Kai

You had left Yoongi and hour ago and his words still rang in your head. 

“I…haven’t spoken to Jungkook today?” 

Why would he lie? Yoongi had no reason to make that up but why would your Fiancé lie to you? What would be the reason to plant evidence to make Jessy accuse Yoongi of cheating? None of this was making sense to you. 

You were fortunate that your office building was located in the middle of the city centre, only a few meters from Jungkook’s office building, so had lots of places to walk to clear your head.

Speaking of Jungkook, you felt the constant vibration on your hip coming from your phone. No doubt it was him blowing you up probably asking where you were as usually around this time you walk over to his office so you can head home together but you just couldn’t face him right now. 

Were you being stupid? The more you thought about it, Yoongi had a lot of reasons to lie. He had just been caught doing the most deplorable thing to someone he claimed to have loved and now he was flailing around like a fish out of water trying to come up with any excuse to save his own sorry skin.

But that look on his face. You knew that he wasn’t lying but that possibility made your stomach turn worse than the news of his infidelity ever could. 

No.

It was none of your business. This was between him and Jessy. Your only responsibility was to be there for your friends. Well, both of your friends at this point because it felt as though all of your lives were being flipped on its head at the moment. 

You whipped out your phone and called the only person that could ground you at this very moment. 

“Hello” 

“Millie, hey, is now a good time to talk?” 

And talk you did. You spilled everything to her. Everything that had happened in the past 24 hours poured out of you like puke. She was just as floored as you were but Millie had always had a good head on her shoulders. 

You met her when you were both 6. One day you came to school toting matching Bratz dolls and you had been inseparable since. Through every achievement and every heartbreak she had been right by your side. 

“That’s insane.” She said, her disbelief mirroring yours. 

“Right? I have no clue what to do.” 

“I think you should talk to Jungkook. I’m sure there will be some kind of rational explanation.”

That was a very Millie response. Ever since you and Jungkook had gotten together she had been your number one supporter. Always encouraging you to hear him out when he was being difficult and to push through the hard bits to relish in the good ones. Millie was like that, a true romantic. She loves love and loves when the ones she loves find the ones they love. You saw first-hand how much she loved and were with her every step of the way when she was going through her solo IVF process. You knew baby Ty would be the most loved baby in the world because you got to experience a fraction of the love from his mum that he would get to have in bucket loads. 

“You’re right, Mills. I’ll talk to him about this. He’s probably wondering where I am.” 

“Okay no worries. I need to get Ty a bottle anyway, he’s being so fussy today. I think he may be teething and he has this new terrifying habit of rolling over into stuff. He’s clumsy just like his mama. We even have matching bruises on our arms from that stupidly enormous rocking chair zebra that you and Jungkook got him. Thanks a lot for that by the way, it literally doesn’t fit anywhere Y/N.” 

“One: you’re very welcome and two: that is the cutest thing I’ve ever heard in my life. No one would expect any child of Millie’s to have any hand eye co-ordination.” You joked. 

“Ha Ha. Anyway, don’t let me keep you. Tell Jungkook we said Hi. I’m gonna give Lisa and Jessy a call later, just to check in. See ya.” 

With that you bid her farewell and started the walk back to Jungkook’s office. 

As you entered the enormous glass structure, you immediately collided into a hard broad chest. You looked up and saw a familiar pair of dark, big, brown eyes glaring back at you with nothing but fury inside of them.

“Where the fuck have you been?! I’ve been calling and texting you for an hour. I was going out to look for you myself.” Jungkook growled through gritted teeth. 

“Sorry, I just went for a walk to clear my head. Lisa called today with bad news and with that on top of everything that’s happening with Jessy, I just, needed some air.”

His eyes softened at that. 

“Oh, is everything okay?” 

“Not really. Lisa got fired this morning and she’s having a hard time finding anyone else to consider her for a job anywhere else.”  

He looked at you with a sympathetic smile plastered on his face. 

“Baby, I know you care about your friends but you shouldn’t be this involved and stressed over issues that don’t concern you.” He hummed while stroking your arms to sooth you. 

“I know but I can’t help it. I saw how hard she worked for that job and you know as well as I do that no one on this planet does Lisa’s job as well as she does.” 

He nodded in agreement so you continued. 

“So I was wondering, would you be able to take her on here?”

You felt his hands still his movements on your arms. 

“I don’t know baby. I know Lisa is great at what she’s done but there has been word going around about her professional conduct and with the new real estate acquisition, I don’t know if my company can afford the liability.” 

“Please, for me?” You asked looking up at him in the way you know is hard for him to resist. 

“I’ll think about it. Now, let’s go home I’m starving. I feel like a baby in need of a bottle. A bottle of something strong” he laughed, taking your hand is his as you walked to his car. 

“Oh that reminds me, I spoke to Millie today as well. Her and Ty are doing good. Turns out she gave birth to a baby just as clumsy as she is. Matching bumps and bruises on the arms and everything.” You both laughed, knowing full well how accident-prone Millie is. 

“I don’t know whether to be find that adorable or terrifying.” Jungkook snorted. 

“Did you call her to talk about Lisa?” 

“Yeah, I just needed her advice about what to do with Jessy and Lisa and…” You paused. 

“And what, my love?”

You were going to listen to Millie’s advice and ask him out right about Yoongi but something in you told you not to. There was a small voice inside you that begged you to keep that to yourself for the time being and you listened. 

“...and the trip.” You lied. 

“Is that even still happening?” He asked while getting into his side of the car. 

“I doubt that Jessie and Lisa will feel like going, everything considered.”

“Oh shit, you’re right. I didn’t even think about that. Ugh I feel like such a dick, thinking about a trip while my friends are going though it.” God, sometime you could be so dense. 

“Don’t worry baby, there will be other trips.”

You nodded. You felt dejected but he was right. You and your friends were solid, so when thigs have settled again there would be plenty of time for all of you to go away another time.

“Worst comes to worst, I can still go with just Millie.” You conceded. 

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t it be?” 

He didn’t answer. 

You and Jungkook drove home in comfortable silence. For about 10 minutes before the quiet was broken by a topic you could have never predicted. 

“I know we talked about it briefly and you said you weren’t dead set on having one but what do you imagine our kids would be like.” Jungkook asked, eyes never leaving the road. 

“What’s up with you Jeon. Why all of a sudden do you have baby fever?” You asked, eyes glued to his side profile. 

“I dunno. It’s just all the talk about Millie and Ty and Ty being like her. I’d want our baby to be just like you.” He said wistfully. 

“What? My same grumpy attitude in the morning, my poor time management and my ability. to piss you off?” You smiled. 

“All of you, baby. I wouldn’t ask for anything different” 

“You’re getting soft on me Mr Jeon. You better pray it’s a boy. I fear a little mini Y/N would be able to walk all over you.” 

“And I’d let her, that’s the worst part. My girls. And yes, I mean MY girls. Don't call me selfish, I hate sharing'” He joked back. But you could tell, he wasn’t joking. He was imagining this. The thought of you and Jungkook being parents both excited and terrified you. Sure, you’d love the baby wholeheartedly but you feared you wouldn’t be as apt to motherhood as Millie was. At least not right now. You had too much you wanted to do, too much to achieve and too much you wanted to see. Having a baby would put a halt to all of that.

“Let’s try and get the wedding out of the way first big boy.” You giggled. 

“All this ‘getting Y/N pregnant’ talk is getting me in the mood, baby.”

“Oh yeah? I know I’m on birth control but do you want to give it a practice try, my love” You suggested in that soft, pretty voice that he loved so dearly. 

“Absolutely.”  

20 minutes later you fount yourself whimpering with this deep inside you. 

Jung-Jungkook…” You could hardly speak, but you wanted him to know how good he felt, dragging his thick cock along your walls. 

“You’re always so tight for me, my love. I want to fill you up so badly—” he panted, hair damp with sweat clinging to his forehead, his muscles tense from trying to keep from cumming to soon.

“I—I want that too…” you struggled to say. The reciprocation of his desire caused a smirk to paint across his face. 

“Gonna give you my child, Y/N, want you…want you to give me a baby—” his hips flexed and your toes curled as you imagined his release, thick and powerful as you let him fill you.

Although there was no way for you to get pregnant, thanks to your birth control, imagining Jungkook getting you pregnant was more erotic than you could have ever imagined. 

“Yes, please, my love, fill me up.” You moaned as you stared into his dark lust filled eyes. You reached up to brush some of the hair from his face and he placed a soft kiss on your hand. With a controlled roll of his hips, he took his hand between your bodies, searching for your neglected clit until his thumb began to make firm circles with your essence. The intense pleasure made you tug at his hair. He hissed, his mouth now dropping to your neck marking and kissing you with a frenzied passion.  

“I love you so much. Do you know that? I would do anything for you. I would burn down the whole world just to keep you by my side. You have to know that, baby.” He grunted against your neck, hips suddenly stuttering, faltering in their rhythm, you both knew you could can no longer hold back, and with a final growl, he slammed into you one last time as he shot thick spurts of cum inside of you. 

He remained inside you, still making shallow thrusts as you both came down from you orgasms. Both extremely sensitive and overstimulated but neither of you caring enough to fully come to a halt. 

“I love you.” You declared with a gentle kiss upon his lips. 

He pulled back to look at your face, completely glowing as he leaned down again to pepper light kisses all over it before finally removing himself from you. 

You both lay there naked basking in the glow of your lovemaking. The stress of the day completely forgotten, at least just for a moment. 

“So how was that practice run?” You giggled while looking over at your spent fiancé. 

“Perfect baby. If that was anything like our real run is going to be, we’re gonna be pros.” 

After you both had gotten changed into your house clothes, you separated for a brief time. He said during the time between you not answering your phone and him finding you, he had not been able to do any work. So he headed to his home office to make some last-minute calls before he settled down for the evening. 

This made you feel a little guilty for ignoring him so to make amens, you made his favourite dinner. The nanny he had growing up showed you how to make it exactly to his liking. She had been more of a mother to Jungkook than his actual mother had. But she was let go by the family when Jungkook turned 13 as the family feared Jungkook was growing far too attached to her. They reconnected when Jungkook was an adult as he always saw her as a maternal figure. She’s a really sweet lady and upon your first meeting, she opened up about how Jungkook was growing up. She told you that he was an extremely co-dependent boy. Throwing ear shattering tantrums anytime she left his sight. All day he clung to her, terrified that she would disappear. It worried her of course but seeing how his family treated him so coldly, she was glad to be at least one person in his life to show him kindness, warmth and love. She approved of you immediately after seeing how much Jungkook doted on you. In reality, her admission should have scared you off but on the contrary, it put you at ease. Jungkook’s obsession with you in the early stages of your relationship made sense. He held onto you so tightly because he was scared, you’d disappear if he let go. But you’d put in the work over these last 5 years to show him that you weren’t going anywhere. He knew that now. Right? 

By the time that you had let your thoughts carry you away, dinner was ready. It didn’t normally take Jungkook this long to finish calls so you walked to his office to see what was taking so long. 

“Yes. That’s right. The child has bruising on their body. Yes. With the mother. That’s right. Do you have the address or would you like me to repeat it?” 

Who was he talking to? You didn’t want to eavesdrop so you knocked his door lightly to let him know you were there. 

He looked to where you were and smiled at you. He began to wrap up his call. 

“Who was that?” You asked. 

“I believe one of my employees in the office is being neglectful to her children. I didn’t want to but all this baby talk has got me feeling a sense of responsibility to report it.” He replied, leading you both out of his office. 

He was calm and his reply didn’t seem rushed or rehearsed. You had no reason at all to disbelieve him. But you couldn’t shake this uneasy feeling. 

It stayed with you all through dinner. You sat opposite of your soon to be husband with a feeling wrapped around you that you’d never felt before. Doubt. 

Jungkook had never done anything to raise such doubt but you really couldn’t get rid of the feeling that something was wrong. You thought it was probably the talk you had with Yoongi weighing on your mind. You debated to yourself if you should ring it up or just leave it. 

“What’s got you all worried? Your friends?” He asked, sipping his red wine. 

“Sort of?” You answered as honestly as you could.

“Wanna talk about it?” 

“I saw Yoongi today.” The words left your mouth before you had a chance to even process them. You watched him carefully to gauge his reaction. His chopsticks stayed steady in his hand. If he was phased by your admission, he hid it masterfully. 

“Oh yeah? What did he say?” 

“He said a lot of things.” 

“Such as?” He prodded. 

“He told me he didn’t cheat on Jessy” 

“And you believed him?” 

“I don’t know.” 

“Believing a guy over your best friend is a little crazy, Y/N.” He said, raising one of his eyebrows in a way that irritated you. 

“Yeah, I would think so too if he didn’t mention that you were the only person in his car, other than Jessy.” 

“What, he told you they were my panties? Sorry to say sweetheart but red lace doesn’t really suit me.” He snickered sipping from his glass again.

You paused for a second. 

“I never told you what kind of panties they were Jungkook.”

“No but Yoongi did when I called him this morning. Baby, tell me this, tell me why you insist in making me the villain of your life?” 

“Excuse me?” You exclaimed. 

“When a man has cheated on your best friend, it’s somehow my fault. When we were dating and you were insecure about not making enough money, that was somehow also my fault. You don’t see your friends for months? Again my fault.” 

“That was your fault! You made it so difficult to see them because you would throw a fit every time I even entertained the idea of going to spend time with them.”

Jungkook laughed. “Did I tie you up? Did I lock you away in the house? Did I hide your car keys? No, I did none of that. I have never forced you to do anything. Maybe, just maybe it’s time you take some responsibility and do some self-reflection, my love.” He said through gritted teeth

Each word that he threw at you felt like daggers piercing your chest. 

“And what is it that I should reflect on?” 

“The fact that maybe you are projecting all of this shit on me to shield the idea that maybe your just a bad friend.” 

That final blow hit you like a brick to the face. How could he say that? 

You opened your mouth to speak but the words wouldn’t come out. You felt barbed with wrapping around your throat and tears started to pool in your eyes. You could only stare at him. He was heavy breathing while looking down at his half-eaten meal. 

Neither of you said anything. Jungkook just took the final swig of his wine and stood up. The sound of his chair sliding against the marble floor made you flinch. 

“Now, if you’ll excuse me. I still have work to do. I’m going back to the office for a while. Thank you for dinner.” 

And that was it. He grabbed his stuff and left. 

You stayed sat there, frozen in place. Is that really what he thought of you? Were you really a bad friend? The more you thought about it the more you could see how he was right. He hadn’t forcibly stopped you from seeing your friend and her baby. He hadn’t physically forced you to stay by his side. And when you were faced with the option to believe Yoongi or Jungkook, you hadn’t chosen him. 

As the tears fell down your cheeks, you pulled out your phone and through blurry eyes you typed the only number you knew off by heart. 

“C’mon Millie, pick up. I really need to talk to you.” You mumbled to yourself as the phone rang. It rang and rang but there was no answer. You looked at the time and realised that she must be putting Ty down for the night.

Then you called Lisa. You didn’t want to burden her with your problems especially considering what she’s going through but you thought at least you’d have some good news to tell her. You could tell her you spoke to Jungkook and he was considering taking her on. 

Unlike Millie, Lisa answered on the second ring. 

“You have some fucking nerve calling me right now.” Lisa spat down the phone. 

What the fuck? 

“Whoa, what are you talking about?” you asked, genuinely confused as to why you had been greeted with so much hostility. 

“Don’t pretend like you didn’t know.” 

“Didn’t know what?! What are you talking about?!” 

“You’re fucking psycho fiancé has been spreading rumours about me. I spoke to my bosses personal assistant to try and get some kind of clarity and you know what she told me? The CEO of Jeon industries had refused to partner with my company if I worked with them. Claiming that, and I quote ‘as a business owner, I place a high value on mutual respect and efficient use of time. Based on my interactions with this employee, I do not feel that standard has been met. For us to continue working together, I would need assurance that all future communication and coordination will be handled by someone else.’”

Your mouth was agape. Did Jungkook do this? 

“How could you Y/N? How could you let him do this to me?” She sobbed. 

“Lisa, I…I had no idea. I’m so sorry” 

“Save your apologies Y/N. Because if him, I will never be able to find work in this country again. He practically owns everything. His words carry a huge amount of weight. And now I either have to leave the country and away from my family so I can find a job to support myself or stay here, make new connections and start all over again doing something else.” 

“Lisa…”

“You know what, forget it. Lose my number. I hope you and him are very happy together.”

With that, she hung up. 

You felt like throwing up. How could he? You believed Lisa completely. She had no reason to lie. 

You tried to call Millie again. You needed some clarity. Yet again, the phone rang out and you were met with her voicemail. 

So you were sat alone with your thoughts. 

Why was he doing this? What possible reason could he have to do that to Lisa? To lie like that felt so sinister and twisted and for the life of you, you could not come up with a motive. You ran everything through your head: Jungkook. Lisa. Jessy. Yoongi. Those stupid red panties.

The panties! You remembered that Jungkook hadn’t addressed the red panties, he just deflected and went on this gaslighting tirade.

You whipped out your phone again and called Yoongi. 

