch you - the way your chest inhales and exhales.

Jungkook thinks about Taehyung's words - how cute you were. It wasn't the first time he heard his friends go on about how "such a cute Human" she was and "how such soft Human hair" with the "biggest and innocent human eyes". It was growing tiring hearing about you from his friends when they had no right to be so amazed. It was as though they never seen a Human before.

But as Jungkook thinks about how "cute" you were to his friends, his mind tells him that he guessed you were cute. You weren't ugly to him like the other Humans he saw - even other beings from different planets. You were soft - he knew as much when you would hug him when you saw him after your studies. He supposed you weren't a bad pet - you were just a friendly pet and that's not what he appreciated.

Jungkook doesn't think when he kisses your lips - it was something he wanted to try. He witnessed his father kissing his mother and wondered what it felt like. He once called it "adult germs" until one by one, his friends told him they all kissed someone - and Taehyung leaning down close to you wasn't something he was risking.

Maybe it was selfish of him to kiss you while you slept - but he couldn't risk it any longer. He couldn't risk you going around having anyone steal a kiss from you - especially his friends (who swore that they saw you nothing more than a human friend).

Jungkook stiffens as you stir in your sleep. You don't wake and instead turn towards him and continue on with your slumber. Jungkook releases a sigh and lays his head upon his pillow. He touches his lips, the warmth of your lips tingling on them still. Jungkook hums, slightly smiling to himself at the giddy feeling. He allows himself to get closer to you, his chin placing gently at the top of your head.

You were his pet, after all. And there was nothing wrong with a master cuddling with his pet.

"Maybe you're attracted to her." Jimin says with a knowing smirk on his lips, furrowed brows. "It's normal. You're a growing boy."

"Don't be stupid!" Jungkook hisses, hands clenching.

Jungkook turns away from his older friend who was now laughing at him. What he needed was advice - not to be teased.

You were now 15, and Jungkook being 16 - 17 in a few months and would be off for training - has sensed there was a change in him. Of course, the normal change - his height increased, his voice deepened and he was growing an insane amount of hair all over. The Prince was excelling in his training alongside his father and would be fit for a King - eventually, those on Ivictus had a long life span. However, his mind couldn't stop the intrusive thoughts when it came to you.

"It's okay to want to fuck-"

Jungkook clenches his fists again, his eyes narrowing at Jimin.

Jimin rolls his eyes. "...want to be sexually active with her." he rephrases his words, knowing Jungkook didn't take disrespect when it came to you lightly - even if he claimed you were only a pet to him. "You're with her almost all the time."

Jungkook feels the tips of his ears redden when it comes to you and anything involving his growing attraction. Over the years, you sleeping in his bed was established and he has begun to enjoy your warmth as you did his. He didn't always have these thoughts about you - you were just a pet he desired to be close to. All the time.

At around 15 he woke one too many times to his hips rutting into you and his hands wandering. He would always push himself away from your sleeping figure as if you burned him and curse at himself for touching you. But it happened day by day - and even though the two of you were older enough now and didn't need to bathe together, he could never stop himself from allowing you inside the tub that was filled with too many bubbles. Still, his eyes didn't wander to your figure and he made sure to keep his distance from you.

Jungkook wouldn't tell Jimin that the thought of touching you begins to be so unbearable that he had to touch himself for relief, his mind imagining it was you doing it. It didn't make himself feel any better once the deed was done, however, and all he does feel is guilt for thinking of you in such a manner. You were his pet - one of his favorite people. You've grown alongside him and became far more submissive and happy to be with him.

Jungkook decides that Jimin is no help - so he would have to go elsewhere for help. It takes him months to get the intrusive thoughts out of his head. He stopped the baths you took together - even if he could hear your heart beating rapidly in confusion. He no longer cuddled you close to him as the two of you slept - ignoring the way you tossed and turned at night. But in the end, his intrusive thoughts as a growing boy no longer occupied you.

You're embarrassed when you see him - Jungkook and another girl engaged sexually. You had apologized profusely and ran out of the room as fast as you could. You remained in the hallway, back against the wall as you waited for him to be done. As long as you lived in the palace and could roam freely without any trouble, you always enjoyed being in the familiar room Jungkook and you shared.

It was another 10 minutes before the girl leaves, ignoring your presence entirely. Jungkook has stepped away from the room and eyes you before walking down the hall. You follow him, arms behind your back. "Are you going to take a bath?" you ask him quietly.

Jungkook nods his head, turning towards the door. He glances behind you. "What are you doing?"

"Can't I join?" you tilt your head at him, in a way that makes his heart ache. "We always take baths together until you stop."

Jungkook breaths in. His mind questions if your body felt the same for him as his did for you. Your eyes didn't look at him in the way he knows his did yours. You didn't touch him the way his sleepy figure did yours.

"Don't you think we're..." Jungkook trails off. "...too old?"

You eye him for a second, a blank stare on your face. "Would you prefer we shower?"

Jungkook feels his throat run dry and suddenly, his shorts feel far too tight. You weren't dumb in the slightest - but far too naive to get what he was intending. Maybe it was because you've dealt with Jungkook since the both of you were children and didn't see him as nothing but a master - a friendly master. He didn't scare you anymore or call you degrading names. He wasn't too rough with you or punish you for things that weren't your fault.

Jungkook hums. That was it. You were his pet, after all. He would consider you his friend in a (human girl) pet form that didn't want to change the routine the both of you shared. You didn't see him in the same light he was beginning to see you - and that was good. You were pure; not corrupted by the thoughts and you'll never will be.

"Okay." Jungkook murmurs, turning towards the now open door. "We can shower."

Jungkook and you enter the bathroom, a smile adorning your lips. He'd never shower with you before - never seeing the point of it. He enjoyed the baths he shared with you until the thoughts came - and he hoped that after his relief with the unnamed girl (he didn't care for her to learn it), that the thoughts for you wouldn't return.

The shower was large and as you begin to remove your clothes and step into it, it turns on automatically as it senses a body. Jungkook is frozen as he stares at you - now naked and enjoying the warmth of the shower. He's surprised at the revelation that he's never actually seen your body before - it was always covered by the bubbles and the fact that he would look away as you undressed.

Jungkook tears his eyes away from you and undresses himself. He enters without a word, trying his hardest to not look at you. More water makes their way out and onto Jungkook. The water is refreshing and it assist in calming his nerves.

"Do you want me to wash your hair?" you ask him.

"That'll be hard to do since we're not sitting down." Jungkook murmurs, the sound of the water hitting against the floor brings a sense of peacefulness.

"Hmm." you hum. You're unsure what to do for him. You grab the soap resting on one of the bars into your hands. It's natural, you note, made by one of the guards wives as a gift to Jungkook after the guard overheard him having dry skin. You rub it into your hands then begin to rub it along his shoulders.

Jungkook stiffens feeling your hands on him. You're washing him - something innocent and pure, yet he can't help but moan to himself as your hands roam his body. From his shoulders, to his neck then torso. You're humming softly to yourself - but his ears can pick up everything. You often hummed to yourself whenever you washed his hair or vice versa.

"I can wash your hair." Jungkook chokes out when he feels your hands rub along his adomen. He quickly turns you around and grabs the nearest shampoo bar - he's attempting to get his breathing in order when he rubs his hands on the bar and then inside of your scalp.

Jungkook tries to not let his eyes wander around your body as he massages your scalp. You're his pet - an innocent pet who's grown to love him over time. What he isn't going to do is allow these disturbing thoughts to hinder his relationship with you.

"Do you love Uma?" you ask him after a few minutes as Jungkook is finishing with shampooing your hair.

"Who's Uma?" Jungkook scoffs with a roll of his eyes. "Turn around so we can take the shampoo out."

You do as you're told. You open your eyes slightly to look at him, smiling when your eyes meet.

"The girl you were with earlier." you say as Jungkook begins to rinse the shampoo from your hair.

Jungkook gulps. He wasn't aware you knew the girl. You didn't have many friends that weren't his - nor did you spend much time outside of the Palace without him, the guards or even his friends. He was now comfortable with his friends enough to know they wouldn' hurt you - and hopefully not have the same intrusive thoughts he had for you, that was something he would never allow.

"No. I don't love her." Jungkook answers truthfully. He hadn't even known her name. All he did know was that he was a Prince and had all types of women at his disposal if needed be. "Why do you ask?"

You don't respond to his question immediately. It was as though you were thinking - processing his words.

"You were having sex with her, right?" your words make his fingers stop in your scalp. He wasn't sure where you were going with your questions.

"...Yes."

You open your eyes to look at him, your eyelashes blinking away the water droplets that laid upon them. "I was told you're suppose to have sex with people you love." you're tilting your head at him, genuinely confused. It was what you were told by the Human scholar when it was time for you to learn about your body and that of the opposite sex. The scholar couldn't tell you much about those of Planet Ivictus - just that they were nearly the same as Humans.

Jungkook doesn't respond. He's unsure how. Maybe this is how Humans thought - having sex with just people you love. It was different on his planet and sex was nearly a sport at this point. The girls had high sex drives when the full moon was present and the men were almost always ready for sex. He's had plenty of sex by the time he hit puberty and was encouraged to do so to relief pent-up frustration - and also so he wouldn't take any of that frustration out on you.

"You are." Jungkook nods slowly. He's unsure what to tell you - or why you're even bringing up the idea of sex. You never have before, but then again he was much careful who he brought to his room. He always made sure you were away or occupied when he had - and that the aroma of sex was well cleaned from the room and there was fresh sheets for you to come back to.

You nod your head at him. Jungkook hears your heart beat faster as you come closer to him, eyes large and full with curiosity. "Can I have sex with you?"

Jungkook thinks about anything to make his cock deflate. He thinks about the time his father forced him to eat raw Alien meat as a form of "survival". He thinks of when Jimin laughed so hard he threw up an insane amount of food he ate moments prior - literally anything to not make him grow hard at your words. Such innocnet words - as though you knew not the true meaning of them.

"Why would you want to do that?"

You step closer to him, eyes blinking to look up into his own eyes. Your hands place themselves on his chest as you come closer to him. "You're suppose to have sex with people you love." you answer. "And I love you."

Jungkook doesn't know how to respond to you. He's astonished at your words of admission. You pleading to have sex with him - someone who has never been touched before by no man - not even himself, and you were his pet, after all.

Jungkook turns his head from you and sighs. "You don't mean that."

"I do." you assure, coming even closer to him. "I want to have sex with you!"

Jungkook gulps.

"You're my master. You're allowed to do anything to me."

Jungkook groans, he could feel himself grow harder by the second. But he tells himself you don't know what you're asking of him.

"You need to stop." Jungkook swallows. He turns to make his way out of the shower, the second stream of water disconnecting at his absence. "You don't want me to do that."

Jungkook hears your footsteps following after him, your stream of water turning off behind you. "I do mean it!" you call after him. "I do mean it, Jungkook!" you sound seconds from crying at how cold he was being with you.

Jungkook turns his head abruptly, his eyes glaring at you. "Stop it." he hisses - a hiss that makes you flinch. He manages to not skim your body. "I'm not doing that with you."

Jungkook snatches a towel from the rack and begins drying himself.

You cross your arms and glance at the ground. "Is it because you don't love me? Did you love Uma more?"

Jungkook curses at himself mentally. You had it completely opposite and he regrets telling you that sex and love are the same - because they weren't. Not with him at least. He didn't care for Uma in the way he cared for you and Uma wouldn't be someone he brought back to his room.

"It's okay if you don't love me." you tell him, stepping closer until you're directly behind him. You place your check against his back, an action you did often since you were a child of 8. It was different now - he was taller and his body much more sculptured. "I know not all masters love their pets."

"Who told you that?" Jungkook knits his brows. You never spoke like this before. It was rare for you to address him as master and yourself as a pet. You knew your situation as much as he did. He was no longer a child that demanded you call him by his Royal title.

Jungkook turns to face you, waiting for your response. You place your head against his chest this time, arms loosely around his waist. He ignores the way your breasts are pressed firmly against him. "Another human pet told me. She said that she pleases her master all the time."

Jungkook hums, processing the information. He wasn't aware you had another human acquaintance. Obviously, they were posioning your mind with the intrusive thoughts you never had until you associated with them.

"She told me what she does." you continued. "I can please you with my mouth."

There it goes. The blood rising inside of Jungkook makes him push himself away from you.

"Get dressed." Jungkook hisses. "And stop fucking talking to that whore. She's corrupting your mind."

You and Jungkook get dressed, both silent. Jungkook isn't a fool to your hurt feelings - he could sense the way you're saddened by his words. The two of you make it out of the bathroom and down the hallway. It was quiet, no guards roaming the halls.

"Are you going to keep seeing Uma?" you call as you near the bedroom. "Or Hadiza? Jimena? Bora or -"

Jungkook turns around. He stops you in your tracks. How long have you known about the girls he brought to his bedroom? You knew of their names and as far as he thought, you had no idea.

"Why are you questioning me?"

"It's not fair that you have sex with them and not me." you exclaim, your eyes narrowing at Jungkook as he did to you. It brought back memories of your younger self - how you willingly fought against him with no fears. It was one of the reasons he grown to like you.

Jungkook inhale then exhales deeply.

"I don't want you to keep having sex with them." you murmur, but your voice is stern. There's a glint in your eyes that makes Jungkook scan your entire body language.

"Who are you to tell me what not to do?" Jungkook scoffs. He was amused - you were growing territorial and he can only blame himself. He allowed you to have freedom over him and situations. He ran when you called and made sure no one even caused any harm to you that now you stand before him demanding things.

"I'll kill them if you have sex with anyone." your words reach his ears and replays in his mind. You don't say another word to him and instead turn around and make your way opposite of his room. He watches your figure until you aren't in his line of vision.

Jungkook's ashamed. Ashamed because your words cause something deep in him - desire? Adoration? He wasn't sure himself. He's more ashamed that he feels himself grow harder at your words - you were far ahead of yourself in thinking you could kill any of the girls he brings to his bed, but the threat alone excites him.

Your threat rang true - year after year. Jungkook chooses to play with you as if you aren't capable of killing. And of course you weren't. That didn't mean you weren't going to use your connections. You crying to Jimin about Uma clawing you on your cheek makes the boy upset, nearly attacking the girl for putting her hands on you. You're dripping in blood when the King see's you, declaring that one of the girls Jungkook brought to his room became "jealous" of how close he was to his pet - soon her whole family was banished from the palace grounds and had to live on the outskirts of the planet.

Year after year, Jungkook tested you and you showed him that no matter who he brought to his bedroom - even who he spoke to - wasn't safe from you. You had no strength, skill or will to kill them - but ruining their lives for the sake of having Jungkook to yourself was worth it to your eyes.

Jungkook was no fool to your plans - as sick and twisted as it was. He knew the way in which you hurt yourself and blamed it on the girls he associated with - yet his friends wouldn't believe it if he told them, neither would his father. You were the cute innocent human pet - who was not so innocent any longer. At 17, you were growing into your womanly figure. You insisted on sleeping in his bed when you were well adored in the palace to have your own bedroom. You rubbed his pack every night, kissed his neck as far as he allowed you to. You snuck into the shower with him one too many times to count, all claiming to be a loving pet for him.

The people of Ivictus had grown to adore you, as well - a rare instance for a Human. You sauntered around the Planet without being harmed and no longer needed guards or Jungkook to escort you. You had your fair share of admirers - and those who disliked you, yet you never cared for them. They weren't living the life you had and that would make anyone envious.

Now as you're 18, you're awaiting Jungkook's arrival back to the Planet, along with Jimin and Taehyung. The three men were sent out on a year-long mission outside of the Planet and you've wanted nothing more than to be with Jungkook again - even settled on counting the days until his return. You were left bored without him. Sure you had the palace at your disposal and whatever you wanted to buy from the shops around the Planet - yet that wasn't what you truly desired.

You've planned it out perfectly - of course with help of your Human friends who was also a pet to one of the elites in the palace. She assisted in buying you clothing - or lack thereof - to attract your master. She claimed it would allow him to see you in a different light - and this time you hoped she was correct. Your desire for Jungkook had grown from a tiny crush to a full blown obsession. With the amount of information she entrusted into you, you wished for nothing more than for Jungkook to do the things her master did to her.

'A master would never allow another person to touch what's there.' she told you.

You're chilly - the lingerie clinging onto your body doesn't allow much warmth, but if you wanted Jungkook you needed your body to be on full display. You're dosing off - the sun has since set and you've waited for Jungkook long enough. When you hear the door open and close gently, you're yawning awake, sitting up slightly.

Jungkook's eyes shine in the dark and your appearance doesn't go unnoticed by him. The smoothness of your skin, the white fabric against it and the way it reveals a lot without revealing too much - even if he does know what's beneath it already.

You're beautiful - Jungkook is aware of this. You've grown from the young child he met just a a couple years younger than him to an adult woman now. Year by year it's as if you develop more, growing more into your beauty. You were a dangerous creature that has Jungkook's mind wandering. He feels at time that you're the master and he was your pet that was wrapped around your finger - ready to pounce when you told him to.

"Jungkook." you murmur, voice low and groggily. "I missed you."

"We talked everyday." Jungkook snickers. He saunters closer to the bed, his eyes examining your figure, thankful Human's couldn't see well in the dim like he could.

"It's not the same." you huff. Lifting yourself up, you bring yourself to the edge of the bed.

Jungkook places his hands on both sides of your cheeks. He furrows a brow. "Have you been good?" he questions, but he knows the answer. You're mischeivious as it comes - doing whatever until you get your way.

You nod your head, but he see's the smirk forming onto your lips.

"Good girls don't lie." Jungkook chuckles, removing his hands from your cheeks.

Jungkook takes a step back and that's your queue to stand and hug him. You jump, wrapping your legs around his waist, knowing he'll catch you. You inhale his scent - he showered before coming to his room.

"Did you miss me?" you ask into his neck, lips close to the nape of it.

Jungkook hums in agreement. He knows what you're doing - it's the same tricks you do time and time again. You kiss along his neck, reaching his earlobe. You bring it between your teeth and nip lightly.

"Where did you get this from?" Jungkook traces the white fabric against your skin. "I never seen it before."

"I bought it new. Just for you."

Jungkook only chuckles. He brings himself down onto the bed, you cling on top of him. You snuggle against him, the feel of your ass on his groin is evident but he's trying everything in him to pretend he cannot feel it - to not give in to your advances.

You lean back, smiling sweetly down to him. "Do you like it?" you question, giggling.

Jungkook smiles, places his hands on your thighs as he scans you over. His eyes rack to your hips, from your chest until they reach your collarbone and neck. His eyes narrow, a frow forming onto his face. He then lifts himself into a seated position, his right hand grabbing your shoulder roughly. "What's on your neck?" he demands a response.

You yelp at his nails digging inside of your skin. You're squirming on top of him. "Jung-"

"Who put their filthy hands on you?" Jungkook barks harshly, his tone ansty. "Someone took advantage of you, didn't they? I told Father to not allow you out by yourself." Jungkook touches the marks - marks that appear like bites on your skin. "Tell me who took advantage of you and I'll kill them myself!"

Jungkook was ready to assassinate anyone who thought it would be a good idea to touch what was his. You were known around the planet as belonging to the Prince - untouchable and should remain unharmed. Who was bold enough to do this while he was away? Or at all for this matter.

"Answer me!" Jungkook screams, hands wrapping around your neck.

"I-I'm sorry!" you cried, tears welming into your eyes.

Jungkook removes his hands from your neck, shaking his head. "It's not your fault." he assures. "Tell me who hurt you and I'll kill them, Y/N. They don't deserve to live any longer after-"

"I let him touch me." you cried harder, handing your head low. "I allowed him to because you didn't want me."

Jungkook examines the way you're crying - face red with the tears streaming down at a rapid pace. Your heart beat is erractic - out of control as it beats nearly out your chest.

"You let another man touch what's mine?" His words were calm, all the screaming and anger long gone from his voice - but you know well enough that Jungkook was beyond angry.

You shake your head, but Jungkook doesn't wait for a response.

"You allowed a filthy man to taint you? To touch you?" Jungkook's throat lets out a growl. "All because I wouldn't?"

