방탄소년단

Jeongguk is a dead man tomorrow. You’ll absolutely make sure of it.

It hasn’t even been that long since you’ve heard them barging into the apartment, but you swear that if you had to hear another girl screaming his name in the next few days, you'd end up pounding your head into the nearest wall. The noises the girls make are deafening, and incredibly annoying to say the least. It’s actually worse though when you're trying to focus on a very important assignment for class at hand, only for you to end up getting distracted every five seconds because of it.

The very last thing you want to do when you come home from an extremely exhausting day of university is hear some random ass girl get dicked down by your just as equally annoying roommate, Jeongguk. Lately, you began to notice that this behavior of his was starting to become a pattern within the past two weeks and for the life of you, you couldn't quite understand why. He hasn't always been like this. In fact, it’s really unlike him to have this fuckboy-like attitude.

So what exactly had happened between that time period that caused Jeongguk to act this way?

Well, one thought after another, you’ve become faced with a plethora of assumptions trying to solve it. You know, maybe exams finally started to wear down on him and was in desperate need of a quick mood changer? Maybe he’s going through something? It wouldn’t make sense though, you’re his roommate and his bestest friend, so you would know if something happened, but for once you actually have no idea at all what it could be. He could be wanting some space, wanting to deal with it on his own.

There is a time you could recall before this happened that he’s been getting pretty distant, though you didn’t want to pressure him into talking to you about what was wrong. If Jeongguk was ready to talk, he’d know that he could come right to you for absolutely anything he needed. Except, he reacted the exact opposite of what you’d expect.

The warm sunshine you once knew quickly turned into the cold winter with no warning whatsoever. You weren’t at all prepared for the hurt you’d feel during this drastic, unexpected change from him. Not being able to have your friend by your side like good times has started to weigh down on you.

You’ve tried talking to him about this whole situation before to no avail. Jeongguk would shut you out each and every time, disregarding it as if it’s always been this way. You know he’s well aware of what he’s doing and how you feel about this, he has to. At first you were— and still very are— concerned about him. But then he’d bring his flings practically everyday, and it soon became a difficult situation for you to deal with.

You wondered what happened to the cutie you met for the first time last year. Namjoon, your dear friend from university, introduced him to you, saying that a good friend of his needed a roommate to help cover the costs of the house after the last one suddenly moved out without letting Jeongguk know about it beforehand. Your heart sinks as you remember the details of the situation. From what Namjoon had explained to you, Jeongguk unfortunately couldn’t cover the expenses all by himself and was in desperate need of help. You felt so bad for the situation he was in, and you being the angel that you are, wanted to help almost right away, though you had your doubts about it.

At first you were obviously a little worried about living alone with a stranger, let alone some random man you didn't know. Although you were overthinking it like crazy for an understandable reason, you realize that you trusted Namjoon enough that he wouldn't let you live with someone that would potentially harm you in any way. He never would’ve brought it up to you in the first place if Jeongguk was some kind of creep, either. Namjoon would never put you in any kind of danger.

It caught you completely off guard when you finally met your soon-to-be flatmate for the very first time. Just by the way he talked about this guy, you were honestly half expecting him to be somewhat similar to being nerdy like Namjoon himself, who’s already the top student of your university. Though you couldn’t help the way your jaw dropped when you saw a complete fuckboy right in front of your eyes. First of all, you were so surprised to know Namjoon even had friends like that. At first glance you noticed that Jeongguk has so many tattoos and piercings, the combination itself made you want to fall weak to your knees, but with an ethereal face like his, as well? Oh you thought you were in for a hell of a ride that you were not prepared for.

Unfortunately for you though, you did not have much of a ride to begin with during your first days of living in this shared apartment. When you first moved in, things were definitely very awkward between the two of you, rightfully so for the fact of being complete strangers. The only conversations that would come out of you two were either about rent, groceries or any other utilities that were needed in the home. Nothing else would ever come of them until about six months in, when he needed some help with cooking dinner for that night.

The request itself was very unexpected, you felt obliged to help him out, especially when he asked you so politely. It was very adorable, and hey, who were you to complain when you could use that chance to learn about your mysterious roommate. That night was the start of a very beautiful, blossoming friendship very quickly, the two of you even going as far as to joke about being soulmates.

Sooner than expected, awkward greetings turned into actual conversations about random topics such as the music he listens to, or the movies you watch in the living room. Things were going very, very well in the home. It was peaceful, and very chill. There was a mutual respect for one another, and never did it once break because you both knew very well what boundaries needed to be set without actually setting them. On the days that you two would bring your little flings home, the sounds were kept to a minimum.

Obviously you made sure of that. How embarrassing would it be to have your roommate hear you have sex? Even if he wouldn’t have brought it up, the thought of him knowing how you sounded was enough to haunt you for the rest of your life.

Anyways, this kind of situation never came up before because of that very respect, but as of recently, Jeongguk did not care one bit it seems like, and it continues to prove itself even now.

Again, you heard a piercing ring of a moan bounce off the walls and echo throughout the apartment. Seriously, Jeongguk cannot be that good. You knew that you had to do something no matter how uncomfortable it might be. If nothing was done now, you don't know when it'll ever stop. Instantly fueled by those words, you didn’t stop to think about any consequence this may lead to, your body shooting up from your desk to make its way straight to Jeongguk's room, where you knocked on his door.

You tried your very best to keep as calm as possible to avoid taking your anger out on him. Momentarily you heard faint footsteps approaching the door for you to be met with a half naked Jeongguk, a beige towel loosely wrapped around his waist. God. If you weren't so pissed off at him right now, you would've damn near dropped to your knees at the sight of him looking so— that’s enough. You can’t keep letting him get the better of you.

You gulp as your eyes try to recognize the expression on his face, scrunched with an eyebrow raised, his dark eyes peering at you as if you were being the crazy one. "What?"

Confused, you gave him the same look back, “What do you mean, 'What?’ Jeongguk, can you please keep it down a bit?" Jeongguk only scoffed at your words, causing a heat to rise in your face immediately in embarrassment. He didn't say a single word to you, simply shutting the door right in your face.

You stood there, ultimately confused by his actions. You really don't know what's gotten into him lately, but clearly something is wrong. You've tolerated this longer than you should've, and you should be proud of yourself for saying something in the first place. Even so, why does this make you want to punch him?

Jeongguk could just not be having a good day, clearly. He's being an asshole to you, and yet you have no idea why. No matter how much you think and think, nothing comes to mind. Unless you could have possibly done something without realizing it.

What could you have possibly done so bad?

As embarrassment overcame you, you quickly turned on your heels to go back to your room, hearing the same girl's moan faintly behind you. In utter disbelief, your very first instinct is to call Namjoon to rant. Once you’ve made it into your room, you grab your phone from the charging cable and immediately pull up a facetime call. His name isn’t hard to find, as he’s your most recent call anyway. You hear the tone to indicate that Namjoon’s picked up your call, wasting no time in cutting him off of his words to blurt out; "You better come get your friend."

Namjoon is immediately confused by the sudden outburst, his eyebrows furrowing as he’s trying to read the expression on your face. “Wh— Why? What happened?”

You take a deep breath in an attempt to relax so that you don’t take your anger out on poor Joon, who did nothing wrong at all. “He’s being a dick again.” Almost as if on cue, another screeching moan could be heard. Your head falls back, taking in a deep breath. “I tried to ask him to keep it down but he just slammed the door in my face instead. Didn’t say a word to me after that.”

Your friend’s mouth drops in shock. “Hold on— Jeongguk slammed the door in your face?” All you could do is nod in response. “And you’re still upset about the fact that he kept you up last week, aren't you?”

“Yes, Joon! I wouldn’t be as mad if he had stopped, or at least TRY to keep it down, but he doesn’t even care. He just keeps doing it. I know he’s doing this on purpose, too. I mean, what did I do to deserve this?!”

Namjoon chuckled, “Why don’t you try sitting him down to talk about it? I know you’ve already tried to once, but maybe this time it’ll be different. Maybe he only slammed the door in your face because you did it as he’s in the middle of having sex so maybe he’s just irritated by you almost cockblocking him.” You slightly nod. You’re aware that it most likely wasn’t the best idea to do what you did, but it was too late to change that. “Make sure when you do talk to him about it, though, that you emphasize your boundaries. He wouldn’t like it if it was done to him, wouldn’t he?”

As you sit and take in his words, your mind is currently elsewhere. The words; ‘he wouldn’t like it if it was done to him’, replays over and over again. The most logical thing to do would be to follow Namjoon's advice, but your brain is completely disregarding that. In your head, the plan that conjured in your brain would be way better anyway.

“Hello? ___? Why are you smiling like that?”

With the sound of his voice snapping you back into reality, right away you straighten your back and focus back on your phone screen. Shit— have you been sitting here smiling creepily to yourself this whole time? In an attempt to hide your embarrassment, a slight chuckle leaves your lips as you sit and try to fix your expression. “Thank you for your advice, Joonie. That didn’t even cross my mind at all.” Namjoon gave you a reassuring smile. “For some reason, I didn’t stop to think that he really wouldn’t like it if the roles were reversed in this situation.”

Immediately Namjoon is able to pick up on the mischievous tone in your voice, growing increasingly worried about the different things that could be stirring in that unhinged mind of yours. “What are you thinking about?” He trailed off, raising an eyebrow.

Your thumb grows dangerously close to the end call button and you try to wipe the dumb smile off your face but no matter how hard you try, you really want to laugh. You know Namjoon would never approve of the plan you decided on. “Nothing, nothing, but hey I’ll text you later, okay? I gotta go. Be safe!”

“No, no. Wha—“

The confused expression you imagine as you hang up the call has you giggling. Sadly, you’ll just have to text Namjoon tomorrow morning to fill him into your plans.

Getting even a wink of sleep last night became such an impossible task for you to achieve. Throughout the entire night, it felt as if your mind was more concerned about Jeongguk and the whole ordeal rather than getting any rest for the sudden eventful day you created for yourself. Those very nights where you’re just constantly tossing and turning to get your body relaxed unsuccessfully, is the absolute worst feeling to be in. Anyone would rather be in another world, dreaming of the weirdest yet most interesting, and not in the deepest, darkest parts of your mind. Being an insomniac is a concept you could never relate to experiencing until last night, and you absolutely hated every second of it.

After getting off the phone with Joon last night, you, unfortunately, still had to deal with the noises coming from Jeongguk’s room, and it only continued to fuel that anger you had to begin with. With that very anger, you had found yourself spending all night trying to figure out what to do, until finally, you had it all planned out.

But even worse than those noises, your mind still cannot give up thinking about him even now, and it upset you more than you’d like to admit. Maybe you’re just being dramatic, that it’s not that big of a deal in the first place to be thinking about Jeongguk, but with the situation that happened last night, you don’t feel too ecstatic about him and your feelings for him anymore. You still care about him. Sure he’s been an asshole to you lately, but at the end of the day that’s your roommate, your friend. Jeongguk was the one person you felt you could go to for anything.

With last night’s event, you can’t seem to even think about him without being reminded of each time he’s treated you poorly. Having a crush, let alone having someone like that around you, can really take a toll on you.

On top of that, exhaustion is starting to get the better of you, though you know that if you even attempt to go back to sleep, it’ll end the same way as it did last night. You had spent all morning tossing and turning, yet you’re too nervous to get any actual sleep. It felt almost as if you were a little kid again, too excited about a school trip the next day that you were restless the whole night. You’re excited yet nervous about the revenge, and for that very reason, you definitely needed your morning coffee to not make you feel completely like a zombie. And to not mess this up. You spent all night planning this, messing it up would make your efforts all go to waste.

You carefully let your lips latch onto your mug as you take a sip while you continue to take in the nice, cozy morning atmosphere around you. The place you call home is normally this quiet, you can fully expect to clearly hear the birds chirping outside just where you always open up a window. Days such as this one where you’re off of both work and school, are one of the best days you’ve ever experienced. Especially when you have absolutely nothing to do and you’re able to stay in the comfort of your own home. As a homebody such as yourself, relaxing like this is always on the forefront of your mind. Though, today isn’t going to be one of those days, unfortunately.

So to begin the first phase of the plan, last night you started off by texting Taehyung asking if he had any plans he had. You already had a feeling that he’d agree to join you for dinner. The two of you have hit it off lately, so there would be no reason for him to reject your offer unless he already had other said plans. Thankfully he didn’t, or else you’d be stuck trying to find someone else. Any plans of revenge would be thrown in the trash if that were the case.

Now that all of that is out of the way, the fun part finally begins. With you and Taehyung already having a few hookups here and there, you knew the date will undoubtedly end in the both of you having sex and when it does, you’ll purposely be just as loud, if not more, than Jeongguk has been. Hopefully he’ll be able to understand how you felt during those moments while he didn’t care about being respectful towards you. The goal behind all of this is to get him to finally apologize to you for being an asshole, so you cross your fingers in hopes that this all goes according to plan. To make yourself feel better about all of this, you know you did nothing wrong and if it has to come to this in order for him to realize that, then so be it. You’ll play his childish game, and you’ll play it better than he does.

Though a small part of you feels embarrassed about him having to hear you. Your roommate, as well as your friend and crush, hearing you during the most intimate moments that you could do, sends shivers down your spine. Butterflies flutter around mindlessly in your stomach the more and more you ponder about it.

While you were lost in the quiet, relaxing morning you’ve been having, completely lost in your own thoughts and daydreams, you realize that the peace and quiet will unfortunately seize to an end once you heard the sound of feet shuffling approach where you’re currently at. You didn’t feel the need to look up, you already knew who it was. A small smile grows on your face as you try to hide it behind the warm mug in your hands, the thoughts you just had resurface when you glance over at him. It was almost as if you thought he could tell what you were thinking about, though there would be absolutely no way he could. If he noticed you smiling for no reason, he would most likely just come to the conclusion that you’re suddenly starting to go crazy smiling for no reason.

“Well, well. Look who’s up early.” you teased, your hands playing with the handle of your mug. You probably shouldn’t, but you felt like provoking him a bit. For one, it’s fun to irritate him. His reactions are funny to you, and you can always count on a snarky reply coming your way. Secondly, this childish teasing of yours is only just a small appetizer for what’s to come for him later on.