“Hell-”

“Yoongi, what colour were the panties in your car?” You asked before Yoongi could even get his greeting out.  

“They were red lace ones, if I remember clearly” 

“Do you know where they were from?” 

“Y/N, I didn’t exactly inspect them. Jessy just threw them in my face and I threw them in the trash.”

“Okay that makes sense. But do you remember if they had any defining features?” 

“Apart from the dried-up semen, there were embroidered initials in them. An M and L I believe.” 

At that moment, your heart fell out of your ass because on your one-year anniversary Jungkook had gifted a matching bra and pantie with embroidery on the waistline. ML. My love.

You felt sick to your stomach. You couldn’t even bid Yoongi goodbye. You just hung up and ran to the bathroom to vomit. 

Images of Jungkook planting your panties filled with his cum in your best friends boyfriends car to frame him. 

You emptied your dinner into the toilet bowl. Disgusted by what you head learned about the man you thought was the love of your life.

You rolled over on the tiled floor and cried. You sobbed for hours. Only to be interrupted by a phone call. 

It was Millie. Thank God. If anyone was going to soften the blow it would be her. How wrong you were. 

“How could you?” Millie wailed. 

“Millie, what’s wrong? What’s happened?”

“They took him. They took my baby.”

What? 

“The social workers came this evening because they received a report that I had been physically abusing my child.” 

“That’s ridiculous. Anyone who knows you knows what a wonderful mother you are.” 

“I thought so too, until they brought up bruising on his arms. That was enough for them to take him. And what’s funny is, you were the only person I mentioned that to. They came in and said that maybe the stress of being a single mother was taking a toll on me so they would take him into protective services for a while until I got some help. How could you do this to me. I thought you were my friend.” Her voice sounded so despondent, like she was out of her body and just letting the words fall out. 

“Millie. I swear on my life I would have never done anything like this. I promise. You have to believe me.”

Silence. Millie was never silent. 

“Y/N, I think its best we don’t talk to each other for a while. I need some time.”

With that she was gone. Your best friend of more than twenty years was gone.

You stood up of the floor with swift movement. You marched downstairs and grabbed your car keys. 

He needs to answer for all of this. 

You were a woman on a mission. You sped through every red light, completely uncaring of the consequences. You needed to see him. Now. 

You arrived at his office and went straight to the top floor. You probably looked like a crazy person but you did not care. You needed to understand why the love of your life was o set on ruining it. And why the fuck was he targeting your friends.  

You didn’t bother to knock, just walked right into his office. 

He sat there, typing away on this computer without a care in the world. 

Without looking up, he said “Hello my love. Come to apologise, have you?” 

“Apologise?” You said, with absolute venom. 

The tone of your voice finally making him look up from his work. He finally took in your figure. You did look like a crazy woman. Your hair was a mess, face flushed and tear stained, eyes red and t-shirt still covered in vomit. You didn’t have the time nor the desire to tidy yourself up before confronting him. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you? Calling social services on Millie, what the fuck were you thinking?! Why would you lie like that and don’t try to deny it, you were the only person I told about Ty’s bruise.” You screamed, marching over to his desk. 

“You just admitted it yourself baby, I didn’t lie. Not to social services and not to you. Millie’s baby was bruised.”

“Yes, but you said on the phone you were reporting an employee.” You rebutted.

 “Well, Millie technically is an employee of mine. She works as a secretary for the letting company I just partnered with, correct?”

You stumbled over your words, your mouth struggling to keep up with the million miles per second your mind was traveling. 

“Your disgusting for doing that to her. And to Lisa, what was your reasoning for getting her fired from the company and blacklisted. You lied to her boss.”

“Again, my love, I didn’t lie. I said Lisa didn’t respect my time and she doesn’t respect my time and she doesn’t. She takes too much of your time and I can’t work with someone like that” 

“So your punishing her professionally for spending time with her friend? Do you knot hear how fucked up that is?” 

“Again, my love, your incorrect. I’m punishing her professionally for taking my time away from you, my employee.” His responses all hitting you while his eyes remained firmly at his computer screen. His lack of acknowledgment was making you want to swing for him. 

“We’re engaged Jungkook. I don’t work for you.”

“Wrong again baby. Don’t you think is a huge coincidence that just when you thought about breaking up with me because you ‘didn’t earn enough money’, your company suddenly got this mystery investor and you got a sizable salary increase?” 

Your heart stopped. 

“It’s a huge financial burden, honestly. Your company doesn’t bring me much profit but it’s all worth it for you. You know I’d do anything to keep you happy.”

“Happy? You think any of this would make me happy?” Your voice shook as you felt the familiar sting of tears forming in your eyes. 

Your wavering tone finally making him look away from his computer. 

“Don’t look at me like that. I know you’re not happy now but you will be in the long run.” 

“Like Jessy?” You spat. 

“What are you talking about?” He said with innocence you knew was feigned. This set you off. 

“I know it was you that put my panties in Yoongi’s car. I don’t know, my love” The nickname now feeling like poison on your tongue. 

“But you should have been a little smarter than to use panties that YOU gave me with an identifiable embroidery on it.” 

He sat, face unmoving.

You awaited to see what web of lies, only convincing to himself, he would come up with to get out this one. But you could have never predicted what came out of his mouth next. 

He laughed. Not sarcastic or conniving but genuine laughter.

“Ah Well, I will admit to telling a few fabrications with that one. I will say though baby, it was hard to part with them. They were my favourite. And honestly speaking I wanted to keep them as memorabilia.” 

“Memorabilia for what? You being an evil piece of shit?”

“No, for the memory of how our first child came to be.” He said with a smirk. 

“What are you talking about?” You questioned. 

“Well, if I recall correctly, around the time that I had replaced your first round of birth control with sugar pills, you were wearing those very same panties. So I wanted a little keepsake of what you were wearing when I impregnated you with our daughter.” He said as if it was the most normal thing. 

“Wha-” 

“Well, I assume it’s daughter. Wishful thinking I suppose.” He shrugged. 

Subconsciously you placed your hand on your stomach. 

“You’re sick. You’re a sick man and I want nothing to do with you. The engagement is off. I want nothing to do with you.” You yelled as you ripped your diamond engagement ring off your hand and threw it at him. 

You turned to walk way to only be halted by his voice. 

“I wouldn’t be too hasty if I was you Y/N. Because, not only does your little friend work for that lettings agency, they own her house don’t they? And I don’t know, but I think rent prices may go up and I know your bestie Millie won’t be able to afford them. Between you and me, my love, an unhoused mother that has allegations and evidence of abuse doesn’t look too peachy to social workers.” He said as he bent down to pick up your ring. 

“And, I know the same letting company owns, a now unemployed Lisa’s, house. And also your parents’ house I believe. Imagine that, right after their future son in law agreed to pay off their home, he changes his mind and it’s all just taken away, just like that?” His tone threatening as he sauntered over to you. 

“Guess that means your little vacation with them is fully off now, huh?” He snickered.

“You’re a monster. You did all of this just to monopolise my time?” You whispered, unable to get anything out. You felt like throwing up but you forced it down afraid that all would come out is bile as your stomach has been emptied out earlier.  

“Baby, I’m no monster, just a man in love. Don’t you see? I did all of this for you, for us. So now you won’t have the burden of dividing your time anymore. We can do everything together. Now 100% of your time can be focused on us and our new little family.” He said slipping you engagement ring back on.

Once the rock was back on your finger, he clasped you hand and pulled you towards him. He turned you around so your back was now pressed against his hard chest. Nothing filled your ears but the sound of the heartbeat of a man you were unsure even had a heart. Just an empty hole filled with nothing but obsession. 

“I don’t care, I can’t be with you. You’re evil and the you I thought I knew does not exist. You repel me.” You said. Voice firm. You needed him to hear you. 

“Don’t say that.” 

You turned around and looked up into his eyes. The same eyes you gazed into earlier this evening, wrapped up in pleasure. Eyes that used be so warm and magnetic, now looked empty.

“Y/N please, you have to understand, before you I lived life with no fear now the only exception is the idea that one day you won't be here. I can’t be without you. Please don't leave me now.” He said with a wail you had never heard from him before. 

He sank to his knees arms wrapped around your legs face buried in your sweatpants. His body heaved and sobbed. Excruciating weeps released with every breath he exhaled. Despite being the one who had brought destruction to everyone you held dear, he cried as if he had been sentenced to execution and you had been appointed executioner. He was in pain and despite everything, you couldn’t bring yourself to push away from him. He schemed, lied and manipulated. You looked down at him, this pathetic man had ruined everything you loved yet you couldn’t leave him.

In that moment you understood. All the I love you’s were all lies too. He didn’t love you. He didn’t love anyone. He didn’t know how too. That’s why he doesn’t have friends, that’s why his nanny had to leave and that’s why he had done all of this. 

Jungkook was just doing the one thing he knew how to do. Possess. Own. 

And now he owned you. 

A/N - Thank you for the love on part one! Hope you enjoyed this one too <3

“This 60-40 isn’t working!” 

As his voice boomed down the phone you could only let out a sigh. 

The chill of the winter air didn’t compare to the frosty conversation you were having with your Fiancé. 

You could feel the sympathetic stares of your friends from inside the restaurant. This wasn’t anything new to them and it certainly wasn’t anything new to you. 

“Jungkook, why are you doing this? This is the first time I’ve been out with my friends for months. You promised you’d give me space. Why is 60 percent of my time not enough for you?” 

“Because Y/N, I know the kind of people they are. What kind of friends would want to take 40% of your time when they know the only person that truly cares for you is waiting at home like some lovesick fucking puppy. Is that what I am to you? Someone who will just sit around waiting until you can be bothered with me.” 

Gaslighting. A skill Jeon Jungkook has perfected to an extraordinary degree. But you were used to it. After 5 years of being with him, his attempts at manipulation don’t pierce you anymore. 

“Careful how you speak about my friends.” You warned. 

“Jungkook…you’re the only one that views yourself like that. Either you give me space or I’ll do it for you.” 

You were met with silence. This was new. He always had something to say. 

Your black leather coat did nothing to shield you from the night current. Although, it could have been the middle of summer but the frosty hush from the other side of the phone would have been enough the strip away any warmth you would have felt. 

“What? You wanna leave me, baby? Is that it?” The sarcastic smirk in his voice pissing you off.

“No Jungkook, I don’t want to leave you but I feel suffocated. I love you. I love you more than anything but I’m a person with a life. With a life outside of this relationship and I need you to respect that.”

“I do! It’s you who doesn’t respect me. You don’t respect my time. You don’t respect the fact that I need you more than they do. Baby, I can do all that stuff with you. You wanna go for dinner? Fine! We can do that. You wanna go to the club? Fine, we can go together. You wanna take a trip half way across the world? we can do that.”

You rolled your eyes in complete disbelief. You knew this was why he was being so uptight. 

You and your friends had been planning a trip away. Just as girls to catch up and relax and when you told Jungkook about it he threw an absolute fit. Normally you would concede to his demands to placate him but not this time. You put your foot down. You were going. And he hated that. 

“Jungkook please, I don’t want to have this argument again. You’ve known about this trip for 6 months, what makes you think I’ve changed my mind? Jessy has gotten engaged and I haven’t been there to celebrate that. She was our biggest cheerleader when we got engaged. Lisa has just gotten her dream job and I have not been able to show her how happy I am for her. I mean, Millie has been my best friend since I was 6, she had a baby 5 month ago and I have not been there for her because 100% of my time has been spent with you. This is the first time we’re going to be together since she got pregnant, why can’t you understand why this is important to me?” 

Silence. 

He said nothing. 

You tried to lighten the heavy atmosphere with I light-hearted “You can’t be selfish baby; you need to learn to share me. There is plenty Y/N to go around.” You finished with a half-hearted laugh hoping he would find humour in the ridiculousness of the situation. 

“I thought I was your best friend.” He finally retorted. You could hear the smile in his voice and suddenly all tension left your body.

“You are my love. I just need to be with the girls. And on the bright side, we’ve cut it down from a week trip to only 7 days. Millie doesn’t want to be away from the baby too long.” 

“Okay, I hear you and I get it. You enjoy your night baby. I’m sorry for being a dick. I don’t mean to come off jealous or controlling, I just love you and the thought of you being away from me terrifies me.” 

You smiled at that. 

That was your Jungkook. 

He’s always been like that. So scared that you’ll slip away from him. 

“I know baby. I’m not going anywhere; I just need you to trust that.” 

“Alright, my love.”

For the first time in 5 years a phone call from Jungkook while you were out with friends didn’t result in him driving to come and bring you home. 

“Okay. And because my beautiful boy was so understanding, I’m going to bring him some food home because I know he probably didn’t eat today. Do you want a steak?”

“Blue please.” 

“I know, you animal.”

“Don’t be mad at me because you like bland, chewy, well-done steak. Some of us have refined pallets” He chuckled. 

“If you say so. Although, we do have to drive past a farm on the way home, do you just want me to pick up a live cow from the field so you can just eat that?” 

“Ha Ha Ha, very funny. Text me when you’re ready for me to pick you up, okay?” 

“Okay. I love you.” 

“I love you too.” 

You walked back into the restaurant and sat back down with your friends. 

“I don’t believe it, Jungkook hasn’t stolen you away from us? Must be a Christmas miracle!” Jessy teased. 

“Jessy, stop teasing her. Is everything okay Y/N?” Millie asked, worry etched in ever word. 

In any other circumstances it would be overkill for your friends to be so rattled by a phone call but these weren’t normal circumstances and Jungkook wasn’t a normal guy. 

“Yeah, we’re all good. In fact, he ended up being super understanding. All I need to do is remember to bring him back some food. I know the Jungkook loves the food from this place.” 

“Wow, look at that! We love seeing growth and maturity from Mr CEO.” 

“Lisa, leave him alone. You know how he gets but he’s actually been trying really hard lately. We only bicker once and a while now.” 

That wasn’t entirely true but you were careful about how much you told your friends about Jungkook. He was a difficult person to understand from the outside looking in but you knew when he loved, he loved hard. And as much as he hated sharing your time with your friends, you knew he loved them just as much as you did. 

You knew this because Jungkook had gone out of his way to really come through for them when they needed help. They would never ask him of course, but you did.

When Jesses fiancé, Yoongi, was first introduced to your group he was unbelievably shy. Which was ironic considering Jessy was the exact opposite. He spoke no more the 5 words to anyone, that was until Jungkook had pulled him away from the large group of women just to have some guy-on-guy conversation. They talked the whole night and Jessy immensely thanked Jungkook for making Yoongi feel mor comfortable. His demeanour changed completely when chit chatting with Jungkook and he eventually came out of his shell and became just as chatty as your man. It was heart-warming to see the two bond and eventually go on to be golfing buddies. 

“Less bickering is always good! How is he? I feel like we haven’t seen either of you in forever.”

“He’s good thanks, Mills. He’s just so busy with work nowadays. There is this real estate company he’s trying to get and I think contract negotiations are stressing him out.” 

“Bless him. Tell him not to work too hard it will age him.” Lisa joke. 

“Hahah I’ll pass the message on. But enough of that, how are you, Millie? How’s the baby doing?” 

“He’s good! Now that we’ve settled into the new house, I feel like I can finally create a schedule, you know?” 

You basked in the atmosphere as you listened to your friends update you on their lives, so happy that you were able to come and do this. You couldn’t remember the last time that you hadn’t left an event early because Jungkook had picked a fight with you.

“So the trip, how’re we all feeling?” Jessy asked excitedly.

“So ready for it! I know I prayed and begged the universe for this job but it has been kicking my ass lately. Being a marketing executive is not for the weak.” Lisa sighed. 

You all laughed at Lisa’s reply because she really had worked her ass off for this Job. 

All of you were hard workers but Lisa was your friend that had known what she wanted from a young age and stopped at nothing until she got it. She was passionate about marketing. She had studied it at university, had networked like a mad woman and made insane connections in the corporate world and worked her way up the ladder until she landed right where she wanted to be. You were so proud of her. 

“I’m surprised CEO Jeon is letting you out of his sight let alone the country Y/N. How did you manage that?” Jessy asked as she sipped her merlot. 

“It was a struggle to convince him but I think he gets it now. He knows how much you guys mean to me so he’s really trying to ease up a little.”

This made your friends smile. Millie raised her glassed and made a toast. 

“Well then, here’s to Jungkook! For finally fucking with us. It only took, 5 years.” 

 You all laughed and cheersed to your fiancé. 

It was about 2 hours later that you finally texted Jungkook to come and pick you up. 

Your home was roughly 20 minutes from the restaurant but to your surprise Jungkook was already outside waiting. 

Of course he was. 

You made your way over to the black Mercedes. The love of his life second only to you. 

“Hi baby.” You greeted as you slipped into his car. 

He gave you no time to even put your seatbelt was on before your face was engulfed in his hands and his lips were pressed onto yours. 

“Missed me?” You joked as you pulled away from him getting a good look at his handsome face, lips now stained the colour of your crimson lipstick. 

“Like you wouldn’t believe.” Jungkook smiled back at you. With that bunny smile that you loved so much.

“Ready to head off?” 