Jungkook is livid - the thought of someone touching you makes his blood boil. He shakes his head - they take advantage of you. You weren't in the right headspace to allow them to do this, yet he's angered with you.

"I didn't let him do anything else." you cry, nails gribbing onto Jungkook for dear life. "I couldn't have sex with him. I wanted it to be you."

Your weeping figure does things to Jungkook - he's far more upset that you're crying than anything else.

Jungkook places his hand on your cheek and wipes the tears away with his thumb. He eyes you for a moment, reading your expression.

"You don't listen to me." Jungkook mutters with a shake of his head. "No matter how many times I try to protect you...you never listen. It's my fault for allowing you to have such freedom and reign of not only me but others."

You blink and sniffle.

"All these years I fight to protect you and give you a good life." Jungkook tsks. "And all you want is to be treated like a whore."

You shriek when he grips your hair. He's strong when he flips you over.

"And now I have to treat you like a whore." Jungkook shakes his head. "So you won't go out there and have another man do what I should have done to you years ago."

For the first time, you feel Jungkook's hands roam your body. He grips your breast, slides them down your waist and even grasps your ass. You're moaning at the sudden feeling of his hands all over you - it feels scandalous. Finally, your dreams of being with Jungkook were beginning.

Jungkook leans down to kiss your lips - the sensation sends shivers throughout his body. He hadn't kissed your lips since he was a young, naive and spoiled child - kissing you because he would be damned if anyone else had before him. His clothes begin to feel far too tight for him now.

Jungkook trails his hands to your breast now, ripping the thin fabric to allow them to spring free. His mouth dips down to kiss along the flesh, fingers massaging them. You arch your back when you feel his tongue swirl around your nipple - his eyes examine your expressive reaction. His breathing was heavy. He had wanted you far too long now, his mind completely blank when it came to the morals he had prior.

"I want to pleasure you." you plead, the erotic feeling of Jungkook sucking along your nipples becoming nearly unbareable. Your stomach was churning and you felt a tingle between your legs. "I know how to do it! I promise."

Jungkook nods his head. You were so cute begging to please him - he would have to reward you later with that favorite sweet you enjoyed.

You simper, pushing him back gently. Your hands grab his pants, tugging on them until they're released, along with the breifs he wore beneath them. You lick your lips when his cock springs out, nearly hitting you in the face if you hadn't moved.

Jungkook nearly explodes at the sight of you wrapping your tongue around his tip. His mind is screaming at him - how did you know how to do this? It's obvious whoever the Human girl you were associating yourself with was becoming an influence on you.

Jungkook curses when he feels the back of your throat mixed with the sounds of you gagging against him. He's twitching - you were too much for him. The thought of tainting you makes him go wild. The fact that his pet was pure and wouldn't be with another man but him brings him to great joy and a sick satisfaction.

Jungkook grabs the back of your hair. Your eyes are watering as you stare up at him. He begins to thrust inside of you, you're coughing but you refuse to stop him. You're in bliss - being with Jungkook was what you wanted for years now. The amount of times you've hurt yourself and blamed it upon the women Jungkook has been with were well worth it - now you had to assure he was yours and no one but yours.

You nearly cough when you feel a warm substance shoot in the back of your throat - he hits deep to the point you feel as if it'll be coming from your nose. Jungkook removes his cock - long, veiny and full of girth - from your throat. You struggled swallowing his cum, but you managed. You're coughing, tears streaming down your cheeks and nose red and swollen.

"You're so beautiful, pet." Jungkook coos, yanking your head up to kiss your salty lips. "I'm going to fuck you now, okay?" Jungkook chuckles darkly at your eager nod. "And I'm not going to prep you first, either. A whore like you should already be wet for me."

It was sadistic and he would hate himself later, but now he had to be inside of you. It doesn't take him long to rip the rest of the flimsy lingerie off of your body. He was correct - you were dripping. Who knew his pet - someone so innocent and pure - would be so filthy for him right now. He spreads your legs, his shining eyes noticing how tight your pussy was and he feels proud of you for not allowing anyone unworthy of your purity.

You hiss, gripping your eyes shut when you feel Jungkook enter you whole. You bite your lip, trembling. Jungkook places a hand upon your cheek, his thumb rubbing it calms you. But his actions say otherwise and he wastes no time in thrusting into you at an alarming pace. As much as your body aches at the pain being caused by him - you can't love him any less.

Jungkook grunts as he fucks into you, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. You were wet and tight - far too tight for him to handle. You were pure for him and him only, your body belonging to him. Destined for him to take and do as he pleased. His fingernails dig into the skin of you knees as he brings them up to your shoulders, enjoying the way you clench around him with more urgency.

"Your pussy's so tight for me." Jungkook chuckles darkly, his eyes opening to look at your face. "You waited for me all this time, haven't you?"

You nod your head. You were glad the pain was subsiding and forming into pleasure. Your eyes open in time to see it - his tentacles. He hadn't brought them out in front of you in years - not unless he had to. You didn't scream or cower away - you feel them wrap around your legs, one softly around your neck while one places itself along your clit. You shake your head, arching.

"I know you love it, pet." Jungkook laughs aloud, his pounding only getting more powerful. His tentacle plays with your clit as one wraps around your nipples. "You love whatever I do to you, don't you?"

You're nodding your head, twitching. Your body didn't feel like your own - you're unsure what was happening. You didn't want his tentacles to stop pleasuring you as much as you didn't want his cock to. You feel the tears of pleasure form and slide down your cheeks. "I love you so much, Jungkook." you cry out.

Jungkook hisses. Your words were going to make him cum - but that doesn't mean he would cum for good. He had high stamina and could go for as long as you'd allow him to.

"Say it again." Jungkook hisses.

"I love you." you repeat again and again, each time earning Jungkook deeper access to your pussy. "I love you so much, master." you cry out, twitching uncontrollably. Jungkook feels the liquid hit his check, but neither him or his tentacles stop - not when he was so close to cumming himself.

"I'm going to breed you." Jungkook's eyes were bloodshot - his thrust was far too powerful for a Human to handle, yet you were taking it as well as you could. "I'm going to fill you up until you're pregnant with my heir."

The tight grip Jungkook has on your legs makes you bleed, but neither of you care. You came an excessive amount of times - overstimulation being an understatement. Your eyes are rolling and you're covered in sweat and cum (and possibly blood) - but you can't bring yourself to regret your decision to fuck Jungkook.

Jungkook cums deep inside of you, head hung low - the thoughts of you being full of his cum and soon with his child plaguing his thoughts. You would be glowing and round with the heir to the throne - a child so powerful that could even rival him as an infant.

Jungkook falls besides you, chest trying to find any air left. Who knew a Human - a virgin one at that - could make him so weak.

"Please, Prince Jungkook there must be-"

"I don't make mistakes!" Jungkook hisses. "She has pointed out your Human as the one who took advantage of her."

The man shakes his head as the Human boy is dragged out of the home. A crowd forms around the home, yet not too close to the Prince. There's whispers surrounding them, the red sky above them shining down at the pathetic Human.

You're standing besides Taehyung as Jungkook brings the dagger across the Human's neck, the crimson blood splattering on the grass below them. There's a few yelps and shrieks, but no one does anything.

The Human's body hit the ground and all Jungkook can do is spit upon him in disgust. An act against his woman would never go unpunished. He waves his hands to a few guards and they're quick to dispose of the body, pushing the crying woman away from the dead body. Jungkook reaches you, his eyes glancing around to the crowd. "And that goes for anyone who touches what's mine." he hisses.

Taehyung glances at Jimin from across from him who gives him the same amused look. He wished he would've made the bet with Namjoon when he said Jungkook would be wrapped around the Human's fingers in no time. Little did you know, Jungkook had killed and harmed far too many men in your honor - those who spoke ill of you never went unheard to the Prince.

"Let's go home." you wrap your hands around his with a small smile.

Jungkook allows you to drag him away from the quiet crowd, all eyes watching the way you appeared to tame the once irate Prince.

As you walk towards the palace, a familiar set of eyes are watching you. You see her - the same Human pet who you took advice from many times before. The same one who insisted you sleep with your master when you were young, the same woman who assisted in buying you the lingerie and who ultimately covered you in bruises to make the Prince jealous in being yours. You smile at her, nodding your head slightly and she does the same with a smirk on her lips.

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W.I.P Snippets (1)

Plaything: (Idol!Bts) Your first year in South Korea was amazing. You got to live out your dream of being an English teacher at a private Academy. You’ve attended concerts from your favorite musicians and even acquainted yourself with new friends. But, no good life last forever and now you find yourself jobless, homeless and living out of cheap motels. You’ve reached your last resort- becoming an Idol playmate. W.I.P

Public Enemy (Part 6/7): (Mafia! Doctor! Seokjin) You’re a young doctor - an intern fresh out of medical school - and begin your career at the best Hospital in South Korea. You would’ve been swimming in student loan debt if it wasn’t for your boyfriend of 1 year, Shin, paying it off in full. You were shocked at the action and questioned where such money came from. You got you answer when your boyfriend himself comes rushing through the hospital doors with a bullet through him. completed

Public Enemy (Part 7 of 7): (Mafia! Yoongi) Your elder sister was not one to disappear. After quitting her job she fought and worked hard for years in, you knew something was wrong - even when everyone insisted there wasn’t foul play involved. So, you go on your own investigation to find the truth of what just happened to your elder sister. completed

Deceived: Your life was perfect - you had an amazing husband, a beautiful daughter and neither of you wanted for anything. Your world flips upside down once your husband comes to you fuming claiming the daughter he has come to love isn't his - paternity test in hand. W.I.P

Ecstasy: You were pregnant by 19, married by 20 and divorced by 25. You weren't focused on dating, especially when you had a 7 year old. However, you weren't against it. Just when you were about to dip your toes in dating, your ex-husband returns and he's less than happy to hear about you 'attempting' to date. W.I.P

Public Enemy (Part 5/7): (Mafia! Hoseok) You wonder where Hoseok goes off to when his work phone calls at all times of the day and night. It’s a bother - especially when the two of you are on a date. You suspect he’s cheating on you and decide one night to follow him and witness just where he scurries of to. completed

Bound: Jimin has tried everything in his power for you - one of his closest friends - to get laid. He realizes that your kinks don't match with just any man besides one; another friend of his - Jung Hoseok. You've met Hoseok many times and don't think your masochism can be satiated by someone as bright and sunny as him. completed

Public Enemy (Part 3/7): (Mafia! Detective! Namjoon) Your life was going great. You’ve been promoted from police officer to detective - something you’ve worked hard for. Your first case was to solve a murder of a local drug dealer brought to the hospital who you suspect foul play from. completed

Forbidden Fruit - Kim Namjoon is a new professor at a local University that has all the girls swooning over him. He becomes entangled with one student - you being far too persistent for his own good. Professors are strictly forbidden to have any form of relationship with their students - but the forbidden fruit always tastes the best. completed

Cruel Intentions: Organized Crime - Namjoon finds you captivating - but for the sake of his pride, ego and heart, he sure as hell hopes you are who you say you are. However, you aren't a foreigner coming from the States to Korea as a stripper - you're an Undercover detective coming to take down multiple Mafia families in Korea; Bangtan being your top priority. (Set around 9 years before Cruel Intentions)

One Time Thing - You always thought Namjoon was the whole package - tall, dark hair with an amazing physique. Let’s not forget the personality and the intelligence was an added bonus. Too bad he was your best friends boyfriend. W.I.P

Public Enemy (Part 2/7): (Mafia!Jimin) After the sudden death of your boyfriend, Shin, of 2 years - by the hands of what you assume was a rival of his - you find yourself in deep shit. He assisted in paying your college tuition and other expenses you needed for school. Once the bill runs high and you’re threatened expulsion, you need money fast. Your decision to work as a camgirl wasn’t your first option, however, now it may be your only one. completed

Starring Role: Jungkook regrets introducing Jimin to your content. You’re his favorite camgirl (and the only one he watches rigorously) and he would’ve never thought he would be head-to-head with his best friend. The contest? Win a night with you. completed

Glory and Gore: The point of blind dates is to not know who you're meeting prior to the date. You were set up with Jimin by a mutual friend. Sadly for Jimin, he didn't know you were a serial killer who killed your victims after fucking their brains out. Sadly for you, you didn't know Jimin was a vampire and wouldn't be killed easily. W.I.P

Seduction: You were sick of Kim Taehyung, Park Jimin & Jeon Jungkook - the local fuckboys at your University. These men knew they could have any women with a snap of their fingers - all except you. This is how you find yourself attempting to seduce all three men in order to crush their hearts like they've done to the women before you. W.I.P

Public Enemy (Part 4/7): (Mafia!Hitman! Taehyung) You’ve been with your boyfriend, Shin, for 3 years. The relationship wasn’t perfect and the two of you butted heads often which resulted in him buying whatever designer items to get back in your good graces. For the last few months, you begin to notice a slip in his character and question just what he does when he isn’t with you. completed

Insatiable: ( Part 1) (Part 2) You noticed your Junior Year of High School that Kim Taehyung, Senior, didn’t like you. It didn’t get too far, however, just verbal “teasing” and taunts. But, now that you were a sophomore in University he decided he had enough. Maybe he was a changed man - or maybe because he saw that tight skirt you wore with those lace panties peaking through. completed

Seduction: You were sick of Kim Taehyung, Park Jimin & Jeon Jungkook - the local fuckboys at your University. These men knew they could have any women with a snap of their fingers - all except you. This is how you find yourself attempting to seduce all three men in order to crush their hearts like they've done to the women before you. W.I.P

Sweet Serial Killer: The city is shaken up by the sudden murders going around - all by a man who claims he is doing so in the name of justice. People are divided - those who agree with the mysterious serial killer to do what the justice system has not; and those who disagree and want him captured and sent to prison. (Part 1 to Lethal Lovers) completed

Lethal Lovers: After finding out Jungkook is Yeonma, the vigilante serial killer that has the nation in a chokehold, he offers you a deal you refuse to turn down. (Part 2 to Sweet Serial Killer) completed

Public Enemy (Part 1/7): (Mafia!Jungkook) You don’t ask many questions when your boyfriend - a High School sweetheart of 4 years by the name of Shin - splurges his money on you and other luxuries. However, you know well enough that he works for one of the biggest mafia leaders of South Korea. completed

Cult: You've grown reclusive and naive to the world - your mother has sheltered you throughout your life. That was until you've grown of age and desire to see said world for what it was - through the eyes of 7 men - 1 in particular - who all claimed to be Gods of a new world. W.I.P

Insatiable: (Part 1) (Part 2): One thing for sure, Taehyung compelled you. You couldn't not think about him after your night in the woods. However, you also couldn't keep your mind off of your best friend, Jungkook, who gives you every reason not to. completed

Cruel Intentions: (Mafia!Yandere! Jungkook) (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Finale) You adored your eldest brother - you truly did. Before his addiction got the best of him, he was amazing at caring for you and your other siblings. Now, however, it was your turn to care for him without the help of your siblings who long abandoned him, advising you to do the same. Once your brother manages to get himself imprisoned, you realize just how much trouble he got himself into. Once your family is threatened, you offer to pay off the debts your brother owes with the one thing any powerful man couldn't resist - your virginity. completed

Starring Role: Jungkook regrets introducing Jimin to your content. You’re his favorite camgirl (and the only one he watches rigorously) and he would’ve never thought he would be head-to-head with his best friend. The contest? Win a night with you. completed

Seduction: You were sick of Jeon Jungkook, Park Jimin & Kim Taehyung - the local fuckboys at your University. These men knew they could have any women with a snap of their fingers - all except you. This is how you find yourself attempting to seduce all three men in order to crush their hearts like they've done to the women before you. W.I.P

Slave 19990319: In the intergalatic slave trade, the human race are hastily becoming the slave - or pet - of choice. When you were a child, you were given to a young Jungkook - a prince from another planet - as a pet and grown alongside one another. completed

Concubine 19990319: The King doesn't approve of Jungkook's relationship with you - a human pet - and agrees to arrange a marriage with the Princess of a neighboring planet, Planet Amare. Soon you're considered nothing but the Princes Concubine. Desperate times call for desperate measures and you refuse to let Jungkook be taken away from you. completed

One Way or Another: (Part 1) (Finale) You recant the horrible story of how you met Jeon Jungkook - a now ex-boyfriend of yours - to your therapist. You opened up about the obsessive and toxic behavior that has you constantly looking over your shoulder for the man you've been running from for years.

wicked • masterlist

↳ Summary: In a desperate hope to stop war from breaking you are a serviced to wed the most vile man alive, the one who has committed atrocities and war crimes beyond comprehension, he who is responsible for the fall of many nations, the wicked prince who’s heart is made of stone. You are to marry a man who challenges every belief and moral you stand for, all while being faced in a foreign land with nobody but yourself too trust…But are you both truly that different? Or is hate not too far from love?

↳ Pairing: Jungkook/reader 

↳ Genre: arranged marriage AU, enemies to lovers, it’s kind of a period AU??? Historical but also technically not? prince!AU, eventual smut

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8 

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15…

// Extra Content //

Denial = Desperation

incestuous | yoonminkook

synopsis —  after moving in with your naughty stepbrothers jimin and jungkook, the horny meter in your life gets completely thrown off when the cute older neighbor yoongi decides to pay you a visit

genre — fluff; smut

warnings — 18+ language and sexual content, fingering, handjob, penetrative sex

word count — 5.5k

The past year has been nothing short of a crazy whirlwind, not only because your parents had finally divorced after years of a failed marriage, but also from dealing with the fact that they've moved onto dating other people. A big part of you wishes for your family to have stayed together, but seeing your parents much happier after separating gives you quite some comfort amongst your already busy life. Just when you've finally started to get used to your routine living with your single mother, she had randomly dropped the bomb on you about moving away for a new job opportunity.

"(y/n), you've got to understand! This'll be really good for my career!"

"But mom, I still have the school year to finish! I can't just leave with you!"

After a dramatically serious sit-down conversation with your parents, your dad had agreed to let you stay with him and his new wife at their house so you could still complete the rest of the semester at your school. But what they'd failed to mention in detail was how interesting it was going to be living under the same roof with the wife's sons from her first marriage.

"Hey I'm Jimin and this is Jungkook!"

You don't know where to look, now that you've walked inside the huge unfamiliar mansion you'd be calling your home for the next few months, your eyes flickering from the stunning white marble interior of it to your two hot stepbrothers that keep coyly observing you as they greet you by the main door.

"Oh hey, I'm (y/n)."

It's rather awkward talking to them all of a sudden, the right words failing to form in your stunned brain as Jungkook snatches the duffle bag out of your hands in a rush, your feet immediately keeping up with both the boys as they smile at you and turn around, their slim figures quickly skipping up the stairs.

"So, that's gonna be your room. You're right in between me and Jimin hyung."

"I get my own bathroom because I'm older but you'll have to share that one with Jungkookie at the end of the hallway."

Jungkook rolls his eyes at Jimin before he throws the duffle bag onto your bed and bounces down on the mattress as if it's his own, legs sprawled all over your sheets while he stares at you standing by the door. Something's caught Jimin's attention though as he's looking out the window all of a sudden, his hand raising up and waving at someone outside, with a huge smile on his face.

"It's Yoongi hyung!"

Just as quickly as he'd fallen on your bed, Jungkook jumps up and giggles while dashing back down the stairs, Jimin's palm curling around your wrist before he happily drags you right behind Jungkook in a jiffy. Why do they run around so much? Your eyes quickly fall on a cute boy standing by the house's entrance when you reach the bottom of the steps, a gummy smile spread on his lips when Jungkook pulls back from the smothering hug he's giving him.

"Here. I baked these cookies for the new girl. That you? I'm Yoongi, Jiminie and Jungkookie's neighbor. Nice to meet you."

An entire cookie has already made it's way down Jungkook's throat by the time Yoongi steps inside and extends his hand out to shake yours, your cheeks already blushing from the way you're instantly attracted to his calm and cool aura, not to mention his handsome looks. He appears older and more mature than your step bros, confirmed by the fact they keep calling him hyung, your obvious crush on Yoongi hidden though as you quickly get a hold of yourself and kindly smile back at him.