The theme you decided on for today is for Jeongguk to finally get a taste of his own medicine.

A low, deep sigh could be heard coming from Jeongguk as he dragged his feet past you and towards the coffeemaker, finally turning to face you for a split second. If his actions didn’t scream tired, his voice made it very obvious. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

You simply shrugged, your lips teasing a smile. “Well, you know, considering last night… I thought it would keep you knocked out for a few more hours.” Your eyes are now focused on him, leaning into your left hand to get more comfortable. Without realizing it, your once tired eyes find themselves scanning his naked upper body, finally realizing that he isn’t wearing a shirt. Trying your absolute hardest to keep your eyes off of his body is damn near impossible, especially when he looks like that. To play it off, you quickly added; “I know I couldn’t sleep because of it.”

“I would’ve enjoyed it a little more if someone didn’t try to interrupt it.” He grumbles, grabbing a mug out of the cupboard to pour himself some coffee as well, noticing how you left some extra for him, he assumes. Well, even if it wasn’t meant for him, he’s taking it anyway.

Jeongguk’s words only cause you to sigh, your lips forming a frown as your eyes glared at him. He wouldn’t be able to see it, not with his back facing you, but you still did it in case he does turn around to face you. His words made your shoulders feel even heavier than they were beforehand, and although you probably didn’t need to, your mind scrambled to defend yourself.

“Okay, for the record I wasn’t trying to interrupt on purpose and you know that, Jeongguk. I only asked you to keep it down a bit because it’s unfair for you to act like you have the whole place to yourself. It’s really not that hard to be considerate. I’m always considerate of you.”

Jeongguk remained quiet throughout your mini rant, the only sound that could be heard was the sound of him sipping on his coffee a little too loudly, and the ruckus of the outside world. The fact that he isn’t owning up to his mistakes is starting to irritate you. You could feel anger rising inside of you the longer the silence surrounds the air around the two of you. Anger soon begins to transpire into doubt within moments due to the overwhelming silence, causing you to regret the choices you’ve made altogether. Overthinking had you wondering that maybe, just maybe you should’ve just left it alone and not have said anything about it to him last night. Then maybe he wouldn’t be as upset with you as he is now. Or maybe he still would’ve acted like a dick to you anyways.

On the other hand though, it’s not like it’s a crime to create boundaries for yourself and you shouldn’t have to feel guilty for doing so. Even if Jeongguk is making you doubt those very decisions by staying silent and forcing you to think otherwise.

Also, who is he to be angry at you? You can’t recall doing anything to make him this upset with you other than almost cockblocking him. That alone isn’t enough to treat his best friend the way that he is now. Jeongguk rightfully has a lot of freedom in doing what he wants since you both share the same house, but even with that freedom there’s boundaries to be made just to avoid conflicts from happening. And Jeongguk broke one of them.

After a few moments, the uncomfortable silence that engulfs the atmosphere feels as if it’s been going on for an eternity. It’s killing you, and you can’t stand to be sitting in it any longer. Suddenly you’re back to how you were feeling last night, your negative thoughts squeezing their way to the forefront every chance they get. You really do miss the way things were before this awkward tension started happening out of nowhere. The two of you used to be able to share light-hearted conversations with one another, full of smiles and giggles over a bunch of nothingness. You were always looking forward to coming home when you had tough days, because you knew Jeongguk would be able to cheer you right up and vice versa.

Lately though, those moments are now out of the question, unfortunately. Since then, Jeongguk has only gotten more cold towards you, even colder than when the two of you were mere strangers living together, way back before even becoming friends. You genuinely felt like you had gained a friend, only to lose that very person in such a short amount of time with no knowledge of why. It’s worse now that you realize that something terrible has happened between you. Not knowing why that is, stresses you out more than you’d like to admit. Honestly speaking, it’d be too hard to live with someone who treats you this way, let alone continue to try and fulfill a friendship with him. Your heart can’t seem to let go of the doubt, using this chance to try and rekindle that spark again.

“What’s gotten into you lately?” you finally broke the silence, causing him to quickly give you a look of confusion, the sudden awkward tension shattered.

The expression on his face contorts, glancing over at you to only look away from you. It almost felt as if he’s not looking at you on purpose. “Um, nothing’s wrong.”

An eyebrow lifts from your face. Is he seriously not going to mention it? He’s just going to brush everything off? “Nothing? So I guess I’m just imagining things?”

Jeongguk finally fully turned around to face you, leaning his weight back onto the counter, his toned arms flexing as he crossed them. You can see his eyes scan over your features for a split second, “What are you talking about?”

You had to take a deep breath before you get yourself worked up over nothing. Having a short temper really has its faults, and you wish you could be as patient as you would like to be. Even so, being the bigger person is harder than it seems to be, especially when Jeongguk wants to continue to act childish and pretend he doesn’t know what you’re talking about. As if the conversations you shared were only meaningful on your part? That the way he’s been acting is as if it’s always been? You’re absolutely fuming with the way he’s playing dumb. You know you’re not going crazy.

“You don’t talk to me anymore, and when we do talk you act so cold towards me, like you just don’t give a shit about anything anymore. You never greet me when one of us comes home, you never stop by my room to rant about your stupid coworkers anymore either...” Jeongguk’s expression doesn’t falter in the slightest, seemingly not letting up on this stupid act of his. A frustrated sigh escapes your lips as your hands land on the table in front of you.

“I think you’re just looking into it too much.” He slips his arm out from his hold to get one last sip of his coffee before setting it back down on the counter next to him. “I’ve been the same as always.”

You huff, leaning your body back into your chair, crossing your arms as you begin to feel defensive. “I’m not looking into it too much. The energy you give towards me just seems so… spiteful? I don’t know just— Jeongguk, I want to know why. I don’t want to fight with you, I promise. If it’s something I did, tell me so we can end… whatever it is that’s going on.”

It’s quiet again, and you feel like giving up completely. Your heart and mind is fighting with one another to figure out how you should feel right now. You’re about to get up and walk away when you see him smirking, letting out a soft chuckle. Jeongguk is finally letting up on his nonchalant act, and you couldn’t help but admit that you’re taken aback by the sudden shift in emotions.

Your eyes never leave his, following his movements as Jeongguk makes his way around the island table and towards you. He decides to get himself settled a mere inches away from you, his finger moving up to brush a hair out of your face. “Are you just jealous?”

You quickly scoffed at him, confusion settling onto your face. “What? The hell would I be jealous about?”

Jeongguk simply shrugged, “Maybe because you aren’t the one screaming my name.”

Your mouth drops at his words, completely speechless by his ego, “Jeongguk, you can’t actually be serious right now. How dense can you be?” Hearing these words come out of his mouth, completely baffles you. “After everything I just said to you, this is the conclusion you come to?”

The situation right now is pure comedy at this point. Seriously, who the fuck does he think he is? You’re trying to fix the gap between the both of you because you care so much about the friendship you both share, and he simply thinks that everything went down the way it went because you’re jealous? It’s unbelievable that he thinks this whole thing is funny. It seems as if this whole thing is just a big fucking joke to him. That’s great to know.

In all honesty, a small part of you couldn’t help but feel that, in a way, he’s right, though. But you don’t ever want to admit it. Especially not with the way he’s acting lately. You wanted to be able to come out on top and have him get what he deserves.

When you first moved in, you thought he was so dreamy, which he still is, but lately those feelings are beginning to shatter. You never would’ve thought this would happen between you. Jeongguk is, or was, such a sweetheart. Sadness overwhelms you knowing that he’s not as loving as he used to be.

Even though you do have feelings for him deep down inside, you still wouldn’t interrupt him having fun all because you’re jealous. You actually want Jeongguk to have fun and do his own thing, and you wouldn’t want to hold him back from doing it because of your feelings. It upsets you Jeongguk still isn’t seeing that all you want is for him to be mature about this, that you wouldn’t be as much of a dick towards him as he’s being towards you. Whatever it is that’s bothering him, could all be fixed if he could just fucking talk to you about it.

“Well, I mean, that’s just what it seems like to me. Wouldn’t you like that?” He smirks, anger filling up inside of you, and there’s nothing more you want to do than to wipe that smile off of his face. He’s so goddamn annoying, acting so cocky. You rolled your eyes, trying not to let his tactics get to you too much, but you know that he can tell that it’s failing. He could see right through you, Jeongguk knows exactly how to push your buttons as much as he can.

“You know what? I’m leaving. It’s been a nice chat, Jeongguk.”

You were suddenly reminded of the plan you meticulously planned. Forcing yourself to take a deep breath, you knew you had to be able to go through with this revenge flawlessly. Getting the last laugh would be so worth it for you. You had to execute the revenge soon, while he was still butt hurt about you ‘interrupting’ his fun. Soon as in, tonight.

Jeongguk watched as you gently placed your mug in the sink, making your way past him and towards your room on the opposite side of the shared home. A hum escapes his lips as his eyes glance over your figure, though he can’t help the heavy feeling in his chest that begins to swallow him whole.

You tried to be the bigger person and talked things out with Jeongguk like Namjoon advised you to do, but with how things turned out just now, your revenge sounded like the way better option now. It’s perfect honestly. For one, he’d be able to get a taste of his own medicine, and two, you’d be able to have another chance to be with a recent fling of yours, being none other than Taehyung himself.

It’s been a while since you’ve last seen him, and you were actually excited for what’s to come today. The slight crush you have on Taehyung will only enhance that excitement for you. Getting ready for your date basically took your whole day. You needed to make sure you looked really good to make sure things go exactly as planned. Some people really underestimate how long it takes to get ready for really fancy dates such as this one.

The history you have with Taehyung is a short lived one, all starting when you first met him at work. His office cubicle is only a few feet from yours, and when you’ve suddenly ended up in the same group as him, the two of you ended up having to collaborate on an assignment together. At first it was just some friendly talks, simply talking about work or the little things about your hobbies. The more you’ve chatted, the more you’ve grown somewhat attracted to him. Honestly, to you, it was just so that he could distract you from Jeongguk.

Ultimately, you were very attracted to Jeongguk. Honestly, you still feel that you are, but the fear of him not feeling the same way about you ate you alive, making you swear to never bring it to light, ever. Taehyung was the perfect excuse, and before you knew it, you found him in your bed.

Your finger taps onto your phone screen, revealing that the time is currently 8 pm and this immediately creates the nervous feeling sitting down in the pit of your stomach. Your date would be pulling up to get you any second now, but you are nowhere mentally ready for it as you are physically.

Just by the sounds outside your room, you assume that Jeongguk is in the living room watching tv, the thoughts forcing butterflies to practically swarm around in your stomach now. Even if Jeongguk has been a huge dick to you lately, you still wonder what he’d think when he sees you all dressed up like this.

Would he even care? Would he even look your way at all?

No, no. You’ve got to be more confident than this. In order to pull this off the way you want to, you can’t continue to worry about how Jeongguk is going to feel towards you right now.

With a mental note of Taehyung on his way, you make sure to grab any last minute essentials you need before taking a deep breath. Your hand is on the handle of your door, hesitating to twist it. It’s way too late to have second thoughts about this now. Everything is already in motion you just have to keep pushing. Instead of forcing yourself to ponder about this any longer, you instead push your bedroom door open and close it behind you.

Your legs feel so weak, in the sense that you’re overly aware that Jeongguk might see you. Disappointment washes over you for even being this aware. Jeongguk doesn’t care, so why should you?

Though, as you make your way to the front door, Jeongguk indeed does notice you out of the corner of his eye. He can see that you’re wearing a fitted short dress, showing off your curves so perfectly. He took in your form as much as he could, but with him not wanting to actually face you, he wasn’t able to see you as well as he would’ve liked to. “Where are you heading off to?”

With an eyebrow raised, you hesitate to turn and face him just before you reach the front door hallway. “Why do you care?” With his tone being so monotonous, you couldn’t tell if he was trying to be annoying, or if he was genuinely curious as to where you were going, but because you have revenge to execute, you wanted to continue being a brat to him, just as he’s being to you.

“I don’t. Just lock the door on the way out.” He finally looked your way, his heart immediately dropping at the sight of how absolutely beautiful you looked. Though he couldn’t allow his eyes to linger on you any longer, forcing himself to look back at the tv to try and refocus his attention on the movie instead of you.

As you continue to watch him in confusion, you notice his jaw clench. Is he angry? For what? Your eyes lingered on him for a second, his head resting into his hand as he paid attention to the random action movie in front of him. With a sigh, your hand moves to open the door, before slowly closing it behind you, making sure to lock it like Jeongguk asked.

This date could help get your mind, so you were looking forward to it. Ignoring the pain in your heart, you turn around to see Taehyung dressed so handsomely. You didn’t expect to see your date already outside waiting for you, letting out a small gasp as you quickly made your way to him, immediately hugging him as tight as you could.

“There’s my pretty girl.” Taehyung hummed, stealing a kiss as he pulled you into his embrace, you giggled at his touch. “Ready to go eat?”

“Let’s go.”

It was almost impossible for you and Taehyung to keep your hands off of each other. As soon as you unlocked the door to your home, he wasted absolutely no time in moving his hands so that they were gripping your ass, while yours quickly moved to take off his velvet suit. In the midst of this, you notice that all of the lights in the home are off besides the dim light in the kitchen, which you could only assume that Jeongguk must’ve gone to his room for the rest of the night, possibly asleep. A small part of you wondered why he decided to head to bed so early, with him being the night owl that stays up until he can’t anymore. Almost immediately, your thoughts were interrupted, when you felt Taehyung’s hard crotch against your stomach.

It was like he memorized exactly where your room is located in the home, even if he hasn’t been here for two weeks, your bodies continued to make their way towards your room, not really bothering to stay quiet either.

Once you step foot into your room, the door quickly shuts behind Taehyung as you pull him into the bed with you. If Jeongguk was asleep, you knew he wasn’t anymore. It was so evil what you’re doing, a part of you wanted to tell Taehyung off for being so loud, but you couldn't. You shouldn’t start to feel bad about him, not when Jeongguk did this to himself. If only he was more considerate of you, then you would’ve been considerate of him.