“I am indeed! I have your steak ready too” 

“Don’t worry sweetheart, that steak won’t be the only thing I’m devouring tonight.” He grinned to himself as he pulled out of his parking space. 

“Woah, what’s brought all this on Jeon?” 

“Well this is a night for celebration, my sweet girl. Contract negotiations have been finalised and you are now looking at the new CEO of the Hastings real estate, the largest real-estate broker in the country. I now own 89% of all the buildings in Korea.” 

“Are you fucking kidding?! Baby, That’s amazing. I’m so fucking proud of you! This is for sure a night to celebrate. Here I thought the highlight of my night would be watching my pretty baby devour this raw, almost bloody, steak like a literal vampire.” 

This earned a booming laugh from him. The kind of laugh that made his eyes crinkle and put his dimples of full display. 

It should have taken you both 20 minutes to get home but Jungkook managed to get there in 9 minutes flat. I guess traffic lights don’t matter when you have the right motivation to get home. 

You had barely had enough time to enter the pin to your shared penthouse flat before he was all over you. 

One of your favourite things about Jungkook was how much of an oxymoron he was. He would fuck you so hard but at the same time still treated you as if you were made of glass. 

As soon as you stepped in, he had you pressed up against the door. Lips crashing onto yours. 

He held you with such care, taking off your dress slowly, letting the satin material slip off your skin leaving your bare tits on full display for him. He stared like was ready to consume you, he always did. 

He picked you up bridal style, which elicited a girlish giggle from you and charged towards your shared bedroom. Once in, he placed you gently on the bed. You basked in it because you knew this was most gentle he would be with you for the rest of the night. 

He was starting to breathe heavily, not taking his eyes off of you. He smiled to himself when he realised you were already panting in anticipation for him. 

“Oh, my love, I haven’t even touched you yet.” He said, while finally slipping his hands up your smooth legs, removing your panties. He brought his warm hands to your heat, the sudden contact making you jump, “do you like that?” You nodded. 

He lowered himself in between your legs, his muscles clenching as he lowered himself closer to you, his bare chest rising and falling right above you, his stomach almost touching yours, hand still playing with your slick folds. 

“Yes, ahh-” you sighed when he pushed his middle finger into your dripping core, “I like that.” 

“Yeah, you do? Tell me how much?” His voice quiet and soft as he kept pushing his finger at a steady pace. 

“A lot...” The tail end of your answer turning into a strained whimper. 

“A lot?” he chuckled, the position you were in clearly amusing him, “how can you still look so innocent even when spread out underneath me like this, hm?” 

For a moment, you tried to stop whimpering, trying to hold eye-contact with him. He dragged his fingers out of you, straightened up his whole body and kneeled between your legs. 

The same fingers that were inside you a moment ago, he now brought up to his mouth, licking off your arousal and then he lowered himself again, kissing you hungrily to make you taste yourself. 

He loved doing that. He made sure you knew that you were his favourite flavour and in these instances Jeon Jungkook had no issue with sharing. 

You felt his tip teasing your entrance and then he started stretching you out slowly, filling you up in a couple of seconds. 

He fucked you slowly, but each thrust was hard. 

“Look at me, baby” he said, fucking into you harder, his skin now slapping against your own. 

“Look at me while I fuck you.” His voice was calm yet demanding – each word accentuated by his hips pushing into you. 

Unable to maintain your composure any longer, you allowed yourself to fall into the pleasure 

“You’re mine, do you know that,” he was getting out of breath, trying desperately to say what he had to, “do you know that, huh?” The end of his sentence turning into a whimper. 

“No matter much how much time you spend away from me, you’ll always be just mine.” He was pushing even harder into you, moving your hair out of your face. “No one could ever take you away from me. You’re so beautiful. You need to, uhh fuck,” he hissed in pleasure, “to know that you’re mine. Only mine.” 

You pulled him in for a kiss, but he avoided your hands. “Tell me, tell me it’s true.”

“Yes, I’m yours. I’m only yours baby, please!” 

At that he pressed your lips together, moaning into your mouth and you felt your orgasm tear through your body, digging your fingernails into his muscular back in the process. The action making him hiss out in pain. 

He kept fucking into you through your orgasm. His pace slowed but he started thrusting harder and harder. 

“Look at me,” he said, but you couldn’t open your eyes, “look at me!” This time, he raised his voice a bit and you tried to keep your eyes open. “I-uhh, I love you. You have to know that. I fucking love you with everything I have. Everything I am, everything I do is because I love you so fucking much.” He said as he quickened his pace and soon you felt him spilling into you.

Hard breathing filled the room as you both basked in your post orgasm states. You ran your fingers up and don his back trying to sooth the scratch marks you had just left behind. 

“I saw the photo you posted on your story with your little friends. You looked joyous. I want you to be like that all the time.” He panted, still inside you. 

“I am happy baby.” 

“I know, I just…I worry sometimes you seem happier with them than you are with me. I know it’s stupid and I’m being irrational but sometimes I…never mind” 

“No, go on” you said, now stroking his sweat drenched hair out of his flushed beautiful face. 

He finally slipped out of you and rolled onto his back. He reached over to where you were and in a swift movement, pulled you to his side.

“It’s dumb, honestly. But I see my life like a picture. Perfect girl by my side, great career, good health, ya know?” He hummed, looking down at you. 

You nodded, afraid that any word from you would halt his train of thought.

“But your friends sometimes really fuck up my frame. They aren’t developed like we are. I knew they would always be around but I don’t know. I just always pictured it being us. I don’t have close friends, just associates and acquaintances that think they’re my friends that I use to get what I want. I know its fucked up but that’s the way my father raised be to see life and people. But the idea of anyone thinking that way about you terrifies me. That’s honestly why I always make a big deal when you want to leave me to be with them. I know its irrational but I’ve never had friends so I don’t always see the need in maintaining those friendships.”

Post sex Jungkook was always the most honest version of him. You understood his point of view because you had met his father. A cold, awful man that treated his son as nothing but a long-term investment and a product he could slap his name on to take credit for all his achievements. So you got it, you really did. And his mother was no better. She had no love for her husband and no connection to her son. She cared about nothing but status and labels. Fair to say they didn’t like you very much but that didn’t matter. Jungkook did. 

“I hear you baby. But these girls have been with me through everything and have never faltered, not even once. They want the same thing you do, the best for me.” 

His eyes never left yours as you spoke but he stayed silent.

“Plus, you have friends. You and Yoongi are cool, right?”

“I guess. He’s a great golf player. Kicks my ass every time. But I don’t know that I would call us friends” 

“Do you want to be?” 

He shrugged his shoulders but you could tell he was really pondering the question. 

“It’s never too late to unlearn what your dad taught you. Sometimes you gotta close a door to open a window, right?” You beamed up at him. 

He smiled back at you and nodded as you snuggled into his chest. 

“I love you Jeon Jungkook.” 

“And I love you Y/N Y/L/N. Soon to be Mrs Jeon”

You giggled. “Can’t wait.” 

“How many kids do you want” he asked. 

The question took you by surprise because Jungkook had never brought that up before.

“I honestly don’t know if I want any. I think having a baby would keep me at home too much. But if it happens, it happens but I don’t think it will happen for a long time. Thank God to the person who created the contraceptive pill or I would have been pregnant years ago Mr ‘I only ever want to cum inside you’” You joked. 

You felt his chest move up and down as he laughed. 

“Don’t deny it, you love when I finish inside my girl” 

“Of course I do. Wouldn’t have it any other way”

Your pillow talking session was interrupted by the sound of your doorbell. You looked at your phone to check the time. Who could that possibly be at this hour? 

You hopped off the bed and pulled on one of Jungkook’s shirts. Before your hand could touch your bedroom door Jungkook stopped you with a firm “Absolutely not. I’ll go check, stay here.”

So naturally, you followed him down the stairs. 

You saw him check the monitor before pulling the door open. 

From the bottom of the stairs you heard a faint familiar sobbing.

Jessy? 

“I’m so sorry to disturb you both but I needed to talk to someone. I..I.. I don’t know what to do” Jessy sniffled. 

You ran to the door and embraced her into a hug which she gladly fell into. You could tell she needed it. 

You lead her frail body into the living room and stay her on the sofa. Jungkook walked past you both straight to the kitchen. You could hear him running the sink in and searching through your cupboard for a glass.

By the time he had finished preparing her a glass of water she had calmed down enough to speak. 

“What’s happened?” You asked terrified. This was the first time in 10 years that you had ever seen Jessy cry. She was the type to hold her emotions and cry when she was alone. You hated that for her but you would never try to change her. 

Her hands shook as she took the glass but she finally spoke.

“It’s Yoongi. Y/N, I found some woman’s panties in his car. He’s having an affair.” 

“What?! There is no way. Yoongi is obsessed with you.” 

“I thought so too but apparently not to obsessed to fuck another bitch in his car.”

“Did you ask him about it?” Jungkook questioned, his concern mirroring yours. 

“I did. He was just stuttering saying he didn’t but what could possibly be the reason for used panties to be in his car? There is even cum stains on them Y/N.” She broke.

You didn’t know what to say. 

You pulled her in for another hug and you let her cry it out. 

“Jessy, you can stay here as long as you need to.” You said and you stoked her hair. 

“No, I need to get out of this city for a while. I called my mom and she’s picking me up from here. She doesn’t know, I’m so embarrassed and I couldn’t bear to tell her. I know how much she like him. She’s in the city visiting my aunt but I’m going back with her to Busan tonight.” 

“You have nothing to be embarrassed about, you haven’t done anything wrong” You firmly told her. 

“I know, I’m just so tired.”

“You can lay down here until your mom comes, Jessy” Jungkook said. 

“Thank you. Thank you, both of you.”

You pulled a blanket off the other sofa to drape around her and left her to be alone for a moment. 

You pulled Jungkook into the kitchen. “I can’t believe it. Yoongi would be the last person to cheat. You’re more likely to cheat than Yoongi.” You yelled in a whispered.

Jungkook’s eyebrows knitted together at the very suggestion.

“I know you wouldn’t but you know what I mean. He loves her just as much as you love me.” 

“I don’t think that’s possible.” 

“Not the time Jungkook!” You huffed through gritted teeth. 

You both awkwardly potted around the kitchen in silence trying to not disturb Jessy. But the silence allowed you to run a million scenarios in your head as to how any of this could be possible but not one of them made sense. 

Jessy’s mom came about 10 minutes later, you gave her one final hug before you both bid her goodbye. 

You and Jungkook walked up the stairs to bed but he could tell that this would eat away at you until you got some kind of explanation. 

“I can try and talk to Yoongi if you like? Just try and find out what’s happening.”

“Could you please, baby? I need to know what he has to say for himself.” 

“Of course, my love. This outreach will be my first attempt of friendship” He tried to joke to lighten the mood. 

Unfortunately, to you, nothing in this moment was even remotely funny. 

“I don’t want you being friends with that man.” 

“Ooh now look who’s not sharing.” 

You lightly shoved him for that last remark. 

You lay awake tossing and turning next to your sleeping fiancé. Your heart broke for your friend; you couldn’t imagine how much pain she must be in and honestly you didn’t want to imagine it. You know you had made the comparison before but the idea of Jungkook betraying you like that made your heart ache. 

The next morning your day went as usual. You woke up, got ready and had breakfast before Jungkook drove you to work. All day, your thoughts never left Jessy.

You called Jungkook at lunchtime to ask if he’d had a chance to speak to Yoongi. He had. 

Jungkook’s findings had concluded that Yoongi was a serial cheater and had been cheating on Jessy since they had been together. This was just the first time he had been caught. He said he loved Jessy but he was a man that would never be truly satisfied with one woman. 

You felt sick to your stomach and you vowed to never see that man again. And if you ever ran into him, you would run in the opposite direction in fear that any confrontation will land you in jail. 

You finished the day up and were now ready to head home. As you walked to the elevator, you were just in the middle of texting Jessy when you received a call from Lisa. 

Which was odd cause Lisa never called, she only ever texted. Your stomach dropped, intuition telling you this was not going to be good news.

“Y/N…” Lisa said, tears clearly evident in her tone. 

“Lisa? Are you alright?” 

“They fired me.” She wailed. 

“What?! Why!?’ 

“I don’t know, some mystery investor. They said they would only consider investing in our company if I was not the Marketing head. So they let me go.” 

What the fuck was happening? This felt like a twilight zone episode. There is no way Jessy found out the love of her life is a dirty filthy unapologetic cheat and Lisa has lost the only thing she has ever wanted all in the span of 24 hours. 

“And to make matters worse, the whole day I’ve been calling every connection I have to get another job and no one will hire me. Apparently, word has spread around to the industry that I am a ‘liability’.” She blubbed. 

“Lisa, honey, I’m so sorry.” You replied apologetically. Again, in a position where you knew nothing you could say would provide any comfort.

“I don’t know what I could have possibly done to this person Y/N. Why me?”

“I don’t know, sweetheart. I really don’t know. I know Jungkook knows the CEO of your company, do what me to ask him to have a word to try and make sense of this?” 

“Would he? I’d be so grateful.” 

“Of course, I’ll ask him. Leave it with me. In the meantime, head on home, put on some comfy jammies, order some take out and have a good binge of Greys Anatomy.”

“That sounds like the perfect plan. Thanks Y/N” she laughed through her tears. 

“It’s no worries, girl. Just take it easy and try and settle yourself, you’ve had a very emotionally draining day. Love you”

“Love you too girl, bye.” And with that she hung up. 

Immediately you flicked to your call log to call your fiancé. The time was about 5:15pm so he should be out of his last meeting for the day. The elevator doors opened as your finger hovered over the call button when your eyes met with a sight that would soon send you spiralling. A figure that you would never have imagined would inspire such rage in you. It was Yoongi. Stood there bold as fuck by the reception desk in the lobby. He looked rough as hell. Hair an absolute mess with clothes he looks like he hasn’t changed since yesterday. Eyes bloodshot and skin looking dull and sunken. You would never have guessed he was the shy introverted man that made your stoic best friend beam with joy. Here before you stood the husk of the man you thought he was. You would feel sorry for him if you didn’t know what he had done. That being said; what the fuck was he doing here. 

“You’ve got a lot of fucking nerve showing your face to me.” You spat out as you walked right past him. 

“Y/N, please I need to talk to you.”

“You have nothing to say that I want to listen to, Yoongi.” 

“I just need 10 minutes to explain.”

You stopped walking. You paused for a minute and thought. Although Jungkook had spoken to him, you kind of needed to hear for yourself. You needed to hear how this withdrawn, timid mad turned out to be such a monster. You needed to hear what web of lies he was going to string together. 

“You have 7.”

Your office building was a fairly luxurious one. When you had joined, another company had partnered with them and it increased the budget by hundreds of millions. This meant a sizable pay rise for you and all the other senior team members and a brand-new office building. This one was 15 floors, had a built-in gym, a pool and a fancy new café. This was where you had pulled Yoongi to talk. 

He sat in front of you fidgeting with his fingers unable to look you in the eye. He just stared down into his lap like it was the most interesting thing in the world. 

“Your down to 5 minutes now.” You warned. 

“Look, Y/N, I love Jessy and I would never cheat on her.” 

You laughed. Was he serious? 

“So you really sat me down just to lie to me?” 

“I’m not lying I swear. I have never cheated on Jessy.” He paused. He finally looked up and continued. 

“Growing up I was a very quiet kid. Shocking, I know. But I was never popular. I wasn’t unpopular but I wasn’t well liked. I had made peace with the fact that that was the person I was always going to be. There but invisible. That was until I met Jessy. She was the first person who saw me. Like, actually saw me. She took interest in my interests and never made me feel weird for being interested in them, she invited me into her world and fort the first-time ever I felt not only seen by her, but really understood in a way that I never thought was possible. She is the love of my life and I would never ever do anything to betray her” he said. 

His eyes never left yours and for some reason you believed it. But how could you, you saw the state Jessy was in, you heard what he had told Jungkook and you knew about the cum stained underwear she had found in his car. 

“Well that’s all very poetic. But what about the panties in your car Yoongi. How the hell do you explain that?” You asked, frustration painting every word. 

“Y/N, you know me. Do I seem like the kind of person that can get a random woman into his car for sex? It was a miracle Jessy found me worthy enough to take interest in. I don’t exactly have women banging down the doors for me.” 

“Then how did they get there?” 

He stayed silent and it pissed you off. So you pushed your chair back and got up to leave. 

“Y/N please! I’m sorry, this is just tough for me.”

“Aww, is it? You know what’s tougher than speaking? Being cheated on by a man you thought was the love of your life.” Each scornful syllable that fell from your lips you could see pierced him like a knife. Good.

“I didn’t cheat on her. Look, I’m going to be embarrassingly transparent with you. But please, sit down” He begged and you obliged. 

“You have 3 minutes left” 

“Okay,” he took a deep breath before continuing. 

“I’m not a rich guy. I have a moderate low level corporate job that pays me enough to live and occasionally take a few nice vacations every year. Jessy knows this and didn’t care. She loved me for me.” 

You watched him as he spoke. 