"I'm (y/n)! It's so nice to meet you too."

"Cute name."

Yoongi's not afraid to boldly tell you how he feels, the flirtatious glint in his eyes unmistakable and seriously inviting, making a sudden pang of heat shoot up your gut as your gaze falls on the smirk forming on his lip. But you're snapped out of your emotions when Jimin protectively wraps his soft arm around your shoulder, a frown now settling on his face.

"Back off, hyung. She's our sister."

"Um, step sister. We don't even share the same parents... so we might as well not be related."

Jimin gives Jungkook a death stare for that blunt comment, his grip over your shoulder getting tighter as he holds you close, Jungkook casually ignoring his older brother while he stuffs another cookie into his mouth.

"Will you guys relax? I'm only here to drop off cookies for the cute girl."

Jungkook starts cackling while high fiving Yoongi, the older boy's brazen comment clearly meant to trigger Jimin even more, which he is since he's begun to huff and puff, your own lips now parting into a giggle as you shyly stare into Yoongi's pretty, cat like eyes. Jimin's neck jerks to the side in your direction after hearing you laugh, right before he throws an order at you.

"You better stay away from him, (y/n)."

"You better hang out with us more, (y/n). Jimin hyung, go chill with your girlfriend or something."

Jungkook pushes Jimin aside and pulls you towards himself, his muscular arm crushing you into a side hug while Jimin stares at you dumbfounded. Deep down you know what Jimin's saying is probably true, that Jungkook and Yoongi seem like trouble, but hell, you wanna have all the fun while it lasts. At least until the school year's over.

But you quickly learn that with the fun comes the pain of living with your step brothers, especially with your dad and his wife being out all the time because of their office work. It doesn't help that Jungkook almost never locks the bathroom door shut, the amount of times you've seen him shirtless or just simply in his boxers deserving of a dip in some holy water, not to mention the moans and sweet talk between Jimin and his girlfriend miserably shaking the shared wall between your rooms up at odd hours of the day.

"Gosh, do they ever stop fucking?"

"It's gotten worse lately. They keep breaking up over the dumbest shit and then making up with the sex. Come on in, let's watch something."

So glad you've got Jungkook's room to escape into and away from hearing all the moans and grunts echoing out of Jimin's room, you smile and nod at your younger step bro as you flop down on his bed next to him.

"Uh what'd you wanna watch, (y/n)? How about porn?"

You loudly gasp right before you choke on your spit, hastily turning to the side to stare into Jungkook's doe eyes full of mischief, a big smile quickly bursting out on his face when he observes your shook expressions.

"I'm only kidding. I'll put on Fʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ."

But despite your attempts to drown out the noise coming from Jimin's room, the thumping of his bed against the wall can somehow be felt all the way to Jungkook's room, Jungkook's hand restlessly tapping on his own thigh while increasingly getting distracted from the episode playing on the TV in his room. Your eyes can't help but travel up from his firm thighs to the boner that seems to be forming inside his sweatpants, his sharp eyes catching you staring at his crotch within a second.

"So, you wanna help me with this? I promise I won't tell."

His index finger's unashamedly pointing to the outline of his hardened cock, your palm instantly smacking on your mouth in utter disbelief.

"Jungkook! We're family!"

"We're really not, if you think about it. Come on, I'll help you too."

The way he's now tucked his palm onto your inner thigh cuts off your breath, the way his gaze trails towards your lips entirely shaking your core up. It's true you're not exactly blood related to Jungkook, but this still somehow feels wrong, although you fail to question yourself when you allow him to lean in and press a deep kiss on your lips. Your brain's lost against your heart in that moment, your conscience reminding you again how truly attracted you are to Jungkook. And who wouldn't be? He looks like he could easily be in one of those swimsuit catalogs, his stunning body and his even more charming of a face a double whammy against your pathetic little weak ass heart.

"Jungkook... what if someone comes in-"

"Shhh, just let go."

Is this what it feels like being seduced? It's your first time giving into a boy like this, Jungkook's hand now picking yours up and lightly placing it down on his bulge to urge you to massage him, while his own hand starts rubbing your clit through your leggings. His face is so close to yours, his soft lips pressing kisses on your cheek before he pulls you towards him with a swoop of his other arm around your waist. He's succeeding to melt your body underneath his touch, his digits slipping inside your bottoms while your palm keeps rubbing his boner that's ready to pop out of his sweatpants anytime. You bite down on your lip when his teasing fingers finally reach your bare clit, the motion of them gently circling your bud already driving you insane.

"Touch me too."

Your skin's met with the delicate one on his cock as you angle it out of his sweatpants, his thighs clenching from the way you immediately start stroking his length, his long fingers slipping into your hole while you both fully get into arousing each other like the horny kids you are.

"Fuck yeah. Just like that."

His words are giving you assurance that you're doing this correctly, your fingers slowly smearing his precum dripping out of his tip onto his cock, making the motion even smoother as you glide your palm up and down. It's difficult to keep doing it though as your own body shakes and twists from the way he's pumping his fingers into you, repeatedly grazing past that sweet spot within you that's making your core clench from pleasure. You can't hold it in much longer, a moan leaving your mouth right before Jungkook kisses you again, his tongue softly pushing into your mouth and exploring it while your tongue excitedly plays around with his.

"You gonna cum for me?"

Your words absolutely push Jungkook over the edge, the way you've bit his lip while asking him the direct question an incredible turn on for him, his cum now spurting out of his tip as he deeply sighs into your cheek. Despite the pleasure running through his system, he doesn't at all get distracted, his fingers badly on a mission to get you cumming too, right before a rhythmic knock on the door makes you both freeze up in panic.

"Yo Jungkookie, it's Yoongi. Can I come in? Jimin seems occupied heheh. Gotta talk to you about that cutie step sister of yours."

Just like that, your orgasm's totally cut off, Jungkook's smooth fingers still deep inside you while you both remain madly frozen, staring into each other's bewildered eyes. Yoongi's standing right outside the room while your palm's still wrapped around Jungkook's now softening cock, his cum stained white t-shirt wet and in desperate need to be changed.

"Jungkookie? You in there?"

"Uhh what? Hold on- one minute, hyung!"

Your trembling, unsatisfied core is left empty when Jungkook slips his digits out of you with a soft pop, your hand immediately letting go of his length as he jumps out of the bouncy bed and lifts his sweatpants back up. He's taken his t-shirt off now, his hands scrambling to find a fresh one from a cabinet when Yoongi twists the door knob open and walks inside on his own, just as you've straightened your slouching body up against the head board of Jungkook's bed. Your heart's beating out of your chest when Yoongi's eyes pierce into yours first, a questioning look then forming on his face while staring at Jungkook's bare chest, which is quickly being covered as the boy throws a black t-shirt over it.

"Oooh what's going on in here?"

"What'd you think, huh hyung? We were obviously hooking up but you busted us. Tsk tsk..."

You should've known not to trust Jungkook to keep his damn mouth shut, the urge to literally want to die in the moment getting worse when you notice the proud smirk on Jungkook's face. You're internally screaming, your mouth fully stuttering as you panic to try to clear your name right away from the bold accusation, which is obviously true. But you don't want Yoongi finding out about all of this. What would he think of you?

"Gosh! Stop lying! We were just- he was just- hot. So he changed his shirt!" 

"I see."

By the tone of his voice and the way he's smiling, you know Yoongi hasn't bought your pathetic attempt at a cover up, Jungkook's honest confession more believable than your made up story. Jungkook coughs before falling back down on the bed, his head now comfortably resting on your thigh after he rolls around towards you. You quickly scoot away from him, eyes still on Yoongi, even though Jungkook manages to re-secure his head back on your leg as if he's got dibs on you, then looking up at Yoongi himself.

"So, you wanted to talk about my cute step sister?"

"Yeah. (y/n), do you wanna go out with me tomorrow night?"

You're taken aback by Yoongi's direct request, his straightforward persona charming you even more than before as he cooly stands there waiting for your reply. Yoongi obviously didn't know you were inside the room when he'd knocked, but he confidently turned the situation in his own favor by asking you out on a date, that too without the fear of Jungkook knowing.

Jungkook seems unusually fidgety while an awkward silence takes over the room, his head plucking off your thigh and face turning upwards to observe the flustered look on yours, a subtle hint of jealously flickering through his round eyes when he hears your shocking response.

"Yeah, I'm down."

"Cool, I'll pick you up at 7?"

A stupid smile remains plastered on your face as you nod at Yoongi, his endearing gummy grin in return making your heart madly flutter. But you get distracted as Jungkook sits up on the bed and lightly shrugs his shoulders as if what just happened doesn't really affect him, although you can sense he seems a bit annoyed by how you'd so easily gone from giving him attention to fully appearing under Yoongi's spell.

"What's going on, you guys?"

Jimin's head pops into the room, a little bit of panic ensuing within you when you realize how pissed he's going to be after learning you're going out with Yoongi tomorrow. Just like how Jungkook had hit Yoongi with the truth about you both hooking up though, he does the same to Jimin.

"Oh, nothing much really. Just (y/n) and I hooked up and now she's going out with Yoongi hyung."

"Hah. Very funny, Jungkookie. Now come on, (y/n). I'll introduce you to my girlfriend! I'm sure you both will get along well. Bye boys!"

You don't know whether you should feel bad about how gullible and naive Jimin is, or be relieved he didn't suspect the truth to actually be the truth. Ignoring Jungkook as you're irritated by the way he can't keep quiet, you get up off the bed and sweetly wave goodbye to Yoongi, then following Jimin to his room, the thought of hanging out with the older boy the next night already making your heart beat faster than ever.

And it's more perfect than you could've imagined, Yoongi being the right combination of a gentleman and a bad boy all in one, keeping the evening interesting at all times through his impressive words and actions. You already knew he wasn't the type of guy who'd go above and beyond to sweep you off your feet, planning a casual date at the local diner and a walk along the river after getting ice cream instead, but he'd made you fall for him hard just from the sheer fact that he was mature and sensible.

And now, after he'd walked you to the front door of your house at the end of a lovely night, your breath gets stuck in your throat when he smiles at you and extends his arms out for a hug. It doesn't even take you a second to follow through though, your arms instantly wrapping around his neck as you fall into his warm hug, the scent of his musky cologne the tipping point that kicks off the ridiculous hormones flooding through your body.

"I had a great time with you, (y/n)."

Yoongi's soft lips graze yours as he speaks, only your heads pulled back to face each other while your bodies remain tightly embracing one another, your lips now savoring his taste as he wastes no time to kiss you. And you kiss back just as easily, the makeout quickly heating up as you both let go.

It's all seems like a blur how you'd made your way over to the couch, your lips refusing to part Yoongi's even when you trip and your back sinks into the cushions, all while his body hovers straight on top of yours. It appears as if nobody's home, all the lights being off when you'd first unlocked the front door of the mansion with your own set of keys, your heart entirely content in the moment since Yoongi seems so into kissing you, quietly humming and smooching you as his tongue softly mingles in with yours.

"Do you wanna fuck? God, you're so hot."

He takes a quick pause to utter those words right before he swoops back down and starts making out with you again, his silky black hair whipping around on your forehead from the motion. Your body temperature keeps rising by the second, your head eagerly nodding in approval to his question, the want to feel Yoongi fuck you senseless getting stronger than ever.

And he does just that, staring at your naked body with an intimidating hunger while he remains on top, completely unashamed of thrusting in an out of you in the middle of your dad's living room with the bright ceiling lights on full blast. There's no romantic setting with candles or coddling with roses when it comes to being with Yoongi. He gives you exactly what you need, a good fuck with a passion that's indescribable, and without the unnecessary flattery that some girls love oh so much.

"Fuck... I'm so close."

You can practically feel your orgasm snatched away when Yoongi pulls out after hearing your comment, your mouth now wide open in shock.

"Bend over the couch."

You almost feel dirty as your palms dig into the couch, your ass angled up towards Yoongi so he can now stuff his rock solid cock into you, a scream escaping you when he does it effortlessly with no warning. The unholy sound of his balls slapping your ass echoes through the massive first floor of the house, your moans shortly mixing in with the noise as Yoongi keeps slamming into you at an overwhelming pace. He's begun grunting with each thrust, your core tightening when he reaches deeper and hits your g-spot, this angle more pleasurable than you'd anticipated.

"Fuckkkk."

You don't really hear him swear, a muffle resounding from his mouth instead as your orgasm gets you distracted. His movements slow down after the condom's filled with his cum too, his hand gently caressing your ass as if he's complimenting you for holding strong through the sex. But strong is the last thing you feel as your legs give out, your knees falling into the couch after Yoongi's pulled his length out of you, a soft chuckle parting from his lips when he observes your shaking body.

"You are perfect."

Those three words keep replaying in your mind even after Yoongi's kissed you goodbye, your feet now skipping up the stairs towards your bedroom while the big smile on your face refuses to wipe away. You lay out your pajamas on your bed, then happily grabbing your towel before heading to your bathroom for a quick shower to wash yourself clean.

The warm water trickling down your body relaxes your sore muscles, the calmness finally settling in your heart after an unimaginably exciting evening with Yoongi. But it isn't until you're out of the shower and patting yourself dry with the towel that the comforting silence gets disturbed, the door to the bathroom now slowly pushing open before Jungkook's lean body quietly slips in through the small slit.

"Oh my God! Jung-"

His palm curls around your mouth to hush your panic stricken yell, the towel falling down on the tile before Jungkook's chest bumps into your back. The fact that you're naked and exposed in front of your step bro like this almost paralyzes you with worry, but it's not like you haven't been intimate with him before, the memories of jacking him off just yesterday engulfing your mind as Jungkook wraps his other arm around your waist. He's deeply staring at every inch of your skin through the reflection in the mirror up ahead, his palm gradually pulling away from your mouth even though your chest's still heaving up and down from the embarrassment.

"I heard you guys downstairs... I was in my room, you know. You didn't think I'd let you go without finishing what we started, right? I owe you one."

He's obviously referring to the orgasm that he wasn't able to give you after Yoongi had untimely barged into Jungkook's room, the way Jungkook's lips are now trailing down your neck and warmly pressing a kiss on your shoulder melting you right up, against your own damn will that is.

Was this wrong? Probably. But were you going to stop him? Definitely not.

Your naked skin's starting to feel damp, a thin layer of vapor forming all over your body as you're still locked inside the congested bathroom. The steam from your shower's misted up the air within, Jungkook's own face feeling slippery from the condensation when you cup it with both palms, tongue down his throat without any thoughts clouding your mind. Your bare ass stings from the cold tile of the counter top when Jungkook grips your hips and plops you on top of it, his arms now tightly snaked around your body while your sensitive nipples graze against his soft gray t-shirt.

"We really shouldn't be doing this."

Jungkook totally ignores your comment, pressing his thin lips back onto yours to shut you up in between inhaling shortened breaths, both of your chests panting from the rising sexual needs. His mouth slowly trails down your chin to taste the gentle skin on your neck while also attempting to give you a small hickey. But you push him off just in time to avoid the suction of his lips, afraid a red mark on your neck would raise questions, especially from Yoongi and Jimin who'd obviously wonder how you're getting hickeys, and more so 𝘸𝘩𝘰 exactly is giving them to you.

A slight look of annoyance settles on Jungkook's face, his jawline flexing in frustration after you've pushed him off, the dangerous glint taking over those round eyes intimidating but also a huge turn on as he charges back towards you. But this time, your lips are the ones smooching his neck, a deep sigh and grunt escaping him from the pleasure you're giving him.

"Fuckk. Lemme eat you out."

You've clearly gotten him excited to the point where he wants to pleasure you without wanting anything in return, your core already clenching from imagining the way Jungkook's wet lips would feel on your clit. But your sudden gasp says it all, his lips parting yours and gaze observing how your body's begun to tremble from nervousness all together. You're no doubt feeling overwhelmed, the sex with Yoongi from just an hour ago still fresh in your mind, and now being with Jungkook shortly after is quite a lot.

"Hey are you ok? We don't have to do this right now."

It's almost weird to hear Jungkook care about you like this, his usual immature and horny ass behavior a noticeable contrast to the tending persona he's now displaying, your heart warming up to him in an instant as a cute look of concern flashes through his big bambi eyes. But before you can even answer to his whispers, an unexpected loud thud on the door makes you physically scream out in panic.

"Oh shit sorry, (y/n), is that you? I thought it was Jungkookie. How long you gonna be in there? My toilet's broken."

Jungkook's face immediately scrunches up with worry, his lips mouthing "Fuck! It's Jimin hyung" to you as your body becomes paralyzed in fear for what feels like a full minute. Why do people barge into each other in the most uninviting occasions in this household? It's like a joke at this point.

"Almost done! I'll be out soon."

Your natural instinct kicks in, your finger firmly pointing towards the shower curtain, then forcefully pushing Jungkook's back with your palm to urge him to hide behind the covers, all so Jimin can't see him.

"Kook, I swear to God if you utter a single word, I'm literally gonna-"

Your threatening whispers are hushed up by Jungkook's lips smooching yours, an unmistakable smile forming on his face before he nods at you with assurance, gently swiping the shower curtain closed to conceal himself. With a serious risk of heart failure about to consume you, you quickly pick up the towel from the floor, tucking in the corner fold in between your breasts after you've securely wrapped it around your body.

"Oh hey, sorry for taking long. Go ahead, the bathroom's all yours!"

Jimin mindlessly stares at you after you've swung the door open, the fake calm smile you're sporting fading when you notice his gaze falling down to your chest, your mind awkwardly feeling self conscience at the sight of Jimin observing your half naked body. His eyes appear droopy and red, slightly puffy too when he quickly snaps out of it and looks up into your eyes at the sound of you clearing your throat.

"It's cool, no worries. I'm sorry for scaring you."

He keeps it short, his shoulder brushing past your warm skin as he slips inside the bathroom, your palm clutching your stuttering chest before you start walking straight back into your bedroom, praying to God Jimin doesn't find Jungkook, who's still hiding behind the shower curtain.

You're so relieved to hear a lack of conversation, knowing perfectly well there'd be lots of shouting going on if Jungkook were to be busted, your ears still perked up as you quickly change into your pajamas. The quiet click of the bathroom door shutting, and Jimin's feet noisily strut down the hallway, fading away when he finally enters his room. But the silence is shortly disturbed when you hear the clear sound of sniffles, definitely coming from the shared wall in between your room and Jimin's room.

You bite down on your bottom lip, closing your eyes for a quick second when you feel your brain instructing you to check up on Jimin and see if he's ok. You know you need some time to yourself after this crazy night, but Jimin's been the sweetest step bro to you, unlike the chaos Yoongi and Jungkook seemed to have caused, and it's your job to protect Jimin back like he's always done for you. It wouldn't hurt to stop by his room.

"Hey, you ok?"

Jimin's sitting on the edge on his bed when you pop your head in through a gap in the door, his entire face buried in his palms while his elbows dig into his thighs, head hanging low while he sniffles again. You don't know why he's crying but it sucks so bad seeing him like this, your feet instantly walking in his direction and stopping only when you're right next to him.

"I caught her cheating on me. It's all over."

Your heart shatters after hearing Jimin's painful words, his voice heavy and nasally from all of the crying, his face cherry red in color when he finally pulls his palms off and dismally looks up into your pitiful gaze.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry."

A spike of heat rips through your chest from the anger you feel, the fact that Jimin's girlfriend had cheated on him seriously upsetting you as you sit down next to him on the edge of the bed too. Letting out a deep sigh, your arm consolingly curls around Jimin's shoulder, his head adorably tucking underneath your chin as he snuggles you tight. He's whimpering while a few more tears roll down his plump cheeks, your t-shirt starting to feel wet from the big blobs that keep dripping onto it.

"Maybe I just wasn't good enough. Maybe I could've done more for her."

"Don't say that... Hey, listen to me. What she did is awful and that's totally on her, ok? Please don't blame yourself for anything. You're an amazing person, Jimin. And you're so loved... by all of us."

Jimin sniffles even louder after hearing your words, his body starting to fully shake from the grief, so you hold him closer, both arms completely wrapped around him as his cheek deeply presses into your chest. You gently rub your palm up and down his bicep to get him to calm down, which he finally does after what feels like an hour of cuddles and comfort.

