luv, a.

“I’m sure if you moaned in a song I’d call it hot too,” you make sure to add purely for his sake.

“Really?” A suddenly excited Yoongi perks up.

Namjoon rolls his eyes at the banter taking place in front of him, taking a rather harsh drag before disrupting it.

“Y/N just likes songs about fucking,” he nods over to you, “admit it.”

You scoff at his accusation, hand landing on your chest in mock offense.

“A little bold are we?”

Namjoon only smirks, dimples showcased prominently on his relaxed features despite the heavy fog that’s clouding up the small studio.

“I gotta piss,” Yoongi mumbles as he attempts to stand up, large hands playfully shoving you to the side to allow him room to escape. Namjoon reaches over to hand you the blunt, simultaneously blocking Yoongi from passing through— merely just to piss him off. It works as he rolls his eyes, giving the younger man a deathly glare.

“Hurry up, the songs almost over,” you call out as Yoongi finally makes it to the door.

“Then replay it?” Yoongi suggests, deadpanned as usual, just before his body disappears through the small crack of the door, hurriedly shutting it behind him to prevent any smoke from getting out.

Kicking your feet up on the now empty space beside you, you position yourself to lay flat on your back before turning your head to face Namjoon, a mischievous grin on your face.

“Go on…” you tell him, eyes gesturing to the phone on his lap that’s connected to the speaker.

Namjoon understands the underlying intent in your grin as well as instructions all too well as the song you’re listening to, Valerie by The Weekend, starts off with moaning.

“Fucking pervert.” He chuckles to himself with a shake of his head, nonetheless pressing the replay button.

The blunt is almost at the end of its life, so you take one soft drag before reaching your hand out to pass it over to Namjoon, letting him do the honors.

You face the ceiling, eyes blissfully shutting and soaking in the music, and it surprises Namjoon when you sing along. Well— maybe not sing. It surprises him when you moan along.

“Mm… so good.” You trail off, referring to the song of course.

You know slightly what you’re doing, but you consider it banter. A joke. So your eyes go wide when you turn your head and see Namjoon’s large hands covering his crotch area as if he’s trying to hide it from you, the now-dead blunt tucked between his index and middle fingers.

“No fucking way...” you mutter with evident shock to your tone, slight humor but overall seriousness.

“Joonie… are you—“

“You can’t do shit like that, Y/N.” He exhales, an airy chuckle of disbelief following. “Look what you did. It’s fuckin’ getting hard now.”

Trailing your eyes back to his hands, you struggle to get a glimpse of what he’s referring to. You decide to entertain the situation, too high to tell yourself not to.

“Well are you gonna move your hands?” you ask nonchalantly, words being something of a whisper.

He only scoffs, interpreting your words as more banter. “Are you saying you want to see my print?”

The mood is lighthearted and humorous, playful almost, but you’re dead serious when you say “yeah.”

Namjoon tenses up, gulping as he examines your sprawled-out body on the sofa, replaying your soft-spoken tone in his head.

Eyes on yours, yours on his hands, he uncovers his bulge and your bottom lip finds sanctuary in between your teeth.

The song is doing no justice to the sudden tension that overpowers the fading smoke surrounding the room, suffocating you both in an immense cloud of temptation. It’s you who falls victim to the thick air as you let your hand travel to your jacket zipper, your focus set on him as you tug it down.

Namjoon’s eyes are heavy lidded, cheeks hallowed out as he bites on the insides of them, quickly reaching behind to blindly flick the roach of a blunt onto the rolling tray atop his desk before bringing his free hand back to settle on his bugle- this time for a different reason.

He watches your fingers intently as you knock the heavy material off of your shoulders, revealing your white tight-fitting camisole, no bra.

“My turn.”

Bringing your hands to your breasts, you trace over your erect nipples, flicking them slowly until you're whimpering in front of Namjoon’s gaze, noticing how his hand begins to rub against him harder.

“Y/N…” he breathes, whiney almost, and you smirk in response.

“Hm?”

He doesn’t answer, eyes fixated on your breasts until he adverts them to your leg that’s rising up.

You tease your fingertips against the skin of your inner thigh, your attention fully on Namjoon’s reaction. You see how useless his palming is for him as he’s blatantly aching for something more. Something other than his own hand rubbing against his clothed cock.

That’s when your leg comes down, your body sits up, and just like that you’re kneeling on the ground and crawling over to him on his desk chair.

Namjoon gasps with almost no volume at your sudden action and proximity, eyes widening the slightest as he questions your intent.

“Y-yoongi will be back any second,” he attempts to alert you, but you only continue running a hand up his thigh.

He hesitantly removes his hand from his bulge, allowing yours to replace it. It’s crazy how drastic the change is, and he flinches at the pleasure that comes from your touch.

You do exactly what he was doing, rubbing your palm against his stern bulge through his pants, eyes slowly flicking up to his only to see them shut and head lolled back.

“I’m barely even touching you baby.”

Your words choke him up and trigger something within him, his hips jolting upwards to rub himself harder against your palm. A tiny grunt escapes from between his clenched teeth.

You can see the desperation in him taking charge, and you’re so ready to submit to it, but the faint beeping sound of the studio door’s keypad being clicked fills the once-intoxicating air. You don’t stop, though. And it turns Namjoon on more than you know.

In comes a frantic Yoongi, hurriedly closing the door behind him as he speaks with a lost breath.

“Staff looked suspicious as fuck at the smell but I saved your asses, you’re welco—“

You look up at Namjoon, and he looks over to Yoongi to which Yoongi looks down at you. He blinks a few times to ensure his mind wasn’t playing tricks on him, and when he confirms the sight of your hand on Namjoons cock- his heartbeat stills.

“Thank you,” you respond to his cut-off statement, acting as if the scene playing out in front of him isn’t what it is.

You can feel Namjoons cock twitch beneath your stilled hand, so you continue to palm him softly just as he begins to speak.

“H-hyung, I— fuck Y/N.”

Yoongi hasn’t moved an inch. His mouth is parted and he’s frozen in spot, presumably trying to comprehend everything.

“I uh…” his voice comes out dry and raspy, so he clears his throat before trying again. “I can come back if you two want, I didn’t know—”

“Why would you leave?” you ask innocently, turning to face Yoongi for the first time in this encounter. He’s met with your dark, lustful eyes (which contradicts the red tinge significantly might I add) and he absentmindedly licks over his bottom lip. “We’re just playing around.”

At your words, Yoongi’s brows furrow in confusion- almost falling for your words despite how odd of a “game” this would be, only to be mistakened as you suddenly take your shirt off, no bra.

“Come play with us?”