“But although I know that Jessy doesn’t care, I do. So after meeting you all and seeing how successful and wealthy you all were, I can’t lie, I was a little intimidated. When Jungkook invited me to play golf the first time, I declined and said I was too busy. But in reality, I was embarrassed. Imagine me pulling up to a golf range with Jungkook in his 2025 Mercedes and me in my Honda Civic? No, I couldn’t embarrass Jessy like that. So I started working harder, really working. I took every overtime shift, if there was a job to do, I’d do it. I even worked evenings and weekends for a whole year. It really put a strain on mine and Jessy’s relationship but we made it through and I finally had enough money saved. Not enough for a car like Jungkook’s but a good car none the less. Enough to not feel so inadequate. But that being said, because it was such a pricy car, I’m terrified to drive it anywhere. So I only allow myself to take it out when I’m driving Jessy somewhere and when I go golfing with Jungkook.” 

As mad as you were at Yoongi, you could completely empathise with this aspect of him. Jungkook was an extremely wealthy man. It was enough to make anyone feel a little small. In the beginning when he asked you out, it intimidated you a little bit too. It almost made you break off your relationship before it started. But when you got your raise, it was enough to make you feel like you weren’t a street rat dating a prince. Nothing compared to what he had but enough non the less. 

“But last week, when we went golfing, he told me he needed to leave his Mercedes at the course cause he had a meeting there with some real estate brokers in a few hours. So he rode home with me…” He paused, looking down again. 

“Continue” you demanded, not knowing where this was going but still having a knot in your stomach.  

“Well…other than Jessy, Jungkook is the only other person I have ever let in that car…” 

It was quiet for a few seconds. Broken only by a chuckle you let out. 

“So you want me to believe Jungkook planted panties in your car to make Jessy think you were cheating on her? Yoongi there were a million lies you could have told me but you chose to go with the most unbelievable one? Goodbye.” You stood up, not wanting to give this animal any more of your time. 

“Y/N please you have to believe me!” he shouted as you walked away, not bothering to look back. 

Still, you heard the pitter patter of feet running behind you.

“Y/N, I’m not lying. I promise I wouldn’t lie about something like this. I’ve been up all night trying to work up the courage to come and tell you this. I wouldn’t believe it either, I thought Jungkook was my friend.” 

This made you stop in your tracks. The memory of your conversation last night came flooding back to you. His words clear as day in your mind: “I don’t have close friends, just associates and acquaintances that think they’re my friends that I use to get what I want.”

You spun around to face a flushed out of breath Yoongi. 

“So then, why today did you tell Jungkook that you’d been cheating on Jessy this entire time. That she wasn’t enough to ‘satisfy’ you?”

He looked at you, his face the same colour of confusion as yours. His reply making your blood run cold and altering everything you thought you knew about the love of your life. 

“I…haven’t spoken to Jungkook today?” 

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ᝰ Sad Girl - @luvismenu

Summary: summary: you were never supposed to fall for him. not the man who signs your paychecks. not the man with a wife and two kids but he says he’s unhappy. he says it feels right with you. you know it’s wrong. and still… you stay. because nothing has ever made you feel more alive than being someone's secret.

ᝰ One night as the price of a request - @dailynnt

Summary: You hate your neighbor Jungkook, but you have to ask him to pretend to be your boyfriend at a party to get rid of your annoying boss. He agrees, but you don't even imagine what you'll have to pay him with. Everything goes according to plan until Jungkook reveals his true price during the dance: one night with him or your life in the neighborhood will be hell.

ᝰ Bound by Vows - @gukcnt

Summary: your world crumbles when you're forced into a marriage with jeon jungkook, a man whose commanding presence terrifies you, reminding you of your father's cruelty. yet beneath his coldness, jungkook’s unexpected kindness stirs a spark of hope, making you question everything you fear. your life together starts—an emotional journey of two hearts seeking comfort, healing and a chance at love.

ᝰ Yours for a year - @kooklovee

Summary: One year, one contract, one fake marriage. Nothing could possibly go wrong, right?

ᝰ Proximity - @joonam

Summary:Jeon Jungkook has everything from wealth, brains, and the reputation of the perfect heir. But behind all of that, he hides one secret: you.

ᝰ The call - @my1forwonniexluvs

Summary: A late night call from your brother’s best friend turns into old feelings, and a night you won’t forget. Plus He needed a place to stay. You needed control.

ᝰ Killah - @citrustan

Summary:you wanted jeon jungkook the moment you laid eyes on him. the fact that he had a girlfriend wasn't going to stop you though.

ᝰ Next door - @silkcages

Summary : Enemies for two years. Neighbours by sheer cosmic cruelty. Now your hot coworker just moved in with your gym-obsessed, garbage-bag-juggling nemesis — and Jungkook’s suddenly very invested in your love life. The tension is high. The walls are thin. Your sanity? Hanging on by a bicep, because now Jungkook’s looking at you like you’re his next bad decision.

ᝰ Inks and petals - @silkcages

Summary: Your flower shop wasn’t supposed to mean anything. Then a tattoo artist with deadpan eyes and sleeves full of stories moved in across the street—and got smacked in the face with your peonies. Now there are window waves, petty bouquets from his ex, shared coffees, sketchbooks, flower meanings, and silences that feel louder than words. You swore it was nothing. He never said it was anything. But something’s blooming anyway.

ᝰ Someone older - @bonny-kookoo

Summary: Jungkook knew from the first look at your eyes, that you'd be the biggest mistake he'll ever make.

ᝰ Don't blame me - @ctrlsht

Summary: You can have everything you want and need as long as you have Jeon Jungkook by your side. You were enjoying everything that Jungkook gives you and as long as you’re with him. You’re sure to yourself that you will never fail him but he was the one who failed you. Everything is fine until he gets too much. 

ᝰ Over the odds - @jungk0oksthighs

ceo!jungkook, sugardaddy!jungkook, smut, angst, fluff, S2L

ᝰ Think I need someone older - @redcherrykook

olderBoyfriend!Jungkook x inexperienced!reader

ᝰ No room for secrets - @jjungkookii

Summary: Moving in with three four hot strangers in Seoul? Bold.

ᝰ I want you to stay - @ahundredtimesover

Summary: Working for Jungkook isn’t the same as working for Hoseok. For starters, Jungkook doesn’t smile, he doesn’t appreciate you, and he gives you too much work. It doesn’t help that he’s incredibly handsome and has women at his beck and call. But as the tension grows, it becomes impossible to resist him. You've dedicated yourself to your job for 8 years so when you finally decide to put yourself first, he asks you to reconsider. And while you know that leaving is difficult, you learn that when it comes to Jungkook, staying is always so much harder.

ᝰ Fight for you - @ahundredtimesover

Summary: Working at a private security agency has its perks. The downside? Being the personal bodyguard of spoiled, rich heiresses like you. But there are things that Jungkook didn’t expect, like rejecting you, falling for you, and realizing what he’d been missing all along.

ᝰ Service Fee - @espressojoons

Summary: After a long, hellish week at work, the only thing you’re looking forward to doing is smoking a joint and winding down. But when you come up short on cash, your new dealer makes it clear he is as strict as he is dangerously hot. He only takes cash, and no, you can’t pay him back next time. Unless… you can find another way.

Okay, Bloomer by @luxekook (MYG) this is sooo cute and soft and playful AAHHHHHH

Magic & Mayhem by @ktownshizzle (MYG Series) this might be the first time I read a fic while it's still ongoing. The plot is just soooo *fire effects*

The Pink Pill by @dollfaceksj (MYG) erm... where do I buy the ex and pill...?

The One That I Adore by @gimmethatagustd (MYG) him being camboy is just... the kinda guilt pleasure ughhh

Sticks & Stones by @xpeachesncream (MYG) I want to be massaged by him tooT^T

The Boy by @aajjks (JJK) Imissu... :'< This fic made me realize I like horror fics heh

Subscribed by @aquagustd (MYG) my knees just go weak for camboy myg HAWWTTT (don't like them irl tho)

Illicit Flavors by @yoongiofmine (MYG) writing explicit scenes with no experience is NAWT for the weak

Take One by @untaemedqueen (MYG) i only like this fic, but i don't think i can handle seeing my bf work in this lolz. This is HAWWTT tho

Red Vibe by @yoonia (MYG) hehe... hawt

Mine by @katarlnabluu (MYG) emperor Min on top

The Beast of Busan by @trivia-yandere (JJK) OBSESSED

The Lunchbox Delivery by @jincapableoflove (JJK) my cutie malewife

The Grumpy Girlfriend Protection by @jincapableoflove (JJK) this is just so cutteee T^T T^T T^T

Beneathe His Love by @ctrlsht (JJK) NEED MORE OF THISSSS MANIPULATOR TYPA FICCC

Corpse Bride Groom by @devotedfem (KTH) cool af

Download Error by @angelikook (JJK) this is the one I'm talking abt y'all. This got me into tearsT^TT^T

Friendly Marriage by @margotw10bis (JJK) cuteeeee><><

When your eyes met his own through the screen of your iPad during the cafe, you knew you would do anything he said without a doubt. Was that too far? Maybe. Maybe not.

But, you recognized him. Of course you did.

It’s been 7 years, yes. You two had seen each other around in high school and spoke two or three times in college. One of the instances was when you begged him not to hit your boyfriend at the time—you should’ve let him punch him since he cheated on you—and that was it. That was your last conversation. But, he still looked the same.

You two were 20 years old and now you’re three years away from being the big 30. He looks bigger than the last time you saw him, however, you would remember that nose anywhere even when he tried to hide himself.

You recognized the tattoos on his hand. Of course you did. Because that’s the same hand you’ve fantasized about holding and choking you simultaneously.

You searched up his account on your computer. The account that’s already bookmarked on your account and who was the reason you searched up “how can I find an IP address?” because Jeon Jungkook drove you crazy.

He hadn’t gone live yet. But he had a new photo with him holding his cock in one hand while he was in bed and his upper body was exposed under the glimmer of lights he had. His face was hidden like it always was, but you saw the scar near his torso where your ex-boyfriend had hurt him.

So it was him.

Your Jungkook from high school and college and who was in the same cafe as you. Did he remember you? Did he know that you gave him his phone?

You don’t know. All you could focus on were his pictures. His videos. Your safe haven that contained his sex videos and every intimate moment and detail he shared with those that paid. Your eyes ran themselves over every blemish, every scar, every tattoo, and every mole.

You swore your heart ached to touch him.

And you’re not sure if whatever delusion you went into made you believe that his fingers touched your skin while you were asleep, because when you woke up, a lingering touch had you holding your cheek as if your body knew whose fingers they were.

You didn’t need to know that he broke in, though.

You didn’t need to know that he unlocked the front door with a key you hid on top of the door frame, which—thankfully—wasn’t under the doormat; he would’ve been upset if you weren’t careful about your safety.

He carefully walked around, avoiding certain cracks and any type of light that came into the house through the gaps of the windows. He didn’t want to scare you if you did wake up.

He eventually stopped at seeing your sleeping figure by the bed, all bundled up on the blankets while the AC blew. Of course, he smiled. You loved the room freezing cold so you could have an excuse to bundle up. Should he be surprised? No.

He slowly got near your bed, a small smile on his lips, his fingers grazing your cheek with such tender care as if you would break, and stared. So fragile. So easy to love.

He eyed the slope of your nose, your lips, and he watched with fascination as you scrunched your nose up in your sleep. So beautiful.

He leaned in, his thumb brushing on your bottom lip. His face hovered over yours, breaths mingling. The tip of his nose bumped yours as if he were about to kiss you, but Jungkook simply traced every mark and blemish on your face he could find with his eyes.

He smiled.

He backed away, glancing at your room, and began to walk around.

He glanced at the trinkets on shelves, books he knew you bought but never read, your computer that he knew had a bunch of lewd videos of you—he only knew because his computer had his lewd videos and pictures he hoped to share with you if you wanted to see them—and you had plushies of every kind that were thrown around since you piled them on your bed.

He paused, though, at seeing the shirt in your closet you wore when you two first met. It wasn’t hard to realize it was that same blue plain shirt with a neckline that highlighted your features that he tried searching up the color of (#1E2380, his phone’s pin) hanging. He had never met someone who made the color blue look as good as you had done.

Now, he knew breaking in was a ballsy move, he’ll admit that, because what happened wanting to take his sweet time and take things slow?

But honestly… you can’t blame him. He has been looking for your face in the faces of strangers who walk past him. When he gets drunk, Namjoon records him talking about you as if he was a soldier yearning for his love who was waiting for him back home. You can’t blame him, not when you were so close, not when he had you back after not having you for years. Not when his soul yearned for a soul that wasn’t his—yet.

He continues looking around to see the things you liked now. Some trinkets were cute and pink and others were black and white. You had some figurines on top of things piled up which he thought were cute.

You hadn’t changed and that made him happy. Though, even if you had changed, he’ll learn to love the new you from the beginning.

“You’re still my sweet girl, hm?” He whispered, sitting down on the chair of your vanity. He looked at the cabinets, at the mirror, and ran his fingers along it. He smiled to himself as he grabbed a photo strip of your face. “And still so ethereal. Look at that smile.”

He traced your face with his eyes, admiring your smile and your silly expressions. How could a woman be so beautiful?

“You know I’d kill for you, sweet girl,” he muttered under his breath as if he were sharing a secret with you. In these terms, he was. But, you were just asleep. “I would. Whoever made you cry, whoever made you scared, made you uncomfortable, made you feel like the world was against you? I’ll handle it. I’ll protect you.”

He looked at your unconscious figure.

“And I’m sorry I broke in,” he said, holding your picture. “I’ll pop on the security camera you think is hidden by the door, so you can see me and upgrade your security better.”

He hummed.

“I know where your ex lives, too,” he continued, leaning back to place a leg over the other. “He had a beautiful girl and he ruined it by letting a woman—who could not compare to you, by the way—touch him? He’s a stupid man.”

He stood up and got closer to you.

He let out a small shaky breath, his fingers tempted to touch your cheek again. He couldn’t though. He couldn’t risk waking you up.

“I’ll see you soon,” he whispered.

He went to leave, but he stopped once he saw that your computer was lit up from under your blanket. He frowned in confusion before he slowly moved the blanket away and lifted it up.

He smirked at seeing his website on display.

“You did recognize me,” he mumbled. “Me…”

He licked his lips, biting his lower lip to contain his breaths of excitement.

He could only imagine your thoughts. He could only think of the fact you saw him at the cafe even as he tried to desperately hide from you. You saw him. You remembered him.

And he let out a low chuckle once he saw the other tab opened with the question he had been searching for, too: “how can I find an IP address?”

“Oh my sweet girl,” he huffed in amusement. “You’re trying to find me, hm? Well, I’ll make it easier for you, okay? We’ll see each other soon.”

He closed your laptop.

He looked at your face again, pocketing your picture in his pocket, before leaning to softly kiss your forehead.

“Soon.”

Jungkook can’t stop. Even when you’re practically crying and writhing on the kitchen island. Even when your weak hands are grabbing his hair and trying to push his head away. Even when he had already made you cum three times on his tongue. Still, Jungkook can’t stop ravishing on your delicious cunt. 

No. He can’t stop. He feels like he’d die if he stops. 

No. You taste too good for him to do that. 

“Just one more time baby…” He moans into your sloppy pussy,  just bringing his face up enough to be able to talk. Then he dives back in, making you half scream and half cry. 

“No… I- I ca-can’t Kook… oh- fuck…” You raise your head to peer at his face buried in your cunt. And the look on your face is enough to make Jungkook bust a nut right then and there. You look ethereal. Tears running down your cheeks. Face flushed and mouth parted. You’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever laid his eyes on. 

How can he stop when you look like that?  

How can he stop when your taste and essence are making him go wild? 

There is no way he would stop before you cum on his mouth one more time. So, he shakes his head in denial before pressing his lips more into your clit. You fall back onto the table as he starts to suckle on the sweet bud, grazing his teeth over here and there. Your moans turn into breathless gasps. 

Jungkook’s head is spinning. He needs more. More of you. One of his hands which he doesn’t use to keep you laid on your back goes to cup his cock over his sweaters. He’s so hard. Hard that it hurts but he can’t even do anything about it. He just needs to please you. To see you losing your mind. 

Jungkook thinks he is so darn lucky. The moment he found you knelt in that room. With the photos—which he left there like an idiot—he had thought that he lost you once and forever. He was beyond surprised when you had kissed him like that without even giving him enough time to explain properly. Then you’ve never brought it up. So, Jungkook had let it slip as well. No good will ever come by trying to dig up a hurtful past. As long as you’re with him, everything will be fine. More than fine actually. This is more than fine. This is heaven. 

With a guttural groan and a painful squeeze to his own cock, Jungkook lets your clit go. Just to drag his tongue down between your nether lips toward the quavering hole. He enters his tongue into you, feeling the way your thighs shake. He can feel your telltale signs. You’re just about to fall over the edge again. And Jungkook will be there to catch you again. He moans into your cunt as he slurps on your juices. His other hand furiously jerking himself off over the layers of cottons. 