Poor Jeongguk is going to have to learn the hard way.

Taehyung gets up off of you and watches over your figure, biting his lip at the sight of you, your dress complimenting your body perfectly. The straps of your dress are both slightly off of your shoulder, your cleavage practically spilling out. Taehyung is now on his knees before you, his fingers tracing the outline of your panties as he presses soft kisses on your inner thigh.

“Taehyung, please.” you whimpered, moving your fingers into his hair, pushing your hips up in desperation to feel something. Anything to keep your mind off of Jeongguk for the night.

His dark eyes meet yours, smirking at the state you’re in. “What’s the rush? Be patient.” You could hear him chuckle at you, sighing when you finally feel his touch on you once again.

Jeongguk finds himself staring blankly at the ceiling of his bedroom, which is no longer in total darkness now that he turned the lamp on that occupied the nightstand next to his bed, as he listens in on you in the next room with your… date. It doesn’t take a genius to know what was happening behind your closed door, he can hear everything. Every. Little. Fucking. Thing.

Earlier tonight when his eyes followed you out the door, looking so effortlessly beautiful as you normally would, he knew he was getting himself in some really deep shit again. Just by the way you got yourself all dolled up, he could tell that you were going on a date. It was obvious, there really was no need to ask you where you were going in the first place. He knew, but deep down inside he had hoped that you weren’t going on a date, instead a dinner for your job or something— anything— was better than that. As if the idea of you going on a date doesn’t already stress him out, the thought of him knowing who it was going to be with had him wanting to give up all hope on repairing anything between the two of you.

He vividly remembers each and every one of the rants you went on and on about your new found work crush prior to everything that had happened, and he absolutely hated every second of it. Although he hated it, he sure as hell remembered every detail you mentioned. He has learned that a few months ago, Taehyung freshly joined your office and had ended up filling that empty cubicle next to yours.

Over time the atmosphere that was once awkward due to sitting next to a stranger, soon changed. Taehyung would do little things here and there to get your attention by asking if you had an extra pen, or if you could help him with this and that. Of course it didn’t take long at all for you two to get so… close. In fact, way too close to Jeongguk’s liking.

The way you smiled when you mentioned the random acts of kindness he would do for you around at the office, or the small gifts he would get you before you made it back home, made his heart way too heavy to bear. Seeing somebody love you the way Jeongguk wants to love you is so heartbreaking to witness. Eventually, heartbreak quickly turned into anger, only continuing to grow until it completely engulfed him whole. At that point, he couldn’t hide the pain anymore.

Unfortunately this hatred he felt towards Taehyung only caused him to take it out on you. Jeongguk knows all too well that it’s extremely unfair for him to be so angry with you, but he just couldn’t help it. He’s hurting, yes, but there’s better ways of going about this rather than being such a dick towards you. It wasn’t your fault at all, nor did you deserve it. He just needs to grow up and admit his feelings for you, rather than pretending as if he isn’t hurting.

Jeongguk had wasted his time spending the past two weeks trying to get his anger out on the women he brought back home in hopes that you’d feel even the slightest bit of the same jealousy he feels when you talk about or bring Taehyung back to the house. All that for what? He isn’t even totally sure. Again, Jeongguk is just being very immature when it comes to his emotions. Even so, his childish plans never worked out. Overall, it just seemed like you didn’t care at all.

Yet again, how could you have known that he cares for you romantically? He’s never mentioned it, nor did he try to be outright obvious about it either in fear of you feeling weirded out or rejecting him.

Ironic, isn’t it? That he’s the one that’s jealous, and not you.

In fact, he knows that he should be happy for you instead. As your roommate and best friend, he should be ecstatic that you happened to find someone that you like, and that he likes you back. But still, it’s not good enough for him. Jeongguk would rather be the one that you long for, the one to be able to hold you and love you the way you deserve. You’re the whole world in his eyes. His whole world.

So now when he hears your moans in the next room over, he’s torn on how to feel. Going to sleep now is deemed incredibly useless. No matter how much he tosses and turns to find a comfortable position to sleep in, his ears are so focused on the beautiful sounds you make. Although he doesn’t want to be listening for your own privacy, it’s too damn hard not to.

It just feels so perverted, so embarrassing to get as hard as he is just by listening to you. The hardness is honestly starting to become painful. It feels almost like a sin to be listening to this, but now that he already did, he has to deal with the aftermath of wondering if he should relieve himself or not. Jeongguk’s already come to terms with the fact that he’s most likely a pervert anyway just for the lone reason of listening away on purpose.

You won’t know, it’ll be his own secret for him to keep all to himself.

Hesitantly, his hand slowly rubs over his clothed crotch, his hips grinding trying to gain any kind of momentum. Oh how much he’d wish it was you instead of his hand right now.

Pulling his boxers down, he kicks them completely off so he’s now naked. The room got hot all too fast, the coolness of the slight breeze from his fan gave him goosebumps as his hand wrapped itself around his angry head, pumping his fist around it at a desperate pace.

You sound so heavenly, he can feel his heart beginning to pick up pace when he imagines himself being the one causing it. If it were him, he would make sure to take his time with you, no matter how impatient you may be. Jeongguk groans imagining how tight your walls would feel around him. He immediately wishes he went about his jealousy in a different way. Maybe then he’d be where Taehyung is right now instead of pathetically fucking his hand hoping to even have a chance with you.

Or maybe, just maybe, this was actually your plan all along. The more he thinks about this, the more suspicious it seems. It all couldn’t be such a coincidence, not when this had to happen the very next day after you asked him to keep it down from having his own fun. Jeongguk is very aware of how you feel towards him being loud, so it’d be natural for you to get so pissed about it. Hence why this whole thing could be happening in the first place.

It’d make total sense, considering that you might want him to hear you, just as much as you’ve spent quite a few nights hearing him fuck. Though he isn’t sure that what Jeongguk’s doing right now would also be a part of your so-called plan. The thought probably never crossed your mind, and he isn’t completely sure why he’s doing this either.

Jeongguk is very familiar with the thoughts of him wanting to please you, and that he would have you screaming louder than Taehyung can. There are scenarios where he imagines having you in different positions, or how you look underneath all of the clothes you wear. He’d make sure to have you seeing stars, to the point where you’d only want to look at him from then on and not at someone who could give you mediocre sex.

Jeongguk wants to be the best you’ve ever had, and you would be the same for him. He yearns for you, to feel you, to love you.

Your name slips out from between his lips ever-so-quietly, his inked right hand picking up pace when he hears your moans. His eyebrows tightly furrow themselves together so that he could focus on your whimpers, trying to drown out the man on top of you. The more he hears you, the faster his hand moves, desperate to take this chance to cum to you. At this point, he doesn’t care how perverted this is anymore.

Before he knows it, Jeongguk feels his cum shoot out all over his lower stomach. His eyes watch as he rubs out every last drop. All of this, all just for you.

If he’s being completely honest, it isn’t the first time he’d touch himself to you, but it is the first time touching himself while he hears you. Any other time it would usually be when he daydreams about those filthy scenarios.

In a blink of an eye, the day that he had spent all night extremely dreading fastly approached Jeongguk. After the events of last night, he had hoped that maybe it would finally be the end of the world the next day just so he wouldn’t have to be reminded of the thoughts of last night. Just as expected though, it was instead hard not thinking about you.

Although his chest feels heavy, he hopes that when he comes home from his morning shift at work, he’ll be able to push it aside and have the confidence to finally apologize to you for how he’s been treating you lately. The conversation from the morning before constantly replayed in his mind since you left to go to your room and he’s never felt this disappointed in himself. There was no reason for him to be such an asshole to you. All you wanted to do is fix your friendship and in return, all he did was just let his jealousy take over to try and flip the problem onto you so that he wouldn’t have to take responsibility for his emotions.

On the other side, there was that one thought he had last night, where he thought you could potentially have been doing this all on purpose. It’s all too coincidental for it not to be. It was only just a small hunch last night, but now after putting all of the pieces together, it seems as though it’s all slowly making sense. If this was all just some elaborate plan you schemed up, he’s thoroughly impressed by it, because it fucking worked.

You’ve won the game. He’s forfeiting.

His emotions are so much more complex on how he should feel about the situation. Jeongguk’s ego is obviously very hurt, but he can’t keep letting it get to him. To him, you’re much more important than his stupid ego. So much so that he’s willing to finally give up on this stupid game that he weirdly started and be the one to apologize once and for all. It was all his doing in the first place.

Alright. So, how should he do this… should he apologize right once he gets home? Should he give you some space first? Or, wait. Should he mention his feelings for you? He shakes his head of the questions as a deep sigh escapes him, slowly opening the front door of his home. Once he’s inside, he kicks off his shoes, his eyes hesitating to find you here and slightly hoping that you aren’t, and that you’ll be home later on.

Jeongguk will do anything to procrastinate on this as much as he can. Apologizing to you is so nerve-wrecking for him to do right now. Though when his eyes eventually does fall on you, who is cuddled into your big fuzzy blanket while watching some random horror movie it looks like, on the couch. Seeing you so comfortable and adorable, it makes his heart jump. How much would he just love to just get cozy right next to you and watch movies together.

Suddenly, his lips start to form a frown though once something catches his eye through his peripheral vision. With the way the home is laid out, he could see both the kitchen island and the living room at the same time, making it easy for him to notice the small bouquet of white lilies that are sitting on the kitchen counter, along with a note that reads in messy handwriting:

Thank you for last night. I enjoyed myself. ;) - Taehyung

With this, his heart drops. He’s been trying to stay positive so that he could make the problem go away, but the problem keeps popping up no matter what. Jeongguk’s fingers curl into a tight fist, and just like what he’s been doing for the past two weeks, he doesn’t greet you nor does he spare you even a glance when he walks by you and straight towards his room.

Last night, after he had heard you and Taehyung, he had spent all night thinking this through. He had come to the conclusion that he shouldn’t be angry with you, or rather he should be upset with himself for acting like a child instead of approaching you in a more healthier way. But now, the hurt in his chest is impossible for him to ignore. His emotions are getting the better of him as he throws his bag on his bed, before then throwing himself to lay right next to it with an exasperated sigh.

Jeongguk is pissed— fuming actually. He really didn’t want another reminder of the events that happened last night, and yet, no matter how hard he tries to ignore it, he feels as if Taehyung is taunting him everywhere he goes. Taunted by the idea that he could never have you in the way he does.

Jeongguk isn’t dumb. He’s dumb over you, sure, but he’s smart enough to know that there’s a slight possibility that this is all what you’ve been trying to get him to feel and he’ll be damned if he lets you laugh in his face about it. This evil fucking plan of yours is too much for him to take anymore.

He shoots up from his spot and stomps straight out of his room to find you. Once he’s now in the living room, Jeongguk stands just out of your view of the television with both of his hands on his hips as he stares you down. It’s quiet as he finds the words to come out, your eyes looking at him curiously until he spits, “You want to talk about me being so loud?”

Confusion continues to settle into you, raising an eyebrow at him, “Excuse me?”

He scoffs, rolling his eyes as one head rubs his forehead. “Last night? What the fuck was that about?”

You couldn’t help but scoff right back at him. “Oh, it’s a problem now?” You grabbed the tv remote to pause the movie you were mindlessly watching just so that you could make sure you’re hearing him right, twisting your body so you sat facing him comfortably. “So, It’s a problem when I do it, but it’s okay when you do? How does that make any sense?”

“__, I didn’t say it was okay—“

“Then it shouldn’t be a problem.”

His tongue gently poked the inside of his cheek, his eyes continued to stare you down. He feels ultimately defeated since he’s trying his best to not hurt you and talk to you about this in a more calm manner, but the more he thinks about those stupid fucking flowers, the more he feels that very calm emotion completely drain right out of him. Quite frankly, he knows that he doesn’t really have the right to be as mad as he is right now, since this only happened because of the consequences of his own actions. But honestly, Jeongguk didn’t expect you to take it this far.

Then, as quickly as it came, he’s reminded of the fact that he touched himself to you last night. He’s aware that this is probably very bad timing, but he couldn’t help but get hard the more he thinks about the sounds you made. Even worse, seeing you right in front of him now after that, it’s driving him crazy. Jeongguk knows that he could have you replicating those sounds for him, and do it better.

“Did he really fuck you that good?”

With just seven words, he rendered you speechless, unable to say a single word. Never in your friendship has he ever spoken such inappropriate words that are directed right towards you. The room’s atmosphere changed in a blink of an eye, and you’re surprised at how you even came to this point in a matter of seconds.

Your eyes watch as he slowly makes his way towards you, his dark gaze never leaving yours. Goosebumps travel straight down your spine as you hear his deep voice whisper next to your ear, “Did he really fuck you so good that you just had to be that obnoxious?”

In an attempt to get a hold of any ounce of self confidence you just had, you ridiculously fumble over your words, “It’s…It’s none of your business, Jeongguk.”

Even though you’re trying to stand up for yourself, any confidence you just had is now completely shattered right when you knew you couldn’t even look him in the eye anymore. Everything in the room is apparently so much more interesting than Jeongguk is, which is a complete lie to yourself, and as far as Jeongguk could tell just by your obvious body language.

With him now directly in front of you, one of his hands rests next to you on top of the couch, while the other went from softly brushing against your cheek to slowly making its way down to grab your chin, forcing you to look up at him. Your eyes met his dark gaze causing you to immediately feel so, so small.

“Be honest with me, angel. Do you think he could have you screaming the way I could? Hm?” The pad of his thumb is brushing your lower lip, his gaze switching from your eyes to your lips.

Your hips shift in your seat as you try to subtly relieve the stickiness that began pooling in your panties. How is it that all of that planning you did ended up like this? The end goal you originally had in mind was just for him to get angry and for him to finally apologize. You just wanted for him to know how you feel, but never would you have ever expected for it to end like this.

Though you couldn’t say that you’re complaining about it either.