That’s when his eyes felt like they’d burst out of their sockets, but despite the feeling, his expression was blank. This was enough to make you wonder what the hell he was thinking because you couldn’t read his face.

Although all questions go answered when your gaze travels down his body and to his growing erection.

You sharply inhale.

Your face lights up in a smirk despite the nerves that are engulfing you, and you thank the cannabis for giving you the courage to say your next words.

“Fuck me?” you ask both men, head going back and forth between them for your eyes to innocently meet each of theirs.

Namjoon is the first to react, cock twitching as he delicately lifts your hand off of him, settling it on his thigh as he maneuvers his belt open. You hear faint, hesitant footsteps approaching, and every hair on your skin rises when you feel the coldness of Yoongi’s fingers against your neck. Guiding your hair to one side as Namjoon guides his cock out of his boxers, you find yourself arching your back against Yoongi’s legs behind you.

Your eyes navigate up to Namjoon’s, and you keep them there even when Yoongi grabs your jaw and tilts it back until the top of your head is digging against his lower stomach. You flick your eyes up to his instead when he pokes his thumb against your bottom lip, slowly easing it into your mouth.

“Open,” Yoongi whispers, tone almost overcoming Namjoon’s occasional whimpers of underlying plead.

You suction around him until you feel the webbing of his thumb against your lip, the tip of his thumb on a mission towards the back of your tongue. It’s not long until he makes it there, and just as you gag slightly- your hand is lifted from Namjoon’s thigh and guided directly to his erection.

Namjoon keeps his hand over yours as he directs your fingers to wrap around him, controlling the first couple of strokes before letting go and letting you touch him on your own. Yoongi’s thumb was now rubbing your own spit against your bottom lip, and both men become audible when you tilt your head down to choke yourself on Yoongi’s thumb again.

“Holy fuck… ’m too fuckin high for this,” Yoongi mumbles after a whimper he tried his best not to let out.

“Told you she was a slut…” Namjoon chuckles.

You cough against Yoongi’s finger, and he’s quick to drag it out to allow you to catch your breath.

The mere fact that they’ve discussed this before was something you couldn’t quite believe, and as derogatory as your friend's words were, you can’t help the way it made you feel. You can’t help the sensation it sent between your thighs either.

“You didn’t believe him?” You suddenly ask Yoongi, tilting your head back up to face him in the awkward upside down angle.

“What?”

“When he apparently said I was a slut- you didn’t believe him?”

Yoongi thinks over your question, then he glances at Namjoon, nodding at him for a reason you couldn’t understand since you weren’t able to see the smirk and determined nod Namjoon gave to him.

“Not in the slightest,” he tests, thumb tracing your lips again.

You scoff, and without any warning, you bring your head back down and direct his hand away as you let your lips latch onto Namjoon’s tip, eyes shut as you wait for him to remove his hand from his shaft- and when he does you sink down.

“Ah—“

You smile at the way Namjoon flinches, coming up only for the second it takes to spit onto his swollen tip before sinking right back down.

As you bring a hand to stroke the base that you couldn’t quite take, Yoongi tangles his hand in your hair, holding on tight enough to direct and control your speed.

“Just like that baby, keep sucking his dick like a fucking slut.”

Namjoon seems to react at the general sight in front of him, his abdomen clenching when he sees the tears brimming at your ducts all because Yoongi is showing no mercy on you.

You let your tongue trace over and discover every vain and ridge on his cock, not having much time to salvage the feeling when Yoongi is directing you to go so fast. You hum when you reach your gag limit, free hand blindly reaching behind you to tap Yoongi’s leg in signal.

“Fuck…” you attempt to breathe, the sudden gust of air is cool against your slobbered chin.

Yoongi soothes over your now-tangled hair with the flat of his hands, and Namjoon lazily looks down- chest still struggling to catch a subtle pace- hooking his index finger underneath your chin as he uses his thumb to wipe some of the spit.

“That was so fucking hot…” Yoongi purrs.

“Mm… so fucking slutty too,” Namjoon adds.

You giggle softly at their words of appraisal, once again clenching around nothing as you have been for the past however many minutes.

Placing your hands on Namjoon’s thighs, you push yourself up and turn around. Face to face with almost no gap in between you, you place a hand on Yoongi’s chest.

“You,” you say before pointing behind him, “on the couch.”

He looks down at the hand placed on his chest, chuckling smugly before turning around to head for the couch, having muttered a sly and entertained “yes ma’am.”

“And you,” you turn back to Namjoon, his cock still swollen against his lower stomach as he hazily looks up at you, ready to get on his knees if that’s what you want. And it is.

“On your knees in front of the couch, go.”

Same as Yoongi, he chuckles at your authoritative aura, nonetheless complying as you settle over to join Yoongi on said sofa. The older man had taken the initiative to remove his heavy hoodie, leaving nothing but a too-tight t-shirt that’s straining against his chest. You fit yourself into his lap, his thighs on either side of yours as your back leans onto his chest and you can feel his hard bulge against your lower back.

Namjoon follows Yoongi’s lead, tearing his top off as he inches up towards you on his knees. The sight of his upper body plus his fully out and erect dick makes your mouth water, and Yoongi could feel how you press your thighs together.

“Now what, ma’am?” Namjoon asks, underlying humor in his tone when he spoke the authoritative title. You scoff when Yoongi chuckles at it.

“It’s all fun n games til’ I don’t let either of you cum.”

It’s your turn to laugh as both men go quiet, and their sudden compliance makes you so fucking wet.

“Take my pants off…” you softly instruct Namjoon as you let one hand reach up to cup Yoongi’s jaw. “…panties too,” you add just before connecting lips with an eager Yoongi.

It’s soft and sweet, and Yoongi didn’t expect you to bite his lip so lewdly upon Namjoon manhandling your pants off.

His long fingertips pry their way into your waistband, aggressively tearing them down the length of your legs until they’re bunched at your ankles. It was so quick that you didn’t realize he took your panties off too until you felt a hand toying with your slit.

“She’s soaked…” Yoongi speaks against your lips, alerting Namjoon.

You gasp as you look down to see his large hand playing with your vulva, Namjoon sat in front of you with hunger displayed prominently on his features.

“Need your mouth Joonie,” you tell him, almost innocently. Yoongi moans at this, his fingers that were already on your cunt spread you open, and Namjoon’s breath is felt against your clit until he closes his lips around it.

Suctioning slightly, you don’t get to let out the yelp you so badly needed to as Yoongi was quick to resume your kiss.

The pleasure isn’t unbearable yet, but you consider it to be halfway there when Yoongi brings his free hand to harshly squeeze onto your breast, massaging roughly until his fingers begin to toy with your nipple, softly flicking and rolling it between his two fingers.