“Ju-Jung-oh fuck…” You try in vain to perform words, which turn into gasps and cries halfway through. “Pl-please… I-I…”Your hands are blindly searching for something to grab as Jungkook keeps tongue fucking you into numbness. He’s a man on a mission after all. He has to feel you tremble. Has to hear you scream his name. 

He has heard it more times than he can count, within the past few weeks, but Jungkook will never be satisfied. Every time he fucks you, it ends up igniting new flames of desire inside him. He will never not want you. He will always want you. You’re the source of his life. Bringing you mind numbing pleasure is like a sacred ritual to him. And he’s just about to succeed. He presses his face more into your dripping pussy. His task would be easier if he’s to use his fingers. Just a few flicks over your clit would make you see stars. Or he could graze his fingers over your little special spot. But he wants to see if he can make you cum just with tongue. Nothing else but just burying his face between your thighs. 

For his immense pleasure just with one more thrust of his tongue inside you, he hears the tangled cry you let out, which sounds so close to his name before he feels the way your whole body trembles. Just like he wanted. More and more gush leaks out of your cunt into his tongue. You almost crush his head, trying to close your legs, forcing Jungkook to bring his both hands to keep your legs spread for him. Until he drinks every last bit of everything you give him and you cry desperately for him to move away. 

“Please… I can’t again…no more… Please…” You cry out slowly as Jungkook finally gets to his feet. His chest heaving for much needed air. Jungkook takes your sprawled form on his kitchen island, wiping down his face from his t-shirt. You peer at him through your glazed eyes. You look so spent. Fucked up. You look like his. His already painfully hardened cock stir impatiently at the sight. 

“Yeah?” Jungkook coos, helping you sit down on the table top. You shake your head instantly. Bring your shaky hands up to wipe down your tears. You are such a pretty mess. Adorable. Oh, how in love he is with you. “Are you sure, Pretty?” He cocks an eyebrow. Gently pulls his pants down, just enough to free his cock out of its tight confines. Just like he knows your eyes immediately fall down toward the movement. Jungkook watches in a bemused intrigue the way your throat bobs when you gulp harshly at the scene that is treating you. 

After all these time with you, Jungkook has learned more than a few things about you. One of them is that no matter how spent you are or how tired you are, you’re just a whore for him. And he has learned that seeing him pleasuring himself is one of your greatest weak points. Hence, his deliberate act to show you what you want to see. His tattooed fingers wrapped around his length, and pumping lazily just for your viewing pleasure. 

“Are you sure you don’t want me inside you, Pretty?” Jungkook can’t help the smirk tugging at the corner of his lips watching the way your eyes glued to his member. He can’t help but take a step forward and let his cock graze over your inner thigh. His cock jumps in his hand while your breath hitches yet again. “I don’t want to force you, Princess,” Jungkook places a soft kiss in your hair. He means what he says but at the same time he knows the game he’s playing. Has played it too many times to be defeated. “So, I guess you don’t want me to fuck your pretty cunt today.” He says softly. Yet in contrast to his words, he brings his cock head between your still sloppy folds. Just to nudge against your sensitive clit. Drags down toward your entrance. You spread your legs wide unconsciously. 

Jungkook can see the change of mind already in your eyes. Can see the way your eyes darken with lust despite all the orgasms he just gave you. Still he steps back with that one nudge against you even when it feels like his cock is about to fall down. He might actually cry if you don’t let him bury himself inside you within the next twenty seconds. 

But of course he gets what he wants in the end. 

You gasp aloud first before a cry escapes your dried lips. You catch Jungkook’s arm faster than a lightning, impressing him with your quick reflexes. 

“No…” This time the shake of your head is for another reason. “No please.”

“What? You said you can’t take it anymore?”

“I know but… fuck… just fuck me Kook.” You spread your legs even wider, showing him a perfect view of your pussy, dripping with new arousal. Jungkook would’ve liked to play this game a little bit longer and make you cry for his cock. Unfortunately for him and fortunately for you, however, he is about to come with doing nothing. He’s not going to do it anywhere but inside you. So, he caves in right at that. 

He grabs your thighs and drags you closer to the edge of the table. Gives you no more than a second to process it before he’s fully sheathed inside you in one powerful thrust, knocking the air out of both of your lungs. You scream his name while Jungkook lets out an almost animalistic growl. 

You feel good. You always have. He’d never get used to this feeling of your tight cunt gripping him like a vice. He’d never get used to the feeling of being inside of your warmth. Holding you. Having you. After all this time it still feels like a dream. It still feels like his first time. Not just the first time with you but his first time ever with a woman. You make him feel like the lanky boy who he once was. Who almost came in his pants just by hugging you. Just by kissing you. He’d had you enough time but he’s certain that he’s gonna cum. Hard. 

He can’t have that now. No. You deserve another orgasm. So, he takes a minute. Trying to think about something else other than your sloppy pussy. But you’re making it so damn hard. 

“Move, please…” Your hips buck forward, trying to get the friction you desperately want.  

“Fuck,” Jungkook has no other options but to grip your cheeks tight as a warning, making you halt your weak pushes. “What did I say about being patient, slut?” He shakes your face in his hold. You whimper pathetically. Eyes tearing up and Jungkook feels a pleasurable burn in his stomach. He loves this. Loves it when you’re completely at his mercy. Loves it when you’re being just a toy for him to play with. It reminds him of the power he has over you. Reminds him that finally you’re his and his only. That he’s finally won. 

“I-I’m so-sorry.” You do your best to hold his gaze. You're a smart girl. You know making him mad won't turn out good for you. Jungkook can write a book about the times he has stolen your orgasms away because you were being an impatient brat. 

“Are you?” Jungkook tightens his grip on you. Feels the way you squeeze his cock tight just like his hold. Yet he manages to give you a shallow thrust. You nod. Do your best to convince him. He knows you’re sorry and you’re playing it safe. Knows that you’re trying to be a good girl for him. Yet he’s the one in control. He can play it fair or not. “Are you?” He repeats with another cold and harsh shake to your head. “Use your words, whore. You can’t speak?” 

A fresh tear falls out of the corner of your eyes. Your cunt pulsing around him. 

“Y-yes daddy,” You whisper breathlessly. “I’m sorry.” Bring your hand to grab his wrist. 

Jungkook curses aloud. What a perfect thing you are. 

“Then prove it baby.” He presses his fingers on your cheeks until your lips form a pout. “You’d let daddy do anything to you, wouldn't you, Pretty?” He brings his face closer to you. You mumble an inaudible ‘yes’, which he ignores as he gathers saliva in his mouth. He can feel how excited you are even before he hovers his mouth over yours. He even suspects you’d cum with just this by the way you moan and clench when his spit lands on your tongue. 

You waste no second before you gulp down what he gave you without an ounce of reluctance.

“Fucking, slut!” So, he wastes no second before changing his hold on your face to your neck. You let out a guttural, choked moan as he starts to slam into you right away. Harsh and hard as he can. Just like how you want it. How you love it. How he loves it. 

His hard cock drags along your velvety walls perfectly as his tip hits all the right spots deep inside you. He makes sure to cut down your air flow just enough to make your head spin. To make your eyes go blank with pleasure. Nothing else remains there beyond pleasure and Jungkook. Just the way he needs it to be. He needs to be the only thing in your life. Only one in your life. Just him. Like how you’re to him. And moments like these show him that maybe he’s already become the only person in your life. Because in your eyes he can only see him. 

“Holy hell, slut… Fuck, like that… take me like a good girl…” Jungkook shifts his attention from your eyes to where he’s meeting you. Your cunt is making the sweetest sounds whenever he rams into you. You’re dripping all over him and yourself. And he fits so damn perfectly with you. “Fuck! Look at this baby. Look how well you’re taking me…” Jungkook pays his attention back to your face. Loosens his hold on your throat so you can do as he says. 

“Oh, baby…” You whisper quietly once your eyes land on the immaculate sight. You’ve lost it completely. Don’t know what you’re saying or doing. Your attention fully on the way Jungkook’s cock is meeting your wet heat. But damn, doesn’t Jungkook’s heart skip a huge beat. No, not just a skip of a beat. It stops entirely. His breathing slows down torturously. 

What did you call him?

No matter how many times Jungkook had you like this or how many moments you’ve shared. No matter how close you’ve become, you haven’t called him anything other than his full birth name or just Kook and daddy when you two are at it. 

You called him nicknames when he was pretending to be a darn. But that isn't the same as hearing you say it to him now. No pretending. No lies. You know who he is. And still you called him that. 

Jungkook stills his movements abruptly, causing you to cry in complaint, which you swallow down soon. Probably not wanting to be in trouble being impatient again. Jungkook, though, is not in a  headspace to note that let alone punish you. 

He had to stop because he was about cum. Those words out of your mouth had made him malfunction. Even the grip on your throat he had, loosened. 

“Say it again, Princess.” He completely ignores your panicked gaze. Cups your cheeks softly this time. 

“Huh?” You look so confused.

“What did you call me just now?” He leans his forehead against you. “Say that again, Pretty. Call me like that again.”

Judging by the way you still and your body goes rigid, Jungkook knows you realized what happened. You inhale a shaky breath. Say absolutely nothing. Just as Jungkook becomes convinced that you won’t say it again. That you have muttered that out of the heat of the moment, your lips part. 

“B-baby?” Your voice is almost inaudible but he hears it loud and clear, nonetheless. He couldn’t have suppressed the moan that is about spill even if he had tried. 

“Oh God!!!” His cock pulses inside you. Maybe he grows even harder. He’s going to cum. He sure will cum if he moves even a little bit. Still he wants to hear it again. “Say it again,” he pulls out his cock a little bit. Waits patiently until you say the word. Then as you mumble the word again he rams into you. 

“Kook…” You back arches at the force of his thrust. Jungkook falls back into fucking your brains out. 

“Jeesus fuck, Pretty… Keep calling me like that, huh?” He tries to command when the control is slipping through his fingers by every passing second. He’s going to cum. Any minute now. That’s how good this feels. Even better than seeing you desperate for him. Ready to be humiliated and bring yourself to the lowest just for him. No. This is better than anything. “Gonna fill you soon… you want that?” Jungkook snakes his hand behind your head. Fists your hair and pulls back, getting a perfect view of the expanses of your neck to him. 

“Yes. Plea-please… oh God, please… please, Daddy…” You choke out. 

“Is that how I wanted to be called, huh slut?” Your soft, supple skin is covered with dozens of bites he gave you over days. And how pretty you look with them. Who can blame him for wanting to add just a few more? He has to. So he does just that all the while ramming into you continuously. Over and over again. Rearranging your insides into his shape. Claiming you again. Soon he’ll paint your womb with his seeds as well. But the thing is though, he needs you to cum again before that. Needs to feel you trying to milk his cock desperately. 

Jungkook pulls away from your neck after adorning your skin with some fresh blooms. Keeps his hand on your hair. Uses his free hand to slap your engorged, sensitive clit. Just with the right pressure to make you jolt. “Is that what I asked you to do, whore? Answer me?” 

You cry in pleasurable pain as he delivers another slap. “No..No.. I–”

“Say the word,” Jungkook cuts off your innocent rambling with another spank. 

For his great misery, he doesn’t get to hear you whisper the word sensually like before. But for his great happiness he gets to hear you scream it as that last spank does it for you. 

Your orgasm ripples through you in shaky waves that all Jungkook can do is watch in awe when you eyes roll back, your whole body trembles like a leaf caught in wind, and your limp body gives in and falls back. You almost bangs your head on the wooden table. Only if Jungkook would allow any harm towards you though. 

His grip on your hair turns iron. Just like the force of his thrusts become more violent. 

“Yes fucking hell, fuck yes baby… God dammit I… shit…” His words slurs into breathless whimpers as the desperate clenching of your cunt and your sweet cries pulls that long impending orgasm out of him. His cock twitches madly as he shoots ropes of cum into your welcoming heat. More and more. Everything he has. Until there’s no more left and he can’t move at all. That’s when he finally stops his thrusts and eases you into lying on the island.

You both take a minute. Maybe you take more than a minute. You just lay there on the table top without being able to lift a finger, leaving Jungkook to find your discarded clothes and pulling you up so he can dress you. You let him do whatever he wants. Being so tired and pouty. 

He slips your t-shirt over your head. Almost reaches for a tissue so he can cleans you up before pulling your panties and shorts up when a loud ring disrupts both of you. The doorbell. 

Your tired eyes turn to him. There’s no many people who visit Jungkook. You both know who this might be. He had ordered take out just before he got distracted and had you sprawled on his kitchen island. 

You nod in a silent understanding, knowing that he’d have to leave you here to get the door, which is what he should do. But then, something stops him. 

You’ve been good. More than good. You’ve proven that you want to be with him. No more funny business. Jungkook has made you surrender. 

He swears that he never wanted to keep you locked up in his apartment. Some things in life are unavoidable, however. Can’t be helped. This has been the price of taking you into the bright side. Now, though, maybe he can let his guard down. Since, you’ve been good, maybe it’s time he gives you what you crave oh so much. 

He promised you a date after all. Maybe it’s time he should take you on that long promised date. Still, to do that he needs to make sure that you’re trustworthy. That you won’t try something funny even when the opportunity arises. That you’ll choose him like he chooses you. 

“Wanna get the door?” So, he offers you before he can back out. Apparently, it comes out so left that you almost don’t hear him. It takes you an adorable minute to realize what he said. 

“Wh-what?” When it does, your eyes turn into saucers. Even a soft, quick gasp leaves your mouth. 

“Wanna answer the door, baby? Wanna get the delivery?” Your innocent surprise is making his heart ache. He elaborates softly yet again while slowly rubbing your cheek. “C’mon, Pretty, do you want to? We can’t let the poor man hang in there. If you don’t want to, I’ll go take it.” Latter would be a great option too. But then after a second, you nod. First, unsurely which turns into a firm nodding. Determined. “Good girl. Go ahead.” He grabs your hips to pull you down at the same time you reach for the tissues. 

Well, that’s where you’re doing the wrong thing. This is a test, yes. He wants to give you anything and everything you want. But at the same time, not having you all to himself pierces something inside him painfully. He has to have some kind of control. Has to remind you continuously that you’re his. 

Your brows knit in confusion when he stops you from grabbing some tissues. 

“You’re gonna keep the cum inside, Pretty.” Jungkook lets the wicked smile spread across his face, finding his veins thrum when he sees your stricken expression. You open your mouth to protest. 

“B-but–”

Jungkook cuts you off immediately. A firm grip on your cheeks again shuts you up effectively. 

“No buts, Pretty. Get going now. Be a good girl.” He swears he sees your confusion and panic turn into another wave of lust in a blink of an eye. You beat no time in nodding again. 

See he has you exactly where he wants. 

………………………..

You don’t know what Jungkook is planning. Simply, you don’t care either. This’ll be your first time interacting with someone after Jungkook brought you here. After all this time, you’ve gotten used to being trapped. You no longer crave the outside world like you did in the first few months. But now as you are waiting for the delivery man to reach your floor and meet you at the door, you feel waves of excitement rush through your body. 

You feel nervous. Giddy. Like a kid trying a Ferris wheel for the first time. Ridiculous. Yet you can’t help it. You’re buzzing with an unexplainable happiness. Even though your underwear is messy and wet with Jungkook’s cum. Even though part of you is afraid of cum dripping down your thighs and the delivery guy noticing it. You love to be humiliated in bed but not like this, no. You’d be mortified. But you can’t deny that there’s a thrill to it other than meeting someone from outside. A thrill that is arousing. 

You do your best to keep your excitement under control as well as Jungkook’s cum inside your vagina. You nearly fail at both when the knock sounds at the door. Your heart rams in your chest as you bring your shaky hand up to push down the door handle. It pulls down quite easily. Very easily. Easier than you imagined it would be. It’s funny considering how scared you were to just pull it down. It makes you surprised. As if you expected a bomb to detonate when you push the handle. 

Nothing of the sort happens. You pull open the door swiftly, revealing a man wearing a helmet, face uncovered and a white plastic bag on his hand. Such a normal thing to see after you order takeout. Then here you are on the verge of tears at the sight of a random stranger. Frozen. Unable to do anything but stare. 

“Hi!” The stranger greets you, to which you respond with nothing but more silence. You’re staring and you know. You’re rudely staring. 

The man on the other side of the door waits a few minutes in utter silence like you. Then he clears his throat awkwardly. Holds the package of food toward you. 

“Uh… your order… ma’am?” Mumbles awkwardly. That breaks your stupor. You clear your throat as well. Take the package in your hand hurriedly. 

“Oh, yes.. Th-thank you so much. Appreciate it!” You force yourself to act normal. This feels foreign. Something so ordinary feels like an unfamiliar language. 

“No problem!” The delivery person bows to you as turns on his heel. Leaving you still standing on the doorway. You stay there. You stand still for another long second. Until the stranger walks away. Away from your sight. Until you hear the ding of the elevator. You stare at the empty wall in front of the apartment door which you’ve never seen. 

Isn’t that crazy?

You’ve never seen what lies behind this door. 

Now you do. 

The scary thing? You don’t find solace in seeing it like you expected. You don’t feel thrilled. 

Wait! 