You gulped, your eyes searching his lust filled ones to find any answer to his current actions in them. You’re unable to comprehend the situation, especially not when Jeongguk is looking at you this way. It makes it undoubtedly harder to focus on just what the fuck is happening right now.

“Baby, I’m talking to you.”

Hearing no response from you, Jeongguk slowly closes the gap between the two of you just until you’re mere inches away from one another. Your teeth dug into your bottom lip hard enough to almost draw blood as you feel your heart pounding out of your chest. “I asked you, do you think he can fuck you better than I could?”

As if you were in a trance, you immediately replied, “No, no he couldn’t.”

A chuckle left his lips. “I heard you last night, you know that right? You did it on purpose, didn’t you?”

With your mind a little fuzzy, you nodded. You couldn’t think about anything but him right now. Not revenge, not Taehyung, but him and the heat in between your legs. Your tongue glides across your bottom lip as you notice Jeongguk’s eyes watch you. Excitement began to overwhelm you.

All of those days and nights of daydreaming of this to happen is finally actually happening to you, and now while you’re here, you’re finding that holding yourself back from kissing him is so, so hard. His lips look so plump and soft, it’s enticing to get a taste. It’s only a matter of time before either one of you give in, and you’re thankful that it’s Jeongguk to do so.

When you feel his lips crash onto yours, your hands shoot up to play with your hair, tugging on it. This causes him to groan into the kiss. The kiss is so sloppy, so desperate, the both of you are seemingly pouring pent up frustration into it.

You try to pull away to catch your breath and once you do, the two of you notice a string of saliva, causing Jeongguk to groan and chase your lips. The sight itself is more than enough to make you rub your thighs together, though it doesn’t go unnoticed by Jeongguk, who was already splitting your legs apart with his as he begins to lay you down against the couch. “Keep your legs open.”

A whimper slips out of your lips once you feel his thigh against your wet core, but he swallows it right up with another needy kiss. The need to feel something— anything— overwhelms you, causing you to begin to grind against him. Jeongguk smirks against your lips, pulling away from you almost immediately. The confusion on your face slowly disappears once you see that he’s starting to pull your shorts down along with your underwear, though the perplexed expression reappears once he takes a seat next to you, pulling you onto his lap.

“Ride my thigh. Now.”

You were quick to align yourself once you made yourself comfortable on his lap, though you’re just now realizing that unlike you, he’s still wearing his pants. Not only that, but you wanted to feel him better without them. “But it’ll—“ A loud smack rings throughout the living room, your ass stinging with such a bittersweet pleasure from the sudden feeling.

“I’m not going to repeat myself. You wanted to be a slut last night? Then act like it.” His energy towards you catches you off guard, but you can feel a heat surge inside you that only makes you want him more.

Is there a hint of jealousy you’re noticing? Your mind ponders about it for a second until you’re quickly brushing it off. You’ll get to the bottom of it later, right now you’ve got orders to fulfill.

Your thighs go side by side of his, finally settling down on him. Once you’ve finished getting comfortable on top of him, you take a moment to look at how sexy he looks. You almost forgot how attracted you are to this man after spending days with no good interaction with him.

With a nod of his head, you begin to move. Your pace is slow at first, testing the waters until you feel his hands gripping on your hips to help you ride his thigh better. His hands encourage you to go faster, which you have more than no problem with doing.

You hadn’t realized how wet you are, until you found yourself easily gliding against him even with the resistance of his pants. “You’re so wet ___. Fuck I can feel you through these.” His left hand guides you to go faster, while his right slides down to your clit, using his thumb to rub it in small, tight circles. This only adds to the knot that forms in the pit of your stomach, a soft whimper leaves you as you grow frustrated with trying to chase after it. “Keep going. You’re doing so well for me.”

His husky voice does wonders to you, if you knew he would be this into you as you were for him, you would’ve pissed him off ages ago. “Fuck, Jeongguk. I’m close. So, so close.”

“Yeah? You’re close?” His thumb applied more pressure to your clit, as he flexes his thigh to help you. Soon enough, the small knot in your stomach became undone, leaving you panting once you rode out your high. Jeongguk peered down at the huge wet spot on his thigh where you were, and something in him snapped.

“Lay down for me, and keep your legs open.” Jeongguk swiftly took his shirt off and threw it somewhere across the room, your eyes focused on his toned body while you laid back for him. You’ve seen him shirtless countless times, but it was never this close up, nor was it ever in a situation such as this one. With the sudden awareness of your current situation, you start to feel shy knowing that he can see all of your most intimate parts, you can even feel your juices slowly drip out of you at the mere thought.

“You’re so, so beautiful.” His hands got a hold of the end of your shirt in a rush to pull it off of you, taking in the sight of you completely naked, quickly realizing that you weren’t wearing a bra this whole time.

A moan slips past his lips, moving in to press against yours for a quick kiss before he peppers soft ones down your neck, and to your chest, purposely avoiding your nipple for a split second. You can feel his breath flutter against your skin momentarily until you finally feel his tongue flick against it. Your breath hitches as you watch his tongue swirl around the bud, leaving sloppy, open mouthed kisses. His eyes never leave yours while he does it, to which you quickly begin to get embarrassed once again, the eye contact being way too much for you to handle right now, making you dart your eyes elsewhere until you can gather the mental strength to look at him again until you hear his stern voice. “Keep your eyes on me.”

Your eyes immediately shoot towards him, biting your lip as you continue to watch him practically make out with your tit. Jeongguk is already so fucking beautiful, you didn’t think it was even possible for him to look more breathtaking right now. You feel his hand snake down to your now drenched heat, your hips bucking in surprise at the very sudden warmth. His fingers teased your entrance by trailing around it, causing you to close your eyes in frustration. “Jeongguk—“

Another loud smack rings the room, but this time onto your swollen cunt. “What did I just say? Keep your eyes on me.” He lifts up from your chest to pepper more soft kisses down to your hips, snickering. “Of course a slut like you wouldn’t listen. Too busy wanting me to fill your needy cunt, is that right?”

“Yes! I need you. Please don’t tease me.”

You hear him scoff, his breath fanned lightly on your wet cunt. “Oh, now you need me? So now you need me even though you had someone else fucking you last night.” The tips of his fingers tease your entrance once more, rubbing circular movements so painfully slow. “You should’ve just asked me in the first place, fucking slut.”

He’s teasing you, even though you asked him not to. It’s driving you crazy, forcing you to grind yourself against his finger so desperately. Jeongguk simply laughs at how desperate you look underneath him.

“I would’ve made you feel way better than he could.” His finger dips inside, collecting as much of you as he can before pushing two fingers in. “All you had to do was ask.”

Your breath hitched, your hands shooting straight down to his hair to tug on the strands. His tongue swirled around your clit while his fingers made its way deeper into you, slowly increasing speed. Being forced to maintain eye contact with Jeongguk is so difficult. The sight of him is so beautiful, yes, but fuck as much as you hated to admit it, you felt as if you’re on another planet. It was impossible to focus right now.

You don’t know when it happened, but at one point you tossed any embarrassment that you had and found yourself desperately grinding yourself against his soft lips. Jeongguk groaned at the sight of you using him for your pure pleasure, removing his fingers so that his tongue could fuck you instead. His hands are fully grasped on both of your cheeks, pulling you as close as he can on his face. Jeongguk wants to be suffocated by you like this, tasting all of you as if you were his last meal on earth.

It didn’t take long for another knot to form inside your stomach, and you had to warn him. “Fuck— I’m so close..” Before you could even reach it, all of a sudden you felt a wave of cold air hitting your wetness where Jeongguk was. He pulled himself away right as you were finally about to cum, whining at the now empty feeling. Your climax was quickly ripped from you, and he could tell how badly you wanted it just by the way your lips formed a pout at him.

“Aw, did my little whore want to cum again?” He mocks while his hands are pulling both his pants and underwear down in haste, your eyes are so focused on his thick cock slapping against his stomach that butterflies roamed your stomach in pure excitement and arousal. The sight of him hovering over you so sexily was enough to make you let out a whimper, you want him so badly. You need him so badly.

With a nod, you lower your eyelids as you give him a sultry look, meanwhile your hands are slowly rubbing up and down his smooth stomach. “I wanna come on your cock…” You adjust yourself up on your elbows while one hand reaches for his dick, stroking him ever so gently. “…but I can be a good girl and wait.”

Jeongguk sighs at your words, getting up from his spot to sit on the couch, you make your way in between his legs and make yourself comfortable. You give his outer thigh a quick peck, your hand moving to stroke his cock once again. Slowly, your lips brush his tip, making sure to keep eye contact with him this time. His hand holds onto the back of your head, his fingers burying themselves into the strands of your hair to have a better grip.

You give a tiny lick to his angry head and slowly wrap your tongue fully around it while your hand meets the same pace. Even though you really want to tease him and take your time, you really badly just wanted to taste him. Teasing him would be for another day.

You finally do your best to take all of him inside of your mouth, your warm tongue laying flat on the underside of his length. “Fuuuuck, __. You feel so good.” Your eyes flutter to look at him, a beautiful expression painted on his features. His moans only started to work you up, both your hand and mouth worked together to speed up the pace. The free hand that you had moved up his thigh right until his balls, giving it a light rub.

Jeongguk’s hand is trying really hard not to push you on him completely, unknowingly rocking his hips up to meet yours. Your eyes start to well up at the force and pace that he’s using your mouth. He notices this, but doesn’t let up. Instead, he just goes faster. “Such a good girl, taking me so well.” Though your jaw starts to hurt and your throat starts to become rough, you’re determined to keep making him feel good so you keep it relaxed.

Soon enough, you could tell that he’s getting close to release because of how sloppy his thrusts are starting to become. Before you could brace yourself to taste his seed, he pulls out of your mouth and pulls you up. You didn’t have much time to react as your body gets thrown back on the couch onto your stomach. Jeongguk forces you on your knees, using your arms to steady you up so that you wouldn’t fall.

You feel him grind against your ass, feeling your saliva all on your skin. You fight the urge to try and fit him into your pussy yourself, also knowing that he's holding you in place to keep you from doing so anyway. “I need you, Jeongguk. Please.”

His hands grab onto your ass, squeezing the flesh as he takes in your words. With a chuckle, one hand leaves to shove your face into the couch. “Who owns this pretty pussy, baby?” You felt his thumb rub your entrance, causing you to arch your back further. “Me or him?”

Without a second thought, you immediately replied, “Yo—“, but before you could even finish saying yes to him, you felt his dick slam into your pussy with no warning. You let out a sharp gasp, your jaw widening at the painful, yet euphoric pleasure. He didn’t hold back on pounding into you, though you didn’t mind at all. You love it.

“I’m sorry, baby. I couldn’t hear you.” His hand slapped your ass and gripped onto your hips to keep you from falling from how hard his thrusts are. “Whose is it?”

“Yours!” Your hands grip onto his biceps, trying to hold onto anything for dear life as you feel him pound into your cunt. A groan escapes his lips as he picks up the pace.

“God, __. You’re so fucking beautiful.” Jeongguk whispers against your lips. He notices a smile forms on your face and he swears his heart is doing backflips. “I’m so obsessed with you.”

The way he’s hitting every spot in you just right, has your knees going numb right underneath him. It was almost like you guys are made perfectly for each other. “Deeper, deeper..”

You didn’t have to tell Jeongguk twice, he momentarily halted his movements to spread your legs a bit more, regaining possession of your hips as he goes to town rougher than he did before. Your back arches with the newfound speed and the way his cock is hitting your cervix. The way he manhandles you to his liking has you seeing stars, getting cockdrunk. Your hands grip onto the cushion underneath you for dear life.

The two of you are very close, you can tell by how his once calculated movements are now beginning to get both sloppier and messier. “I’m close!” you warn, feeling his fingers travel down to rub your clit in tight circles.

“Where do you want me— fuck.”

“Inside, please. It’s okay, I’m on the pill.” The thought of him being able to release inside of you only pushes him closer to the edge, but he did his best to hold off until you came. But as soon as you did, he wasted no time in following suit, gently rocking his cock back and forth to ride out your high.

Once the two of you finally come down from your intense climaxes, finished with catching your breaths, Jeongguk continues to just stare at you. You, and the way that you look so beautiful even though you’re all fucked out. You’re all he’s wanted and more.

Although his gaze on you is purely innocent on his end, you on the other hand start to overthink everything that just happened. It was completely unexpected, and now it just feels awkward to address anything. All you’re doing now is waiting for one of you to finally speak up. You turn to face him during the silence, and it wasn’t until you saw him show off his cute smile that you fell in love with, that you decided to show off your own. Not knowing he fell in love with yours as well.

“What?”

“Nothing. Just admiring you.”

His words make you slap his chest, laughing in embarrassment. “Oh, shut up!” To try and hide the heat rising onto your cheeks, you turn your back towards him and hide your face into the cushion of the couch.

It’s weird, joking with him again. Especially after the two of you just finished randomly fucking.

Jeongguk laughs, making himself comfortable next to you with his hand resting his head up. Once the laughter finally dies down, his eyes silently travel every feature on your angelic face, soon a bittersweet feeling overwhelms him. “Hey. I just wanna say sorry… for how I've been treating you lately.” A short silence falls between you, Jeongguk immediately feeling really bad now.

You aren’t sure what to say yourself, so you turn around to face him, looking into his eyes. Trying to find any hint of mischief, you come up empty handed and sigh. “Why did you do that?”

For a second, he’s confused by what you mean by your question. His hand rests on your cheek, his thumb gently caressing your soft skin. “I was dumb. I was just really jealous that you like Taehyung and I obviously didn’t handle it very well.”

“You? Jealous?” Jeongguk nods. Comprehending that definitely took some time for you, silence in the air once again. “Wait. You… like me?”

He groans, throwing himself back onto his back. “Why are you asking? Isn’t it obvious?”

You couldn’t help but laugh at him, though you quickly rested your head onto his chest to reassure him. “I just wanted to make sure I heard you correctly.” Happiness is surging through your body right now. Finally, the two of you are able to talk this through; your revenge worked like a charm. And it ended probably better than you were expecting.

Now you felt as though you owed Jeongguk an explanation.