Namjoon notices how overwhelmed you’re becoming from Yoongi as well as his own subtle licks, and that powers him to go quicker. Tongue lapping your clit, occasionally slipping into your hole, you arch against Yoongi’s chest until his free hand is prying you down, whispering against your lips to “take it like a slut.”

Namjoon shows some mercy by slowing down, his full attention reserved on your glistening bud when he pulls away for air. He flicks over it with the tip of his middle finger before sinking the digit lower, making it disappear inside of you.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head when he curls it, and you let out a rather noisy shriek when Yoongi uses four fingers to rub against your clit- Namjoon adding another digit to your core.

“Mm, I can’t last like this—“ you whine, your breathing is frantic and your pitch is higher than ever. “Slower! I’m gonna… Fuck!”

The feeling that was rushing through your body was denied its release when both men, in sync, stopped their movements completely. You let out a sadistic laugh, dark eyes on Namjoon’s.

“You’re gonna what? Cum?” Namjoon tests as Yoongi teasingly bites at your neck.

Ignoring his words, you only bite back a smirk as you maneuver yourself to turn around and straddle Yoongi’s lap. You give him no warning when you reach into his sweats, stroking him through his boxers for just enough time to feel the wet patch in them until you’re taking him out completely, basking in his subtle whimpers as you smear his precum around with your thumb.

“C’mere,” you say loud enough for Namjoon to know it’s directed to him. “Sit right there,” you nod to the empty space beside you and Yoongi.

He does as told, mouth parted as he watches you handle Yoongi’s cock, goosebumps igniting him when he sees how you begin to line him up with your cunt.

“Play with yourself while I ride him, and don’t cum.”

The room is filled with three different sounds of pleasure when you sink down onto Yoongi, Namjoon watching intently as he syncs his pace on himself with your rhythm.

Yoongi hisses as the feeling of your lukewarm walls suffocating him in such a lewd and wanting way. Namjoon can only imagine how it feels, tightening his grip on himself to mimic it to the best of his abilities.

“So tight, Y/N…” Yoongi almost cries, but he redeems himself with a solid grunt, tucking his face into your neck.

Namjoon wishes it was him crying under you. Wishes it was his thick cock being bounced on ever so roughly. And you, you are head empty as you are in the clouds- soaking in the subtle euphoria that comes from just riding your best friend's dick.

However, you're brought to attention when you hear Namjoon moan your name, hips jolting profusely in spot as his hand trembles the slightest.

“Please.”

You could easily guess what he was referring to, but with an evil grin, you thought it was best to act clueless.

“Please what?”

“Let me cum.”

You suck in through your teeth when Yoongi’s own hips falter, his tip spiking right against where you crave it the most. The feeling is too good to get rid of, so you slow your pace and prolong the moment.

“I don’t think I wanna cum yet… his cock feels so good you have no idea.”

Yoongi blushes beneath you, cheekily placing a chaste kiss on your nipple before teasingly biting it with little to no pressure.

“Y/N.” Namjoon pries.

Yoongi glances over at the younger man, seeing how vulnerable and fucked-out he looks beneath his own touch. He almost pities him for a second, but then he’s brought back to his own pleasure when you bounce a little too hard on his dick and he chokes out a moan.

“Shit, I might cum if you do that again.”

Processing his words, you do it again.

Hips rising, you slam them back down onto him harshly- his whine being even louder than the sound of your skin slapping together. With his cock buried inside of you, balls pressing against your entrance, you roll your hips until he’s frantically feeling out your body in search of something to hold. He lands on your ass, squeezing almost painfully as his high shoots out of him and deep into you, his agape mouth frozen and eyes on a different planet.

Namjoon’s defeated huff shoots your eyes off of the hazed Yoongi and to him, giggling when you see his hand is no longer stroking himself.

“What’s the matter? Gave up?”

“Wanna feel you. Please.”

Exaggeratedly sighing, you ignore him for a moment as you go to grab Yoongi’s jaw and direct his head up and off of the sofa’s backrest, aligning your mouths together and placing a sloppy yet meaningful kiss on his lips.

“Thank you for coming so hard for me,” you whisper against his lips, his eyes still lazily shut in bliss. He only hums in response and with that, you carefully ease his softening cock out of you, feel the warm cum slipping out, and to your surprise- Yoongi’s fingers navigate to your core to stuff it right back in.

“Fuck him good,” Yoongi says as you settle beside Namjoon, now sitting in between the two men. Namjoon rolls his eyes at Yoongi’s banter, desperately eyeing you as you contemplate what to do with him.

“Do you even deserve to fuck me? I was so ready to cum earlier and you denied me.”

“Call it even.”

You scoff, eyes shamelessly flicking down to his aching cock. You feel Yoongi’s eyes on you, and so you straighten your posture as you try your absolute best to sound as seductive as possible when you say,

“But your cock did taste really good…”

Namjoon keeps his puppy eyes intact, hoping you cave and just finally allow his cock the release it so badly needs.

“Think I wanna taste it some more.”

Shifting your knees back onto the sofa, you kneel beside him, ass facing Yoongi as you recline down to align your mouth with Namjoon. Yoongi can’t resist tracing the fingerprints he left, and you giggle at the gesture as you place a soft peck on Namjoon’s tip.

Namjoon lets out the softest of whimpers as your tongue jets out and lands on his shaft, slowly licking him from tip to base and base to tip. Although his series of soft whimpers is quick to transform into something deeper when Yoongi’s fingers ease into your wet cunt- your moan emanating a vibration onto his cock.

“H-hyung go faster on her,” Namjoon speaks up, relishing in the way your throat tightens around his tip and mouth vibrates against his shaft at each moan.

The sight is so filthy, and you know if anyone were to walk in they’d not only smell the evidence of smoke but also see you getting finger fucked while you suck dick- you’d all be done for. But something about that very scene playing out drives you absolutely wild, and Yoongi can feel your pussy clench around his fingers at the mere thought.

If the room weren’t soundproof, you’d be moaning as loud as possible in hopes you do get caught.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum—” Namjoon speaks through a sharp inhale, tone frantic as his chest heaves. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

You feel his cock tense inside of your mouth, and despite the curl of Yoongi’s fingers in you, you resist a moan because you know that will trigger his orgasm. Instead, you stop completely, pulling back slowly and tortuously all while staring directly into his frantic, dark eyes.

And just as a smirk begins to pull at the corners of your lips, any further words or breaths are cut short as Namjoon’s hand grasps your neck, igniting a gasp that robs you of all oxygen, and somehow flips you back first onto the sofa. Having stood up in the process, he now stares down at you with one knee above your head- cock directly in front of your face. He grasps his shaft, angling his tip to your parted lips as he strokes hard and fast.