You just opened the door for a stranger. You talked with someone else. You have all the opportunities to ask for help. 

 You didn’t. 

Now you have an opened door. You dreamt of crossing this threshold a million times. You can do it at this moment. Give it a try. 

You don’t want to. 

Fuck!

You don’t want to escape.

You turn around slowly and cautiously, not exactly knowing what this newest realization makes of you. Are you that fucked up? 

Are you? 

When you completely turn around and meet with the only person who kept you company for all these months you realize the answer. 

You are fucked up. 

Because instead of escaping, you find solace in this person. In Jeon Jungkook. The man who made your life a living hell. You no longer wish to escape him. 

You gulp harshly, struggling to return his smile as he walks over to you with a warm smile and kisses your forehead. 

This is scary. 

This is not good. 

…………………………

After so long, probably for months, you feel unsettled. After everything that has happened, you’ve finally lived so peacefully that this feeling is like an unwanted memory of a nightmare from your childhood. 

How did you become so content with living with Jungkook? The person who kidnapped you, threatened you, threatened your friends, scared the shit out of you and more. Add more to the fucking list now that you know he was the one who made your life hell back then as well. 

Still, you put all that aside and decided to live in a delusional bubble that you’re safe?

You decided to believe Jungkook?

You decided to choose Jungkook over your freedom? Your life?

You feel your throat tighten. For the first time in so long you’re so tense in Jungkook’s hold as he scrolls through his phone. Keeping you pressed against his firm body and drawing mindless patterns on your back.

You’re not tense because suddenly you’ve started to repulse him again. No. It’s quite the opposite, actually. Even after the realization, you find immense comfort in his touch. His hold. His warmth. The steady rhythm of his heart. 

That’s what bothers you so much. 

It shouldn’t be like this.

“Pretty?” Jungkook’s sudden voice pulls you out from your train of thoughts. You lift your head slightly to look at him. “Are you okay?” He questions in a hushed voice, eliciting goosebumps across your skin.

For fuck’s sake!

“Yes,” You fall back into his chest. “Why do you ask?” You don’t want him to notice anything different. Partially because you’re afraid that he’ll start to distrust you again. Partially because you think it’d hurt him. 

Why are you caring about his feelings?

You scrunch your eyes shut and grit your teeth subtly. You must’ve lost your mind. That’s the reason. You’ve gone crazy. 

“You’re so quiet.” Jungkook answers your question. Puts his phone aside. Full attention on you. “What’s wrong?” Rolls you into the bed so he can look at you. 

You give him a forced smile, hoping it’d look sincere. 

“Nothing’s wrong, Kookie. I’m fine.” You reassure him only to see him furrowing deep. 

“Well, that proves you’re not okay at all. When people say I’m fine, that means they are not,” he comes closer to you. “What’s wrong, Pretty?” 

Damn his observations. How could he know you so well? 

“Um… nothing, really…” you rake your brain for a believable answer. “I mean… uh.. I’m just bored.” You mutter in the end. 

Jungkook gasps slightly, his eyes sparkling with mischief. 

“Did you just say you’re getting bored of me?” He brings a hand to caress your cheek. An involuntary pout forms in your lips. 

“You know that’s not what I meant, baby.” You huff. Jungkook’s face, however, beams instantly. You noted for the past few days that the nickname baby does that to him. Like switching a light on. He comes even closer to you, letting the tip of your nose touch his. 

“Then how come you’re bored?” 

You feel lightheaded at the proximity. You like his scent. It’s faint but enough to calm you down. 

“You know…” you try to walk around the topic, not knowing what the right answer is. 

“I don’t. Please enlighten me.” That boyish grin of his makes an appearance. 

You sigh heavily. Seems like you have no way out of it. Better get the best out of it then. 

“Well it’s eating, sleeping, watching movies, reading and doing the same thing all over again Jungkook…” you blurt out before you can start second guessing. When you said similar things to him in the past, you’ve seen his eyes darken. The familiar sunshine of a boy disappears every time you bring up such a topic. So, you expect that to happen this time as well. 

It doesn’t. All that happens is an unnecessary silence for a second before Jungkook pulls away. 

“What about fucking? Is it boring too?” Then he raises a cocky brow. That sparkle is still there in his eyes. You can’t help but roll your eyes. You do such a good job hiding your confusion and surprise.

“Oh, c’mon…” You whine at how unserious he is being. 

“What? Tell me… is it boring?” He sneaks one of his hands inside your t-shirt so unexpectedly that you let out a loud squeal. He doesn’t give you any time to prepare before his fingers start to roam over your sides. Tickling you violently. Causing a bubble of laughter builds up in your throat and spills out like a sweet melody. 

“Oh, god, sto-stop it…” You do your best to escape the attack. Thrashing on the bed. 

“Is it boring? Is it?” Jungkook’s pretty giggles match yours as he keeps tickling you. Until you’re breathless and tears prick at your eyes. That’s only when he stops. You drag in a deep breath to calm down your body as Jungkook takes you in with his sparkly eyes. 

When he looks at you like that, you think he’s the most beautiful human being you’ve ever seen. Because he is. No one would ever suspect that he has an ugly side that made him keep you locked in here. 

With that thought, you sober up completely. Your smile vanishes from your face. 

There you go again, being so damn comfortable with him. 

Like this is a normal relationship. 

Jungkook raises a brow at your sudden silence and serious expression.

“I’m serious, baby.” You whisper out. You’ve come to learn that the simple word has so much influence over Jungkook that any other mishap about your actions would easily slip his mind. Just like you knew his face lights up with a bright smile. 

“I know.” Then he answers you in another whisper. You try to question what he means when he interrupts you. “Wanna do something new then?” He keeps his voice low. Nothing but a murmur. You guess his new thing would be another board game. Or baking. Or cooking. Nothing, however, would’ve prepared you for his next words. “Let’s go on a date.” He states so casually. Normally. Without a hitch in his voice or flinch in his face. You, on the other hand, freeze. Your lungs empty out in a second. 

You gape at him like a stupid fish. No answer or reaction coming from you. 

Did you hear that right? 

Did he say ‘date’? 

“I promised you a date and I think it’s time. I think you’re ready, Pretty.” He pecks your lips. You still stay unmoving. Your mind is going haywire. “What do you say, Princess. Wanna go on a date with me?” He repeats. 

As if your answer really matters.

As if you have a choice. 

………………..

You said yes. 

Of course, you did. You’d be the biggest idiot in the universe if you didn’t. You’ve been cooped up in his apartment for way too long that the feeling of walking down a busy road has become a fantasy. A fantasy that you crave so badly. There was no way you would’ve said no. Even though the idea of a date has helped you realise how much control Jungkook has over you. And how you don’t have any control over your own life. 

You can’t even blame him, though. In the end, he has asked you. You said yes. The thing is, you know, he knew you were going to say yes. 

Jungkook is a genius. He created the problem and now he’s selling the solution. You know it. Still, there’s only so much you can do about it. Not because you’re still helpless. Not because you’re afraid of him. No. Because despite everything, you’re still enjoying his company. You like being around him.

How fucked up. 

Just like how fucked up it is to stand in the threshold, holding Jungkook’s hand and being a bundle of nerves. Just to go outside. You’re just going on a date. You’re just stepping outside after a long time. 

Holy fuck, you’re actually stepping outside!

You’re going to cross this threshold!

You shouldn’t be this excited over this or nervous. But you are. And the only thing that’s keeping you sane is the firm grip Jungkook has on you. You’re relying on him completely. You can’t even step out unless you know he has your back. 

How utterly fucked up!

“Ready, Pretty?” Jungkook asks. Ridiculous. You two are acting like you’re about to enter a new world. You answer his question, nonetheless, with a firm nod. “Alrighty, here we go then.” He gives you a reassuring smile before stepping into the hallway first. Then he pulls you closer to him. 

Just one step, and you’re out. 

You’re outside!

A sudden sting in your eyes causes you to blink harshly. 

You can’t believe this. You’re no longer surrounded by black and white walls. Technically, you still are, but they're not the same. Not the same walls you looked at for almost a year. 

You’re doing this!

………………

“Shh... baby, it’s okay. I got you.” Jungkook’s condescending voice wraps around you like the sweetest layer of honey. Your back hits his chest as you take a rushed step back, startled. Everything is too much. 

Vehicles. People. Loud chatter. Roars of engines. The rush hour traffic. 

Everything is too much that you can barely breathe. 

You can’t believe you were part of this exact world before Jungkook robbed it from you. Now as you’re standing on the sidewalk near his apartment building, watching vehicles drive past you at a snail’s pace, you feel like you’ve never been a part of this. 

Everything is too loud. 

You used to watch the city bustle beneath you every damn day from the window up from the apartment. You used to watch the lights, tiny dots of people walking around. You used to listen to the distant sound of vehicles and sometimes honks. But those were nothing compared to feeling them in real life. Again. It’s supposed to be again but you’re overwhelmed as if it’s your first time. 

“It’s okay, Pretty.” Jungkook coaxes you again as you keep staring at the traffic with wide eyes. As you stand in the middle of the sidewalk like a stupid statue, inconveniencing the passersby. “We can go back if you don’t want to do this.” He adds in your silence. 

How caring of him. 

You almost scoff at the words before you turn your head and catch his eyes. He looks concerned. Worried. Genuinely so. 

You bite back your scoff, shaking your head. 

“I’m fine.” You try to keep your voice firm, in which you fail completely. It’s nothing but a meek whisper. Jungkook curls his arms around your figure. 

“Are you sure?” 

You nod this time. 

“Yes,” You exhale a long breath. This is ridiculous. There’s nothing to be scared about going out on a date in a public place. People do that all the time. You’ve done it thousands of times in your life. A mere year of isolation and a couple of haunted experiences probably couldn't have destroyed all your strength. No. That can’t be right. You wanted this. Even though this is making you more dependent on Jungkook, you dreamt of this for months. You can’t just back out now. You will do this, one way or another. You’re stuck with Jungkook and this life anyway. You’re not hating it like you did in the past. So, you better get the best out of every minute of your life then. “I want to do this.” 

………………………

There are rules. 

Why would you even be surprised that there are rules? Of course, there are. No matter how much you want to delude yourself into believing that this is a normal date, the facts really don’t change. You’re still the victim and Jungkook is the criminal. 

For your misery, though, you happened to accept those rules wholeheartedly when he brought them up just after he suggested the date. 

Rule number one, no talking with any stranger. Stranger danger, after all.

Rule number two, you’re not allowed to go anywhere alone, without Jungkook. You must stay glued to his side every single damn minute. 

Rule number three, or more of a threat than a rule, if you try anything funny, he’ll make sure to make everyone’s life hell. 

Those were all he had. He called them agreements. You called them rules. Either way you both were fine with it a couple of days ago. And you still are in the present, as you thread your way through the crowd of busy people, who are rushing to be on time for their jobs. 

People have jobs. Places to be. Things to do. They all have a life. Unlike some people who are being locked inside a luxurious apartment and are strangely fine with it. 

You physically shake your head to get rid of the unwanted thoughts. You know what you’re doing is not okay. Maybe, you’re not okay. But you accepted the defeat a long time ago. You have no strength to fight anymore. Jungkook is giving you an illusion of hope, protection, and happiness, even though it’s a huge illusion. Yet, it’s there. The comfort. 

You take a look at the godly-looking man who’s walking next to you. He’s getting noticed by people, like he should. How the fuck a face like that would go unnoticed? He’s making people swoon over him, just by doing nothing but exist. Is wearing black from head to toe, for fuck’s sake but he’s like the moon among millions of stars. And that man is holding your hand. He’s obsessed with you. 

How insane?

Jungkook looks down at you, probably sensing the weight of your gaze. His eyes twinkling. 

“What?” A grin adorns his face. A huge and wide grin that even that darn dimple makes an appearance. 

“What?” You question back. 

“Why are you staring?” 

“I don’t know… Why? I can’t look at you?” 

You stop in your tracks. After being out for more than thirty minutes and having breakfast in a quiet yet crowded cafe, your anxiety has reduced. It’s all new and exciting. It’s still too much but you can breathe. You’re getting used to people. 

Jungkook comes to a halt as well. 

“Course you can, baby. I love when you’re looking at me.” Says playfully before falling into walking through the busy sidewalks again. 

You follow him mindlessly, fingers entangled with his. Lost in your thoughts again. And in Jungkook. You follow him to the next destination of your date. A street food festival which happened to be taking place on the exact day Jungkook decided to take you out. Or he planned this for weeks. He probably did. You know he did. 

Maybe this isn’t so bad. Even with the stupid rules, the day is going well and you’re smiling more than you like. 

Yes. It’s all good. 

……………………..

You thought it would be good. And it was going well. Most of your day was filled with laughter. Corny jokes, stupid flirting and stolen kisses. Weirdly enough you think you’ve never been this happy. Not even with Hoseok. Maybe you were. But every happy memory shared with him was tainted with pain. Something miserable that came afterward. True that Jungkook is tainted with so many even more miserable memories. But somehow none of them mattered as you were gliding through the streets, stuffing your mouth with various foods that made no sense together. 

You were happy. 

The day was going well. 

Your cheeks are practically aching because of how much you’ve been smiling like a fool. 

“Oh my god, Jungkook… You can’t eat that. It looks horrible. You’ll throw up…” You squeal horrified, eyeing his disgusting food creation on a stall where they allowed people to make food combo. It’s supposed to be a delicious food combo. Certainly not mayonnaise on chocolate dipped-strawberries. Your stomach churns even at the sight as Jungkook sniffs a strawberry. 

“It smells… okay?” He shrugs. Then looks at you with puppy eyes. As if waiting for your approval to try it. 

“I’m sure it smells disgusting.” You scrunch up your face. 

“It’s not.” Jungkook giggles loudly. “Try it, here…” Brings up a berry toward your face. 

“No fucking thanks.” You shake your head frantically as you take a step back. Still grinning from ear to ear but having no intention to smell the nasty thing in his hand. Jungkook’s giggles turn loud as he takes a step toward you. 

“C’mon, Pretty, trust me. It doesn't smell bad…” He pushes the fruit more toward your face, causing you to take another step, then another and another. Both of your laughter mixes with the hundred other sounds filling the air. You’re finally seamlessly blending with the world again. 

“No!” You almost turn around and run for your life when Jungkook backs up. Finally, letting his face scrunch up in disgust as well. 

“Okay. This smells like shit.”

“See, I knew it you asshole.” You pout while he starts looking around until his eyes land on a nearby trash bin. 

“C’mon, you know I love you.” Jungkook kisses your forehead quickly before turning around and walking toward the bin. Leaving you behind. 

Rule number two, you must stay with him all the time. You are. It’s ridiculous to follow him when he’s just going to the trash bin. 

It’s just a few steps ahead anyway. 

You watch the way he trots down the dusty road, your smile never ceasing. Ridiculous. The fact you’re happy when in reality you should be crying. Yet here you are. Even the thought isn’t enough to waver your smile down. So isn’t the voice that suddenly appears next to you. 

“Uh, hello!” 

You snap your head to where the voice comes. Your eyes meet with a boy wearing a white t-shirt and black cap. Just one look at him and you know he’s someone raising funds for some kind of campaign. Maybe a college student. He seems pretty young. 

You widen your smile with a touch of politeness and return the bow he gives you. 

“Hey!” You greet him. No need to be rude. The boy bows to you one more time before starts speaking. 

“I’m sorry for bothering you, but, uh, I’m an Economics major at Yonsei University and we’re raising funds to help low income families around Seoul…” He blurts out some more information about their campaign while showing you the food stall they’re operating, ending his ramble with a polite request to buy a bowl of soup. You’re already full to be honest but the lanky boy has a look that makes people say yes to him no matter what. 

Yet it’s not like you have any money with you. 

Oh, yes. You need to ask Jung–

“What’s going on?” Jungkook’s cold voice douses over you, grabbing your attention from the boy to him. You open your mouth to explain then close back when you notice the scowl on his face. Deep. His eyes dark and expression stern. A familiar look you never wanted to see on his face again. 

You’re scared of Jeon Jungkook. But lately you found that you’re just scared of one side of him. As long as you manage to keep that side drowned beneath the man who gives you starry eyes and hearty smiles, you are fine. Which you fail to do at this moment. 

Fuck. 

Rule number one, you’re not allowed to talk to strangers, no matter what. 

Your throat suddenly goes dry. Memories of bloody chopsticks and a man howling in pain cross your mind like flash. 

Jeon Jungkook is a dangerous man. A man capable of murder. This is not good. You need to walk away immediately. 

“Ah, nothing…” You shake your head, trying your best to smile again. Trying your best to soothe your parched throat with saliva. You reach for Jungkook’s arm, ready to walk away as fast as possible. Unfortunately for you the boy beats you to it. 

“Hello, Sir, I’m from Yonsei Uni–”

“What’s going on?” Jungkook cuts off the boy’s polite introduction rudely. His question is directed at you. His voice has turned from cold to merciless metal that you wince at the tone before your cheeks heat up with embarrassment. You throw a hasty, apologetic glance at the boy. 