“I did like Taehyung. But if I'm being honest, I started liking him because I didn’t think you liked me, either.” Jeongguk’s eyes shoot to look at you while you explain. His eyebrow lifts in confusion hearing your confession.

“Well what about now?” His voice is so soft, your heart nearly broke in half at the sound.

“I don’t like him that way anymore.”

Jeongguk sits up to look at you, confusion still lingering. “Wait but what about the flowers on the kitchen counter?”

At this, you couldn’t help but burst out laughing, quickly waving your hands so that he doesn’t completely misunderstand you.

“Oh, he was just helping me out. I told him about the plan of getting you back when I was at dinner with him, and he was happy to take part of the revenge to help me.” To further explain, you sit up as well, brushing your hair out of your face. “I really like you, Jeongguk. I promise. All I wanted to do was make you feel how annoying it was for me to endure all of that, but this outcome is way better than what I imagined.”

Jeongguk’s jaw drops, disbelief coating his face until he laughs once it all finally hits him, “I fucking knew it!” You give him a smile, nestling yourself onto his warm lap to wrap your arms around his neck. Your fingers gently run through his sweat-filled hair. “I’m happy you like me back. I don’t know what I’d do if you still liked him. Especially after…”

You didn’t have to hear another word, you knew what he was referring to just by the way his words lingered on. “Come on, let’s go take a shower. I wanna spend the whole day with you now that I have you back again.”

Jeongguk kisses your lips, grabbing onto you to bring you to the bathroom. “You’re never leaving my side ever again.”

today’s weather was perfect for the move, not too hot to the point of sweating but just warm enough that you didn’t have to wear a jacket. From the open window across the room, a steady breeze blew through just as you finish sealing up the last box, the sound of masking tape slicing through the air before you close the flap. pulling out a sharpie you wrote the box's contents on the side. mementos you scrawl across the cardboard. The sound of footsteps coming down the hallway is what had you sighing and closing the cap on the marker, turning to look at the door knowing your ex roommate would soon appear in the doorway.

“don’t forget you still have to pay me this month's rent before you leave. you are not leaving me to pay for it all by myself.” internally you groan, why didn’t i close my door.

“I know, jennie. didn’t I say I would get it to you? so obviously you’ll have it soon.” you glare at her from your spot next to your former bed, hands scurrying to hurry and finish packing up your duffle bag, “now let me finish packing so i can finally get out of here.”

she scoffs, giving you the side eye before tossing her hair over her shoulder and heading back down the hall. “fine. didn’t like you all that much anyway.”

“couldn’t agree more.” you whisper to yourself, rolling your eyes and hooking your bag across your body, struggling to balance the box in your hands.

you hadn’t even lived in the apartment for a year before you realized it was the worst mistake ever. jimin had been the one to recommend jennie to you, saying that she would be the perfect roommate for your small two bedroom apartment. but the wrong girl must’ve showed up because jennie was not the perfect roommate, on the contrary. she was rude, messy and stole your stuff (even if she refused to admit it) and every time you confronted her about it she went and told jimin who would beg you to go a little easier on her.

Since Jimin was one of your closest friends, you couldn’t help but listen to him and try to be more lenient, which obviously backfired. She thought she was immune to anything and took advantage of your good natured personality until you got fed up and started looking for somewhere new to live entirely.

It helped that you had just scored a high paying job in your field that not only came with great benefits, but also allowed you to save up enough to be able to move out on your own, no roommate needed. and after you found the perfect place it didn’t take long to sign the lease with the added bonus of being able to move in right away since the space had been vacant already. When you asked why it was empty for so long he didn’t exactly give you a straight answer, but the place seemed clean and you considered yourself handy enough to be able to deal with anything that needed fixing. whatever it took to get you out of living with jennie a minute longer.

So once your car is packed full of all your stuff, you drive off down the block not even sparing the old run down building a second glance, thankful to be leaving. immediately it was like a weight was lifted off your shoulders, you would finally be able to come home to your own house without having to deal with any nonsense.

When you arrive at your new place, keys in hand and face full of glee, unlocking the door felt like stepping into paradise. you stick your head in looking around at the empty apartment, already imagining it full of all the new furniture and decor you intend to buy once you have the money. for now all you had was a dresser and a bed that was generously donated to you by your other close friend yoongi who had upgraded to some new type of extra firm, comfort technology mattress that you weren’t entirely sure you understood but didn’t feel like asking about. you didn’t have a frame for it but you were fine with placing it on the floor for now.

The sound of your footsteps clicking against the hardwood floors echoed throughout the space and once you reach the center you spin around, sighing in contentment. the floor wasn’t real hardwood, you knew that, (probably some type of laminate) and you could see that the fresh layer of paint that no doubt was covering some type of horrible mistake and peeling drywall, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. it was yours and that’s all that mattered.

“home sweet home.” you whisper to yourself, chest swelling with pride and contentment.

With a clap of determination you looked over at your many boxes and decided to get started. It took you a couple hours to get most of your things unpacked and by the time you finished for the day you could see the sun starting to set from the bay window that faced opposite of the small galley kitchen. you had to shield your eyes as the rays shined through the glass pane into your eyes as you mumbled to yourself, “i’ll hang up some curtains tomorrow.”

Your night ended with a relaxing hot shower (ignoring the lackluster water pressure) followed by snuggling up into some soft flannel pajamas to keep you warm. The apartment seemed to get exceptionally cold at night and you make a mental note to ask the landlord about getting a heater installed later. Once your thoughts begin to drift off and you feel your eyes starting to get heavy, you decide it’s time to push your tasks for tomorrow out of your head and let yourself succumb to the beckoning call of sleep.

your dreams were calm and undisturbed without having a roommate to make noises all through the night and you were able to peacefully float through your dreams, comforted by images of a black haired stranger with shining doe like eyes. you didn’t know who the man was and you probably wouldn’t even remember when you woke up but in the moment he seemed so familiar.

“Who are you?” you whisper to the stranger, sitting up in your bed to get a closer glimpse at his face. you don’t remember yourself waking up but you could tell it was still night time as the moonlight cascaded through your bedroom window. The boy sat at the end of your mattress close to your feet with hands tucked in his lap looking at you with a sense of curiosity. you took a moment to gaze back at him and noticed how pale his skin looked, as if it was made of porcelain. not to mention his eyes were a bit unnerving, dark and wide like the night sky but still full of childlike innocence.

“I live here.” he says, as if it was obvious. his mouth opens as if he was going to say something before he changes his mind and closes it again. The response he gives you only confuses you more and you raise an eyebrow at him to signal for him to keep going, but he just ignores it and continues fleeting his eyes over you. The amused smile that suddenly broke out onto the boy's face was breathtaking and if the small giddy laugh that followed has your heart skipping a beat, you pretended you didn't feel it.

“What's so funny?” you ask indignantly.

“nothing it’s just...you’re so pretty. It's been a while since someone so pretty moved into my home.” you choose to ignore his compliment, too busy focusing on the last part of the sentence. his home? What did he mean by that? The stranger didn’t give you a chance to ask your questions and leaned forward closer to your end of the bed, eyes still wide and glittering like stars. “Can I try something?”

“um...sure i mean- yeah sure.” you sputter, unsure as to why you didn’t say no. Perhaps it had something to do with how captivated he looked, like a little boy who just got a new toy to play with. Either way, it was too late to change your mind, as he was already scooting his way closer to you, face becoming clearer to you the nearer he got. you were even able to see the tiny moles that dotted his face, eyes zeroing on the one that sat just below the jut of his bottom lip.

You get so caught up in the features of his face you barely even notice his hand coming up to rest on the cusp of your cheek, body jumping at the contact. The sound of surprise you let out pull another laugh from him and he just smiles at you, tiny bunny like teeth peeking out. “I’m glad you’re here with me.” he says, voice barely above a whisper as if trying to keep a secret between the two of you.

The stranger's words has heat spreading across your cheeks and you shyly return his smile while subconsciously leaning into his touch. So soft you thought, eyes briefly slipping shut as you lose yourself in the moment. The boy lets out a small hum at the sight and rubs the pad of his thumb gently back and forth on the apple of your check. The sudden urge to return the affection is what has you raising your own hand to reach out to his face, succumbing to the curiosity of how smooth his skin must be. But your feelings of wonder and curiosity were quickly replaced with ones of horror and fear, watching as, upon contact with his face, your hand continues its path straight through, never meeting any type of resistance despite the man still sitting in front of you.

“What- what is this?!” you shout, jumping back from his grasp. “What are you?!”

Your sounds of fright has him flinching, shining smile and glittering eyes dimming as he ducks his head and drops his still lingering hand. Your head was full of nothing but questions and even more began flooding in when the boy starts fading out, disappearing as if made of smoke. Your eyes flicker back and forth around the room trying to find a trace of him as you hear his voice echo around the room, still in the same whispering tone from before.

“Please don’t leave.”

The creaking sound of floor boards is what has you jolting up from your slumber, groggy eyes opening and still full of sleep. When you turn over to check the time, the numbers on the screen read three a.m. and you groan, “what the hell?”

You hated having to pull yourself out of bed at the ass crack of dawn and you were beyond annoyed at the fact that your sleep was being interrupted, but being alone in a house as a female meant you had to be extra cautious. so any sound, no matter how minor, was a concern.

Slowly you creep to the door, hand gripping the knob before cracking it open and peaking your head out around the frame. “Hello?” you call down the hallway, ears open to see if you could pick up any sound. A couple of seconds go by as you wait to see if anything else would respond before nervously stepping out of the room in the direction of the living room.

The air somehow seemed to be colder than when you went to sleep and you were a bit worried at the fact you could almost see your breath in the air. Your hands clung to your shivering body but you were glad to see when you walk around the corner that the apartment was as empty as you left it. Still, you cautiously took your time looking around and checking every nook and cranny before giving up and deciding it was time to go back to sleep since you still had work in the morning (even though you had practically begged your boss for some time off to move in).

However, the sound of something sliding open from your bedroom has you scurrying down your hall in an effort to try and catch an intruder. You wonder what it could be only to discover that it was the sound of one of your dresser drawers opening. The top one, where you kept your underwear, was left hanging open and the materials that were once neatly folded had been disturbed and half hazardly flown back into the drawer. you rushed over to look inside and tried to return it back to it’s organized state, cursing in confusion on how it got this way.

“How the hell did this happen?!” you groan, already starting to fold everything back up and annoyed with the fact that you even had to do so. You were tired from moving and absolutely dreading the idea of having to wake up with only a few hours of sleep and still having to work all day. But you just shake your head and suck it up, tucking the clothes back into the drawer and closing it, sparing the inside one last look just in case there was still a small chance an intruder was hiding inside the small space.

Just as you turn your head around, the sight of a black shadow darting from your closet has you shrieking and falling back against the wall with a thud. “Stay back!” you scream, arms coming up to shield your face. You were scared out of your mind and afraid to even open your eyes to face the person, but when nothing happened you open them only to feel foolish at your reaction. At your feet sat a small black cat, green eyes staring up at you blankly and a piece of bright pink underwear hanging out of its mouth.

You deadpan,“hey! give that back!” you screech, reaching out to snatch it away only for it to dodge your attempt and scurry over to your bed. It seemed to enjoy the janky mattress as it took it upon itself to lay down and begin clawing at the prize it had stolen.

Cautiously you go over to lay back down on your bed, the cat not even sparing your movement a glance. You still decide to keep your distance just in case the creature wants to change its mind and decide to claw at you next. In the morning you plan to try and see if anyone in the building had recognized the beast but there wasn’t much you could do in the middle of the night.

Frustrated, you stare at the cat and raise an eyebrow, looking back and forth between it and your dresser across the room. “how did you manage to get that open, huh?”

the cat just stared back at you without a thought behind its eyes and you shake your head, “now i’m talking to a cat, definitely time for bed.” you say with a sigh, throwing your head back onto the pillow and pulling the comforter up to your chin. For a while you stare up at the ceiling, finding the dream world alluding to you before finally you fall back to sleep. Unbeknownst to you, eyes watched you from the shadows, head fixed in your direction as if it was afraid to turn away. It stood looming, before suddenly it disappeared.

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The next day's temperature was not as forgiving as yesterdays but, despite that, you still clutch a large size cup of steaming coffee in your hand as if it was a life saver. Your raggedy hair and the puffy bags under your eyes basically scream sleep deprivation as you walk into the office building. Most of your coworkers can sense the bad vibes radiating off your figure from a mile away.

“Geez y/n did you get mugged on your way to work?” Jimin greeted you upon your arrival to your desk, platinum blonde head swiveling around to glance over your figure. “Or maybe fall in a ditch somewhere?”

You scoff, “Good Morning to you too, asshole.” Your sarcasm had him letting out a laugh just as you place your already half finished drink down and plop heavily into the padded chair on your side of the circular desk. “I wasn’t mugged. I mean- well technically, if you can consider a cat a mugger than yes, I was totally mugged.”

Your response had Jimin raising an eyebrow at you and he leaned back in his chair, “A cat? Really?”

“Yes Jimin, a cat!” you whisper loudly, aggravated. “First it stole my underwear then it proceeded to steal my sleep. I don’t even know where it came from but it must’ve been hell because it wouldn’t leave me alone all night.” you were struggling to keep your voice down the more you started to recall last night.

You should’ve known better than to let a strange cat into your bed but it seemed innocent enough, at least until it tried clawing your eyes out for accidentally rolling over into its spot. Technically all the spots on the bed were yours since it was your bed, but apparently the cat hadn’t got the memo and practically bullied you onto the floor. The hardwood esque flooring sure did look good but, damn, was it cold. You couldn’t have been happier when you saw the little girl frantically running around the hallway as if looking for something this morning, only to let out a cry of happiness when she saw you holding her monster of which you gladly handed over.

“Well that wouldn’t have happened if you had just stayed with Jennie,” you couldn't stop the laugh of disbelief that spill from your lips and just roll your eyes at the idea. Jimin whines and scoots his chair closer to you, “C’mon y/n! It wasn’t even that bad! I swear you just suck at keeping track of stuff, I mean just look at your desk!”