One look at Yoongi was all it took for the older man to understand, mimicking Namjoon’s stance and placing one knee on the sofa as he stood up straight on the other. Guiding your leg onto his shoulder, his fingers continued their strum on your cunt, pace almost inhumane as you whine “t-too much!”

Your cries bring Namjoon closer to the edge, stroking himself even faster than before as your hips jolt and buckle under Yoongi’s touch.

“I-I’m cumming, Yoongi. S-stop now…”

Your eyes roll to the back of your head and everything is a foggy haze when your orgasm spills out of you- Yoongi still rubbing you frantically like it hasn’t.

You don’t see how Namjoon’s jaw drops and pace falters, and all goes black when something shoots out of you. The feeling is only enhanced by Namjoon’s webs of pleasure pooling onto miscellaneous spots of your face, especially your lips.

Yoongi’s fingers stop, and your clit throbs, and yet whatever you just did felt so fucking good that you still can’t open your eyes.

“Holy f—“

“You just squirted…” Yoongi notes in awe, just as out of breath as you and Namjoon.

Your eyes widen, instantly trailing down Yoongi’s figure and seeing the aftermath of your sudden liquids now in the form of water droplets running down his abdomen.

“Shit… I’m sorry—“

“Sorry?” Namjoon chuckles from above you, and you look up. His cock has yet to soften but his aura definitely has. He places a hand on your jaw and gently caresses your cheek. “Don’t be sorry, that was the hottest thing I think I’ve ever seen.”

His thumb trails against your bottom lip, collecting his own orgasm and telling you “open,” before wiping it onto your tongue. You suck all remains off and swallow, eyes blissfully shutting once again.

“We should smoke together more often…” Yoongi mumbles as he sits back down in his original spot, directing your legs onto his lap.

“I’ll bring the speaker,” Namjoon adds, earning a giggle from you.

“And I’ll bring the song suggestions,” you joke, both men snickering lazily in exhaustion.

Namjoon grabs his Yoongi’s hoodie from the floor, using it to gently clean your face up before sitting down beside you, positioning your head to rest in his lap.

Maybe your music preference isn’t too bad after all, Yoongi silently thinks to himself with a grin.

~~~

a/n: i rly wanna say this is the smuttiest smut i’ve ever written but it was just another day in the office lmao. hope you enjoyed luvs! do all the things if u did <3

*kind of proofread, kinda not*

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The night before graduation…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nessa: Going to a spa retreat. 1d ago

Nessa: I won’t have my phone. 1d ago

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

Nessa: Only Dahlia. Not you. 1d ago

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Morning of graduation…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Everything is unfolding neatly, falling right into place.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I won’t go, don’t worry.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Finish getting ready, you.”

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

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

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

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

“So beautiful, Y/N. You’re perfect.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nessa: You’re kidding me. 5m ago

Nessa: Are you fucking serious. 4m ago

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

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

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

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

He never unsent it.

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

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

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

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

Cowards, Jungkook thinks to himself.

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey,” the unexpected voice speaks.

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

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

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

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

“How are you, Y/N?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You immediately take your hand away, another scoff escaping.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

All of it allows you to take in the moment.

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

“So. Proud.” He mouths.

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

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

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

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

“I’m so sorry, Y/N”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You: fine :) ready for your speech? now

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

Nessa.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He forgot to unsend the picture.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your voice is shaky, disappointment already evident.

“I can explain that, just—”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

How could it not?

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

And the man who told you he loved you.

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

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

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

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

“I’m so s—”

Jay.

Again.

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

“Y/N? Are you okay?”

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

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

Annoyed, you tug your hand away.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

His finger moves to your bottom lip.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You can’t bring yourself to drive off.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

All you wanted was to love Jungkook.

You remember this morning.

You remember the first time you saw Jungkook.

You remember the day in the lecture hall.

The day at the art museum.

You remember every memory made with Dahlia.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Recollecting how he is a married man.

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

~~~

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Jungkook has heard of stories like this. He’s overheard students talk about stories like this. He’s heard the school board discuss stories like this at meetings.

And not once has he ever envisioned himself to be the one in the story.

Throughout the blaring specs of phone flashes surrounding him in every angle, Jungkook sees nothing but red, quite literally as his knuckles are split. The face of his opponent gory as he continues to smash his fists into it.

He wasn’t aware of when his hearing tuned out, but it did, and all he hears now is a steady, high pitched ringing in his ears. He’s unable to bring himself to stop, unable to show mercy on Jay.

He’d go to unbelievable measures for you, he knew that. You knew that. Except neither of you knew he was capable of throwing his life away for you.

Yet there he was, signing it away with each hit.

And there you were, on the verge of blacking out but mesmerized by the sight of undeniable love taking place in front of you, in the twisted form of blood and violence.

But the idealization of hearts are red afterall.

3 Hours Earlier…

Sitting on the curb beside his Impala, Jungkook flicks his finger through what he finds out to be an empty pack of Marlboro’s, the same pack that slipped out of your open handbag as you stood only feet away from him, asking for another man’s number.

And not just any man, your ex. The same ex you told Jungkook less than an hour ago of the repulsive things he did.

Jungkook knew you probably hated him after what happened with Nessa, but he didn’t think you’d go far enough to hurt not just him but also yourself by associating with Jay. He hopes you only did it to be petty, because although it stung, Jungkook can tolerate it. What he can’t tolerate is the idea of you genuinely giving Jay a chance after he treated you how he did all those years ago and today. However, you didn’t spare a single glance at Jungkook when you succeeded in receiving Jay’s number, only leading Jungkook to believe there was a real goal in there somewhere.

It was unbeknownst to him that you smoked, it’s a habit he partakes in occasionally—but not once around you. Of course never around Dahlia. Only when he’s stressed, which hasn’t been for a while. But as he sits in the parking lot of 7-11, he groans as he gets up off the curb, locking his car and heading in to buy a new pack.

The cashier isn’t the happiest looking and his eyes are halfway open as Jungkook asks for one pack of American Spirit—none are healthy but he knows that American Spirit is healthier than the others. It’s the first thing he noticed when he saw you smoked Marlboro, internally scolding your choice of product. He places the first lighter he sees on display onto the glass counter as well.

After promptly paying, he’s made his way back over to his seat back on the curb, placing a cigarette between his lips and cupping his hand over the end to shield the wind as he lights it. He takes his first drag, exhaling slowly as he looks up at the night sky.

There’s no stars, he notices.

Even the sky is upset after today’s events, he thinks to himself. Jungkook tried playing everything back but he can’t wrap his head around how amazingly fast everything went wrong. He questions if the truth would’ve came out even if the picture wasn’t sent. He wonders if you still would’ve asked for Jay’s number even if nothing happened.