"You're so sweet, you know that? Thanks for this."

"You don't have to say thanks. I'm here for you."

Jimin begins to pull his head back from your embrace, his body weight slowly lifting off of you and now allowing you to breathe better.

"Oh, sorry for crushing you."

Jimin notices how sharply you're inhaling, your lungs expanding to make up for the lost air, your lips then parting in a grin when you see him shyly giggling from the guilt of suffocating you. It feels so great to see Jimin smile again, his tears unbearable to watch. Both your palms squish his cheeks and hold onto them, your thumbs then wiping away his tears as you warmly smile at him from the care you feel for him.

"Now promise me one thing. No more tears, ok?"

Jimin immediately beams at you and nods, his eyes traveling down to your lips soon after, making you feel a pang of nervousness as it hits you just how close your face actually is to his. And the way he now quickly leans in and pecks your lips gets you startled, your body still in shock when he pulls back and reads your expressions for a sign of approval.

"What- what was that for?"

"I just- I need a distraction... I don't want to think about anything."

You get what Jimin's saying, the desire to empty out your mind and have no thoughts something you're also wanting, especially after your insane encounters with Yoongi and Jungkook earlier in the night. You just never imagined kissing Jimin would help make those thoughts pause like they had, this entire act seeming quite counter productive as you're only adding another boy into the mix of your life. But Jimin's pouty lips remain close to yours, devilishly tempting you and winning you over.

It only takes a few seconds before Jimin's hand's already underneath your shirt, his palm softly moulding the shape of your breasts while his juicy lips stay attached to yours. You wonder how someone can have such soft lips, the plushiness a gift that you get to taste, the makeout heating you up as Jimin's thumb teasingly grazes your hardening nipple. Of course you aren't wearing a bra underneath your pajamas, the way you're sucking on your step bro's tongue a reroute from your original plan of crashing into your own bed for a good night's sleep. No point in having regrets now.

"Damn, you've got great tits."

You don't stop Jimin when he lifts your shirt up and off of you to get you topless, and you certainly give him permission to suck on your breasts, the soft pressure with which his tongue's circling your bud inducing shaky moans out of you. Your fingers run through his silky hair as he's bent down, face still buried in your cleavage while your eyes begin to close up.

"Having all the fun without me, I see."

Jungkook's sudden irritated voice startles both you and Jimin, your heads whipping towards the door where he's standing with his arms folded. Jimin quickly picks your shirt off the floor and respectfully covers your exposed chest up, his perplexed eyes widening in shock when Jungkook smirks and chuckles out loud, your own cheeks now burning bright pink.

"Oh don't worry, I've already seen her naked. I told you we hooked up."

"Well... why don't you join in then, Kook?"

promotion | taejin

synopsis — it's a battle between you and your sexy coworker taehyung for that promotion at work, but the big question remains... can you secure it by seducing your handsome boss seokjin?

genre — fluff; smut

warnings — 18+ language and sexual content, fingering, penetrative sex

word count — 2k

"Fuck... don't stop."

The way Seokjin's tongue keeps swirling around on your swollen clit is no doubt driving you insane, his plump lips teasingly giving it a soft kiss while his long fingers simultaneously pump straight into your heat, the fact that you're unashamedly sprawled on your boss's desk with legs wide open for him not at all a point of concern in that very moment. He starts contentedly humming as his squishy tongue licks up the juices that are beginning to flow out of you from the intense arousal, then smacking his lips together and pulling away when he feels your core clenching around his digits, your body now deeply craving that orgasmic release.

"Not yet."

Your breath falters when he kisses your thigh before standing back up on his feet, his sharp eyes piercing yours and refusing to look away while he starts to unbutton his black slacks and slowly pulls them down. As much as you wanna keep gazing into those inviting eyes, you can't help but look down at his throbbing cock now, your mouth instantly salivating and a tingling pinch stinging in your core at the thought of him entering you and stretching you out with his thick length. A gasp escapes you when Seokjin grips your hips with his hands, your dress riding far up as he slides you closer towards him at the edge of his desk, your chest firmly bumping into his while the smooth skin of his member presses into your stomach.

Your eyes roll back when he slips his tip in, your palms digging into those beautiful wide set shoulders when his cock gets fully nestled inside you. You're not even aware of your surroundings when Seokjin starts thrusting into you with a pang of excitement, his fluffy lips kissing yours with a hint of neediness while he tries to muffle out your unfiltered moans. It's crazy hot the way you've got your boss wrapped around your finger like this, his want for you stroking your ego as you've got the upper hand on everyone within your office. It's a blur when this secret affair with him started, your mind having lost the count of how many times Seokjin's undressed you for a quick lunch break, the orgasm you've both reached by the end of it filling your appetite way more than the cafeteria food ever could anyways.

"I can never get enough of this... Enough of you."

You barely hear him, the rush surging through your veins occupying you as he makes you cum in no time, his own breath increasingly shaky in your ear before he releases his load into the condom with a soft grunt. He kisses your cheek as he pulls out, swiftly getting rid of the evidence by unrolling the rubber off and disposing it in the trashcan while you still sit on his desk and catch your severed breath. But a sharp pain rips through your chest now when your gaze focuses on something shiny on the ceiling.

"Jin... the security camera... that wasn't there before! Oh God!"

Seokjin snaps around to see you flop down from his desk and quickly lift your panties back up underneath your skirt, your face twisting in paranoia and confusion when you see him chuckling and gently shaking his head, his arm now stretched out towards you which you hold before he pulls you onto his wide set chest.

"They installed it this morning. Part of the new security protocol. But don't worry, I'm pretty sure they are activating the cameras starting tomorrow."

"Oh... so we'll have to stop doing all of this in here then?"

"Yes. But that's why I wanna invite you to my place this weekend."

You're trying your best to wipe the grin off of your face when you leave his office a few mins later, the thought of going over to Seokjin's house a big step since he's introducing you to his personal life outside of work. You obviously aren't dating him because that would go against the office policy and you could be at a risk of losing your job, but you still like whatever's going on hidden between the two of you as Seokjin's nothing short of dreamy. The sweet happiness within you shortly shatters though as you now hear someone yell out your name from across your cubicle.

"What's gotten you so smiley? Day dreaming about getting my promotion?"

The devil works hard but Kim Taehyung works even harder, not only at his position at the office but also at getting you frustrated by his words and sheer presence. You can't believe you had a fat crush on him when you'd both started working together somehow on the same date last year, but you'd be lying to yourself if you said you didn't still have sexual fantasies about him here and there, especially when your brain's extra fried from working overtime with him late into the nights. You'd quickly realized how the sexy boy, whose also a huge flirt, is majorly cutthroat and selfish at the office, ruthlessly aiming for that promotion that's promised to only one associate this year.

"I don't need to day dream about shit that's guaranteed gonna be mine."

Taehyung hisses at your blunt remark, right before breaking out into his annoyingly cute boxy smile, mockingly shaking his head as he buries his face back into the paperwork out in front of him. You can't help but roll your eyes at him and sit back down in your seat, a smile now creeping up on your lip since only 𝘺𝘰𝘶 know Seokjin's already promised you the promotion.

And just like that, you're announced the senior associate the next day, the hoards of colleagues stopping by your desk to congratulate you pissing Taehyung off by the second, the satisfaction of seeing his face so busted being the cherry on top of your stellar achievement. A part of you knows Taehyung probably deserves this promotion more than you based on his perfect track record at work, but there is a thing such as office politics in the real world and you're a player out in the field ready to snatch what's yours.

"You gonna join us for some cake to celebrate my promotion, Tae?"

It's like mercilessly rubbing salt on his wound, your lips pressing together to hide your obvious smile as you cheekily ask him to accompany you and your colleagues out to lunch, Taehyung's mean eyes shooting daggers at you while he sits still in his chair openly fuming in a bubble of anger.

"No. I have more important things to do."

Without taking another look at him, you turn your back around and strut away in victory, but when you're back at your desk an hour later though, you notice Taehyung is suspiciously looking a little too happy.

"You excited to spend another late night with me? Mr. Kim just dropped a huge assignment on us. Check your email."

It's true, Seokjin did put you and Taehyung on an unexpected new task on short notice, and you're slightly irritated right now as you keep going over the email at your desk. For one, you didn't expect to work late the day you get promoted, and the other thing bothering you being how Taehyung appears oh so cheery about all of this. He's never outright been rude to you, but the way he's got that mischievous look in his eyes as he stares you down from behind his cubicle is quite unnerving.

Before you know it, it's already nighttime, the flow of people filtering out of the office now, leaving just you and Taehyung alone at your little corner. You can't tell if Seokjin's left yet since his room is on the other side of the floor, but before you can try to sneak a peak by ducking your head into the hallway, you hear an obnoxious knock on your table.

"Ready to get started?"

"Alright. I'll go make copies of the documents."

Wanting to get away from Taehyung's unusual giggles, you keep it short and stand up to walk over to the printer room. It isn't until you're done making all the copies when the door to the room suddenly creeps open, Taehyung's tall body sneaking in and then shutting the door closed.

"Wanna know what I found out today, (y/n)? You see, Jungkook from the security team is quite easy to persuade if you slip him some cash."

Not understanding the meaning behind his words, you throw Taehyung a dumfounded look like he's uttering rubbish, but your breath shakes a bit when he takes a few steps closer towards you until your bodies are just an inch away from each other in the already crammed room, his soft breath exhaling out on your nose before he speaks again with an air of pompousness.

"I know you're fucking Mr. Kim. I have the video footage for proof."

It's like your world collapses within a snap of a finger, your entire body freezing in shock after hearing Taehyung's confession. He's biting his bottom lip and smirking at you as your eyes grow wide in panic, the tables completely turned now as he's enjoying the miserable look on your face like how you were doing earlier in the day. You have to act on your feet, your career too precious to be ruined over this big scandal.

"Li- Listen... I'm- I'm sorry for the way I treated you today. I don't know what you want, but please just don't destroy my life because of this."

"The only thing I want is that promotion, and you're gonna get me it."

"Look, I can't just give you my position. How about I convince Jin- I mean Mr. Kim to promote you too?"

"I won't look better than you then. I need something else. I want more."

"What the hell more do you want?"

"Well... I did watch the entire footage of you and Mr. Kim... So, try me now. And shut the fuck up, I notice the way you look at me at times."

You've opened your mouth to retaliate but he hushes you up before you've even uttered any words, his handsome face slowly leaning into yours as a shiver runs down your spine. You should be stopping Taehyung and pushing him away but your own body betrays you, your lips naturally molding with his soft ones while your arms magnetically wrap around his neck when he kisses you. There's barely any space in the tiny printer room, his body pushing yours into the wall behind you, the sounds of both of your heavy breathing mixed with the smooching filling the place up, magnifying the lust growing within you.

Taehyung's hand slowly slides down, now tucking underneath your thigh and lifting your leg up to hook it around his slim waist, his palm hotly rubbing your exposed skin as your skirt keeps shrinking by the minute. He harshly bites your lip down to the point where you gasp out loud, his tongue then licking your wounded skin up as if he cares. You don't know why you find it so fucking attractive, the way he's pressing his hardening cock into you a turn on as he keeps holding your leg up with one hand. He grunts when you run your fingers through his long hair and pull it by the roots, letting him feel a sharp pain too which only turns him on more as the pace at which he's making out with you gets even faster. You moan while his palm slides down to your heat, his fingers fighting past your panties that are stuck to your wetness, those dainty digits entering you in a way that takes your breath away.

"Ahem."

A deepening panic now consumes both you and Taehyung, your widened eyes meeting one another after your lips separate and your heads instantly snap towards the sound of Seokjin's voice by the door.

"You're both fired."

break the ice; part 1.

jeon jungkook x fem!reader x park jimin

genre. hockey au, friends to lovers, smut, comedy, fluff

There are three rules to become an official Puck Bunny:

1. You have to love hockey. No exceptions. 2. You have to had slept with at least three hockey players. Starters, no benchwarmers. 3. And most importantly, have fun!

warnings. thigh riding, sexting/phone sex, dirty talk, pillow riding 01 | 02 | 03

[5:45 PM] Jungkook —u r still cumming to the game tonight right?

[5:47 PM] You —cumming?? 🤔

[5:47 PM] Jungkook —i knew he was doing something shifty to my phone earlier…

[5:48 PM] You —who?!?!

[5:48 PM] Jungkook —that asshole taehyung is so sexy —wtf… taehyung is so sexy

[5:48 PM] You —oh i see…

[5:48 PM] Jungkook —TAEHYUNG IS NOT SEXY WTF

[5:51 PM] You —i already know the truth now, no need to deny it anymore

[5:52 PM] Jungkook  —shut up

[5:52 PM] You —and im cumming tonight!! —i would never miss my best friend win his first tournament trophy!!

[5:55 PM] Jungkook  —do u know anything bout hockey??? —if we win this game we have to win 3 more to win the cup…

[6:03 PM] You —I KNOW THAT YOU ASSHOLE!! —I’M JUST BEING OPTIMISTIC YOU PIECE OF SHIT

[6:05 PM] Jungkook —cool —can you pass by my dorm before you come here? —I left my mouthguard and helmet in my room

[6:07 PM] You —😒

[6:07 PM] Jungkook  —thanks Y/N!! —I love you!!!!! 💘💖💗💏

Monday - Game One

There were many, many times when you ask yourself why Jeon Jungkook had the title of Y/N’s Best Friend ™, and this was one of them. You were perfectly fine with going to his dorm to get the equipment he had forgotten even though it’s out the way, the opposite direction from where you needed to be – your University’s hockey rink – after your long, busy, and not to mention draining shift at work was done. It was no inconvenience, not at all.

But now, there you are, standing outside the home team’s changing room, hearing the rambunctious voices and laughter coming from the other side of the door, as you looked down on your phone with a frustrated expression. You had texted Jungkook that you were there and that he should meet you outside so you could give him his stuff, but he had a different suggestion.

[7:37 PM] Jungkook —just come in

Gritting your teeth together, you send him a few angry texts telling him that you couldn’t do that and why. They go unanswered, and you contemplate on just leaving his stuff in front of the door and just text him that it’s there. But then you remember that Jungkook was probably freaking out about the upcoming match, the first of the final games that could name Yonsei University as the Champion of the National Korean University Hockey Cup – the first time in 10 years, and against Yonsei University’s fiercest rival, Korea University, as well. The whole school is counting on the Yonsei’s men’s hockey team to win so they can rub it into the faces of the Korea University students who have been on their high horses for far too long, thinking that they’re so much better than the students at your school.

So you’re going to give Jungkook a break – just this once.

With a deep breath – and boy you need it, because the youngest player was still in his high school AXE spray phase – you turn the knob of the door and open it, taking your first step into the loud and musky-smelling changing room. As you walk through the room to find your best friend, whistles and catcalls can be heard from every direction.

“Y/N, baby, smile for us!” You hear Kim Jonghyun (Jong3) call out, probably because of the unamused expression on your face. You don’t do as he says, choosing to stick your tongue out instead and that makes him laugh, smacking the arm of the poor, unsuspecting rookie, Lee Donghyuck, beside him.

In just under a minute, you hear every sickly pet name a guy could say to a girl – baby, sweetie, honey, sugar, angel, my little broccoli (Yugyeom is a weird one), baby doll, baby girl, babyface, babe, bae, and did you already mention, baby? - and if it were any other guys but the Yonsei’s men’s hockey team, you would have been putty in their hands. But alas…

Okay, sure, they were all good looking and they all have incredible bodies, but you knew them all too well. They were like 18 brothers from 17 other mothers.

“Y/N! You naughty girl! I knew you couldn’t get enough of me!” a fully nude man by the name of Kim Taehyung says, blocking your path with his legs spread far apart and his hands on his hips. He wiggles his brows up and down, smirking, and it takes a lot of effort to not look at the thing dangling between his legs. Okay, you can’t call this one your brother because the two of you kind of did the ol’ roll in the hay, like two bunnies in heat, once before.

“If we win today, you’ll make my night again, right? Like you had many times before,” he whispers in your ears, occupying your space.

“It was only two times!” You whisper back harshly, looking around to see if anyone had heard.

Fine, it was twice. But never again.

You heave a sigh of relief when you see that no one overheard, they were all too busy in their own conversations (but let’s be real, the other boys probably already know).

“You had fun though, don’t lie,” Taehyung says with a giggle. You ponder it for a moment, and yeah… You guess he was right. But you shrug, not wanting his ego to inflate even more.  Winking, he adds, “I had fun too…”

The dark chuckle that falls out your mouth as you shake your head while looking down, hair falling to your face, had Taehyung shivering in fear – or was it arousal? He concludes that it was definitely a mix of both.

“Taehyung, sweetie…” You begin, bending down to pick up a skate close to you, still avoiding looking at his little friend. When you’re up again, you begin to slide off the skate’s guard seductively and Taehyung follows the way your hand grips on it tight, his Adam’s apple bobs with a hard swallow. “If you don’t move out of my way right now –“ Your eyes finally flick down to his length, involuntarily biting your bottom lip at the sight of it. You clear your throat after realizing what you had done, gaze quickly flicking up to see Taehyung licking his lips seductively.

“I will cut your dick off,” you finish, making his eyes widen in shock.

The captain of the team,Kim Jonghyun (Jong1, or JR), hurries over when he hears this, snatching the skate out your hands. “Hey, hey, hey… I don’t think Jooheon wants the blood of Taehyung’s dick all over his skates-“

“Definitely not!” Jooheon calls from across the room, grooming his hair up in front of the mirror (what for? You had no clue, it’ll be covered with a helmet anyway…).

Jong1 chuckles, then slaps a hand down on Taehyung’s shoulder, squeezing hard so the boy finally snaps out of his shock daze to look at him, “- and we still need this one to win the championship, unfortunately,” he gives you a wide smile, “- but when the games are over, feel free to cut his dick away!”

“Hey!” Taehyung pouts. “So you think that’s all I’m good for?”

Jong1 ignores him to continue, “The Golden Boy is in the shower, that’s who you’re looking for right?”

As some of the boys snicker at the words ‘golden’ and ‘shower’ being used so closely to each other, you shake your head, looking at the backpack hanging on your shoulder. “I just need to drop off some of his stuff and I’ll be off on my merry way.”

“Oh, in that case, you already know which locker is his,” Jong1 says as he pushes Taehyung and himself out of the way so you can walk by. You say your thanks to the captain, then headed for Jungkook’s locker at the back of the room, hearing Taehyung ask no one in particular behind you, “Is it weird that what she said turned me on?”

You set down your backpack down on Jungkook’s designated locker/stall when you get there, his jersey - #19 – hanging on the hook in front of you. Sitting in the stall beside Jungkook’s was the team’s left defence, Hong Jonghyun (Jong2), and the only one who is almost ready to step into the rink, already tightening up his skates.

“Hey Y/N, how are you?” He asks, grinning.

“Good, tired, excited,” you reply, grinning back as you unzip your backpack to take out Jungkook’s helmet and mouthguard case. “How about you?”

“Excited, tired, good,” he says, chuckling. “Hey, you’ll be sitting with Yura, right?”

You smile wide, nodding while you place Jungkook’s things on the bench. “Yeah, of course!”

He nods slowly, lips pursing as he starts to reach into his left pocket.

“In that case, can you give her this…” He asks. With another nod, you wait for him to give you whatever it is he wanted Yura to have. He finally fishes it out of his pocket and holds it out for you. Your mouth drops, eyes wide at the black lacy thong that’s dangling in front of you. Jong2 realizes his mistake, stuffing it back in his pocket. “Shit, sorry!”

You laugh awkwardly. “I was going to sa—”

And then he was dangling another pair of panties in front of you, this time bright red and silky. “This is clean, don’t worry. The other one is the… lucky one.”

Letting out a disgusted ‘eugh’, you quickly snatch the underwear from him. You didn’t want the other boys to see your friend’s undergarment. Stuffing it into the front pockets of your backpack, you narrow your eyes at Jong2 as you say, “You mean it’s the used, dirty one.”

“Tomato, tomato.”

You hear an amused laugh from behind you. “You’re disgusting, hyung.”