He juts a finger towards your haywire mess of mixed papers and files with a couple of miscellaneous paper clips here and there. You barely even spare him a glance as you start typing away at your computer, pretending as if he hadn’t just suggested the stupidest thing in the world. “Uh-huh sure.”

“Fine, but don’t say I never tried to help you. I did everything I could to find a roommate for you and I honestly thought Jennie would've worked out.” he says with a pout. No matter how many times you two have this same conversation about the situation with Jennie, Jimin always seems to make you feel bad about not being grateful for his help.

It has you letting out a sigh, “I know Jiminie.” you say, using his nickname to try and pacify him, “How about you come over tonight and we can watch the office, hmm?”

Jimin was reluctant to cave in and continues to pout, but finally he concedes and accepts your request, “That was a dirty trick, Y/N. You know I can never say no to the office.” His complaint just makes you laugh.

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Jungkook didn’t know how long you’d be gone and in that moment he was too preoccupied to care, hands stuffed down in his pants and a familiar wad of cotton shoved harshly against his nose.

The minute you had left this morning, fresh out of the shower and a cup of coffee in your hand, Jungkook had immediately found himself back in your room snooping around and messing with things he knew he shouldn't have been. But he couldn’t stop himself from just taking a peek and since you had left your room in total disarray this morning after stressing over what to wear he didn’t feel like it was totally his fault for picking it up.

When he had first seen it, sprawled across the ground, he thought it was some type of weird string or perhaps some type of headband. It wasn’t until he had seen the distinct victorias secret label printed on the back that he realized just exactly what was in his hand. At first he was just going to place it back where he had found it, embarrassed with the fact that he had even picked up something so intimate, but when he remembered just how infatuated the cat was with the item last night he began to wonder what made them so great. That train of thought somehow had turned into him stuffing his nose into the material instead. When he first placed his nose against it, he was hesitant, but instantly the aroma had his eyes slipping shut and a groan escaping past his lips.

“F-fuck!” he moans, hips canting up into his hand as he continues stroking at himself. His member had gotten hard so fast after smelling the lingering scent of you on the thong that he had wasted no time in unzipping his pants and palming at himself. At some point, he had pulled his cock out entirely and started thumbing at the weeping head, precum making the slide even easier.

Your underwear was practically glued to his face at this point and all he could smell was you as he continues sniffing at the material, whines escaping past his lips every time he caught a particularly strong scent. Jungkook jerks tirelessly at himself, head thrown back and fingers gently squeezing at the base on every downstroke in an attempt to hold off the inevitable, but he can already feel his abs tightening with a familiar coil.

He bit at his plump red lips, barely even capable of holding in his moans, “Y/N” he groans out as he continues racing towards his climax, eyes squeezed shut in pleasure.

But just before he can reach his glorious orgasm he hears the familiar sound of keys jingling in the door, the entrance of the apartment unlocking. It has him scrambling from his spot where he leans against the wall and hastily pulling his pants up. Briefly he glances at the underwear in his hand, debating on what he should do with it before he slyly shoves it into his pants pocket, disappearing only a second before you burst through the bedroom door.

“Jimin, you better not open the wine without me!” You shout down the hallway, work heels dangling from your hand as you fling yourself onto the foot of the bed. The rest of your work day had been exhausting, all the countless calls and meetings you had to schedule for your boss had you basically itching for a drink. That was the only thing you had in mind when you drove back home with Jimin and you can barely get into your sweats fast enough.

Jimin’s first impression of your apartment was that it was small, alot smaller than he had assumed based on how much you had been bragging about it, but still it was quaint. “No promises!” he replies back from inside your kitchen, already scavenging through your cupboards to find something yummy to eat. Of course it’s empty, he thinks to himself after finding nothing and letting out a sigh of defeat. And, of course, you didn’t have a couch so he was just left to stand there awkwardly, staring into the reflective glass of the wine bottle as he waited for your return.

He quickly finds himself getting lost in his train of thought, mind reeling about all the things he had to do tomorrow at work as he hums unconsciously. But when he peeps the figure that showed up behind him in the reflection, it has him furrowing his eyebrows in confusion. Jimin hadn’t heard the telltale sign of your steps signalling your return so the sight had him spinning around in alarm, only to be met with the same empty space behind him. It has him shaking his head and rubbing at his eyes, chalking it up to his imagination and the stress from the job. When he sees you finally emerge around the corner from the hallway, he holds the bottle out to you. “Here, I don’t think I’m gonna drink much. Already going crazy as it is.”

His words just have you looking at him weirdly before you mutter out a confused okay and lead him back to your room. “Sorry I don’t have a tv yet, but we can still watch it on my laptop!” you express before letting him join you on your bed and pulling up netflix on your computer. You and him manage to get engrossed into the show quick enough, passing the wine bottle back and forth as you two laugh and become a tiny bit tipsy.

The sight of Jimin sitting next to you, so close and on your bed at that, has Jungkook practically fuming. Who was this guy? And why was he in your home? Our home, Jungkook corrects himself. He didn’t like the scene in front of him, jaw tensing and fists balling up next to his side. Finally, he decides that he needs to do something about it.

The incident with the wine bottle earlier had merely been an accident, he was just being nosey and trying to catch a glimpse at the intruder. But this time, as he once again let his shadowy figure show over in the far corner of your bedroom, he was doing it completely on purpose. And to his amusement the movement catches Jimin's attention from over on the bed, unbeknownst to you who is completely occupied with whatever is on the screen. Jungkook sees the man wipe at his eyes again as he did earlier, but instead of disappearing like he had done before, Jungkook merely steps closer, careful not to alert you.

Jimin shoots up from his spot next to you, “AH- I mean I...uh think I need to go to the bathroom!” you raise an eyebrow at his outburst before nodding and pointing him in the direction of the bathroom. He can’t get there fast enough, barely walking into the room before he practically slams the door behind him and leans against it, holding his hand to his chest.

His feet manage to get him over to the sink and he begins splashing water on his face as he tries to wrap his head around what he just saw in your room. Jimin knows he definitely saw something there, or did he? He can;t figure it out and in frustration begins rubbing aggressively at his eyes to try and set whatever had come loose in his mind straight. But when he lifts his head to take a glimpse in the mirror, he practically shits his pants at the face that looms behind him.

“Get out.” Jungkook growls.

Jimin screams bloody murder, “WHAT THE FUCK!” he yells, practically ripping the bathroom door off its hinges as he runs out and down the hall. You hear the commotion and rush out of your room, stopping him in the hallway and trying to get him to calm down. “Jimin, what the hell are you doing?!”

He just ducks around your figure and continues his way towards your front door, “Y/N I don’t know what type of sick prank you’re trying to play on me but I’m leaving. I’ll just see you at work tomorrow.” he says hurriedly, rushing out the door and slamming it behind him.

You couldn’t do anything but stare at the spot from where he had just left in shock, completely confused on what had happened. But you know Jimin had always been weird and you didn’t spend too much time mulling it over before shrugging and heading back to your room. You sigh, “More wine for me I guess.”

After that you proceed to drink yourself into a stupor, falling unconscious with your body hanging halfway off the bed and empty wine bottle still in hand, the sound of your computer still playing in the background. You didn’t know if it was the wine helping you out but not too soon after falling asleep you were already quickly drifting off to dreamland behind your closed eyelids.

“How could you let him in here?”  the same voice from the night before sounds around you. This time you were no longer in your bed, instead you stood in your empty kitchen, pushed up against the counter by the doe eyed stranger. His eyes no longer held the same curiosity and wonder they once had, but anger.

“W-what?” You stutter out, completely caught off guard by his accusing tone. “Let who in where?”

Your confusion only seemed to make him madder and he lets out a growl, “That idiot! How could you let him in?!” His words immediately makes it click, he was talking about Jimin. “This is supposed to be our home not his.”

The boy’s face is full of betrayal and you could tell his feelings were wounded. But the way he was talking was as if the apartment belonged to the both of you and last time you checked, only your name was on the lease. Your gaze is questioning as you continue to digest what he said, staring back at him and detecting the jealousy that was radiating from him. “Why do you care so much? I still don’t even know who you are.”

The internal battle showed on Jungkook's face, why did he care so much? He didn’t know why he was becoming so possessive over you, but the look on your face had him sighing. He raises a familiar hand up to your cheek, hesitating when your glare didn’t waver and hovering it there until you relax into him. His starry eyes gazed into yours, “I’m sorry.”

Your face softens at his words and you nod to show that you accepted his apology. The boy continues to look you over as if trying to memorize every feature of your face and when he seems to find what he’s looking for in them he begins leaning his head down closer. Your breath hitches in your throat at the action and you wait with bated breath as he slowly puts his mouth against yours. His lips are so cold to the touch it has you gasping, goosebumps rising on your skin, but you quickly adjust to the difference and with a sigh you begin returning the action.

It seemed like he was only waiting for your approval because as soon as you start moving your lips back against his, he begins deepening the kiss. The hand that once laid on your cheek begins moving down to grasp your neck gently, no real pressure there but the intention all the same. His other hand also finds its way to your hip, pulling you closer to his own so that you are pressed chest to chest with the counter still against your back. He nips at your bottom lip causing you to let out a hiss and giving him an opening to slide his tongue in between your lips and run over yours.

The kiss was beginning to have an effect on you and at that point you are practically chasing after his lips, straining on the tips of your toes to apply the same amount of pressure back against him. Jungkook notices you struggling and lifts you up onto the counter, setting you down and beginning to trail his lips down your neck. Immediately he begins leaving bruises in his wake, teeth nipping at any expanse of skin he can find. It has you hiccuping out small moans and gasps as your nails dig into his shoulders.

“Uh I need...please...” You breathe out, words hesitating.

“Jungkook.” he mumbles against your neck. “My name is Jungkook.”

Beep!Beep!Beep!

The annoying sound of your work alarm has your eyes snapping open, chest heaving from the scare and you immediately sit up straight and begin looking around your room as if searching for something. When you finally realize you’re alone, you relax back into bed and stare up at the ceiling, trying to wrap your head around the small amount that you recall from your dream.

Raw bitten lips and soft hands trailing down over your figure flashed behind your eyelids and had you shuddering. You can't match a face to the mouth and hands that had roused such a reaction out of you and it frustrates you that you were grasping at straws trying to remember. The lingering feeling of lips on your neck sends a throb directly to your core and you can tell your skin was flushed. A deep sigh escapes you, “I need a cold shower.”

The dream stayed at the forefront of your mind the entire time you got ready even when you were in the shower, itching for relief to take yourself where the dream hadn’t. But since you were already late for work and rushing as usual, you didn’t have the time to do anything besides just wash yourself up and begin looking for something to wear. Upon opening the top dresser of your drawer to look for a set of underwear you’re met with the sight of gaps in your meticulous organization system. Not only was your favorite pair of comfortable work underwear missing but so was a thong you reserved specifically for going out. It has you tilting your head in confusion as you sweep your eyes around the room to see if they had been misplaced but with time ticking you couldn’t do much more and just chalk it up to them being in the laundry before finishing up and heading off to work.

As the next couple of weeks was spent busy with work and assignments you barely had much time to spend on yourself. However, an upside to the countless hours of labor your boss had you doing was ultimately getting a paycheck and as soon as you got your next one you began shopping to furnish the apartment. Of course you save some of it to go towards next month's bills and you get most of the new pieces from the swap meet but still it was something. Plus it looked like you were going to have to open up a savings account just to go towards a new collection of underwear as every week a new pair seemed to get lost despite there not even being that much space to hide.

“It's like they’re evaporating into thin air or something and I have no idea where they could be. I literally looked everywhere, Yoongi.” You tell your friend as two you sit enjoying a hot cup of coffee at a cafe down the street from his studio.

“Hmm well maybe that cat really liked how your underwear tasted.” His response was simply met with a face full of napkins.

Despite Yoongi’s snide remark it does have you thinking. Perhaps that kid's cat was still sneaking back into your apartment, I mean it did it once it could do it again for all you know. But you didn’t have time to get all worked up about it and just decide to buy some cheap off brand granny panties from the supermarket to get yourself by. Good thing the weekend was right around the corner and when it finally came you knew exactly what you were doing.

The sound of hot rushing water has your shoulders instantly relaxing, your hand swirling a cup of sweet smelling red wine as you stand watching the water rise. Nothing and you meant nothing felt better than when you finally sink down into the old porcelain tub, steam opening your pores as the water sloshes around your shoulders. “Fucking finally.” you mutter to yourself with a sigh, head laying back on the towel you had folded neatly behind you. Instantly it was like the weeks of stress from moving in and working nonstop melts off your bones and you feel ten times younger. You almost forget that you had done all of this to have a better life, not drive yourself into the ground.

You can’t help but let your mind drift back to the memories of the dreams you had been having almost every night. The kisses and touches from the faceless stranger quickly stirring up heat in your center. It seemed like every dream was only getting more and more exciting but just before you would find yourself trying to escalate it beyond just the sweet taste of his lips, you would wake up more frustrated than before. Your body was practically begging for it, but you just continued to push it off, shoving down your sexual frustrations for nex time. Problem is there was never a next time and you didn’t remember the last time you had an actual orgasm.

Slowly your hand begins tracing circles on the apex of your thighs under the water as you contemplate it, “Maybe it has been a long time.” you whisper to yourself finally caving in. Without a second thought your hand takes the leap, sinking down further to rub at your aching cunt that you had neglected for so long. A long drawn out sigh escapes as you feel yourself getting worked up, fingers quickly finding the bud that was nestled between your lips. It has your back arching from where it met the tub and legs spreading to accommodate your hand.

You spend a couple minutes toying with yourself just like that, one hand rubbing at your clit and the other flicking your nipples teasingly. But you know you wouldn’t be able to fully reach your climax sitting in there and decide to take it back to your room, cunt throbbing impatiently while you dry yourself off and drain the bathtub. Since it had been so long since you had indulged yourself like this, you decide to treat yourself and pull out your handy dandy vibrator. A not very big but still mighty sleek black rabbit with gold trim and over seven power settings. You don’t waste much time teasing and immediately you’re holding the toy against yourself, set to one of the highest vibrations.