He wonders how he could be stupid enough to just stand there as your heart broke. He couldn’t have prevented it from breaking—he wasn’t going to lie to you, but he could’ve at least picked up all the pieces. He could’ve said more. He could’ve taken the chance to explain to you why him and Nessa aren’t divorced.

Jungkook knows he’s a piece of shit for keeping it from you throughout the entirety of your relationship, but he is not a cheater.

Despite the legality, him and Nessa are not and were not together. Or on a “break.”

Taking another drag, he brings his forehead to his elbow that’s rested on his knee, regretting not explaing any of that to you. He tried texting you but nothing went through, and he’s no phone tech but he’s pretty sure he’s blocked—no other ways to contact you except for actually going to your apartment but he’s not crazy.

And he’s also not very confident you’re there anyway.

He finishes his cigarette, lungs full and hope empty as he sits alone in the dark parking lot, prolonging going home because it’ll feel too empty there without you or Dahlia. It’d be too different from this morning when he had both.

He keeps his ringer on, not confident but more desperate than ever that you’ll at least text him.

Lying on your couch in a loose plain black t-shirt and panties, you blast music on your tv with a bottle of Tito’s in hand. The good shit, and a whole lot of it. You don’t know exactly how you got here, but you aren’t complaining. You feel good. You feel energetic yet relaxed. You feel like you can go the whole night without thinking about Jungkook.

You almost forget you blocked him when you wonder why he hasn’t texted you, and you debate unblocking to see if he has anything to say-which you end up not doing because you promised yourself you wouldn’t.

You shouldn’t.

He’s a liar and a fake and a bad, bad man, you mumble your thoughts aloud, giggling to yourself when you realize just how drunk you are.

You also remember way earlier today and how controlling Jungkook was about you not going to the pool party. You acknowledge the way you forced yourself not to feel when he shut you down about it—and you’re angry. It’s your graduation night, not his. It’s not your fault he’s not 23 and he shouldn’t deprive you of your fun.

You want to get fucked up at a party. You want to meet new friends. You want to go in a damn pool.

You also happen to have a drawer full of swimsuits calling your name.

Taking another swig of the Tito’s (you’ve lost count on how much you’ve had) you place it on your coffee table before turning the tv volume up and heading to your bedroom to get ready for the party that you deserve to attend like everyone else.

Jungkook has made it home by now, the quietness immediately depressing him. The bouquet of flowers he got you is still on the counter, left there originally with the plans being that you’d come home with him.

Hell, his house was practically your home. Your scent lingered in it, you had miscellaneous items around, you had his bed that you slept in more than your own apartment’s. And as far as Jungkook was concerned you were going to officially move in after graduation. Although that was never confirmed by you, so he doesn’t let himself get too sad about that specific could-have-been.

Making his way up the stairs, the same stairs he was walking up beside you in just last night, he unbuttons his shirt, and of course it makes him remember how you’d always be the one to button it. You were the one to button it just today—Jungkook remembers and almost wants to keep it buttoned solely because of that very reason, but he’s not pathetic.

He is, however, pathetic enough to lie down on your side of his bed.

Laying stomach first on the bed that you both made together this morning after making love, Jungkook cuddles into your pillow. It smells like the shampoo he bought you for when you shower at his place, mixed with your naturally warm and welcoming scent.

He’s not a crier, but if he was, he’d most definitely be sobbing right now. But the actual act of crying is only a physical thing, his dry eyes don’t change how horrible he’s feeling inside. It doesn’t rid the wrecking ball weighing down on his chest. He’s a little bit in denial, not accepting the fact that he may possibly never see you again. But maybe that’s because he knows if you don’t reach out first, he’s just going to have to show up at your apartment. He’s not going to let you go without explaining everything first, and if you still want to leave after hearing him out, then maybe he’ll start to accept it more.

For the first time tonight, Jungkook wonders if this is a break up. Or was that a given? People don’t just block their partners because they’re mad, he tries to explain to himself. You only block people you’re done with. Hence the term block-you’re blocking them out of your life.

Blocking them off of your phone too, apparently.

But again, he’s not giving up. So if this is going to end in a break up then this right now is the pre breakup, but he knows there’s a chance at salvation.

Jungkook decides to go to bed early, not having absolutely anything else to do except sulk around, which he can easily do in the form of excessive sleep. Getting up to go brush his teeth, his phone chimes in his chino pocket.

Y/N❤️: Attachment: 1 Image now

It’s unhealthy how fast Jungkook retrieved the device out of his pocket, eagerly swiping up to open your message as soon as he sees it’s you. Except his relief upon you texting is cut short when he examines what it is you sent.

You’re in a swimsuit, and Jungkook doesn’t know if he’s exaggerating or if it’s genuinely revealing too much. Regardless, you’re practically naked with a bottle of alcohol pressed against your cheek, the text below the image saying all he needs to know to understand that you’re wasted, and Jungkook hopes to God you aren’t seriously leaving your apartment in that condition.

Y/N❤️: im foinf to the partg fu k you jeon 2m ago

He calls you three times, all of which being sent to voicemail. He tries texting you to pick up but you obviously don’t, and Jungkook nearly has an aneurysm trying to think of ways to get to you. He thinks about speeding to your apartment but he fears he won’t get there in time. He texts you again.

Jungkook: Y/N listen to me, I know you’re mad at me but do not drive or go anywhere right now. now

Jungkook: Stay home. Please. now

You reply back with a scramble of words that Jungkook makes out to say ‘you’re just jealous’ which he saw coming. He calls again, and again, and again, and after the fourth call declines he decides fuck it and races downstairs, but right as he reaches for his car keys, you text him back.

Y/N❤️: jays takinh me gtg. now

Jungkook: Y/N that’s not a good idea, please don’t do this. not delivered!

And just like that he’s blocked again, except now with the knowledge that you are drunk and getting picked up by the last man on earth he trusts to go to a pool party that’s probably flooded with irrational idiots all while being dressed in highly minimal clothing. Jungkook is disappointed, but no more than he is quick to move.

Once again, you don’t know how you got here.

Sat beside Jay in his pretentious car, you tilt your head out the open window, enjoying the wind against your face. You catch him stealing glances every now and then and all you can do is roll your eyes.

Originally, when you texted Jay, you swore you were texting Jungkook—the J’s confusing you as your vision was (and still is) a blur. It was the same picture you ended up sending to the correct J contact, but you were able to play it off by asking ‘are you going to the party?’ to which he quickly responded with yes and asked if you needed a ride. It was quite simple, and now you’re in his vehicle, on the way to said party.

“How much did you have to drink?” Jay asks through a laugh as he sees you leaning your entire head out the window.