Turning to face your best friend, you were greeted with the sight of him with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist – his well-defined chest glistening and his still slightly damp hair dripping droplets of water on the ground. Your eyes trail over him from chest to toe for just a quick second, before your looking into his big brown eyes.

“Your things are over there,” You tell Jungkook as you flick your gaze to the bench then back on him. “You owe me one.”

Then without warning, you reached your hand over to him, pinching and twisting his left nipple as you beam up at him, “Good luck, Jungkookie!”

He yelps just as you let go, cackling and already walking away.

“Hey! What the hell, Y/N?!” Jungkook screeches, but there’s a way too amused grin on his face for anyone to believe that he was seriously mad. One of his hands cups his chest, rubbing at the tingling and sensitive area that you had just touched while he bites his bottom lip, a faint pink coloring his complexion as he watches you give words of encouragement and inside jokes to his teammates before finally leaving the room. He giggles, shaking his head, only to catch Jong2’s eyeing him, the latter’s gaze going from his eyes to the bottom half of him.

“What?” Jungkook asks a little too defensively, turning his body away from the left defence’s sight, but he knows he has already been caught.

Jong2 laughs, standing up to clap a hand on Jungkook’s back. “You should go take care of that, Jeon.”

Jungkook grumbles incoherent curses under his breath, but turns around to head back into the shower room. Being hard while on the ice is uncomfortable as fuck.

The stadium stands were already quite full when you arrive, but you knew that there is a seat saved for you so you weren’t worried. You make a beeline to the front, passing by a few of your classmates that say their hello. It seems like every student at your school was there, wanting to be a part of history – to say that they were there at the first game that Yonsei University had finally beat Korea University. Of course, there were a few Korea University students in the stands as well, wearing their school colors of crimson and beige. Although small in numbers, they looked so smug. Like they knew that their team was definitely going to win tonight’s game. It makes you frown deeply, giving the stink eye to anyone adorning the opposing team’s color.

“Y/N! Over here!”

Stink eye and scowl dissolving into a cheerful smile, your eyes find the girl who called your name. She waves excitedly, her yellow-blonde shoulder length hair bounces as she does so. With a wave, you make your way to Hyoyeon and the other girls sitting in the front row, right beside the boards of the rink, the best seats in the house.

The spot they saved for you was in between Hyoyeon and Solji and the middle of all four girls, and when you sat down, the former was already offering the bag of her favorite sour cherry candy towards you, so you take one to pop it in your mouth. As you chew, you discreetly take the piece of clothing that Jong2 gave you earlier before setting your backpack down beside your feet. You reach across Solji so you can give it to Yura. You tried to do it discreetly but the girl just grabs it, holding it up in front of her just like Jong2 did, so shamelessly.

“That motherfucker! I was looking for this one!” Yura shrieks. She then leans to get closer to you, asking, “And he has another one doesn’t he?”

You nod. “Yeah, a black lacy one.”

She gasps, scandalized by the information. “Then that asshole has two! He asked for my frilly baby blue ones on Sunday!”

Solji takes the red thong from Yura. “These are so cute! Where’d you get them?”

Already on her phone to text Jong2 some angry messages, Yura answers absentmindedly, “I think those are from Chuu.”

Hyoyeon frowns at that. “Ugh, I hate their underwear. So uncomfortable.”

“Right?” Yuri, who was beside Hyoyeon, agrees. She holds her nose up high, humming. “And I would never give the boys my underwear. All of mine are from La Perla.”

“All of mine are from La Perla,” Solji mocks teasingly, the high pitch of her usually low voice and the funny face she pulled makes you giggle. “Come on, Yul, everyone here already knows you don’t wear underwear.”

Yuri rolls her eyes. “I never said I wore them, did I? They’re just in my drawers as an aesthetic thing.”

You sigh, green with jealousy. “Man, I wish I could own $500 underwear just for aesthetic reasons.”

“Bitch, you could!” Hyoyeon exclaims, arm jerking back causing the sour candies to hit the couple sitting behind her. They glare at her, but Hyoyeon is too focused on you to care. “Remember Kim Joonmyeon, the left wing forward for Kyung Hee University? He is loaded and he wanted to take you out! But nooooooo, our little Y/N didn’t want to go out with one of the hottest players in the league!”

“What about the captain of Konkuk University’s team? Min…” Yura trails off, forgetting the name.

“YOONGI!” Solji provides for her, remembering the sexy, broody captain whose team played against Yonsei a couple months ago at a practice match.

“Yes, Min Yoongi!” Yura exclaims, looking from Solji then to you. “He wanted you too, didn’t he? How did you have the heart to reject him? HE IS SO HOT!”

“And you can’t forget Lee Taemin! Didn’t he and Yoongi fight for your attention- like, literally?” Hyoyeon ask. Ah… The infamous Yoongi and Taemin brawl on the ice – when in the middle of the game, the two boys - who are on the same team - fought each other until they were pulled apart with purple bruises and bleeding cuts on their pretty faces. Needless to say, you never called either of them after that.

“Or what about —“

“Okay, guys! I get it! I’m irresistible!” you say over Yura, earning the giggles from the other girls.

“Y/N… You could have been an Official Puck Bunny girl months ago,” Yuri says with a sad sigh.

“A year ago, even!” Solji states.

“Hey! I like my unofficial title!” You say, grinning.

Hyoyeon pouts, grabbing your arm with both her hands. “But it would be so fun if you were official! We could all…”

As Hyoyeon lists out the reasons why you should be an Official Puck Bunny girl, you reminisce the days you started becoming friend with these weird but amazing group of girls. It was two years ago when Jungkook got into the hockey team. Being his best friend, you started going to almost every practice and games that you were able to attend – and the four girls were always there (before there was 5 of them – but the lovely Kim Yujin had graduated last year). For the first few times you saw them, you never had the nerve (or the care) to approach them, and vice versa. But their curiosity got the better of them, they had seen you many times with the rookie at the time, the one the other’s called ‘The Golden Boy’, that they wanted to know more about you – and him, of course. Yuri – being the most straightforward – sat down beside you two months after the first time they saw you, asking your name. And that was the start.

After that initial introduction, they started calling you over to join them more often. Soon enough, they realized they weren’t too interested in Jungkook (“Oh my god! He’s a baby!” Solji had cried with a shudder when you told them a story about Jungkook not knowing who the Spice Girls are) but they were more keen in getting to know you. So they let you in as an unofficial member of their little club. They called themselves ‘The Ice Bunny Hoppers’, a group dedicated to sleeping with the men from the ice hockey league. They said that every University had a group like theirs.

There were rules that they abide by, rules that they share with the other girls (and boys) from other schools. Rules that were meant to be followed to a T:

1.     You have to love hockey. No exceptions.

2.     You have to had slept with at least three hockey players. Starters, no benchwarmers.

3.     And most importantly, have fun!

For you to become an official Puck Bunny, you had to fulfill rule number 2, only needing one more notch on your belt. You had slept with Taehyung, of course, and during high school, you were going out with Im Jaebum, the captain of your high school’s hockey team. If it weren’t your connection with Jaebum, you would have never been friends with Jungkook – seeing as your best friend was two years younger than you and the only thing you had in common with him at the time was that he was on the hockey team with your boyfriend.

So those were the two hockey players you’ve slept with, but you had no intentions of sleeping with any other. Both those boys were too much for you to handle – personality and ego-wise. The sex was amazing though.

So you know you’re never going to be an official Puck Bunny girl, never ever.

But you hold no judgment against the girls because all the boys in every hockey team you’ve seen playing in the University League tournament are so damn gorgeous

Although, if you were to pick a sports team at your school to ‘ho around’ for, it would be the swim team. The men’s relay team consisted of Nam Joohyuk, Kim Jisoo, Seo Kangjoon and Kim Seokjin. For those four, you’ll be the #1 water bunny – if that term even exists.

Your fleeting daydream about getting simultaneously gangbanged by the four hot swimmers was rudely disturbed when Yuri’s shrill shrieks fill your ears. With the palm of your hands pressed to your ears, you look around and see the everyone was doing the same, so you turn your attention towards the rink. While you were too busy daydreaming, the light display of your school’s emblem had already started flashing on the ice – the introductions were about to begin.

“Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome your home team – The Yonsei Eagles!” The announcer calls.

One by one, each member of the Yonsei University’s men’s hockey team steps into the rink. They skate around leisurely, waving to the boisterous cheering attendees that were there to support them.

“On goal tonight is #30 – Kim Taehyung!”

When his name was called, Taehyung goes to the centre of the rink and slides across the ice on his knees. When he stops, he smiles his rectangle smile with his eyes squeezed shut and a peace sign held close to his face, the audience laugh and cheer him on loudly.

“On left defence, #2 Hong Jonghyun, and on right defence, #10 Lee Jooheon!”

The two defencemen meet in the middle, high-fiving each other and then they join Taehyung at the left side of the rink.

“And our left wing forward is #3 Kim Jonghyun!”

Jong3 skates to the middle, bowing and blowing a kiss to the audience, and even the girls cheering for the rival team swoon at the sight of him.

“And now give it up for the center forward, #19 Jeon Jungkook!”

The crowd goes wild for Jungkook – he is the Golden Boy after all. He skates a full lap around the rink so dangerously fast that if you didn’t know him any better you would have been concerned that he will wipe out and break his back. Of course, his speed still worries you, but you’ve seen him do it so many times that you don’t hold your breath over it anymore. He zips past you, waving with a huge smile on his face, before skidding to a halt at the centre. Jungkook loves the attention, and he truly basks in it, nodding and smiling as the crowd kept on cheering him on. You roll your eyes as you clap, and when he looks your way, you couldn’t stop yourself from shouting, “Jeon Jungkook, your conceited ass better score some goals!”

Jungkook laughs when hears, giving you a thumbs up before joining the others.

“And finally, last but not least, right wing and team captain, #1 – Kim Jonghyun, otherwise known as JR!”

The handsome captain skates to the middle, waving to the crowd. Solji was screaming the loudest; and when he finds her eyes and winks, her screams resound a treble higher - if that was even humanly possible. He then skates to the side so he can be with the rest of his team, completing the lineup.

And as soon as he joins them, the Korea University players step into the rink to do their own introduction. The crowd was at a 50/50, half cheering and half jeering. The girls you were with cheer them on, they don’t discriminate against rival teams – that would make their player pool quite low if they did that. You choose to just clap languidly.

You weren’t paying much attention to their lineup, the most you listened to was that their goalie was named Park Chanlee – or was it Chanyeol? Honestly, you didn’t really care… That is until a blond haired beautiful Adonis-like man skates past you, staring right into your eyes with a casual and flirty smirk on his beautiful face. Wait, did you already say beautiful? Because that’s what he is, so freaking beautiful.

After that, your gaze never strays from him, and you watch him skate around and around – more like a figure skater than a hockey player, so graceful and beautiful (there’s that word again) - until finally, his name was called.

“And left wing, #7 – Park Jimin!”

Wait a second… that name sounded so familiar.

“Holy shit?! That’s Park Jimin?!” You say out loud, in pure disbelief. Shy, brown-haired and cute Park Jimin? No, no, it can’t be.

“It’s funny how a couple coats of bleach in your hair can change your whole persona, huh?” Solji mumbles, agreeing with you. She shifts her eyes to Hyoyeon. “Hyoyeon’s another example of that.”

“Hey! I was always a sex goddess!” Hyoyeon argues back.

“I have pictures that say otherwise,” Yuri sing-songs, holding up her phone that probably contains 19 years’ worth of blackmail material.

As the two girls argue amongst each other, you hold onto Solji’s arm, looking away from Jimin, who was now at the lineup on the other side of the rink, to peer up at your friend, “How is that possible? When they were here for practice game just 7 months ago, he couldn’t even look at any girl because he was so shy! He couldn’t even look at his team manager!”

Solji shrugs. “I don’t know. Why are you so curious?” She raises her eyebrows, at the faint rosy blush across your complexion. “Oh, I see! You think he’s a hottie!”

Yura leans over, smiling deviously, “I think you’re finally going to earn your official title, Y/N!”

“No, no I’m not!” You say quickly, and then you address Solji’s statement next, “And no I don’t…”

“Oh, really? Not even when Park Jimin can’t stop staring at you?” Yura asks, batting her eyelashes innocently, then both your line of sight goes the golden haired boy across the rink.

And she was right, he was staring at you. Quite intensely as well.

When he sees your eyes were also on him, he bites down on his plush bottom lip before flashing you a panty-dropping lopsided smirk.

The audible swallow you take doesn’t go unnoticed by the mama of your group.

“Sploosh,” Solji jokes, nudging your arm with her elbow. “How wet are you right now, Y/N?”

“Wet?! What?! How does he look?! I’m not wearing my contacts!” Hyoyeon cries in disappointment.

Scoffing, you don’t answer. But when you sat down when they start setting up for the game and getting into their starting position, you realize that with just that look alone, you were very wet indeed. And because of that, you had a hard time taking your eyes off of Jimin the entire game. Even when your best friend scores the winning goal of the night, your eyes stayed on Jimin and the disappointed, defeated look on his gorgeous features.

The thought of bending down on your knees in front of him to make him feel better crossing your mind.

It was chilly outside after the game, and as you wait for Jungkook beside a pillar close to the front entrance of the sports center, shivering and teeth gritting together, you wonder what was taking him so long when almost all of his teammates were already outside talking with the girls or had gone home. The only other one missing was Jong1, and since Solji was missing as well you had an inkling that the captain was getting a victory blowjob somewhere nearby.

For some odd reason, the other girls had told you to stand alone by yourself, and whenever someone would try to approach you to start a conversation (like Taehyung and the two brothers, Doyoung and Gongmyung) they would instantly call them over to talk to them instead. It was very strange; you wonder what they were planni—

“Hey, it looks like you need this.”

In the middle of texting Jungkook ‘HURRY THE FUCK UP’, you peer away from glaring at your phone to the hot pack being held out for you to take. Your gaze travels up, only to find yourself staring eye to eye with Mr. Beautiful himself, Park Jimin. The crease between your eyebrows softens in an instant and you swiftly nod because it’s true, your hands were freezing. Jimin’s face breaks into a cute grin as he shakes the hot pack again and you take it from him, a small ‘thank you’ slipping from your lips.

“You’re Y/N, right?” He asks, but you’re sure he already knows the answer.

“Yes, I am…” Brows drawn together, you drawl out, “And you’re… Park Jimin? Right?”

“Yeah,” nodding, Jimin’s grin widens. “I’m surprised you know my name.”

You managed to bite your tongue and not say ‘well they did announce it before the game started’, the image of Hyoyeon in your head scolding you to ‘not be such a bitch all the time – especially when talking to a hot guy’. Then Yura’s face pops up beside Hyoyeon’s – like two shedevils on your shoulder - screaming for you to stroke his ego. “Yeah, well…You were one of the best players on your team.” You feign shyness, biting down on your bottom lip before saying, “It was hard to take my eyes off of you.”

The visible bob of Jimin’s Adam’s apple at the hard swallow that he takes makes you giggle internally. Boys are way too easy to please and easy to tease.

Nervously, Jimin licks his lips as fumbles to get his phone from his pocket, stammering as he chokes out, “Can I h-have your number?!”

You wanted to make him sweat a bit, pretending to contemplate as you stare hard at the phone in his hand – but you already know that you wanted to give it to him. How can you resist?

Once you actually see him start to perspire slightly on his forehead, that’s when you hold out your hand with a tilt of your head and Jimin’s eyes lights up as he places his phone on top of your open palm. Chuckling, you enter your contact information, adding your favorite emoji beside your name before you hand it back to him.

Jimin stuffs the phone back into his pockets, the pleased smile on his face rounding his rosy cheeks. Then he takes you by surprise by taking both your hands in his, leaning his head down as his eyes peers up into yours through pretty, long eyelashes. You were flabbergasted, particularly when his lovely, plump mouth gapes open slightly to start blowing out his hot breath onto your freezing fingers, warming them up. It wasn’t only your hands that felt the effect, your face also starts to heat up, and more so, the heat between your legs. Discreetly, you rub your thighs together, and a soft moan accidentally leaves you when his soft lips come in contact with the side of your thumb.

Jimin stops what he was doing to smirk when he hears you, straightening up as he gently lets go of your hands. They fall uselessly to your side, the left one still holding onto the heat pack he gave you, but it felt more like a stress ball by the way you were gripping so tightly onto it – aroused and frustrated beyond belief.

“You have to keep warm, okay Y/N? I would hate for you to get sick,” Jimin says with an exaggerated frown. He then closes the space between you, hot breath once again on you but this time on the shell of your ear. You deeply breathe him in and he smelled absolutely divine, like dark chocolate and patchouli; and you hear him groan because he can smell you as well – bergamot, vanilla, and the scent of the wetness pooling underneath your jeans. He pushes his thigh in between your legs, rubbing against the fabric of jeans. He doesn’t stop moving his leg back and forth, the friction now being felt completely by your sensitive core. You whimper keenly as your hands come up to hold onto his muscular shoulders, all the while in his raspy Busan dialect, Jimin whispers in your ears, “Maybe when you get home, you can warm yourself up by touching yourself. I can already feel how hot and wet you are. I bet that your fingers will warm right up when you put them in that pretty spot in between your legs, hmm?”

You nod, eyes squeezing shut.

“I want to hear you, baby girl…”

Not wanting him to stop, especially not after hearing him call you that baby girl, you answer raggedly, “Y-yes.”

But Jimin backs away just when you start to try to grind into him, and you quickly open your eyes, disappointment evident in your features. Ignoring your obvious need, Jimin just smiles so wide that his eyes turn to crescents, and in a cheerful tone – like he hadn’t just whispered dirty things into your ears, like he hadn’t just given you metaphorical blue balls - he says, “It was nice meeting you, Y/N!”

You swallow hard as you stare at him unblinking, still heavily breathing and still slightly dazed as you nod your head. “Y-yeah, you too.”

It’s only when he jogs away that you realized that you weren’t even pissed off that he left you hanging, you were just more turned on. And you also realized that in just a matter of seconds, Jimin had managed to turn the situation around – you became the flustered, stuttering mess while he became the confident one in control. And your final realization was that you were willing to ride his thigh out in the open with so many people around.

Now all of that was surprising.

Once you got your head together, you look towards to the spot where your friends were before Jimin had arrived, and sure enough, the girls were still there, all staring at you with parted mouths and eager rounded eyes. The only upside was that the boys they were with didn’t seem to have witnessed your interaction with the opposing team’s left winger, all too busy horsing around with each other.

But oh god, the girls are never going to let you live this down.

And with a beckon of Yuri’s perfectly manicured hand, you make your way towards them, feet dragging on the ground. There’s no way of getting out of this…

Your walk of shame was interrupted when an arm wraps around loosely on the back of your shoulders, and you peer to the side to see the bunny grin of your best friend. Before you can say anything, you see a girl walking by his side, clearly walking with him. She takes a couple steps ahead and turns around to face the two of you, and you all stop in your tracks.

“I’ll see tomorrow, Jungkook!” the pretty short-haired girl says to your best friend, fluttering her eyelashes prettily. Then her gaze pierces you for a second before it softens to look at Jungkook again. “I had a nice time getting to know you!”

“Yeah, it was great getting to know you as well, Eunha!” Jungkook says happily, flashing her a wide, beautiful smile that exposed all his pearly whites. You look between them, feeling a bit awkward, and even more when she walks away, looking back one more time to do a telephone signal with her fingers, and she mouths with a wink, “Call me.”

Jungkook whistles loudly, staring brazenly at the swaying backside of the girl walking away, then he turns towards you, smirking with a single eyebrow raised, “She’s cute, huh?”

You shake your head in utter disbelief – not because of the girl, but because he kept you waiting to do god knows what with that girl. “Yeah, she’s cute. But didn’t we have a deal that if you were ever to stick around after the game, that you had to text me to LET ME KNOW, instead of me waiting out here in the freezing cold for your horny ass?!”

“We didn’t do anything! We just talked!” Jungkook insists, and you roll your eyes. Sure…

“Okay, whatever, just text me nex—“

“WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!” You were interrupted by Yura, coming up to jab her index finger on Jungkook’s chest. “WHAT WERE YOU DOING WITH HER?!”