“Shit!” You moan out, a laugh escaping as you already start to feel the signs of your orgasm approaching. You bite at your lip to try and conceal some of your noises, still stuck in the habit of trying to be quiet for the sake of a roommate. But it feels so good a couple managed to slip by as you pick up the pace of the vibrator, hips thrusting up to meet your motions.

You’re so distracted you don;t see Jungkook over in the corner of the room who watches intently from his spot. He had tried to be courteous when he caught you fondling yourself in the bathroom, you were a woman and you did have needs. But when he sees you pull that toy out of the small box you hid in your drawer and start holding the buzzing object against your clit he couldn’t look away. Jungkook had always wondered what you kept in there but didn’t particularly care enough to check, he was too preoccupied with stealing your underwear.

So as he continues to watch, eyes sweeping over your naked figure from head to toe as you quiver in pleasure, Jungkook can’t stop the hand that had found itself unconsciously pulling his cock out of his pants. From his spot he can see the way your nipples pebble in the open air and the point where the toy met your mound. His hand takes up the pace you held as you fuck yourself swiftly.

“A-ah feels s’ good…” you whine to no one in particular, mind conjuring up images of a man with dark brown hair and sultry eyes that sang of corrupted innocence. You didn’t know where the inspiration came from but it has you throwing your head back in welcome and exposing the apex of your throat as if asking for something. Secretly, Jungkook knows what it was you wanted and has to hold himself back from going over there and giving it to you.

“So good for me.” he whispers to himself, trying to keep the groan he wants to let out at the sight down to keep from alerting you. He just spits in his hand to make the glide easier as he starts thrusting into his hand, imagining the tight squeeze was your weeping cunt.

The buzz of the toy rings loud in the room along with the sound of your whines and moans as you continue rubbing it against your bud, occasionally slipping it down to tease at your entrance. The palm of your hand must've accidentally clicked the button on the end because suddenly kicking up to the last setting and your mouth opens in a silent scream. You can’t do much but just take it, hips raising off the bed and head thrown back with your eyes rolling back. Your legs are shaking with pleasure and suddenly the string that was holding your climax back snaps and you’re tipping over the edge.

“Jungkook!” you scream out, mind going blank and calling out a name you had never heard but still sounded so familiar. It has said man cursing and almost doubling over as cum bursts from the leaking tip of the swollen member in his fist. The pleasure ringing in your ears was too loud to hear the moans that he let out and you just continue letting the shockwaves roll through your figure, chest heaving from the effort.

When you finally come down from your high, you can only stare at the ceiling, limbs like jelly. The calming feeling of the orgasm warming you from the inside out has you smiling in content as you roll over and take a minute to collect yourself. Jungkook just continues to watch you silently, cock tucked back in and hand still covered in his own cum. His face holds a look of concentration as he internally weighs the pros and cons of the plan he was conjuring up in his mind because deep down, he knew he needed to have you.

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A hand trailing up your side is what initially catches your attention, but what has you coming to was the feeling of teeth nipping at the nape of your neck. You don’t recall falling asleep but you recognize the touch and immediately know it’s the stranger that was visiting you every night. You crane your neck to catch a glimpse and meet his gaze, eyes simmering with lust.

“Don’t tease…” You whisper, voice breathy as you find yourself already starting to get riled just from the feeling of his fingers rubbing against your skin. He just smiles and places a gentle kiss on your lips, letting out a mischievous chuckle when he sees you try and chase after his mouth.

“I don’t plan to.” he says and flips you over onto your back, broad figure coming up to hover above you. Immediately his lips find your neck, his favorite place to start, and he begins trailing down to your chest all the while leaving hickeys in his wake.

All you can do is watch as he sets a torturous pace between lavishing at the swell of your breast and gently kissing the skin. When he finally decides to take one of your hard nipples into his mouth it has you letting out a whine, “Ah!” you cry, hands coming up to grip his shoulders. You feel his smile against your skin at your reaction. His smugness has you biting your lip, deciding to hold in your noises so as to not give him the satisfaction.

He notices your stubbornness as his eyes find yours and he mumbles against the mound he was still licking at, “Don’t try and fight it Y/N. I want to hear how  pretty you sound.” he says before gently nipping at the bud in his mouth making you hiss.

You want to shoot him a glare for his roughness but can’t stop your eyes from slipping shut when you feel his tongue flick over the nipple as if to soothe it. He just watches as you start to let yourself relax into his teasing, hand straying down your hip to cup your cunt. Your hips jump at the sudden touch but when he starts rubbing a fingertip up and down your slit, smearing your wetness around, you breath out a moan and toss your head back against the pillow. The slow build of pleasure he was giving you felt so good but was quickly making you frustrated.

“Please, I feel so empty.” you say and buck up into his hand. He pulls his hand away in retaliation and waits for you to calm down, which you do regrettably with a whine. When he sees you finally start to behave his hand goes back to its ministrations, this time rubbing at your clit. He continues this for a while along with alternating back and forth between both of your breasts. Occasionally his fingertip finds its way down to your entrance, dipping in just enough to give you a taste and make you moan at the stretch before pulling back and going back to the bundle of nerves. The pleasure feels so good and you quickly become distracted by the climbing climax you feel stirring in your core. It all felt so real it was hard for you to believe that you were dreaming.

Jungkook feels his heart swell at the sight of your hips grinding down on his hand in your sleep as you let cute little moans slip out of your mouth. After watching the show you put on earlier in the night, he couldn’t help but let himself sneak into your bed no matter how bad he felt about it. And you had made it so easy for him, falling asleep naked atop the covers like this. It was like you were begging him to touch you.

But he wants more of you “I just want a little taste.” he mumbles to himself, followed up by him scooting down your legs, face stopping right above your mound. His hands take up residence on your thighs so he can pull them apart as he stares hungrily at you.

Feeling the stimulation you were so desperately chasing after in your dream stopping so abruptly has you stirring in your sleep and when you feel the cool air touch your exposed cunt your eyes open, still heavy with sleep. When you realize that the hold on your legs you had been feeling hadn’t stopped with your lucidness your drowsiness completely vanishes.

“Wha’?” you question as your gaze flits down to where you feel the touch between your legs. Seeing the stranger you had been dreaming about for so long right here in front of you has your heart leaping up into your throat and you freeze. You open your mouth to protest but are silenced when you feel his tongue lick a fat stripe up from your entrance to your clit causing you to moan wantonly. The way he was using his fingers to spread your lips open had you whining in embarrassment from feeling so exposed. “Please!” you cry out, but whether it was a plea for him to stop or to keep going you didn’t know.

Jungkook can feel himself hardening at the sound of your cries, but right now the need to devour you was stronger than his need to cum. So when he doesn't hear any more complaints and your hips continue to chase after his mouth, he takes it as a sign to keep going, tongue licking up all the arousal that's leaking out of you.

The taste of you dripping into his mouth and down his chin has him letting out his own moans and in an effort to get more it delves into your hole and begins thrusting it in and out. He could feel your spongy walls squeezing down onto him and knew that you were probably getting close, especially since he had spent so long teasing you while you slept. So Jungkook decides to take mercy on you and brings a thumb up to rub at your clit, matching the rhythm of his tongue.

“Oh god!” you moan, hands gripping onto the dark mop of hair atop his head to ground yourself as your legs shake in his hold. The stimulation of being filled and having someone else finally touching you this way after so long was getting too much. And you were still sensitive from earlier when you had used your vibrator on yourself and his assault on your clit was bordering on painful. But that didn’t stop the pleasure from racking your form as your back arches off the bed and you start spiraling to your end.

Jungkook pulls his tongue away and replaces it quickly with two digits, continuing to push you closer to climax as he gazes at you in pure want. “I want to hear you say my name again.” he breathes out. He sees the confusion that flashes on your face before quickly being replaced when he gives a particular hard thrust with his fingers. “You know it Y/N, just say it for me one more time.”

You can barely register what he’s talking about and your head shakes back and forth as you so desperately chase after your orgasm. He can tell you’re heading over the edge quickly and gives one final thrust, this time curling his fingers inside you to hit that spot he knew would finish you. “Go ahead, princess. Cum.”

His command is what does you in, your body going stiff as you feel yourself cream on his fingers. You let out a drawn out moan, “S-shit! Jungkook!”. The grip you have on his hair is probably ripping out strands, but you don;t seem to care as your body is wracked with pleasure, orgasm ebbing through you. When Jungkook could tell you were starting to come down he slips his fingers out of you and maneuvers out of your hold, backing up towards the end of the bed.

As soon as you’re able to regain your senses it suddenly clicks in your brain what had just happened. The stranger from your dreams was real and he was in your apartment AND he had just given you probably the best head you’d had in awhile. “What the fuck is happening?!” You screech, scrambling upright in the bed and huddling close to the pillows as you hurriedly try to cover yourself and preserve what little modesty you had left. “How are you even here?! And who the fuck are you?!”

Jungkook just sighs, “I’m Jungkook...pretty sure we’ve been over this already.” he mumbles, rubbing at the back of his neck sheepishly. His reply has you sending a glare his way.

“Well how I was supposed to know if that was your real name or not?!”

“You’ve called it out plenty enough times for it to be real at this point.” your leg flew out to give him a kick to the thigh at his snarky response but when your foot goes right through him you let out another screech and scurry off the bed across the room.

“You- you-” Your mind can’t seem to find the right word as you point at the man, hand shaking and eyes wide with fear. “My foot just went through your leg!”

“Yeah I can do that sometimes.” Jungkook says and proceeds to turn transparent, pale skin no longer looking solid but as if you could stick your hand straight through and he would come out unscathed. “I’m a ghost Y/N.”

All you could do was stand there, mouth agape and brain going completely haywire at his words. For a minute Jungkook thinks he has completely broken you until he watches as you calmly walk over to your closet to pull out some sweats and a shirt, dressing yourself before starting to head out of the room. He was confused but still got up from his spot on the bed to follow you as you proceeded towards the front door. “Wait! Where are you going?!” he says.

You turn on the heel of your foot and just stare at him bewildered, “There is a man, claiming to be a ghost, who can turn transparent in my apartment. I am going to check myself into the psych ward because I am obviously going nuts.”

Jungkook looks at you in concern. “Y/N I’m serious! I’m a ghost, I used to live here. I don’t know how long I’ve been like this but I can assure you that I’m no longer alive.” he could see you starting to realize the seriousness in his voice, “Trust me, you’re not crazy.”

Your gaze stays trained on him as you continue to digest what exactly he was saying before you seem to finally accept his claim. It has Jungkook visibly relaxing as he lets out a sigh of relief. But now that you knew you weren’t losing your mind your sense of curiosity was sparked. “Um if you don’t mind me asking..how exactly did you get like-” you gesture wildly to his figure “-this.”

He bites at his lip anxiously, “You mean how did I die?” you seem to have realized how invasive your question had been because he saw the embarrassed look that crossed your face as you nod nervously. “I don’t..I don’t really remember. I mean I guess I do? But it’s kind of a blur and I’ve never been able to piece it together no matter how hard I’ve tried.”

The two of you stand in silence for a while, awkwardly standing in the middle of your empty living room. You didn’t really know what to say, torn between both the fear and wonder that came with having a ghost in front of you. “Do you want me to leave?”

Jungkook's question catches you off guard. “What?! No no, I couldn’t make you do that!”

“Are you sure? I mean I don’t have anywhere else to go but its not like I could die-”

“Jungkook, it's honestly fine! This was your home first!” you say trying to get him to remove any thought of him not being welcomed, “As long as you um...stop popping up in my dreams and all that.” Your words have him blushing, cheeks blooming red and eyes widening in embarrassment.

“Yeah yeah no completely valid. I’m really sorry I don’t know why I did that. I didn’t think it would escalate that far.” Jungkooks words flow out of his mouth so fast they jumble together. “I'll return your underwear too.”

That has you letting out a sound of realization as you put two and two together, “You’re the underwear thief?! I thought that stupid cat was doing it!” He just chuckles nervously and bashfully looks at the ground as he plays with his hands, hating how much of a pervert he must’ve sounded like. You giggle at his reaction, “It’s okay Jungkook. We can just put that behind us, yeah?”

His face lights up with a small smile, those bunny teeth you remember vaguely seeing peeking out from behind his lips. “Yeah that would be great.”

After the two of you talk a little more about how everything would work around here from now on, you both part ways, you going back to your bed and Jungkook going to wherever he went at night. Briefly you hope that wouldn’t be your dreams but the twinge of absence you feel at the thought has you second guessing that maybe that hope was misplaced.

Over the next couple of weeks the two of you begin to settle into a bit of a routine. He was kind enough to respect your boundaries after your talk and, much to your delight, actually returned a few of your underwear to your drawers. Jungkook even went as far as to start making your coffee for you in the morning. “I know you hate having to rush to work so I just thought this would make it easier for you!” was his excuse. You had felt your heart skip a beat when he said that, grin stretching across his face sheepishly along with a blush.

Everything was going so smooth it almost felt normal, well as normal as living with a ghost in your apartment could be. But if there was one thing you can complain about, it was the sexual tension that undoubtedly remained around the two of you no matter how hard you had tried to push it down. You could feel it when he sometimes caught you coming out of the bathroom fresh out of the shower and only covered in towel, his eyes following the droplets of water as they flowed down your skin. Or how when you got back from a run and your body was covered in so much sweat your shirt clung to every part of your chest and his gaze couldn’t help but follow your pert behind as you walked past him in those godforsaken tight exercise shorts. It was killing the both of you.

You can’t even try and calm yourself down either as you’re too paranoid that he would accidentally catch you or be spying on you from somewhere in the shadows. Him catching you in the act wouldn’t even be the problem actually, but him hearing you call his name out while you did it is what you would never be able to live down. The man was the focal point of all your fantasies at this point and there was no guarantee that you would be able to stop yourself from calling out for him in the heights of pleasure.