“Mind your business,” you whine with half lids and a smile, still playing the hating game.

You’re not trying to flirt, you’re strictly exercising an attempt at a friendship with him. However he for sure has a different idea, the picture you sent only encouraging it. You don’t want to come off as rude though, so you won’t friend zone him. Not yet.

“You seeing anyone?” He tries his best to ask casually but you can’t help but laugh at his terrible attempt.

“Mind your business,” you repeat again lightheartedly through a smile.

Looking up out of the window you notice there’s no stars in the sky, you think even the sky is going through stuff today.

“You know about the rumor, right?”

“What rumor?” You ask softly and absentmindedly with your eyes now closed. The music he’s playing is tranquil and easy, further relaxing you.

“That you and Professor Jeon are fucking.”

Your eyes widen like saucers and you feel your soul come out of your body. For a long moment, you consider that that’s the alcohol making you hallucinate. But when he follows up with “is it true?” you know it’s real and you try to sober up faster than you can shut that accusation down. Sitting up you, you refuse to look into his eyes, focusing your gaze out the window, upright this time.

“Who came up with that?” You try your best to put up a front, wishing for the first time tonight you weren’t drunk so that you can do a better job.

Jay begins laughing dryly, shaking his head to himself.

“What?”

“Everyone who had his class would say how he looks at you like he wants to pounce on you, it’s not hard to guess.”

Jay never even had Jungkook as a professor but with a “rumor” like that you wouldn’t doubt it traveled across campus. You just hope it didn’t reach any admin.

Even though you’re still mad at him.

“Well I’m not fucking Professor Jeon, that’s insane.” You made sure to exaggerate the accusation.

Jay isn’t buying any of it, but you’re too drunk to notice. You keep your eyes out the windows admiring the big fancy houses, and it isn’t until you realize a familiar tree and a familiar street that you realize you’re in a very familiar neighborhood.

“I mean I wouldn’t doubt it if you are, I had the weirdest vibe coming from him at graduation, like he had a problem with me or something.”

“How does that have anything to do with me and him fucking?” Your mind left the conversation, luckily he didn’t turn down Jungkook’s street but the fact the destination is still in his neighborhood makes you iffy.

And as for what Jay is going on about, you know exactly what he’s talking about, but you’re still confused on how that’d correlate to someone who doesn’t know.

“If you guys do fuck, sometimes people who fuck are close and you tell things to people you’re close to so maybe you told him something about me, I don’t know.”

He’s got a little right, but you’re growing tired of everyone calling you both fuck buddies. Not like boyfriend and girlfriend would be any better in this case. But you don’t even know what he is to you as of right now, not that any of that matters, you tell yourself.

“That’s a big stretch, Jay.” You try to laugh off, hiding the fear behind your tone. “And stop believing rumors, we’re too old for that.”

He drops it, not really caring anyways. If anything he finds it hot that you’re possibly out there fucking your teachers, especially Professor Jeon-the guy has every girl on campus swooning for him.

He pulls into the small modern mansion, music blaring from the outside and though it’s on the opposite end of the community, you pray it’s not loud enough for Jungkook to hear from his house. There’s cars parked all the way down 4 blocks, some idiot even parking on the high maintenance lawn.

You follow Jay out of the car and to the cobblestone pathway going down along the side of the house, leading to the biggest home pool you’ve ever seen. There’s a waterfall and built in hot tub with maybe fifty people in total in and near the water, most of the party being inside or on the patio deck. You can see the harsh led lights inside through the tall glass doors, a massive table of drinks just next to it.

Jay takes your hand, which you try to think of as a friendly gesture, and guides you inside.

“I think I’m all set on drinks for the night!” you shout, hardly being able to hear yourself over the Drake song blaring through the speakers, nearly shaking the house. Jay pours you a cup anyway.

“Don’t be lame, that was your pregame!” He shouts back, handing you a cup of dark liquor, which you try to avoid since it makes you blackout drunk almost every time.

You’re a lightweight drinking a cup of god knows what after already consuming half a bottle of Tito’s at home.

You know you’re making very poor decisions, but you put extreme trust in Jay. You know Jungkook wouldn’t like anything about this, but you still try to have fun.

Jay’s still holding your hand, now guiding you further into the house, somehow in the process locking fingers without you even noticing and you try to undo it, but his grip is tight. You figure it’s for the best so you don’t get lost in the swarms of people.

Taking a sip out of your cup, you notice eyes of men on you as they give Jay what looks like an approving nod, but you don’t think much of it.

He spots an empty sofa in the foyer of the house, the area still being hit by the multicolored strobe lighting. You take a seat at the end, to which he sits beside you.

It’s a little quieter here, suitable for conversation held at a regular volume.

“You’re not gonna swim?” You ask Jay in genuine wonder but he only laughs. He downs the rest of his cup in about three gulps then stacks it under yours.

“Your turn,” he nods to your cup, no reaction whatsoever from the liquor he just chugged.

You’re not a chugger, barely are a sipper, and hardly even a drinker. Yet here you are, at some random house, sat beside your ex while inhaling a cup of what you just found out to be Captain Morgan.

You wince hard, throwing the plastic cup on the floor for effect, earning a laugh from Jay who uses a finger to wipe your mouth.

You wouldn’t have thought anything crazy of it if he hadn’t locked eyes with you while he did it, making the gesture feel awfully sexual.

“Jay,” you warn, leaning away. The alcohol is definitely in your system and everything lowers down about five notches in brightness. You feel him toy with the string of your bikini bottoms, to which you weakly try to move his hand away but it feels like your wrists are made of jelly. He’s closer to you now, breath an inch or so away and strangely, you don’t smell a hint of alcohol whatsoever.

“Jay,” you say more sternly, scared but unable to move. “Jay stop.” He doesn’t stop, his fingers successfully undoing one side of your tie-up bikini bottom. “Jay please,” you try one last time, but you still feel his fingertips slowly trace up your skin. But before he can make it anywhere violating, you feel a soft material of a shirt fly onto your lap, swiftly covering you, before a hard thump is heard and Jay’s head is crashing into the back of the couch on the impact.

You pick up the scent of the shirt immediately; the familiarity.

With heavy eyes, you think you’re dreaming when you look up and see a shirtless Jungkook resembling something of an angel even while tossing Jay onto the floor and giving him absolute hell.

It took so much to find the address of the party you were headed to and Jungkook was absolutely fuming when he came to find out it was only a couple streets down from him.

However, it rushed the process of him getting there, and after he searched the entire house, pool deck and all, he realized he arrived there before you.

It was a low moment in Jungkook’s career when he had to render up a roster of his recently graduated student's emails, asking where the party is being held. He initially was going to include an excuse in his email, blaming the need of the address on a campus matter—but he figured that’d make it worse. Plus he couldn’t think of anything and it was an emergency to him.