The rest of the girls and the members of the hockey that were still around all surround the two of you as well. The other girls looked as pissed off as Yura, and the boys were giving Jungkook sympathetic looks.

As Jungkook tries to give them the same implausible explanation he just told you, you knew that your indiscretion with Jimin was now old news. Because if there’s one thing that your friends can’t shut up about, it would have to be the girls who wore the ‘lone bunny’ badge proudly, without a care or shame.

And that’s exactly who Jung Eunha is - a lone bunny.

And even worse… A lone bunny from Korea University.

“Can you believe them? How is it even any of their business who the hell I talk to?” Jungkook whines, hands gripping firmly onto the steering wheel of his car out of irritation.

“I mean… if you felt that strongly about it, why didn’t you defend yourself?” you ask absentmindedly, your attention more focused on your phone that still hasn’t received any messages from a certain blond-haired Sex God than Jungkook’s dilemma. It’s not like you to be like this, but Jimin has you obsessively checking your phone every second like lovestruck idiot – scratch that, luststruck idiot.

“I tried!”

You shoot him a look as you put your phone back in your pocket, and Jungkook feels your piercing gaze on him, knowing you well enough to know exactly which of your many ‘looks’ you were throwing him even though his eyes were on the road. It was the ‘Cut the Bullshit’ look. “Alright, alright… maybe I didn’t, but why do I even need to defend myself? Eunha’s harmless…”

You agree with him; the girls were a being a little too much. But since you’re not really an official member of the puck bunny club, problems such as ‘the lone bunny’ girls didn’t really matter to you.

Hold on… Weren’t you basically like Eunha if you go after Jimin?

You quickly take out your phone (still no text from Jimin…) and sent a message to the groupchat with the girls.

[11:46 PM] Hyoyeon —nope, you’re good! —No one has dibs on him ^^

[11:47 PM] You —okay… good —wait who has dibs on jungkook??????

[11:48 PM] Yura —you…

[11:48 PM] You —hardy har har, very funny… —no seriously, someone has dibs on JK?!?

[11:49 PM] Solji —jennie kim from snu —and also…you

[11:49 PM] You —JENNIE KIM THE BEAUTY QUEEN?? —WANTS JUNGKOOK!? —I’M SHOOKED —*SHOCKED —AND SHOOK —I DON’T HAVE DIBS ON JUNGKOOK, STOP THAT!

[11:50 PM] Yuri —yeah you do —has jimin txted yet?

[11:51 PM] You —no :’(

Disappointingly even two hours later after Jungkook drops you off at home and after you do your usual nightly routine, your phone was still absent from any message from Jimin. You were starting to lose hope that he was going to contact you at all. You were getting tons of messages from other people though; the girls were blowing up your phone, asking for updates you couldn’t give them, and Kim Taehyung was drunk texting you again - nothing naughty, he was just sending you videos of kittens again.

But it was when you were comfortably in bed and ready to go to sleep when your phone buzzed with a new text. You were expecting to see another link to another cat video or another one of Yura’s many selfie with Jong2 but no it wasn’t. It was a text from Jimin.

It jolts you wide awake, and your heart beat accelerates when you read the message:

[1:32 AM] Jimin —hey Y/N :)

Tuesday - Game Two

The next day around noon, Jungkook picks you up in front of your apartment to carpool to the game together. He was a bit more relaxed today, the win still pulsing adrenaline through his veins, and he was eager to talk to you more about it. You were too tired to celebrate with him and some of his teammates last night, the girls had ordered him to take you straight home before going to the bar and you insist that you were fine to come along but they weren’t having it. Jungkook has always been a bit terrified of his noonas, and especially more after the earful they gave him about talking to Eunha, so Jungkook did what he was told. But you did give him a long tight hug and a kiss on his cheek to congratulate him before you left and that was honestly better than any other congratulations that he received yesterday.

He was still smiling just thinking about - a stupid, love-stricken smile.

From the corner of his eyes, he sees you coming out of the front doors of the apartment building, and so he looks into the rear view mirror to fix his hair, parting his bangs a bit to the side.

He should have detected your foul mood as soon as you entered his car, slamming the door closed and tugging the seat belt with such force that maybe any harder, it would have torn right off the car. But he didn’t, and instead gleefully bids you a good morning.

“Morning…” You reply brusquely.

Finally, he notices the bags under your eyes and irritation laced in your tone. Frowning, he asks, “What up with you?”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” you grunt, turning on the radio to stop him from prying any further.

But Jungkook shuts off the radio, causing you to glare at him. “Just tell me.”

“Seriously, Jungkook… Just leave it.”

Jungkook’s frown deepens. Shit, you seemed angry with him. He knew he shouldn’t have listened to Taehyung… That asshole was probably trying to sabotage any chance that Jungkook has with you – if he had any in the first place.

“Please don’t tell me you’re also pissed off at me for talking to Eunha last night…” He says with a lick of his lips. Grinning playfully your way, he adds, “You don’t have to be jealous! I told you nothing happened!”

Jealous?! You shake your head, now even more annoyed than before. “Jungkook, I really couldn’t care less about who the fuck you talk to, or screw, or whatever… Not everything that’s happening in my life is about you.”

Startled at the way you snapped at him, Jungkook’s mouth gapes open slightly, staring at you while his eyebrows knit closer together. When you refused to look at him, Jungkook scoffs, starting his car and starting to get pissed off himself. “Geez, sorry for asking! I just wanted to make sure everything was cool between us. I just wanted to make sure you’re okay. Is that so fucking terrible of me?”

Silent tension fills the air between the two of you as Jungkook drives towards the sports centre, the game once again on home ice. Neither of you even bothered to turn the radio back on, both seething quietly to yourselves.

It takes ten minutes for you to break the silence, feeling cruel for taking out your bad mood on Jungkook. He has so many things that he is probably worried about, you didn’t want to be another one of them. You turn to him, expression remorseful, “Look Kook… I’m just having a really bad day. I’m really sorry that I took it out on you… Please forgive me?”

From the corner of his eyes, Jungkook sees that you were giving him your signature adorable puppy-like eyes that he could never ever say no to. He has tried many times, believe him, but his effort always futile.

“Fine…” Jungkook relents. “But only if you tell me what’s wrong.”

“I’m just frustrated.”

“Frustrated?”

Nodding, you answer nonchalantly, “Yeah, I really need to get laid. Masturbating isn’t cutting it anymore…”

The car comes to a screeching halt, and you both lunge forward, getting whiplashed. You groan, massaging the back of your neck before you turn to Jungkook to ask him if he was okay, but he beats you to it.

“Fuck, sorry!” Jungkook apologizes, eyes widening with worry. He reaches over to clasp a hand on your shoulder. “Are you okay?! Fuck, I’m really, really sorry.”

“Yeah,” you say with a nod. You were panic stricken, causing you to take short, fast breaths that makes your chest heave in a way that makes Jungkook focus on them. “What about you?! What the hell happened?”

Snapping out of it, Jungkook snatches his hand away from you and place them back on the wheel, feeling his face heat up. How can he explain that the reason for the sudden break was because he was picturing you, in your bed, naked, touching yourself, and begging for him? No, he can’t tell you that! “I… I saw a chipmunk on the road.”

“A chipmunk?” You repeat, looking around to see any sight of a small furry creature, feeling uneasy. “Did you… Did you hit it?!”

“No! I stopped just in time!” Jungkook exclaims, and you sigh with relief with a hand over your heart.

As Jungkook starts driving again, you’re back to your happy and talkative self, changing the subject completely away from the chipmunk and about you being sexually frustrated, which Jungkook was glad for.

Because like he mentioned before, being hard while on the ice is uncomfortable as fuck.

You meet up with the girls at a table by one of the many food stands inside the building. They excitedly bombard you with a million questions about what happened last night, all of them about Jimin and if he had texted you.

In a clearly disappointed voice, you answer, “Yeah… He did.”

Looking at each other, the girls start to worry at the sight of your slumped shoulders and obvious dejection. Before they can ask, you hand them your phone to let them see for themselves the conversation that occurred last night – or more accurately, very early this morning, that has left you feeling exasperated.

“What the hell is this?” Hyoyeon grimaces as she squints at your phone. You shrug, not really knowing how to answer her. Yura peers over Hyoyeon’s shoulder to read the texts you received from Jimin at one in the morning.

“’What kind of music do you like?’!? ‘Haha, I like Arctic Monkeys too!’?! ‘Have you heard— Okay, I can’t read this anymore!” Yura says as she throws her hands up, completely appalled with what she had just read. “He’s so… boring. How can someone so hot be so boring?!”

“’How can someone text you at that time of day just to ask such pedestrian things?’ is a better question,” Yuri throws in. She sighs as she pats your back to comfort you. “This is so disappointing… Here we thought he turned into a Sex God but I guess we were wrong.”

“No one – and I mean no one - can turn into a Sex God overnight,” Solji tells her four deflated and disillusioned friends, her voice so sure. “By looks, maybe… but at the very core where it matters the most? Not likely!”

“But you didn’t see him last night Solji!” Yura cries, shaking Solji by her shoulders. “He was practically fucking Y/N with his glorious thighs out in the open!”

“SHHH! Yura, not so loud!” you beg, pressing a finger on her baby pink coated mouth and she darts her tongue out, licking you. With a glare and a grimace, you wipe your finger on a paper napkin as Yura giggles to herself. After scrubbing your hands clean with the bottle of overly lemon-scented hand sanitizer that Solji had quickly handed you (which Yura was highly offended by but the oldest just shrugs, replying, “We all know where that tongue has been!”), you sigh, “But… yeah… I was really looking forward to… I don’t know…” You’re at a loss for words. After the whole exchange after the game last night, you were hoping for something more… Sexual with Jimin. It’s cute that he is trying to get to know you better, but…

“Come on, forget about him,” Solji says as she hands you the hot dog that you had ordered. You stare at the phallic shaped food, sulking, and she continues, “There are plenty of other guys. Don’t get hung up on this one.”

“Mhm… Oh! Wendy told me that their centre is really good in bed,” Yura relays the knowledge she obtained from a puck bunny from Korea University. “I think his name is Jung Hoseok? You should ask her to introduce him to you.”

Shaking your head no, you take an angry bite off your hot dog. Sure, Jung Hoseok is very good looking, but he’s not Jimin.

“Speaking of… Did you get deets on that girl Jungkook was with yesterday?” Yuri asks Yura, and the latter nods, motioning for the rest of you to lean in closer.

“Oh, have I got a story to tell you all, Tiffany told me…”

The puck bunny community was surprisingly very adoring and friendly. During in-seasons, they would cheer for their respective team but whoever wins, the puck bunnies would still be cordial to each other. They would also share information, like who to avoid (“That guy only cares about getting himself off, don’t bother…”) and who they think would get on well (“Hyoyeon! You would totally love Yeo Changgu!” “The cute goalie?”  “Yeah! Here, let me give you his number.”). And then, during off-seasons, puck bunny groups from different Universities would even hang out with each other, forming bonds stronger than their love for hockey (and the players).

And astonishingly enough, the puck bunny group that you and your friends were very close to was the Korea University group – consisting of Kim Kibum, Tiffany Hwang, Wendy Son, and Nam Jihyun.

Even though your two schools are bitter rivals, you have respect and love for one another.

And that’s the reason why lone puck bunnies were so loathed in the puck bunny community because they don’t respect others and they don’t honor The Code. The code that if one of your puck bunny sister or brother has their eyes on a certain player, you back off.

“So, yeah… She might look all cute and innocent but she’s a SNAKE!” Yura finishes her story, jutting a piece of fry at Solji’s face as she hisses out ‘ssss, ssss’.

Solji waves her off then turns you. “You need tell Jungkook about her.”

“Ew, why me?” You say, face scrunching up. You’d rather not, Jungkook’s love life – or sex life - is none of your business.

“Because he’ll only listen to you!” Yuri states like it’s a matter of fact.

“Oh, nonono… This morning, he already had the audacity to state that I was jealous of her…” you tell them. “If I say anything, his tiny pea brain will definitely be convinced that I was.”

After all of you laugh at the joke at Jungkook’s expense, Hyoyeon asks, “Were you though… you know, jealous of her?”

You stare at her like she had gone crazy. How could she ask you that?

Sure, you felt something when you saw Jungkook and Eunha together last night, but it was more awkwardness for feeling like you were caught in the middle of their flirtatious exchange. It wasn’t jealousy… Right?

Right?

“O-of course I wasn’t! What… I… Why would you even? Me… Jealous of girls flirting with Jeon Jungkook?” You scoff, rolling your eyes. “How could you even say that!?”

Yuri snorts. “Mmm… That’s quite convincing, Y/N.” And the other girls giggle.

“Guess you’re not really over that little crush you got on him last year…” Yura sing-songs, and the rest states their agreement.

“Guys, I’m seriously over it! The crush was so tiny, an ant could have squashed it!” You insist, but they didn’t look convinced, all of them giving you sly smirks. Ugh, stupid drunk Jeon Jungkook…If he hadn’t said what he said that night last year during Kim Jonghyun’s 24th birthday, you wouldn’t have ever gotten that stupid crush on him. That stupid crush that you are most definitely over.

“Has he called you ‘noona’ recently, Y/N?” Yuri asks teasingly.

You shake your head no because he hasn’t. Thank goodness.

“Awww, that sucks… What did you tell us before? That hearing him call you ‘noona’ was enough to—“

You cover your ears as you repeat over and over again, “Shut up!”

That’s it, you hate your friends. You told them never to bring that up ever again. You confessed it during a moment of weakness and when you had 4 glasses of red wine running through your veins. It was never meant to be heard.

“I’m going to find a seat now,” You say standing up. You look around at your friends with a glower. “Away from all of you.”

But once in the stadium, you take your seat beside them anyways – with all the girls wrapping their arms tightly around you in a big group hug. You love your girls way too much to stay mad at them.

Yonsei beats Korea U once again, and this time, Jungkook comes out early and drags you along to another celebratory after party at a bar on campus. You and Jungkook spend the whole night by each other’s side, but by his fourth drink, touchy-feely Taehyung comes out in full force and forces his way in between the two of you.

Jungkook doesn’t understand Taehyung. There are many times when his older friend would urge Jungkook to take a leap of faith and ask you out, but then he does a full 180 and tries to get into your pants himself.

Which is exactly what he was doing right now, when yesterday, Taehyung had convinced Jungkook to use Eunha to make you jealous. Fuck… Maybe he was really just trying to sabotage Jungkook’s chances…  

“So, Y/N… Did you see that amazing block I did during the 2nd period? Shit, that Park Jimin guy might be tiny, but his slapshots are no joke!” Taehyung slurs, his arm around your shoulder and his mouth dangerously close to your mouth.

“Mhm…” you hum, smiling at him, although you could see his line of sight is nowhere near your face, but instead on your cleavage. “It was quite impressive.” From over Taehyung’s slightly bowed head, you give Jungkook a look, and he nods. Standing up, Jungkook pulls Taehyung away from you.

“Okay hyung, I’m taking Y/N home now…” Jungkook says, while Taehyung squirms in his arms and calls your name.

“Sorry, Tae. I’m taking a long and early morning shift tomorrow so I can go to your game on Thursday,” you tell him, and he nods sadly, accepting your answer. You and Jungkook take Taehyung to Yugyeom first, one of the designated drivers, before heading out. As your legs were a little bit wobbly from the alcohol, you grab onto Jungkook’s hand to keep yourself balanced. He looks back at you with a grin and squeezes tightly onto it, and you flash him a bright smile back.

“Thanks!”

Jungkook chuckles, pulling you closer to him. “No problem… You know I’m always there for you.”

As he winks your way, you roll your eyes before you tell him, sounding sarcastically yet completely genuine, “And I’ll always be there for you as well.”

“Promise?” Jungkook asks, his pretty eyes sparkling.

With no doubt in your mind, you bob your head in affirmation, laughing a bit with a small smile on your face. “Promise.”

Since he had only less than half a bottle to drink, Jungkook drives you home with no problem. He doesn’t drink much anymore… Especially not after an incident that happened last year at Jong3’s 24th birthday party. Actually, he wasn’t sure if it really happened or not.

It seemed like a hazy, terrible nightmare. One where he told you all his deepest desires of what he wanted to do to you – or more like, what he wanted you to do to him. And then he called you ‘noona’, something that he had never called you in all the years of knowing you. Then he remembers you being flustered and how you told him to sleep it off before leaving him all alone in Jong3’s guest room. Then you both proceeded to act like it never happened which he was glad for because as much as he wants something more to happen between the two of you, Jungkook would rather have your friendship than nothing at all.

“Well see you tomorrow, and congrats again,” you say when Jungkook parks his car near your apartment. You lean in to kiss him on the cheek just as he turns his head, and – SMACK – your lips are on his.

Although slightly chapped, Jungkook’s lips still feel delightful against your own. In fact, you thought it felt perfect.

Cupping his face, you intensify the kiss by pressing yourself harder against him as your thumb caress over the scar on his cheek that he got during his sophomore year and your senior year in high school. It’s the scar that signifies the reason why the two of you were best friends in the first place. After a horrifying 3 men collision during one of their practice, Jungkook came out of the pileup with a gushing, deep wound caused by one of the other players’ skates cutting his face. The ice was a bloody mess from what you could remember, and even more so, Jungkook. You felt guilty, thinking it was your fault because you were the one who had distracted Jaebum and that was the reason for the crash, and so you would visit Jungkook every day for the entire week he was in the hospital.  During that time, you got to know the shy, talented kid that you never really paid much attention to; and you found out that the two of you had so much in common and how much you enjoyed his company. The two of you became inseparable; and soon enough, he became the one person that you knew you couldn’t live without.

So as you grasp what you were doing – practically shoving your tongue down your best friend’s throat and most probably damaging your friendship - you quickly jump away, feeling beyond mortified. “I’m so sorry…” Blushing deeply, you try to explain what had just happened – although quite awfully.  “Um… That was for scoring 4 goals tonight?” You groan, hand over your mouth, it was like you were blocking it from doing or saying something more stupid. “Please just forget that happened!”

Flabbergasted, Jungkook just nods, his mouth hanging slightly open, while you chuckle awkwardly, already opening the door to make your escape. As he wets his lips nervously, he still has the taste of you on his mouth, on his tongue, and now forever locked into his memories. You tasted like the apple cider that you drank earlier at the bar, and more so, heaven – whatever heaven tastes like, Jungkook thinks your lips were definitely it.

“Alright… I’ll see you tomorrow?” you ask when you step out of the car. You sounded so unsure and Jungkook wanted to tell you that the kiss was perfectly okay. And as he looks up at you while you wait for him to answer back, gnawing at your bottom lip and standing dumbly outside his car as you hold on tightly to the edge of his car’s passenger door, he wanted even more to unbuckle his seat belt and crawl over and kiss your beautiful, swollen lips one more time to show you just how perfectly okay it was.

But, “Yeah, of course,” was all Jungkook could manage to say.

Smiling tightly, you nod, bidding him a good night.

“Sleep well noona,” Jungkook says softly as you close the door. To think that if you had just slammed the door a second quicker than you might not have heard it.

But you did hear it, and it has you feeling more frustrated than you were that morning.

Shit, you really needed to get laid. And soon.

The moment you shut and lock your front door was the exact moment your phone vibrates with a new text. You fall on your coach before you fish your phone out of your purse, kicking off your boots as you read the text.

You really hadn’t expected Jimin to ever message you again, especially not after you left him on read; but surprisingly, the new text was from him.

[1:35 AM] Jimin —this is goign to be a weird request

Intrigued and still tipsy, you answer back:

[1:37 AM] You —i’m listening…                                                             

You collapse on your couch, trying to calm down the dizzy feeling of the alcohol in your system. You’re pulling off your tights as you wait for Jimin’s answer. You didn’t have to wait very long.

[1:37 AM] Jimin —but i’m drunk nd i can’t get you out of my mind

You let out an amused giggle now that you know he is drunk as well. But that wasn’t his only message.

[1:37 AM] Jimin —and i need some cheering up after the last two games —can you that for me?