“Nothing, Jungkook. We should go…” Your second attempt of walking away without causing a scene comes in vain when he shakes your hand off his arm. Just to grab yours instead and yanks you to him. Bends down so his face is mere inches apart from yours. 

“I said no talks with strangers.” He mutters through his gritted teeth. Your embarrassment splits in half leaving a part for humiliated anger. 

“I know.” So, you hiss back. 

“Then what do you think you’re doing?” Jungkook’s grip on you tightens into a painful sting. 

“Let’s go please.” You whisper instead of answering his question, being very aware of the fact that the boy is still staring at your stupid interaction and probably judging. For a second it appears that Jungkook won’t listen to you. But then in the next he gives a death glare to the poor, clueless boy before storms away. With you of course. Practically yanks you away. Doesn’t stop even when you’re out of the premises. Out in the streets. 

He keeps walking. Walking and walking. So fast that you stumble on your feet to keep up with him. Your wrist aches at his grip and your eyes sting at the fact that you’re currently being dragged away across a city.

No. 

This is beyond humiliating. 

He can’t treat you this way. You’re not a fucking kid. Or a pet. 

“Stop it,” You do your best to state sternly. Nothing comes of it. So, you have no other option but to raise your voice a bit. “Stop Jungkook,” Still nothing. “Stop it for fuck’s sake.” This time it works. You manage to come to a dead halt pulling him with you. 

“What?” Jungkook closes the distance between you in a blink of an eye. 

“What the fuck are you doing?” You blink back the tears that are threatening to spill. 

“Going back home.” Jungkook answers you as if it was so obvious and you’re too dumb to understand that. 

“Why?” The stern edge in your voice cracks beneath the weight in your heart. A pain that’s very familiar to you but it’s here for a whole other reason. 

“Why?” Jungkook scoffs softly. “Why? I asked you not to talk–”

“I didn’t talk with anyone. He talked with me. He was just asking me to buy a–”

“I don’t give a fuck, Pretty!” His sudden loud voice startles a poor woman. You avert your gaze farther away to avoid looking at her. You know how this looks. How embarrassing? “What did you say to the fucker?” Jungkook asks again with no care whatsoever about where you currently are. Surrounded by people who are giving you looks of pity. 

A coil churns inside your stomach.

This can’t be real. He can’t be asking you such a question. 

“N-nothing— what- oh my god, Jungkook what do you think?” You give a weak attempt to free your hand from his. Give up when it only results in his grip turning to steel. 

“I don’t know…” Jungkook finally lowers his voice into a hiss. Thank god. “I asked you not to talk with strangers for a reason, Pretty.”

He’s causing such a scene out of something so small. There’s absolutely no reason for him to be so paranoid. He doesn’t trust you. You know that. But what hurts you is that he’s treating you this way when you haven’t done anything at all. You had no intention of escaping. Running away. Even though you should. Still you were being faithful to your kidnapper which was ridiculous enough. And this?

He thinks he can treat you this way? 

No. You don’t want this. It’s scary and you feel uncomfortable. He doesn’t care for that. Of course, he doesn’t. You’re just his pet after all. Something he can control like a robot. 

You have no right to talk back. No right to fight. No right to express your feelings. 

You eat when he feeds you. You cums when he fucks you. You sit when he asks you. You stay inside when he tells you. You go outside when he decides so. And you go back inside when he wants to. 

Oh, how bad you want to fight. Yet you know you won’t win. You can either walk back with him like a human being or he’d drag you away. You don’t want the second option. This is already humiliating enough. And any excuse you give him won’t work. You don’t know what would come of you trying to fight him. 

Probably you’ll go back in time and you’ll become the less privileged prisoner in his life. There would be no going outs even under the false pretense of a sweet date. You don’t mind the label. Nor do you care how it happens. You want another day like this. Another moment of freedom. 

You have to act wise. 

It’s better to get going with him. Like the obedient pet you are. Yet there’s something inside you that wants to make it a little hard for him. 

“I want to pee.” You take a complete one-eighty turn from your conversation with a sharp inhale. Finally, look at his dark eyes. A surprise flicker across them. 

“What?”

“I need to use a restroom. Let’s go home but I need to pee first. And I haven’t said anything to anyone.” In reality, you have no such need. Just want to make his easy life a little hard. 

“Okay, you will use one when we get home.” Jungkook shrugs and almost turns around when you stubbornly stomp a foot like a toddler.

He controls everything and he wants to control your bodily functions as well? No fuckiny way. 

“I can’t wait that long.” You had made Jungkook abandon driving here because you wanted to feel the chaos of public transport and busy sidewalks. Looks like you’ve made a good choice. Or not. 

“Let me call a ride.” Jungkook fishes for his phone, completely disregarding you. 

“I can’t wait that long, Jungkook.” You huff out as you turn to your left. Toward the nearby mall. “Just let’s go there.” And you don’t wait for him to answer you before you start walking. Even though you’re only able to take only a few steps before his hold on you restricts your movements. You sigh heavily then turn around to look at him again. “I didn’t say anything to anyone…” You take a moment. Contemplating. Decide on the exact right thing to say. “Baby. You need to trust me.” Like you knew that hit the spot. Jungkook’s eyes soften immediately. “Buy me some ice cream. Then let’s go home.” You add like nothing happened. 

It’s Jungkook’s turn to sigh this time. And it’s heavy. Yet he doesn’t stop you this time. Just follows you without another word.

You don’t get to ask. But good pets get treats. 

……………..

You stand in front of the female restrooms. Annoyed. Jungkook isn’t letting go of your hand. Is holding you as if you’d disappear the moment his touch leaves you. 

“You can’t come inside a female restroom, Jungkook.” You roll your eyes. His hold, however, doesn’t loosen even a little bit. Nor does his scowl. His cold gaze is assessing you. You can see the turmoil in him through his eyes. Gears turning. Contemplating. Weighing the options, risks and everything in between. “I told you, you have to trust me, Kookie.”  You place your free hand on his chest. “I’ll be fine,” Push him back a little. He doesn’t even budge. “Go get me that ice cream. I’ll be there within a minute.” 

Another beat passes without changing anything . Just his scrutinizing gaze and dark scowl. Then he drops his hand from you. 

“Which flavor?” Takes a step back and asks out of nowhere that your eyes go wide. You lift your eyebrows in half question and half surprise. That’s not expected. Not so easily after all. 

“Huh?”

“Ice cream? Which flavor do you want, Pretty?" He questions again. Despite his relent, he’s not a hundred percent on board with this. You know it. His face is speaking for him. 

You almost feel bad. 

No… you don’t have to feel bad. Why would you feel bad? 

“You know what I like.” You give him a tight-lipped smile. Jungkook nods. He knows. He knows everything. He’d known them even before you started living with him. 

You expect him to leave you alone to mind your business after that. But of course he has more to say. 

“Don’t take long,” He shoves his hands in his pants pockets. To an untrained eye, this might look normal. Just a man asking a woman to hurry up. Yet you know the underlying weight in those words. “Meet me in NJ.” A silence and there come those words. “Don’t disappoint me.” And he finally turns around and leaves you to it. 

You wait until he disappears around the corner to heave the heavy sigh you’ve been holding in. 

Don’t disappoint me equals don’t try anything. 

Gentle reminder that you’re a prisoner.

Well, nothing you didn’t already know. You turn around with one final breath and push open the restroom door.

For the first time after almost a year, you’re alone. In public. With no Jungkook to breathe down your neck. The feeling nearly brings you to tears that you have to bite down on your tongue to keep the emotions inside. Nothing to celebrate here. You’re just using the restroom and you’ll be going back to Jungkook.

Even though he doesn’t trust you, you never had any ulterior motives other than just being a little stubborn. That’s just the plan and you intend to stick to it. So, you step inside the public facility finally. 

The entire place is completely empty save for a woman washing her hands near the sink despite it being noon and the mall is full. Not that you’re complaining. You don’t want to be in an overcrowded place. 

The woman near the sink raises her head at the sound of your footsteps. Her eyes meet yours through the mirror. She acknowledges you with a curt nod that you return with a small smile.

You’re not supposed to talk to strangers. But Jungkook isn’t here to see that. 

Yes.

He isn’t here.

You can do whatever you want.

A sudden wave of adrenaline shoots across your veins. You stop moving toward a cubicle. Your eyes glued on the woman. 

You can talk to her. This is the first chance you’ve had and it might be the last as well. True, you had no intentions of doing anything else. But you can do it if you want.

You can ask for help. You can tell her your story and ask her to get the police. You can escape. You can at least try.

“Uh, do you need something.” The woman’s voice brings you back to the earth. You gape at her as if you see her for the first time. 

The answer for her question is easy.

Yes. 

You need help.

If there’s someone in this world who needs something so desperately, that’d be you. 

You need to tell her that you were kidnapped by a psychopath almost a year ago and that he kept you locked up in his apartment for all this time. Isolated from the rest of the human race. You need to tell her that the same psychopath is still waiting for you outside and he’s controlling every cell of your body. You need to tell her that you need freedom. You need to escape his vice grip and you need her help for that.

Maybe she’ll recognize you. Maybe you are or you were famous. Someone must’ve filed a complaint that you were missing right? Maybe not your friends or your asshole of an ex. But maybe your family. They love you. At least they did in the past. You might not have lived closely to them in the past few years but they’re still your family. 

But then, what if they didn’t? Or what if they did and in the end they all gave up and now you’re a distant memory to everyone? What if you’re dead to the rest of the world? What if nobody wants you back?

At least you know Jungkook does. He may not let you live a normal life and treat you as an animal. But he’s there waiting for you. He may be a mad man and his love for you might be unhinged yet he wants you, nonetheless.

Right? 

He needs you. 

You have no life beyond this anyway…

“No.” Your voice comes out strained and distant. Even you’re surprised to hear that. The woman turns around to face you with a raised brow in question. You must look crazy, staring at her this way. You quickly snap your gaze away and force yourself to smile. Then bow down in apology. “I’m sorry. It’s uh… I thought you were someone else.” You burst out an explanation. “I’m sorry.” Mumble again before turning around and closing yourself inside a cubicle. 

You did the right thing. Right?

Of course you did. 

You don’t want any more problems in your life. 

…………..

When you return the woman has already gone. There’s a new gang of teenage girls cackling with laughter whom you disregard as you walk out. Your eyes are strictly on your own dress as you smooth out the already perfect, expensive Tencel. 

Jungkook has picked up a habit of buying anything that piques your interest. All you have to do is give it a look and it appears in an excited Jungkook’s hands within weeks. Which is how you got this dress as well.

See, you made the very right decision. True, you don’t have normal things you should, like a job, a mobile, your own money, or anything else to call yours. But you have someone who’s willing to spoil you with food and expensive stuff. 

Even if you had reached that woman earlier and told your story, there was a chance she wouldn’t have believed you. You look nothing like the victim you are. Instead, you look like a spoiled rich heiress with your glowing skin and clothing. 

Yes. You have a good life. Not normal but good. When nobody out here gave a fuck about you, Jungkook did. You’re certain that everyone gave up on you faster than they should. How else did Jungkook manage to keep you hidden for a near year and no one ever came looking for you. You haven’t even seen the news about your sudden disappearance. Yes. Nobody cares so you should stick to the only person who does. 

You hurry your steps, allowing yourself to believe. Believe that the things happening to you are normal. If you believe it hard enough it might come true as well. You exit the hallway and enter the busy food court of the mall, crowded with people. You take a look around to find the flashy sign of the ice cream parlour Jungkook mentioned and start walking toward it. Determined to put what happened earlier behind. 

This is good.

You’ll be good.

You take step after step. Each one hurried more than before. You make it halfway toward your destination when your vision suddenly gets blinded by someone who appears in front of you from nowhere. You get no time to process what’s happening before your body collides with the newcomer, throwing you off course. 

“Holy shit! I’m sorry.”

“Fuck, sorry.”

You both blurt at the same time. Your eyes first land on the plastic bag on the stranger’s hand that drops to the floor following your crash. He picks it up at light speed, beating you to it.

“I’m so sorry,  I wasn’t looking where I was going.” Another apology leaves his lips as he bows down to you just after picking his belongings. You reciprocate the action. Bow down again.

“No really, I wasn’t—” Your words die down on your tongue. You freeze halfway through trying to straighten up back after the deep bow. Every single breath of air leaves your lungs painfully, together with every organ inside your body. Leaving behind an empty skull. 

No this can’t be.

Silver hair. Brown eyes. That cute nose and sinful lips. 

The earlier vanished air returned back to your lungs like a punch to your guts. So hard and so fast that you stumble a step back. 

Jimin!

Park Jimin!

No. This is clearly not him.

But it’s the same person you remembered. With the same silver hair he had on the picture Jungkook showed you. The same Jimin who annoyed you so much back then by always hanging out at your place. The same Jimin who stole your skin care products just because he could. 

Still it can’t be!!!

What are the chances?

The universe must be playing more jokes on you….

“(___)?” 

But then the next word that leaves his mouth solves the problem. It is the same Jimin. 

A sigh of relief and disbelief leaves your lips as you take another step back, shaking your head in denial when it’s clearly your friend Park Jimin. Your ex’s best friend. 

And he looks like he just saw a ghost. Pale. Eyes wide that you worry his eyeballs might pop out. Mouth hanging open. Rightfully so. Yet he’s the one who snaps out of the stupor you both fell into a second ago first. 

“Oh my god, (___)? Jeesus… It’s you, right? Holy fuck…” Jimin shoves a hand through his perfectly styled silver hair. “Fuck, thi-this… shit…” He stumbles on his words. You stay rooted to your spot. Unable to even move a finger when Jimin closes the space between you. His hands land on your shoulders. “Wha-what?… How? I mean… we thought-they thought….” 

Nothing he says makes any sense to you. Not because he’s not making sense—which he is— but because nothing is reaching your brain. A little shake from his side finally pulls you back to reality. 

“(___), hey! You with me? Wha-what happened? How are you here? Where were you? Are you with someone?” Jimin blurts out question after question but that last one specifically manages to hit straight into your brain like an arrow.

You snap your eyes away from the man in front of you to the ice cream store a few meters away from you. Pink and blue name sign and glass walls. You can see the inside perfectly. So you can see the man standing near the cashier. Talking with a flustered girl behind the register. 

Oh, no no no….

You’re not supposed to talk with strangers. Then you’re certainly not supposed to talk with someone you already know. If that someone is Jimin, then definitely not. 

Jungkook’s voice echoes inside your head. 

You won’t want me to just make any of your loved ones hurt now, will you?

He explicitly said so while showing you a picture of the same person who’s standing before you. Back then you believed Jimin did nothing to Jungkook. But now after every secret is out in the open, you know Jungkook has all the reason to hate Jimin. Jimin is the one who ruined it for Jungkook in the first place. All those times ago, in that shitty club. If it wasn’t for Jimin, Jungkook could’ve had you way earlier. 

No. This is bad. 

You turn your gaze back to Jimin. Then back to Jungkook. He’s handing over his credit card to the girl at the cashier. He’d be turning around any minute. And he’ll see you. He’ll see Jimin. 

Bloody chopsticks…

If I have to make him suffer, I have all the reasons to do so. 

Blood. 

Screams. 

Pain…

No. Jungkook will kill Jimin. You know he can and he will. 

You need to go to Jungkook immediately. Your stomach turns awfully, making you regret eating that much food earlier. You’re going to throw up or you’ll faint. 

Not now! You can’t afford that now. Need to distract Jungkook. 

The cashier hands him back his card. 

You look back at Jimin. He is saying something that doesn’t reach your ears. All you can hear is a loud ring. 

“Wh..at…” Ring. “(___)?” Ring. “Who…” Ring….

Your eyes snap to Jungkook again. He takes the card back and pushes it inside his wallet. 

Now!

You have to move now!

You free yourself from Jimin’s grasp without a single word. Already start walking forward like you’re in a dream. 

Please don’t turn around. 

Please don’t…

Not yet… 

Your heart is beating in your throat. You keep your eyes glued to Jungkook while picking up your speed. Jungkook takes the two paper cups full of ice cream in his hands. Turns around halfway–

“(___)?” Jimin’s hand on your shoulder yanks you around to face him as a gust of wind. “What the fuck is going on?” He barks yet somehow managed to lace it with concern. 

No…

You rush to take a look at Jungkook, already fearing his dark gaze. Already knowing that you’re done for. So is Jimin. Yet you only meet with the sight of Jungkook still talking to the cashier. 

You exhale loudly in relief. Then turn to Jimin again. You have no time to explain. 

“I’m fine.” You state aloud. Step away. Fall back into walking again. Jimin follows you closely. You have to stop him. “No, Jimin, please. No.” You stop just to look at his eyes. He looks beyond confused. “Don’t do anything, please. Don’t follow me.” You shake your head in a plea. “I’m fine, I promise you. Not now— Don’t. Just leave, yeah? Please, I beg you.” 

That’s all you manage to say before you finally leave him behind. You don’t even look back to see if he has listened to you. It’s too scary. You just focus on calming down your nerves and slowing down your stupid heart. And of course, putting on a big smile when you finally stand up in front of Jungkook right at the time he turns around with your order. 