He instead, just made himself sound like the cool professor who wants in on the fun, the email reading ‘Good evening, to my understanding a post grad party is being held tonight, details where would be appreciated.’

To which his inbox got flooded with replies from all the fifteen students he sent it to, all of which giving the address.

When he arrived he felt like a celebrity, but not in a good way whatsoever. Almost all eyes were on him, low mumbles of confused students talking amongst each other not thinking he could hear them. “Is that Professor Jeon?” was the main question he heard at least ten people utter. He even heard someone bet money that he was there to see a student, which he scoffed at.

He heard your name brought up quite a few times, which was questionable, but that didn’t matter as the cat would be out of the bag the second you arrived and he drags you right back out.

But Jungkook overestimated his senses.

Overpowered by the blaring music and having difficulty monitoring both the front and back door at the same time, all while people surrounded every inch of the house, he completely missed you as you walked in.

He didn’t spot you until his eleventh or twelfth scan around the house, and when he saw who you were with—or better yet who was with you, rage came over him like never before and he pushed through bodies with a fist clenched by his side. He saw how you were on the verge of blacking out, he saw how Jay was all over you, untying your bottoms, and the closer he got, he heard you telling Jay to stop—which he didn’t.

And that’s when he lost it.

In one swift motion he takes his t-shirt off and throws it onto your lap to cover you up, his fist coming in full speed contact with Jay’s face the second he gets the chance. Jay didn’t come remotely close in size to Jungkook, so when he tried swinging back it only made him embarrass himself as Jungkook tossed him to the floor, fists meeting his face one after one.

Jungkook didn’t plan to continue. He didn’t plan to hurt Jay at all even. But after witnessing him taking advantage of you, combined with the anger he felt hearing about how he left you hanging after a miscarriage, Jungkook loses control. It’s all so fast and sudden that a crowd doesn’t form around until Jay’s face is already distorted and Jungkook’s knuckles are crimson red. Jungkook hears the gasps and screams. He hears you yelling stop, even sees you in the corner of his eye covering your mouth and crying, and he would usually listen to you, but not for this.

Jay’s still conscious, and Jungkook purposely avoids his head for that reason. He focuses on his face and jaw, wanting him to feel each hit. Wanting to hurt him like how he hurt you.

A couple of guys try pulling him off, but Jungkook doesn’t budge. He’s allowing every emotion he failed to finish feeling let itself roll out onto the boy’s face.

Jungkook once again finds himself thinking about how wrong everything went. He thinks about Jay, he thinks about himself, he even thinks about Nessa. He thinks about how she ruined his perfect dynamic, how she let her own issues with herself destroy the first good thing to come into Jungkook's life since Nessa left him angry and alone.

He lets it all out onto Jay, even though he has nothing to do with that part, but fuck Jay, he thinks. He nails his jaw harder remembering just how much he despises him.

Jungkook knows he’s causing real damage physically. He knows people are trying to pull him off so that he doesn’t kill the boy. He knows he’s probably going to face terrible consequences. Yet still, he can’t stop.

Just like the people watching, Jungkook believes he might actually never stop—but then he sees you in the corner of his eyes about to nearly fall to the floor, blacking out. It was to be expected but you held out longer than most.

The second he unclenches his fists he knows he caused pretty bad damage to himself as well, a stinging ache being intensified by air hitting his open knuckles. He’s forced to take it like a champ to catch you.

He hears the room of nearly a hundred people as they break out into rumbles of “I knew it” and “he’s fighting over Y/N.” He ignores each one as he carries you over his shoulder, taking his shirt that fell with you off of the ground as he drapes it over your bum to cover you. He really wishes you at least worn a cover up over the bikini, but he’s met with bigger concerns as he sees Jay on the ground, covering his nose.

Jungkook isn’t worried about the legality. If Jay presses charges, Jungkook will make sure he suffers the consequences of what he tried to do to you. Even if Jay doesn’t press charges, Jungkook still wants to do more damage. But right now, he’s only focused on navigating the both of you out, the crowd backing up and he keeps his eyes down as some people are still recording.

What Jungkook is worried about, however, is his job as a professor. He knows the videos will circulate. He knows word will get around to the dean probably before the night ends. But he knew all of this even before the first punch, he knew it’d cost him his career. Jungkook didn’t give a single care in the world, though.

To turn his back to Jay after witnessing what he did, after hearing about the person he was, it would’ve stripped Jungkook of his morals. Of his manhood. Of his humanity.

And he’d be more than happy to explain that to whichever higher power he has to deal with first.

Jungkook also wishes the circumstance were different, but is glad to have you in his arms. Even if it means everything that just happened.

Setting you down to rest in the backseat, he doesn’t know where to take you. Would it be selfish to take you to his house? He wouldn’t want you to be mad when you wake up, but he also doesn’t want you to be alone. This brings him to wonder if it’d be worse if he stayed with you at your apartment. He’d leave as soon as you say the words, he just wants to make sure you’re okay for the night. However Jungkook settles on the fact that his home is your home.

He drives two streets down before reaching his destination.

Instantly, a shot to the head is what it feels like. Disgruntled, you groan as you open your eyes, vision foggy as you adjust your eyes to the darkness and your comfort. You’re too confused and out-of-it to know where you are, but the second the pain comes down from its peak and a soft voice is coaxing you, you’re aware.

“You’re okay,” Jungkook whispers from his seat beside you on his bed, reaching over to get two pills and a glass of water he had ready on his night table. “Here, you’ll feel better if you take these.”

His knuckles are wrapped in bandages, faint blood being seen through. You wince at the short lasting remembrance of how he hurt his knuckles—worsening your headache.

You don’t oblige to the pills, carefully propping yourself up on your elbows andJungkook expects you to take them yourself but is met with your tongue darting out for him to do the honors. He doesn’t oblige either, relieved you’re not mad at him even if it’s not much that you’re asking for.

“Head back a little,” he speaks lowly, dropping in the first pill before bringing the glass of water to your lips, repeating the action for the second.

The silence is deafening, but maybe that’s a good thing, at least until your headache subsides. Jungkook is walking on eggshells even by just breathing, he doesn’t want to set you off or do anything that’ll make you remember you hate him.

And oh how you wish he knew that you didn’t.

Your memory from before blacking out is butchered and you can’t think of much through the drum beat going on in your head, but you do remember the way you felt. You remember the small generalized glimpses you caught of Jungkook beating the living shit out of Jay.

You faintly remember Jay. Which is disappointing, you think to yourself. So disappointing that you pay it no mind and instead focus on Jungkook, your knight in shining armor.