Cheering up? With an eyebrow quirked up and smirk playing on your lips, you type out:

[1:38 AM] You —do you want to talk about our favorite tv shows again??

[1:38 AM] Jimin —NO! —FUCK NO!

[1:39 AM] Jimin —sorry but no

Now you’re laughing out loud. Good, you thought.

[1:41 AM] You —I’m just messing with you Jimin ;P                                                             

After you sent the text, you switch out of the messaging app for the camera. Maybe if you weren’t slightly drunk, you wouldn’t be slowly lifting up your skirt, spreading your legs so the recording can get an eyeful of you running two fingers up and down your laced-covered slit, and teasingly ending the video with you pushing up your light pink fuzzy sweater just until your underboobs were shown. But you were slightly drunk, so that’s exactly what you did.

[1:43 AM] You —sending IMG_5253.MOV                                                             

[1:43 AM] You —does this cheer you up enough?                                                             

As you’re waiting for Jimin’s reaction, you push your sweater up some more to fondle one of your breasts. Your eyes flutter shut, remembering the boy from last night with the wicked smirk and muscular thighs. At first, you were picturing unfamiliar hands with rings cold against your body, but then he’s morphing to… something more familiar… Calloused and veiny hands, shy bunny grin asking does it feels okay? as he pinches your nipples between his fingers, his other hand sliding underneath your underwear to feel the heat between your legs.

Then your eyes snap open, realizing that five minutes’ passed without any word from Jimin. Maybe you were being too presumptuous by sending the video. Stricken with self-consciousness and embarrassment, you take your hand out of your underwear and tug your sweater back down. Good thing you didn’t show your face in the video. Bad thing you know that sleep won’t help you forget what you just did.

You were about to stand up from the couch and call it a night when your phone vibrates with a new message.

A video message.

From Jimin.

You run your hand through your hair, realizing you’ve pretty much sobered up already. Maybe you’re not drunk enough for this anymore, you thought as your thumb hovers over the play button.

Then you thought, screw it. Drunk or sober, if there’s even a tiny chance of seeing Park Jimin’s dick in that video, you’re up for it.

As you wait for the video to download, you bite the nail of your other thumb in anticipation.

What if he has an ugly penis?! That’s like your number one fear! What if it’s not even a dick vid?! What if he is just scolding you for sending him such a  lewd video?! Highly unlikely but…

Oh! It’s downloaded, all you have to do is press the play button again…

So you press play.

You take an involuntary intake of air when the video starts. If you hadn’t, you might have already been drooling over the sight before you.

There was absolutely no point in worrying about all the things you were worried about a couple minutes ago, because holy shit, he has a beautiful cock. It’s a nice size, not too big and not too small, great girth, and so, so hard and perfect looking with his hand wrapped around it.

You watch the 17 seconds video, completely breathless and rubbing your thighs together for a bit of friction. The way Jimin was pulling at his dick languidly was euphoric torture. He zooms out, and you can see him wetting then biting his lower lip before letting out a low groan. There was so much happening in the video that you had to play it over again, now focusing on his gorgeous body; the way his grey sweatpants were pulled down (giving you an eyeful of his thick thighs), his well-define abs and light hair trailing down from under his belly button to his cock. The carpet obviously doesn’t match the drapes but for some reason, that’s so sexy to you.

While you replayed the video, Jimin had sent you several texts in succession.  

[1:49 AM] Jimin —fuckufckuck baby girl fuck —why didn’t I ask you this yesterday?? —hold on, i’m gonna call you —pick up

And right as you finished reading the last text, your phone starts to ring.

Jimin is calling…

“Hello?” You answer, heart racing.

A breathy ‘hey’ was the only answer you receive. As you press your phone harder against your ear, you could hear Jimin’s deep breathing more clearly. You could only guess that he was still doing what he was doing on video he sent you. The image was still clear in your mind, and you groan thinking about it, once again slipping your hand underneath your underwear.

“Jimin?” You call out his name as you press your finger against your opening, waiting for Jimin to say something – anything – for you to get off on.

“Sorry,” he begins, sounding embarrassed and adorable. “I’m just thinking about the video you sent, I’m still a bit speechless… Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” You feel yourself heating up more because of his words. Then his tone changes, just like last night, voice raspy and sexy, “Are you touching yourself right now?”

You slip a finger inside you as you answer, “Mhm.”

“Good. How are you doing it?”

“I have a finger inside me.”

Jimin groans. “Fuck, I bet you’re really wet, aren’t you?”

“Mhm.”

“Do you still have your underwear on?”

“Yeah.”

“Take them off.”

After quickly slipping your underwear down and letting it fall to the floor, you let him know, “It’s off.”

“Now use two fingers, can you do that for me, baby girl?”

“Y-yeah,” you answer, easing two fingers in yourself. You curse under your breath because even though you were sopping wet, two fingers were still a tight fit.

“You okay?” Jimin asks.

“I’m okay, it’s just a little too much, but it’ll be fine in a second,” you tell him honestly and he hisses, cursing how you’ll be the death of him.

The two of you then listen to each other’s breaths, moans, and gasps of pleasure; fantasizing how the other looks like with the help of the video that you sent each other earlier. You were both trying to help each other reach your high with words of encouragement. You thought you were able to come soon but realized that you were going to hit a wall.

“Jimin, it’s not enough,” you tell him, irritated. It’s been like this for a long a time now. You’re always so, so close, but never get there.

“First it was too much, now it’s not enough?” Jimin laughs, “What are we going to do with, baby girl?”

“I’m s-serious, Jimin.” You’re panting desperately now, letting out little whiny noises. Jimin was quiet for a second, though you hear him breathing heavily and other noises that you could only assume is him pulling and tugging on his hard cock.

“God, fuck, you sound so fucking needy. I wish I could actually be fucking you right now… Hearing you make those filthy noises that you’re making right now while you’re underneath me… Ah, fuck…” You let out a wanton moan, painting the picture he had laid out for you in your mind. It was helping, definitely, but still not enough. “Do you have a vibrator?” Jimin asks and you tell him that you do. He orders you to get it but you look across the room at your closed bedroom door and whine in his ear.

“It’s too far for me to get, Jimin. I need to come now.” You know you sounded so whiny, but you couldn’t even be bothered because you were so close.

“Alright, alright, baby, we’ll think of something else, don’t worry,” Jimin reassures, and you nod wordlessly, forgetting he couldn’t see you. As you kept pumping your fingers inside you, Jimin says, “Use a pillow.”

“Pillow?” you ask, stopping what you were doing to look back at the couch cushion beside you.

“Yeah. Fold it in half and sit with it between your legs.” It was a command, not a suggestion.

“Okay, hold on,” you tell him as you place the phone down. You scramble around on the couch, trying to do as he says. You sit up on your knees, placing the folded cushion between your legs, slowly sitting down until the edge is pressed against your core. You gasp at the contact with the cold fabric, and you hear the faint sound of Jimin chuckling. Instead of picking up the phone again, you just put Jimin on speaker. “Okay, I… I’m on the pillow now.”

“Now ride it…” As soon as he says it, your hips start to move, causing friction between the pillow and your heat. The pressure against your clit felt so good, you didn’t know that riding a fucking pillow can feel like this. “Ride it like the way you were grinding on my thigh last night. You know it took so much of me to leave you there, right? I wanted to make you come in front of everyone, screaming my name for all of them to hear.”

You buck forward, swiveling your hips faster now, one hand on the couch to keep you steady and the other underneath your sweater, twisting at your hardened nipple.

“I bet you’re soaking that pillow the way you did my jeans…”

You hum, letting him know that it was indeed the case.

“You know what I just realized?” Jimin asks, voice so low that it causes you to shiver. “In the video you sent… You were already pretty wet. Now as much as I hate to say it, I’m pretty sure that wasn’t because of me… So tell me, baby girl, who else were you getting that wet for?”

Jungkook’s face flashed in your mind, the way his mouth felt against your own, and you could have sworn you were about to come right then and there. “W-what? I- I don’t know what y-you’re talking abou—“

“Don’t lie to me, baby girl,” Jimin growls.

You gasp, slowing down a bit, admitting the truth with your silence. Then as if he was a psychic, Jimin commands, “Don’t you dare stop or slow down, but don’t you dare come either.”

You nod, only making an unintelligible noise to show your obedience, before picking up the pace again and trying to stave off your orgasm.

“I know you’re close, baby girl, but I can’t allow you to come just yet,” Jimin says with a sigh. You know if you wanted to, you could just come anyway and he will never know, but something about the way Jimin was talking to you made you want to please him.

Biting your lip, you kept up the rhythm. It’s getting harder and harder to deny yourself from coming that you find yourself incoherently begging Jimin, “Please, Jimin – I – fuck, oh my god – please, let me… pleasepleaseplease…”

“You want to come, baby girl? Maybe if you hadn’t gotten so wet thinking about another guy, I’d let you come,” was his response. It’s torture, but in the most pleasurable way. You know you have to do something or say something that will make him allow you to finally come.

“J-Jimin, please let me come,” you’re whining now, falling forward, lying against your cold leather couch, while still circling against the pillow. Your cheek is also pressed against the couch, your cellphone just a few centimeters beside your face. “I want to come just for you, I’ll only come for you from now on!”

“Yeah? Your pussy mine now, right?” Jimin says, and now that you’re closer to your phone you can hear his grunting and panting better. Like you, he sounded like he was close to finishing.

“Yes, Jimin, my pussy’s yours! L-let my pussy come for you, that’s all I want to do! Come f-for you, please, Jimin! Let me – hungh – come for you!”

“Then come for me, baby, let me hear you.”

You let go on his command. Body trembling, back arching, and eyes rolling back as the most out of body sound rips from your throat. You couldn’t even stop yourself from grinding against the pillow, allowing another wave of mind-blowing pleasure to ripple through you. A mantra of Jimin’s name falls out your mouth during the second orgasm, along with other obscene nonsense that you would have never thought in a million years that you would say out loud. But here you are, saying – no, screaming them for a complete stranger.

When you start to come to and calm down, you could hear Jimin mumbling his praises for you. You were slightly disappointed that your orgasms seem to have deafened you to hear his. Only slightly.

You both stay on the line, listening to each other catch your breaths. It takes minutes before you speak up.

“Jimin?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you,” you mumble through a yawn, eyes dropping from exhaustion.

“No problem… You tired?”

“Mhm.”

“I should let you get some rest.”

“Okay… Goodnight, Jimin,” you say, yawning again.

Jimin chuckles, pauses, then says, “Goodnight, Y/N.”

The softness in his voice awakens the fluttering in your stomach.

“Night,” you say, just as softly, and you listen to Jimin’s husky laugh and last goodnight before finally hanging up.

Too tired to move to your bed, the only thing you do was strip off your sweater and skirt before flopping back on the couch. Though before you do all that, you send one last picture to Jimin: a picture of you sitting up slightly away from the pillow, so he can see the mess you made on it.

[2:26 AM] Jimin —WOW!!

You laugh, realizing that Jimin is probably really just an awkward texter which explains last night. A college boy through and through.

A minute later, Jimin sends you a picture back. You grin, liking the way that he always gives back what he receives. And he doesn’t disappoint. The picture he sent you is the cherry on top of this night. Jimin had his hand still wrapped around his flaccid cock, the tip still coated with sheen, and there are ropes of cum splattered all over his abs where he had ejaculated. You’re satisfied knowing you had a hand in that.

[2:28 AM] Jimin —thank you btw —also remember —your pussy’s mine now ;)

Laughing tiredly, you text back:

[2:29 AM] You —dw I won’t forget —gn                                                           

[2:30 AM] Jimin —better not… —goodnight Y/N

You fall asleep drenched in your sweat, a mess between your thighs, and a pleased smile on your face.

Thursday - Game 3

The next two games are on Korea University’s ice, so you booked an Airbnb apartment on their side of the city for an overnight stay. You got to the place around one in the afternoon after your morning class. It was a small one room apartment, but it’s not like you were going to spend much time in there so it was perfectly fine. Meanwhile, the Yonsei team and some of the girls are staying at a nice hotel close by Korea U. Yuri had sent you snaps from earlier this morning of all of them inside a large Jacuzzi.

This place might not have a hot tub or free courtesy snacks but at least the bed is somewhat comfy, you thought as you fall into it.

Once your head was on the pillow, you close your eyes. For the first time in weeks, you felt good. Like, really good.

It’s probably because of last night, or more accurately, early this morning. God, that must have been the best orgasm you’ve had in months. All thanks to Jimin.

You giggle at the memory, opening your eyes so you could take your phone out of your pocket to watch a video and picture that you’ve been obsessively looking at over and over again since you received it. But before you could press play on the video, a cluster of knocks on the door stops you.

With a sigh, you hop out of bed and walk towards the door, opening it with a playful hard glare at people on the other side.

“Yes? Can I help you?”

Without a greeting, Taehyung smirks at you before barging into the apartment. Your mouth drops at his rudeness, showing the appalled look on your face to Yugyeom and Jungkook. Yugyeom shrugs, pulling you into a quick hug.

“Hey noona!” Yugyeom greets happily. When he parts from you, he asks, “You ready for lunch?”

“Yeah, almost, I just need to touch up my makeup,” you tell him, and he nods, joining Taehyung inside. When you turn away from Yugyeom, you focus your attention on Jungkook, who was on his phone, texting rapidly with a grin on his face. All of the sudden you remembered what had occurred last night. Shit, the kiss. You’ve been thinking about Jimin so much that you completely forgot about it.

“Hey Jungkook, you coming in or…?” You ask nervously, and he looks up, still grinning.

“Oh, right. Sorry,” he says as he steps inside, ruffling the top of your head. “Hey, Y/N.” Then his phone buzzes again and his attention goes back to it. You frown as you close the door, running your hand through your hair to fix the mess Jungkook has made. Maybe he forgot about it like you had… So you guess everything is back to normal? That’s good… Right?

“Is everyone already at the restaurant?” you ask while you grab your cushion foundation out of your purse that you placed on the counter earlier.

“Nah, I think Jooheon and Hyoyeon just got there and they’re the first one,” Taehyung answers. He was laying on the bed with Yugyeom sitting beside him, both of them already acting like they owned the place. “Y/N, can I stay with you tonight? I’m rooming with Jungkook, but he’s been on his phone all day, so I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t want to be in our room tonight.”

“Shut up,” Jungkook says while his face reddens, finally looking up from his phone and quickly stuffing it in his pocket. Turning to you, Jungkook adds, “Don’t let him stay here.”

“I wasn’t planning on it,” you tell him as you put away your makeup, done with getting ready. You hear Jungkook’s phone vibrate again, and he takes it out of his pocket again. You’re a bit curious on who was texting him so much. “Is everything okay, Kook?”

Yugyeom giggles. “Yeah, Kookie, who are you sexting - I mean texting - so much anyways?”

Sexting? Jungkook was sexting someone?

“Uh, it’s Eunha,” Jungkook answers, and you feel your stomach dip at the sound of her name. You miss the way he looks over at you for a quick second because you find yourself staring blankly at your purse. “And we’re not sexting. She just wants to give me a tour of their campus.”

“Tour of their campus or tour of her campus?” Taehyung jokes, snickering. Yugyeom laughs along, but you stay quiet, not finding the joke very funny.

“What the fuck does that even mean?” Jungkook asks, face pinched in confusion.

“You should invite her for lunch!” Yugyeom suggests, then he looks towards you. “Right noona? Isn’t Tiffany and her friends also coming?”

“Huh?” You snap your head towards Yugyeom, you hadn’t caught what he said because you were in your head.

“He wants Jungkook to invite his new girlfriend to lunch,” Taehyung says, a teasing smirk on his face.

“She’s not my gi-“

“You should invite her,” You interrupt Jungkook with a forced smile on your face. You had no ill intentions, if Jungkook likes Eunha, you’ll support it. The weird, slightly jealous feeling you’re having was unnerving you anyway. You wanted it to stop. With a shrug, you add, “It would be fun.”

“Fun?” “Fun?!” “FUN!” All three boys say in unison with different inflections and reactions.

“Did you forget that Yuri pretty much wanted to skin Jungkook alive for even talking to Eunha?” Taehyung asks, looking at you like you’re crazy.

“So? If he likes her then it shouldn’t matter what they think, right?” As you say this, a small part of you wanted him to protest that no, he didn’t like her. But Jungkook doesn’t, and you felt a bit disappointed. What the fuck is wrong with you? You turn to Jungkook to ask him more directly, it’s like you needed a confirmation, “You do like her, right?”

Jungkook mouth parts slightly. The weight of your stare causing goosebumps all over his body. His gaze catches Yugyeom’s and Taehyung’s for a second and it seems like they were holding their breath as well, watching the scene in front of them like a damn romantic drama. They know about the kiss, and Taehyung said it happened because of his brilliant plan of using Eunha to make you jealous. Yugyeom and Taehyung also crafted a Phase 2 of the plan on the drive over to your Airbnb, which is pretty much the same as Phase 1 – flirt with Eunha while you’re around. Jungkook just didn’t know that they were planning on making him date her in front of you.

When he looks back at you, you were still waiting for his answer, your brows were raised slightly and it looked like you were biting the inside of your cheek.

“Would you care if I like her?”

Jungkook almost groans out loud at how fucking lame he sounded. From behind you, he sees the way Yugyeom and Taehyung face palm at his stupidity as well.

“What?” You ask, coming out in a whisper. Oh god, did he really detect your childish jealousy? After clearing your throat, you add, “W-why would I care? I’ve already told you, it doesn’t matter to me. I… I think it’s great you like someone, actually. Eunha seems… nice, and she’s pretty. So yeah… Ask her out to lunch, it would be great!” You grab your purse, wanting to change the subject. “We should really get going or we’ll be late.”  

Jungkook frowns, reaching for your arm when you start to head for the door. “Wait, Y/N…”

When you feel his touch, you whip around to look at him. “What?”

Jungkook’s looking deep in your eyes, wanting desperately to tell you that it’s you that he likes, not some girl he just met a few days ago. But like always, he chickens out, letting the hand that was touching you to drop to his side.

“Lemme just invite her…” Jungkook mumbles, taking out his phone to send the invite. His phone buzzes a second later and it lights up with a notification of the new text from Eunha. It’s hard to read what it said because you’re seeing the screen upside down, but the abundance of heart emojis in the text was pretty clear.

“So she’s coming?”

He nods at your question, and you thought he would be more excited but he just looks a bit apathetic about it.

“That’s great… I’ll… I’ll tell the girls to put away their fangs. I’m sure they can be civil for at least an hour or so,” you tell him, trying to keep a joking tone to make it seem like everything is a-okay with you. You avoid his eyes by leaning to the side to look at the boys still laying on your bed. They’re pretending that they’re not that interested in the scene that you and Jungkook are providing for them – but really, they’re loving it. “Let’s go, boys! Chop, chop!”

Then you’re out the door before anyone else can say another word.

The girls are keeping their fangs and claws in check during lunch - at least from where you’re sitting, you think they are. You wouldn’t know for sure because you decided to sit at a different booth – with Taehyung, Donghyuck, Jong3, the Kim brothers Doyoung and Gongmyung, and the only male member of the Korea U Puck Bunny Club, Kim Kibum – instead of the table where the other girls (+ the Korea U Puck Bunny girls: Tiffany, Wendy, and Jihyun) were surrounding Eunha and Jungkook, probably intimidating and interrogating the poor girl.

The food on your plate turns cold, half uneaten, because your mind was more preoccupied in wondering about what their table was talking about, always glancing their way every five seconds. From where you’re sat, you have a perfect view of Jungkook and Eunha sitting beside each other.

You have to admit they look really good together. If they were celebrities, people would definitely want them to be together.

You see Eunha open her mouth, everyone’s attention was on her. Squinting, you to read her lips but you couldn’t decipher anything she was saying. Though you didn’t have to wait very long to figure out what she said because their whole table erupts into laughter. She must have said something really funny.