But as the days ticked by and you felt your muscles grow stiff from work, the itch at the back of your head telling you to just cave in and give yourself just a tiny bit of release grew more persistent. Today had been a particularly bad day, your horniness making you so antsy that even Jimin noticed judging by the weird looks he was sending you the entire time you two sat at your desks. And when Jungkook greeted you once you got home you didn’t even have it in you to meet his eyes, only squeaking out a small ‘hi’ before rushing past him. You had planned to just ignore it like you had been doing so far but that seemed to be easier said than done.

Tonight Jungkook had suggested that you guys watch something new he said was premiering tonight. And since all your new furniture had been delivered, the two of you would be able to sit and watch it on the tv at a safe distance instead of having to share your bed and huddle entirely too close over your small laptop.

The movie was actually pretty good once you start watching it and not internally screaming at being in the same room as the man who made you want to jump on his dick at any second. Your attention became completely absorbed in the screen, so much so that you forgot that Jungkook was even sitting down on the couch from you. But when the mood in the scene suddenly changes and the two feuding main characters start tearing each other's clothes off (talk about plot twist) you gulp. Suddenly you’re all too aware of how easily it would be to just scoot over and climb on top of his lap.

You try to focus your mind on anything but the moans coming from the movie but after being so pent up, just watching the shots of pleasured filled faces has your core throbbing. Images of the dreams you used to share with Jungkook run through your mind and you can’t stop yourself from rubbing your thighs together in an effort to relieve some of the ache between your legs.

Next to you, Jungkook could tell that what was happening in the movie was affecting you. He had tried to be on his best behavior these past few weeks as he was trying to make up for the bad impression he made when you first moved in. But he can see the movement of your thighs and was barely holding on to the shred of chivalry he had left. Maybe if he just offers you a little help it would be okay?

“Y/N-” he starts out, reaching a hand over to touch your leg in an effort to catch your attention. Immediately the feeling of his warm palm laying on you after so long has you letting out a small moan escape your lips, your hands slapping over your mouth the minute you realize. You shut your eyes in embarrassment and you can feel your face flushing with heat.

Jungkook opens his mouth to say something but you can’t bear to hear it. “I’m going to my room!” You say hopping up from the couch and rushing down the hallway to your bedroom, the sound of the door slamming shut behind you ringing around the apartment. You’re completely mortified by what happened out there in the living room. Were you that horny that just a simple touch had you wanting to risk it all?

Your back was pressed against the door and your mind was racing as you internally curse at yourself. But the sound of a knock on the door has you jolting up as you squeak, “Go away!”

You hear Jungkook shuffle on the other side of the door, “Y/N? Can you open the door? I just want to talk.”

“Jungkook, I’m fine! I just need a minute!” You lie and hope that he believes you. But of course, this was Jungkook, and he pays no mind to your words as he walks straight through the closed door. Fuck ghosts and their stupid nonsolid bodies. “Jungkook, I thought we talked about you not using your weird ghost powers to invade my privacy!”

“You didn’t give me much of a choice, I asked nicely.” He says while raising his hands up innocencently. You sigh exparrated and crossed your arms in irritation before turning your back towards him. “Y/N, when are you going to stop pretending?” Jungkook says from behind you.

His question makes you stiffen as you know exactly where he was heading with this. “...Pretending about what?” you say feigning cluelessness.

“Pretending that you don’t want me.” the response makes you gulp, heart pounding in your chest. You hear him step closer, “I see the way you look at me..and I know you see the way I look at you too.”  The feeling of his hand landing on your shoulder makes you gasp before suddenly you’re turned around and pulled closer to his chest, your head tilting up to look at his face. His eyes are staring deep into yours and you can see the lust swimming in them, it has you biting at your lip. Jungkooks gaze follows the movement.

“Jungkook, I…” you trail off as you get lost in his dark irises, feeling the tension in the room start to grow. “I need you.”

At that, he squeezes you tightly in response “You have me.”

Jungkook didn’t waste time before walking you backwards towards the bed, both of your hands scrambling over each other's body as your lips locked. There was so much pent up want between the both of you that you didn't even take time easing into it, teeth nipping at each other's lips and your tongues fighting for dominance. When you feel the edge of the bed knock against the back of your knees you sit down, pulling Jungkook down over you as you lay spread out across the sheets.

His broad shoulders tower over you making you feel so small compared to him, but inwardly you love the feeling of being completely overpowered by the man. Jungkook breaks the kiss to pull his shirt off, tossing it somewhere in the room before he dives back down to start mouthing at the corner of your jaw. “Hmm take this off.” he says as he tugs at your top. You don’t need much convincing and slightly raise yourself to lift it over your head, Jungkook backing up to accommodate the movement. You hadn’t been wearing a bra as you normally didn’t when lounging around the apartment so when Jungkook catches sight of your pert nipples hardening in the exposed air he lets out a groan. “Y/N, I fucking love your tits.”

His crude compliment makes you laugh but it’s interrupted when he takes a bud into his mouth, his hand coming to fondle the other one. He rolls your nipple between his teeth, alternating between flicking it with his tongue and sucking on it. His ministrations has your back arching into his embrace as you let out small breathy gasps. You can feel his member hard in his jeans against your leg and reach down to tug on the waistband of the pants. “Jungkook, come on. Wan’ you.” you mumble, quickly growing impatient.

He just chuckles and pulls away from your nipple, a string of saliva connecting his lips back to it. He heeds your bratty command and pops the button of his pants, standing up briefly to pull them down along with his underwear. The sight of his cock has you squeezing around nothing. In all your dreams you had never gotten so far as to him inside you, so seeing it for the first time was breathtaking. It wasn’t big per se but it certainly was longer than average and it had girth to it that would definitely have you stretching to accommodate. A couple small veins run up the side of it and your eyes follow them up to the bright red head that had already begun leaking with precum.

It has you rushing to take the rest of your clothes off as well, tossing them to the side before looking up at him lustfully, parting your legs in welcome. His gaze instantly lands on your cunt, watching your hole twitch as if begging to be filled. It has his breath catching and he crawls his way back over you, one hand placed next to your head to hold himself up while the other trails down your side and in between your legs.

You whine when you feel his finger prod at your entract instead of what you really wanted. He let out a chuckle at that, “Sorry princess I have to get you prepped first.” he says, a digit circling around your entrance to spread your arousal. When he deems it slick enough, he finally dips his finger inside you, moving it in and out slowly, occasionally curling it up to rub at that soft spot inside you.

“uh!” hiccup moans leave your lips as you lay back with closed eyes, letting him stretch you open in preparation. The feeling of a second finger has you gasping a little, but to ease the intrusion you feel him bring the pad of his thumb up to gently toy with your clit. He feels more of your arousal leak out around his fingers and uses that to slide in a third, the stretch of your walls making his cock twitch. He continues thrusting them for a while, listening to your sounds of pleasure before he starts scissoring them inside of you.

The pace his fingers take up pushes you to the edge and the combination of his thick fingers inside you hitting your g spot and the assault on your clit was what did you in. “Jungkook!” you cry as you climax, hips bucking to meet his hand as you cum.

He watches you intently as you topple over the edge, not stopping his fingers but slowing them down enough to ride you through your high without it being painful. You can feel your high coming down and open your eyes to look at him, biting your lip at how sexy he looks over you. “Jungkookie..” you sigh, hand trailing up his abdomen.”Wan’ your cock.”

Your words have him groaning as his member lets out another drop of precum on his thigh. He wants so badly to be inside you already but he knows the minute he is, he would be done for and it would be over too soon for his liking. So instead he proceeds to pull his fingers out, stuffing them between his lips and moaning at the taste. You watch him hungrily, already feeling empty without something inside you.

Jungkook pulls his fingers out of his mouth with a pop before trailing his mouth down your torso, nipping and sucking at the skin. He mumbled against your skin, “Just want to taste you first.” His nose bumps your clit when he finds his way between your legs causing your hips to jump at the sensitivity. He soothes it over with a lick, but that just has you pushing at his head. “I’m too sensitive!” you whine, trying to shut your legs.

He tuts and holds your legs open, tongue continuing to draw circles around the bundle of nerves. “Just one more, princess. One more and I’ll give you my cock, okay?”

You hesitate for a second, not knowing if you have it in you but nod in the end, afraid if you didn’t he’d never get inside you. Jungkook smiles at your confirmation and gives your thigh a kiss then goes back to licking at your clit. His tongue trails up and down your slit, dipping in and circling around your most sensitive areas. It has you turning into a panting mess especially when he finally decides to stop teasing you and cups you entirely with his mouth, proceeding to devour you as if he was starving. You can feel the juices leaking down between your lips and know the sheets were going to be an absolute mess in the morning but you don’t care, hips riding his face as your orgasm begins to build.

“S-shit!” you squeak, gripping on the sides to ground yourself as your thighs squeeze around his head. Jungkook moans at the suffocation, pace picking up as he licks up every last drop of you. It’s the vibrations from his sounds of enjoyment that has you creaming around his tongue. This time he stops once he knows you’ve cum, not wanting to push your sensitivity too much just yet, and kisses his way back up to your lips. You taste yourself in his mouth but you don’t care as you let him kiss your already raw bitten lips.

“You were so good for me, princess. ‘m gonna fuck you now.” you moan at his words, nodding your head almost embarrassingly fast.

Your legs part around his hips as you look down between your legs, seeing his rock hard member already poking its tip at your entrance. Jungkook braces himself before slowly sliding the tip inside you, both of you moaning at the feeling. His head throws back and his eyebrows furrow as he concentrates on trying not to bust his load just from entering you. “So tight..f-fuck y/n.”

You feel the same, already feeling like you’re gonna cum just from the way he stretched you out. You swear you can feel him in your stomach and he hadn’t even gotten all the way in. Your legs find their way around his hips, pulling him in closer before finally you feel the tip of his cock sit snugly against your cervix. Above you, Jungkook’s breathing heavily and you grow impatient, squeezing your walls down on him. He growls, “y/n if you keep doing that I’m not gonna be able to last long enough to make you cum.” he complains, voice strained.

You smirk and squeeze down around him again, relishing in the strained noise he makes. “Then you better hurry up and fuck me, ghost boy.” He just sends you a glare and starts pulling his hips back. For a second you think he’s going to pull out of you completely, afraid that your teasing angered him enough to stop. But instead he thrusts back into you hard, knocking the wind out of you and making stars light up in your eyes.

Instantly he takes up a rough pace, hips snapping against yours so hard you moan in both pleasure and pain. “so- so big..” you hiccup.

He growls at your words, cock picking up the pace “you like that, yeah?”

“I love your cock- i love it- ”  you cry, using your legs around his waist to help you fuck yourself down onto his cock.

Jungkook pounds you with such speed it has you breathless and you can’t even form coherent words, slurring out jumbled words. He just continues rolling his hips against you as you fall apart beneath him “such a dirty slut. Fucking yourself on my cock like this.” he laughs as he sees you don’t even stop at his words. “I bet you wanted me to see you fuck yourself on that vibrator, huh? The way you called out my name like that as if I was the one in your slutty pussy.”

“yes- yes fuck me harder-” you sob around the words from pleasure, nails scratching down his back. “-wanna be your slut jungkook-”

He fucks you without mercy. You don’t even register when you feel his finger prod at the entrance to your ass. “Fuck you gonna let me in here, princess? Let me make you feel even better?”

You’re gasping with every thrust he gives and can’t respond, just letting out a chorus of “ah!ah!ah!”

He takes your lack of response as a yes and uses the liquid leaking from between the two of you as lube as his finger breaches the entrance. His hips falter at how you suck him in, “fuck! Princess, you're just begging for something to fill you up in there huh?”

Jungkooks asking too many questions and you don’t even know what he’s talking about. Too caught up in the pleasure of how his cock knocks at your womb with every thrust.

His hips snap forward to meet yours, rough enough to leave bruises, and he growls down at you “answer me” he says.

You can't stop the sounds of pleasure that tumble from between your lips as you answer through the fog “yes, yes, yes-” you moan “fill me up- i want your cock-” “You already have my cock princess, remember?” his hips grind against yours as he sits snugly inside. “You want another? Hmm so greedy, but since you asked so nicely.” Your mouth opens in a silent scream, eyes rolling back into your skull so you can see the white of them. His cock is already pounding inside you, so why does it feel like he’s inside your ass now too?

Both members move in tandem inside of you. As soon as one pulls back, the other one is pushing back inside. Your mind is too far gone to understand how he’s doing this but you don’t care. I’m in heaven you think to yourself, tongue lolling out your mouth.

Above you Jungkook is grunting as he continues to pound you into the mattress, face strained from the effort. He can feel his end approaching and decides he needs to get you there first so he reaches down to stroke at your clit, matching the aggressive pace of his hips.

“Too much!” you shout “‘s too much- i can’t!”

“yes you can.” he growls, each syllable paired with a thrust as he races to the edge. “Go ahead and cum princess.”

Your body thrashes uncontrollably underneath him, curses flying from your lips. Your climax is rising and burning through you and it feels so good, his cocks feels so good pounding inside you. suddenly you’re crashing down and your mouth slacks open letting out lewd, drawn out moans as you cum,

reaching his own high, jungkook moans too, his thrusts becoming shallow and a string of curses flow from his mouth as he slumps down next to you, cock slipping out of you with a squelch. You register the feeling of his seed dripping out of you as both of your holes squeeze around nothing from being empty once again. Your legs shake and you can’t even raise an arm to wipe at the sweat that drips down your face.

He sees you struggling to make yourself comfortable and pulls you close to his chest, shushing you as you reel from the strength of the orgasm you just had. You hum at the feeling, struggling to keep yourself awake.

“Stay with me?” you say, staring up at him drowsily, completely spent.

You know your hair is a complete mess and you smell sticky with sweat but that doesn’t stop Jungkook from looking down at you, dark eyes shining like stars as he whispers, “Always.”

Jungkook held you for the rest of the night and despite the temperature difference, you slept soundly. It was weird having a roommate that you couldn’t tell your friends about or tell them that you were also sleeping with him. Even harder to not be able to tell them you were falling for him. Ultimately, Jungkook was dead and eventually you would have to part ways. But for now you were going to enjoy his ever looming presence, even if that meant your underwear was going to continue to go missing.