He saved you, is what you recall. Without hesitation, he beat the bricks off of your ex all in an effort to save you. Like Jungkook, you’re certain the videos will circulate (the parade of phone flashes also being in your recollection) and he will sooner than later lose his job. But also like Jungkook, you’re a little in denial and still pretty shaken up about the consequences of it all. But it’s there, yet you and him are only focused on why he did it.

Despite the obvious, it was mainly love.

It’s not something you didn’t know, you knew you loved him a while ago and he knows you do too. Only that a few hours ago you swore you hated him. You wanted nothing to do with him and even now, his secret still bothers you. Yet despite it, you can only love him. You can still only have nothing but love for him after he risked it all.

And he, of course, loves you more. He proved that, though. And in a twisted way he’s so fucking glad he did because it’s what earned the tight hug you’re giving him now.

Lightspeed quick you wrap your arms around Jungkook’s shoulders, position awkward but not stopping you. You hold him tight, and it takes him a second to register what you’re doing but wraps his arms around you when he does. He too holds tight and you don’t say a word. You’re sure he understands why, and you both just feel.

You stay like that for what seems like a full thirty minutes, a small sigh escaping both of you when you release. Crashing back down onto the bed, resting your head on the pillow, you look up to face him as he’s still sat up.

Despite the love, you can’t just not address the elephant in the room. Or at least one of them.

“Jungkook,” you groan, voice practically gone yet you still try. “Why are you married?”

He pretends to be caught off guard to give him time to prepare himself for the explanation. It’s something he hasn’t had time to think about tonight, not that it’s a lie that he has to come up with but rather so much truth that it’s gonna be hard to lay out all the details. He doesn’t want to miss anything, he owes you the complete truth.

Sighing, he sits up straighter, fiddling his thumbs.

“First off, I’m sorry. I know that’s huge to keep from you but there was really no way around it.”

He keeps eye contact, hoping you see the honesty.

“There was the truth,” you cut in. “Even though you’re late, you can let me know now.”

Jungkook nods, appreciating his chance at redemption.

“We had a messy breakup, we just weren’t very compatible from the start and grew to resent each other. Our relationship was failing even before Dahlia and the one time we tried rekindling our relationship with sex—we find out about a month later that we’re having a child.”

You take his bandaged hand in yours to ease him, guiding it to rest on your warm abdomen. He gives a small appreciative grin before continuing.

“I couldn’t imagine raising Dahlia separately so I put our differences aside and proposed, and coincidentally she couldn’t imagine doing that either so she said yes. It took about one year before we couldn’t even look at each other without getting mad, and so I told her I wanted to end things.”

He leans the back of his head onto the bed’s headboard, exhaling. He’s definitely eased up, not putting too much pressure on the story and instead just letting it all loose for you. You keep your eyes on him, having tuned to your side to give him your undivided attention. He continues.

“But with Dahlia being a financial struggle as is, on top of just the lack of money we both had, neither of us had spare money for a divorce. It wasn’t needed, but a separation was. So legal action aside, we split up. I told her we’d get all the legality done when we could both afford it, but things were going smoothly and we were coparenting from afar perfectly, so I didn’t make the divorce my top priority even when I ended up being financially ready.”

“Why couldn’t you get a loan for the divorce instead of waiting?”

“I couldn’t ask my parents, they gave me a generous loan for this house beforehand thinking I’d raise the baby here with Nessa. I couldn’t get one from the bank either because my credit got fucked when I bought my car but that’s a whole other story.”

You hum in understanding and he looks down at you.

“So how come you haven’t gotten one now that you can afford it?”

“It just wasn’t a priority for the longest time and I got used to it. I wasn’t seeing anyone, you’re the first since everything went south with Nessa, so I never thought there was a good enough reason to. Plus before you, things were running smoothly with Nessa like I mentioned, so I didn’t want to ruin that by slapping a divorce onto her without knowing if she was financially ready or not. So I put it off, and that leads me to now—having to explain to the girl that would have inevitably came along that I’m legally married. It was a mistake to not tell you right off the bat, but I couldn’t bring myself to.”

Jungkook looks up again, presumably embarrassed.

“I was excited when you came along and hopeful for a future that I unfortunately couldn’t have with Nessa.” He looks back down. “I’m a thirty year old man, Y/N, I’m looking to settle down, I have been for the past couple years. From the moment you spoke to me up until right now I’ve wanted nothing but you to be the woman in my life. I’m sorry if that’s weird.”

You reach up and place your hand on his jaw, aiming his face back down. Locking eyes, you give him a kind smile.

“Not weird at all.”

Jungkook joins you laying down, turning the dim nightside lamp off in the process. Face to face in bed, he kisses your nose before responding.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. For everything. The ceremony, the party, the lies, everything.”

It may be the hangover, but you can’t remember much about the ceremony from today. Other than it being a shitshow and making you cry, you can’t remember much. You do however remember Jungkook smiling at you when you walked the stage. You remember little Dahlia smiling up at you from the audience. You remember the kiss Jungkook gave you the second you were able to be alone. You remember all the good and hardly the bad, just like Jungkook hoped.

Reaching his lips, you prolong it for as long as possible, sneaking your tongue in slowly and lapping it with his. The romance is abundant and the second it gets heated you break away, not ready to stop talking to him yet.

“Don’t worry about it, I love you.”

You see the sad in Jungkook’s eyes burst back to life with that notorious gleam, a smile taking over.

“I love you more.”

Just as everything fell out of place, as every puzzle piece from what was once a completed puzzle gone missing, it all came back in this moment.

He’s got you, he thinks to himself. He was determined to keep you and he got you. And you got him. A devoted man who’d do absolutely anything for you. Even beat up your ex and cost himself a whole lot.

As everything came back to life and your happiness restored, you still knew to address one thing for certain.

“You’re getting that divorce as soon as possible.”

Jungkook pulls you in close, “Was already planning on it.”

Lying in the dark on the bed filled with the only familiarity you’ve ever wanted back, you thank your lucky stars for salvaging your perfect day. You thank Jungkook internally for not cheating and instead just being a dork who didn’t want to serve the divorce papers.

Your dork.

Lying in the arms of the only man you’ve ever loved, you pray to those same lucky stars that his future will be easy on him too after what happened tonight. After a long moment of silence, Jungkook having thought you were already asleep, you can’t help but ask one last thing.

“Jungkook?”

“Hm?”

“Do you think you’re getting fired?”

“Definitely.”

~~~

a/n: this chap was so angsty oh my lord. headcannon them falling asleep happy tg thooo <3 (also headcannon the gif i used as jk smoking while oc was still sleeping on his bed after he brought her to his house!) ty for reading luvies do all the things if u enjoyed🫶🏻

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