You felt sick. Really sick. Seeing the way your friends getting along so well with Eunha might be the cause of the stirring in your stomach. On one hand, you’re glad they’re all getting along. Really, truly, from the bottom of your heart, you are. But on the other hand… It’s stupid. Seeing the way Jungkook laughs so hard that he’s squeezing his eyes shut and clapping and slapping his knee makes you feel awful because there are only a few people that could make Jungkook laugh that hard – you, his mom, and the cast of Brooklyn Nine-Nine. That’s all. You didn’t feel like Eunha deserves to be a part of that list… Which makes you feel even more terrible because why are you feeling so possessive over Jungkook? It isn’t like you. Sure, you’ve liked him before, but you were never like this. Never. During that very small time period that you had a crush on Jungkook, there were a handful of times that girls had shown interest in Jungkook and he had shown interest back, and you were totally cool with it. So why are you being like this now? Was it because of the kiss or have you gone completely insane?

As if to take you shake you out of your crisis, your phone shakes against the tabletop. You quickly check the new text message.

[2:52 PM] Jimin —are you coming to the game?

Stop being jealous over Jungkook when there’s a perfectly hot guy that’s interested in you, you chastise yourself as you read the text. Nodding to yourself, you’re determined to get over whatever these feelings you’re having towards Jungkook are. You’ve done it before it, you can definitely do it again.

[2:54 PM] You —yes, I am : )                                                            

2:55 PM] Jimin —good, I’ll score some goals just for you —hehe

As you were about to send your response, a chorus of ‘ooooh’ being howled tears your gaze away from your screen. What you see when you look up causes your stomach to drop. It was Jungkook and Eunha, standing up together and her arm around his, her hand gripping his upper arm.

“Guys, I’m just going to show him around campus, nothing else,” Eunha says with a giggle. You see the way Jungkook smiles down at her. God damn… They look so pretty together.

There’s a bitter taste in your mouth. Maybe getting over this feeling for Jungkook is going to be harder than you thought.

Jimin skates past your section and smirks your way after the first goal he scores that night. You’re a giggling mess and the girls demand to know what the heck just happened.

He winks at you after the second. The girls’ mouths collectively drop and your metaphorical panty drops also.

The third, he slowly licks his juicy lips, and with two fingertips pressed upon them, he shoots a flying kiss right at you. You’re so turned on by his power play that not even Yura and Solji shaking you as hard as they can could snap you out of your lovesick daze.

But after that, every goal Jimin scores had you sinking further and further down your seat. Especially when halfway the third period, he scores his 8th one, making the goal count 10-7 - with Korea University in the lead.

It might be a bit bigheaded of you - since Jimin has always been a great hockey player - but you had a feeling that the mutual masturbation session had ignited something in him. You felt guilty, even more so when you saw the look of frustration on your best friend’s face when his shot after shot after shots were blocked by the opposing team.

It would take a lot of hard work for Yonsei to catch up in the last 10 minutes, but it’s possible.

Though ultimately, in the end, they couldn’t.

Unsurprisingly, the first thing the girls do after the game is to take you to a secluded corner and demand an answer for Jimin’s Lothario behaviour on the ice. With the guilt still eating away at you, you word vomit out the whole story and your worries that you’re the reason the Yonsei team lost.

“Our little girl is finally growing up,” Yuri coos while she grabs you to lay your head upon her chest, stroking your hair soothingly. She sniffs jokingly, turning to the other girls, “She’ll be one of us soon.”

As Hyoyeon and Yura chants ‘ONE OF US! ONE OF US!’, Solji frowns and cuts them off by reassuring you, “We’ve all been there, Y/N. It’s not your fault that they lost. If anything, it’s Taehyung’s fault for not blocking the shots.”

“Or the rest of the team for not defending properly,” Yuri adds when you pull away from her.

“Exactly,” Hyoyeon says. “It’s not like you gave Jimin steroids, all you gave him was an orgasm - which is totally fair game!”

“Really? Are you guys sure?” You ask, feeling a bit better already.

“Yeah! It’s not your fault!” Yura insists. “I gave Jonghyun a handjob before the game and he should have used that orgasm like Popeye’s spinach like Jimin had. Instead, he only scored one goal!” Yura crosses her arms and shakes her head in disappointment. “What an idiot…”

“I think that says more about your handjob skills more than anything…” Yuri sing-songs playfully, and the group bursts out laughing – except Yura, of course.

“I’ll have you know my handjob skills are quite extraordinary, thank you very much,” Yura defends herself, glaring intensely at her friend.

“Okay, ladies, simmer down,” Solji placates before things get heated. “Tiffany and others are waiting for us outside, so let’s get going!”

When you meet up with the Korea University Puck Bunnies outside, Eunha was with them as well. Your friends had told you earlier that they actually really like Eunha, and they’re willing to put behind the gossip they heard about her, a clean slate. You agree with them as you fight your inner green-eyed goblin. It would be stupid of you to dislike someone because of guy, you were better than that.

“Hi Y/N!” Eunha greets you, smiling radiantly. You say hello back, not as enthusiastically but as friendly. You’re not perfect, but at least you’re trying.

After greeting the others and complaining about how cold it is outside, the conversation eventually returns back to the game.

“I’m glad our team finally won but… Jungkook looks so sad,” Eunha states, pouting cutely.

“Guess you’ll have to cheer him up,” Tiffany teases with a wink. You had to swallow the lump in your throat before you could laugh along with your friends.

“Oh!” Eunha gasps, and you all turn to see what she was looking at. It was Jungkook, looking as sullen as you predicted he would look, walking towards your group with Yugyeom at his side.

You try to call out his name or wave or anything, but for some reason, you couldn’t.

All you could do was watch as Eunha runs to him, say something that puts a slight smile on his face, and pulls at his hand, both of them waving goodbye to Yugyeom.

As Jungkook walks away with Eunha without even bothering to look for you, it feels as though he is leaving you behind forever.

Friday – Game 4

On the morning of the 4th game, you wake up early to take Jungkook out for breakfast. You’ve decided to put all your wallowing and self-pity behind. Jungkook is your best friend first and foremost, and that’s the most important thing. As his best friend, it’s your duty to cheer him up, and cheer him up you will.

“Order anything you want, however much you want,” you tell him with a smile when the two of you were finally sat at a table at the restaurant of your choosing.

Jungkook’s doe-eyes goes wide. “You sure?”

“Mhm,” you hum, still smiling. Your paycheck came in this morning so you had the funds to treat him.

Jungkook didn’t need to be told twice, ordering as many dishes as he liked and once the plates were licked clean, he orders dessert.

“I’ll get it,” you tell him, standing up when the waitress calls your number.

“Okay, I’ll be here,” Jungkook beams, his smile lighting up the whole room. You were giddy, congratulating yourself for a job well done. When you had picked him up early this morning, he looked like shit – eyes red and reeking of alcohol. You didn’t even want to know what went down last night, not at all. It’s not your business. But you could tell whatever happened didn’t really help him with the loss. During the car ride to the restaurant, he was moody as well. Now, he was laughing, joking around, and just generally happier. It makes you feel good that you could make him feel good.

Though he will feel way better with this strawberry shortcake in his stomach.

“Doesn’t it look so cute?” You ask when you sit back down, transferring the plate with the cake from the tray to the table. “I kind of don’t want to eat it.” You look around for your phone to take a picture but couldn’t find it. “Kook, have you seen my…” Looking up to your best friend, your voice dies in your throat.  

In your best friend’s hand was definitely your phone. There was a dark look in his eyes as he stares at the screen that gave you a pause. To make even more clear that he was not amused at what he was looking at, he cocks his head to the side while his tongue rolling against the inside of his cheek.

“Phone?” you finish, softly.

Jungkook finally looks up at you, scrutinizing you with an intense glare that has you squirming in your seat. Before you can say anything, he chuckles, though it’s devoid of amusement, as he turns the phone for you to see the screen.

“Why the hell did Park Jimin send you a picture of his dick?”

The game was tied, 2-2, with only the third period left.

It was intermission time and the Yonsei team is back inside the away team’s locker room. Jong1 is in the middle of the room, giving them a very uplifting speech to get their heads in the game. The members watch their captain, nodding and agreeing with everything he was saying. They’re all ready to get back on the ice to dominate and win another game… Except Jungkook.

Jungkook’s head was not in the game. Not at all.

It was hard to focus when every time he sees Park Jimin, he just wants to crash that asshole onto the boards, tackle him into the ground, or do whatever else that will wipe that stupid smirk off his stupid face.

What kind of freak sends a fucking dick pic at 9 in the morning?

Jungkook sneers, remembering the text that went along with the picture…

‘morning angel, thinking of u’

Gross… Is he serious with that douchey pick-up artist line? Does Y/N actually like that?

The real question here is why was Y/N even in contact with Jimin? When the hell did that happen? Has she… slept with him?

With that thought in his mind, the urge to purge was even more pronounced than before.

He knew he shouldn’t have looked at the text but her phone was right there! On the table! Lighting up because of a text from a guy that he’s competing with! How could he not look?

The thoughts in his mind kept him so distracted that Jungkook doesn’t even realize that the rest of his teammates are already leaving the room until Taehyung slaps him on the back.

“Earth to Jungkookie~! It’s game time!” Taehyung sing-songs, patting Jungkook’s back once more when the latter stands up. As they follow the rest of their team, the smile on Taehyung’s face dissolves to a concerned frown, “But bro, you okay? You’ve been kind of… distracted.”

Jungkook shakes his head, smirking to appease his hyung. “Don’t worry about it, hyung. It’s nothing I can’t handle.”

The gloves came off as soon as the goal horn resounds throughout the stadium.

This is not the way Jungkook should be handling it, but it’s the only way his one-track mind wanted to handle it.

It was like he was seeing everything through a pinhole, the only thing his rage-infused thoughts can do was focus on was the man whose back is turned towards him, # 7 Park. In a blink of an eye, Jungkook skates to him, pushing the man with all the strength he has. He watches as Jimin stumble forward then to the ground. The crowd has to be reacting by now – screaming, cheering, jeering - but he is deafened to the sound as he jumps on top of the confused boy.

Jungkook couldn’t stop himself. He saw red the moment Jimin got the goal and tipped his head over at her direction with that irritating grin on his face…

Well, now it’s off… It’s hard to keep a smile on your face when there’s a fist colliding against it – multiple times.

Jungkook gets three punches in – his knuckles, Jimin’s nose and upper lip, and the ice beneath them a bloody mess - before he gets pulled off and the ref calls for his penalty.

On his way to the penalty box, Jungkook shrugs off his teammates who try to ask him why he did that, ignores the reaction from the audience, and most of all, he kept his eyes trained to the ground when he passes you and hears you call out his name. Why did the penalty box had to be right beside the section you’re sitting at? You were just meters away. He knows you’re watching at him, probably with an expression that a mix between disappointment and repulsion.

For the whole 5 minutes Jungkook served in the box, he didn’t dare look at you. Instead, he used the time to try and calm himself down. It didn’t help because while Jungkook was on penalty, Korea U had the power play. They used it well to their advantage, scoring 2 more goals.

With the Yonsei’s team morale so low, it pretty much guaranteed another Korea U win. 

Once the game was over, Jungkook rushed into the locker room to quickly pack his things. He just wanted to go home, lay in his own bed instead of the one in the hotel room he was sharing with Taehyung, and just shut out the world for the weekend. When he was done saying his sorry’s to his teammates and getting the ‘it’s okay’ and the ‘just rest up’ from them, he was out of there.

Weaving his way through the crowd, he makes it to the parking lot without anyone stopping him, the hat he was wearing doing a fantastic job of concealing his identity. If the people around him who were celebrating for the winning team had known who he was, his escape home might have been delayed because of confrontation. Not that he was scared of anything… He just didn’t want to talk to anyone, especially not you.

But he should have known it wouldn’t last long.

“Jungkook!” He hears someone call from behind him but he keeps walking.

A hand grips onto his upper arm, pulling him back to stop, right in the middle of the parking lot. Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, Jungkook sighs and he allows to be turned around.

When he opens his eyes again, it’s you in front of him, looking so beautiful and so, so unbelievably angry.  

“Really, Jungkook? What the hell is wrong with you? You’re acting like such a child!” You shout at him.

“Are you seriously mad at me? ME?” Jungkook asks, laughing in disbelief. With both hands towards you, he cries, “You’re the one sleeping with the enemy!”

“Enemy?!” you screech. “Jimin is your enemy now?!”

“What the fuck do you think he is? He’s a player on the opposing team that our team is against! Did the picture of his cock make you stupid all of the sudden? ‘Cause last time I checked, you go to Yonsei and not Korea U… Does loyalty mean anything to you?”

Why is he being like this? He has probably done worse… Like, hello, last night with Eunha?! Isn’t that a bit hypocritical? Pot calling the kettle black, much? Oh, and you remember how he left you at the restaurant this morning. Your anger towards Jungkook keeps piling on and on.

“All I did was send a few flirty… and yeah, sexual, messages to him –“ Jungkook groans, face towards the sky as he stomps his foot. Yes, he wanted to hear the truth, but he hated hearing it. “- How is that different from you sleeping with Eunha? So it’s okay to fuck someone that goes to Korea U as long as they’re not on the hockey team? Okay, yeah, I get it now…”

“Oh my god…” Jungkook’s laughing now, still looking at the sky.  

Changing your stance and crossing your arms, you challenge him, “Well?”

“It’s different because I didn’t fucking sleep with her!” Jungkook yells back, gaze off the sky and back on you. Your eyes widen – surprised, shocked, and disbelieving. Yet it only takes you a second to realize, with a quick study of his face, that Jungkook wasn’t lying at all. But… Last night… They… Didn’t they?

“I didn’t even kiss her because I – I…” Jungkook trails off, still staring at you. He looks broken and tired, using his arm to wipe away the tears that have fallen. You’re so confused that you couldn’t say anything. Angrily, he shakes his head. “It doesn’t even fucking matter… I hope it was –Just – fuck!” He was so mad that he stumbling his words. With a deep breath and an exhale, he tries again, “Don’t even bother coming to the games next week.”

Then he walks away and you don’t try to stop him. It breaks your heart but it’s obvious that’s the last thing he wants. So you let him go, watching miserably as he gets into his car and drives away.

You must look so pathetic… Standing in the middle of the parking lot, tears falling from your eyes, snot dripping out your nose that you couldn’t be bothered to wipe it off… Absolutely pathetic.  

How long have you been standing there? Probably a while since the parking lot was emptying every passing second, the crowd dispersing to celebrate for the night or sleep through the weekend. Now that you’re sniffling, crying, and just being a big old mess, doing the latter sounds perfect to –

“Achooo!”

Great, now I’m sick too, you thought to yourself. The night just keeps getting better and better.

“I told you to take care of yourself…”

Before you could turn to see who it was – though from the voice, you already knew – you feel something being draped over your shoulders, warming you up instantly. Looking down, you see the Korea University’s hockey team patch on the  breast of the jacket. Maybe you should take it off, isn’t this the reason for your problem?

Under the light of the lamp post, you can barely make out the bruising on Jimin’s face, and that’s probably for the best. Even the slight purple you could see makes you want to go into hiding and never come out. You feel like you’re responsible for why his face is all bruised up.

“Thank you,” you say, tugging off his letterman jacket and holding it up for him to take back. “But, I don’t think…” You pause, biting your bottom lip.

He doesn’t take his jacket, instead just asks softly, “You don’t think what?”

“You got pommeled in the face because of me,” you mumble quietly.

Much to your surprise, the prettiest airy laugh flows through your eardrums a moment later. It gets even stranger when Jimin squats to the ground because of how hard he was laughing.

“J-Jimin?” You try to get his attention. When you don’t get it because he is still laughing, you join him on the ground. “Why are you laughing?!”

Through fits of laughter, Jimin manages to say, “I did get pommeled, huh?”

“Yeah, you did!”

The two of you are both laughing now, even though it was no joking matter.

“Ah, fuck, it really hurts to laugh,” Jimin whines a minute later, but all the while, still laughing.

“Then stop!” You tell him, your hand coming up to touch his face. Realizing what you were about to do, you try to snatch your hand back but Jimin catches your hand with his and guides you to the tender spot on his cheekbone.

“Mmm… Your hand is really warm, Y/N,” Jimin says, eyes fluttering shut, humming and smiling in content. He’s so lovely, you think to yourself. Slowly and slowly, you’re forgetting the events of the night because of the beautiful boy in front of you. You’re feeling lightheaded, yet blissful.

That’s when you feel it melt against the tip of your nose, cold and wet.

Looking up in wonder, you smile widely as you see the flakes of white falling down from the sky.

The first snowfall of the season.

When you take a peek at Jimin, he’s gaze was to the sky as well, smile as big as yours. With the snow falling around him, he looked even more radiant. How is that even possible?

The moment is ruined when you sneeze again.

“Oh!” Jimin’s hand parts from yours to feel against your forehead. It was hot, really hot. “Shit, you really are sick!”

“What?” You question blearily, still recovering from the sneeze. Jimin stands up, pulling you up with him. He takes the jacket that you were still holding onto and wraps it around you again.

“Keep it on, I mean it…”

Nodding, you hug his jacket tighter around you.

“Do you have a ride home?” Jimin asks as his places the beanie that was just on his head on yours.

“I…” you sigh deeply, “I was supposed to get a ride home with Jungkook, but… He already left.”

“Shit…”

“Yeah.”

On your phone, you check if you could hitch a ride with your other friends. From what you could see, they’re all already gone, either out partying or driving back to the Yonsei campus. Jimin then suggests that he could take you home. You try to tell him that it’s too far for him to drive there and back, but he insists that it’s no problem, that he wouldn’t have offered if he wasn’t up for it.

In the end, you take his offer.

You arrive back home an hour later. With a couple of stops on the way there, Jimin made sure that you had food and medicine in your belly before you even stepped foot through your front door so you won’t get even more sick.

“You should stay the night,” you tell Jimin when the two of you enter your apartment. “The roads are already too slippery.”

“You sure?” Jimin asks, dropping the plastic bags filled with the things you bought for your incoming cold (medicine and lots and lots of snacks) on your counter. “I don’t want to impose…”

“Hey, I wouldn’t offer if I wasn’t sure,” you tell him, repeating the words he had said to you earlier.

Jimin laughs, nodding, “Alright. I’m guessing… couch or…?”

“Yes, couch. Unless you want to get sick…”

With a shrug, Jimin smirks, “I wouldn’t mind.”

Letting his comment go with a roll of your eyes, you ask him to follow you. From the small storage closet near your kitchen, you take out an extra blanket and pillow for him to have, dumping it on his arms. Then you lead him to the couch and the two of you begin to make his bed. Jimin was talking throughout all this, but then stops so abruptly that you wonder what was up. He was staring at something, and you follow his line of sight to see… Oh… OH!

“Stop thinking about it, Park Jimin,” you warn him playfully, embarrassment warming up your body even more as you snatch the pillow that had caught Jimin’s attention and hide it behind your back. Jimin chuckles, rose blooming his already rosy cheeks while he rubs the back of his neck.

“Okay, I’ll try not to think about it…” Jimin says, though he thinks that might be a hard promise to keep. Getting his mind out of the gutter for at least a few more minutes, Jimin points to one of the closed doors. “Sleep, now!”

“That’s my bathroom,” you tell him, laughing.

Jimin chuckles and tries again, pointing to another door. “Sleep, now, Y/N!”

This time you nod, walking towards that door backwards, as you still have the pillow behind your back. “Much better… Goodnight, Jimin… and thanks, for everything.”

“No problem… Goodnight, Y/N. I hope you feel better in the morning…” He mumbles sleepily, already tucked inside the blanket and ready to sleep. Smiling, you let yourself admire him for few more seconds before you turn in.

Even though the night turned out better than you had expected it to, you’re still laying on your bed, wide awake and thinking solely about your best friend. Through your other friends, you know that he is at least safe at home, so you’re glad for that. You should leave it at that for now, you really should. But you couldn’t help yourself…

[12:42 AM] You —i’m sorry —i miss you

A second later, you receive the read receipt.

Then he’s typing…

Typing..

You feel your heart beating in your throat.

Typing…

Your eyes are starting to burn from how hard you’re staring at the screen.

Typing…

Typing…

Then, nothing.

Heartbroken, you shove your phone underneath your pillow, away from sight. You fall asleep, face tear-stained, hoping and praying that you and Jungkook could make up soon.