“Hey!” You whisper. Jungkook looks surprised for second. Then his boba eyes crinkle adorably, matching his toothy grin. 

“Hey, Pretty. All good?”

You copy his grin. 

Even though you don’t feel it. 

And you nod. 

Even though nothing is good.

…………………….

You can’t do this anymore. You regret every damn decision you made today that led you to this cursed moment. Jungkook was hellbent on leaving mere minutes ago and now the same guy is enjoying his strawberry milkshake ice cream like a two-year-old. Meanwhile you’re struggling to push down a single scoop past your throat. 

The sweet sugary flavor of your chocolate ice cream melts inside your mouth like it’s nothing but ice. You are too nervous to do anything but fidget around like you have invisible ants crawling through your skin. You can’t help it. Can’t help the bobbing of your leg. Can’t help the sudden hotness you’re feeling. Absolutely can’t help but search the premises for the millionth time. 

When you first dared to look back, you had found the spot Jimin stood to be emptied. Your eager eyes hadn’t been able to find him ever since. Which is good, right? Exactly what you wanted. But then why do you feel partially disappointed? Well, this proves you are right about nobody giving a flying fuck about you. True, Jimin looked so concerned, genuinely worried, and deeply relieved to see you. But who knows? That can be just a pretense. You can’t trust anyone in your life at this rate. 

Still, however, you scan your eyes around the food court as discreetly as you can. Looking for one thing and one thing only. 

Silver hair, silver hair, silver hair….

Nothing. 

It’s hard to miss such a distinctive feature. You’re certain he left. Of course, he did. 

Jungkook’s sudden groan brings your wavering attention back to the table. You’re sitting at a table set by the ice cream store outside its glass walls. The man who’s sitting before you groans once again, sounds almost mad, his eyebrows pulled together in a deep frown. Someone might think the food is as bad as it appears through his expression. In reality, though, you know it’s quite the opposite. 

“This tastes so fucking–”

“Good?” You complete the sentence for him. You need to forget what happened. Need to act like everything was and is fine. 

“Yes,” Jungkook sighs dramatically. “I can’t understand what on earth these amazing fruity flavours had done to you. Why are you hating them with a passion?” He points his spoon at you, bringing up your obvious dislike to indulge in any other flavors besides old boring vanilla and chocolate when it comes to certain food. 

You roll your eyes, trying so hard to stay in the moment. “I don’t hate them. Besides, it’s not just strawberry flavored. It’s strawberry milkshake and it’s too–”

“Sugary,” This time Jungkook fills up for you. Damn, you two know each other too well. “I know. Chocolate is sugary too.” He argues. You open your mouth to counter back, straightening up and eyes landing on his face. 

“That’s not the sa–” You almost choke on your words when your eyes catch a flash of silver behind Jungkook. You take a double look. 

Silver hair, silver hair, silver hair. 

There he is. 

Jimin. Fuck. He hasn’t left. A bubble of relief, disappointment, and happiness stirs your inside at the same time. Just for second, though. 

“Pretty?” Every emotion inside you morphs into blind fear. “You okay?” Jungkook almost takes a look behind him. 

“Uh huh.” You nod furiously. “That's so… not the same thing.” You resume your conversation instantly. Fortunately for you that makes Jungkook abandon looking back at where you looked and pay attention to win the argument. He says something more to which you don’t pay any mind. You hear it, you do. And you answer him. Yet your mind is completely on the guy with silver hair. You do your best not to risk it by glancing at the direction again. Only to fail at the task. Your eyes work on their own as you chance another glance while Jungkook is too engrossed in his ice cream. 

Jimin stands exactly where he was a minute ago. But this time he is on a phone call. Talking with someone frantically. As if trying to convince someone that the sun is rising from the west. Something not believable at all. Like him meeting you in a random mall on a normal wednesday. 

You know what he’s saying to whoever that’s on the phone.

Wait….

Who’s the person on the other end though?

Police?

Your throat suddenly goes dry. Your full attention is back on Jungkook. Out of everything the police raiding this place and dragging Jungkook away is the last thing you want. Or you don’t want that all. You’ve lived with this person too long to be able to let that happen.

Fuck, you should get out of here. 

But what if Jimin is calling someone else. His best friend for example. 

If you thought your mouth went dry earlier, now you feel like you ate sand. The police aren't the worst case scenario here but Daebi is. You don’t know how and when people in your life played the part to put you in a hell hole of misery. You, however, for sure know the part Daebi played. If Jimin is calling Hoseok or Daebi then she’s going to let Jungkook know. 

And you’ll be dead. No. No, Jungkook would never kill you because among everything you’re the one thing Jungkook can’t live without. But he can stay true to his promise. He can ruin everyone else in your life. 

You have to get out of here.

You’re just about to spill out a blatant lie and ask to leave when Jungkook’s phone on the table vibrates, making you jolt in your seat. Blood drains out of your veins. You’re sure you turn into the color of ash completely. 

Oh god no. 

Is that her?

Is everything over?

Jungkook picks up the phone leisurely, his face giving no hint at who the caller is and your attempt to take a look at the caller ID fails even before you can act upon it. 

You suck in a harsh breath, hold it inside your poor lungs as you wait for the inevitable. The milliseconds between Jungkook answering the phone and bringing it to his ear, passes as if it’s eons. 

This is it…

Daebi is going to tell him that you met Jimin…

Jungkook is going to kill—

“Hello!” Jungkook speaks to the phone. “I thought I informed you that I’m on leave today Mr. Seong.” 

The breath you’ve been holding escapes your lungs like a tidal wave, leaving your whole body relaxed.

You’re saved for a second time today.

Maybe the universe is on your side after so many years of tortures and pain.

Jungkook sighs in annoyance at something the other person said. Then he mouths ‘one minute, Pretty’ as he gets up from the table. Walk a few feet away from you. 

He has always been discreetive about his work. Not lying but not giving you a direct answer every time you asked about it. You know he’s a genius and he’s rich. Whatever he’s doing, it’s probably illegal. That much you’ve figured. As his pet, you don’t get to share his life. You just receive what he gives you. You don’t know since when you started caring about that. 

You force yourself to tear your gaze from the brown haired man to the silver haired one, who's also on his phone. Talking with someone much more animatedly than Jungkook. Looks more frustrated. 

You may have gotten another chance but the danger is still here. There’s still a possibility Jimin is calling Daebi or the police. You don’t know how you’re going to stop Jungkook from receiving a call from Daebi. But at least you can come up with something if you get out of here. Yes, you need to get the hell out here. 

Right?

Go back to the apartment. Your luxurious prison. 

Something clogs in your throat at the prospect. 

It doesn’t matter. You have no other choice anyway, do you? 

Jimin turns his head toward you. Your eyes meet. There’s something in his eyes that you can’t quite understand. Is that desperation? Is that a beg? What does he want? Does he want you to stay?

You have no other options, right?

You keep your eyes on Jimins. 

Options.

What if… just what if…. 

Universe on your side today. You finally made it to this day. What are the chances of meeting Jimin on this very specific day? What are the chances of him staying? You already wasted a chance of getting help earlier because you believe you have no one else. Because it seemed like something that wasn’t worth the trouble. But what if… what if you’re not alone after all. What if this is a chance? 

Your ears are back on ringing. You feel like you can’t breathe. As if there’s something inside you that keeps inflating, pressing all your organs and bones to your skin. You’ll explode any minute now.

Jungkook is still on the phone. Is facing the opposite side from you. 

Jimin is still on the phone. Is directly looking at you.

What are you gonna do?

What are your options?

Should you give up? Walk back with Jungkook to your same old life. It is good, right? That life. You have food, clothes, books, and everything else Jungkook can buy for you. 

You sweep your eyes over the busy mall.

Then you don’t have anything these people have. Most importantly you don’t have freedom. Your situation is far worse than being a pet. Even pets have more freedom than you. 

Are you willing to keep living that way? You swear you wanted to escape. You swear letting Jungkook in was just temporary. All you wanted was relief and it came through an abundance of orgasms. Then when have things changed? Since when did you decide to become his pet? How come you let yourself get lost in Jungkook. The same person who drugged you back in an illegal underground club. The same person who almost murdered a man in front of you. Brutally so. The same person who created a whole damn app to torment you. The same fucking person who kidnapped you and kept you locked in for nearly a year. 

Maybe it’s the sudden rage inside you. Or it’s the frustration you kept up inside for months. Whatever that is, you surprise yourself when you stop a passerby girl out of the blue.

“Hey, sorry. Do you have a pen I can use?” You blurt out impolitely. The girl looks so taken aback for a minute before she shrugs and fishes inside her bag. She says nothing nor does she wait for you to thank her properly as she hands you over a black pen and walks away. 

You don’t waste time to ponder about the nice stranger. You don’t have time. You just grab your half empty disposable ice cream cup. Do your utmost best to keep your hand steady as you start to scrawl across the pinkish surface.

You have no plan. You don’t know what you’re doing. Just know this might be your last chance. 

Meet me again the same placesame day nect week. don’t tell anyone else. Please. 

Your handwriting is a mess. It’s okay. It’s readable. You’re about to cap the pen and proceed to the next step when something else comes to your mind. 

You jump into adding more to the stupid note you scrawl across the cup.

And nopolice Jimin. I don’t want the police. Please I beg.

You don’t know what you exactly want. But for sure you know you never want Jungkook behind bars. Odd, yes. A you from a year ago would’ve thrived at the prospect of him going to jail. A lot has changed since and you don’t want Jungkook to suffer. Not anymore. 

With that you replace the cap on the pen back and throw it under the table without a care. Grab your ice cream cup in your hand just before Jungkook hangs up the call and walks to you, wearing an apologetic expression.

“I’m so sorry baby but this idiot—” He starts.

“It’s okay. I get it. We can leave.” You cut him off with a soft smile on your face while your insides are on fire. Your limbs are trembling so badly. 

“Yeah?” Jungkook steps closer to you. You curl your hand instinctively around your ice cream cup. Forcing yourself to stay steady. Relax. “Are you sure?” Jungkook kneels in front of you. Rubs your knee. 

You fight the urge to take your leg away. Not because his touch repulses you. It’s more because you feel like a snake. A bitch. 

“It’s okay. I know you have to work. I’m tired anyway.” You ease his worries with the same smile on your face. Oh, you’re a goddamn better actress than you thought. Jungkook smiles at you fondly. 

“That’s why I love you.” He stands up again. Goes for his ice cream cup. You beat him to it. 

“It’s okay, I’ll throw them away. Just call a ride for us.” You stand up as well, taking both half empty ice cream cups. Jungkook takes just a split second to respond which feels like an hour to you. 

“Okay.” He nods. Still smiling. Doesn’t question you. Just pecks your lips. You let him and finally make your way to the nearby trash can placed by the same store. You drop Jungkook’s ice cream cup into the bin. 

Okay, here you go.

You’re doing it.

You don’t dare to look around you as you empty the now gooey contents in the cup to the bin. Then you let the cup fall to the ground. Turn around. 

You can’t feel your legs. Can’t feel your hands. Your heart is beating too fast. This doesn’t feel real. Chatters of people. The music from various stores, they all sound like a dream. 

You did it. 

Now all you can do is pray. Pray that Jungkook hasn’t noticed what you’ve done. Pray that someone else might not take the empty cup of ice cream and throw it in the bin. Pray that Jimin has noticed what you did and he’ll read it. And among everything that he’ll listen to you.

If everything goes right, you will have to convince Jungkook to bring you here next week as well. You’ll find a way and you’ll worry about it later. 

For now, you just let your legs move your body toward Jungkook, who looks—fortunately—oblivious to what has happened. You let your limp body lean against him and let him take you home.

Home.

………………..

It’s been two days since your date. Two days since you met Jimin. Surprisingly or not, things have been oddly calmed ever since. No feared calls from Daebi or someone else to tip your meeting with Jimin off to Jungkook or anything else to make your life miserable. That means one of two things. Either Jimin listened to you or Daebi no longer wanted to meddle in your life. 

You haven’t made a decision about what to do on the expected day, however. When you scrawled that note over a paper cup of ice cream you haven’t really thought it through, to be honest. You just acted on impulse. The pressure that there’d be no other chances had pushed you to take the only one you had. That’s the reason for you to take a step on. But that doesn’t mean you have to keep going, however. You’re allowed to take that step back again. Which you’re contemplating. After your nerves have calmed down and the thrill of the moment faded, you’re no longer sure about your abilities to pull this through.

There are a million things that can go wrong and above all there’s a hard weight inside you. A pain. A mixture of guilt and hurt. You didn’t do anything wrong in reality. You’re simply doing what you should’ve done a long time ago. But still you feel like you’re betraying Jungkook. It’s hard to shake off the feeling. The pain has been draining you out for the past two days to a point you have no energy left in you anymore. 

You sigh heavily, giving up on your boring fantasy book. That catches Jungkook’s attention who’s been hunched over his laptop across from you on the couch. You’re half sitting and half liying on the couch at opposite ends, facing each other. Both of your backs pressed against the arm rests. You have your legs draped over Jungkook’s while he’s resting his feet under your butt.

“What?” Jungkook peers at you over the laptop. You rush to put your indifferent very normal face up. You’re doing a great job at it apparently.  Jungkook hasn’t picked up anything off of you yet. Maybe if you were able to actually escape this, you should consider an acting career. 

“Mmm… nothing.” You offer him a sweet smile. Jungkook just raises his brow. Less convinced. “What?” So you have to question it. 

“I don’t know. You tell me. You’re the one who’s sighing like your dog died.” Jungkook’s eyes sparkle with amusement. You roll your eyes. Playfully.

“Oh, c’mon… you can pay attention to your work Jeon. Let me be.” 

“Yeah?” He tilts his head to the side, then shrugs. “Okay then, I was about to ask if you’re bored and maybe…..” 

“Yes,” You jump in, throwing your book away. “This book is so damn boring.” 

Jungkook chuckles aloud. “Is it now?” 

“It is.”

“What should we do about it? Read another book?” He puts his laptop away as well. An involuntary pout appears on your lips. 

“Guess what? Never mind…” You try to reach your book which is now on the floor when you feel the soft touch in your ankle. You don’t even get to proceed what's happening before you’re being yanked forward by your foot. 

“Kook!” You squeal in terror at the unexpected movement. 

“Yes, Pretty?” Jungkook, however, looks unphased and calmed. Just smiles at you wickedly. “You said you’re bored and I can’t let that happen now, can I?” 

Your mouth goes dry making you wet your lips. A bubble of anticipation comes alive in your stomach. 

“I have to do something.” Jungkook keeps talking as you don’t respond to him. Simply because one touch from him is causing your brian to malfunction. He brings your foot up. Up toward his mouth. You watch in excitement as he inches his lips toward your foot. Then his lips touch the skin of your foot heel. A feathery light kiss. Enough to send a shiver down your spine. 

“Jungkook,” You sigh quietly. “Don’t do that.” Your words only cause his smile to widen.

“Do what?” He asks coyly. “This?” Gives another kiss, making your breath hitch and back arch. “Or this?” Licks a path up your heel to your toes.

“Kookie…” You moan breathlessly. Jungkook ignores you.

“Or this?” Instead he keeps teasing you. He drags your foot down this time. Places it on his chest and drags down through the expanses of his board chest, and abs. Straight toward his crotch. He presses your foot into his hardening cock. You feel the warmth radiating through the flimsy material of his pajama pants. Nothing underneath. 

You both have been lazing around since the morning, not even bothering to get out of your sleep wears. Which appears to be a good idea at this moment.

“Oh fuck!” You visibly shiver at the feeling. Your soft moan gets drowned by the groan Jungkook lets out, his head tipping back. 

“Yes,” He breathes out after spending a split second with his eyes closed and head fallen back. Then his eyes are on you. “You want me to stop doing this, Pretty?” He cocks an arrogant brow. 

You shake your head furiously. All the worries about impending decisions and escapes disappear from your mind. Here you go again. What’s wrong with you? Are you brain dead? Has he broken you and trained you into a perfect little slut who gets horny instantly, just with a touch by him. Oh, wait, he hasn’t even touched you though. Is just pleasuring his cock with your foot and your cunt is already making a mess. 

“Answer me, baby? You want me to stop this?” Jungkook starts rubbing your foot on his cock, making you feel the way he gets hard within a minute. 

“N-no,” You stutter out, getting more and more excited by every passing second. 

“Of course, you don’t… you’re a slut, after all.” Jungkook mocks you before dropping your foot down. His words shoot directly to your pussy, making you clench your thighs together. “Go on then, do what you have to do.” Jungkook leisurely leans against the arm rest, no longer touching you. 

You beat a few seconds in painful contemplation about what you should do. Just a few. You’re too impatient to wait any longer. It’s with a pounding heart that you finally move your foot again toward his waistband. It takes you a few minutes of struggle to pull down his waistband to free his cock when Jungkook doesn’t do much to help you besides eventually lifting his hips up a bit. You manage to succeed in the end. You free his cock just using your foot and you waste no time in pressing your sole back in his cock. This time with no barrier to separate your skins. Just his painfully hard cock throbbing at each rub of your foot against him. 

“Shit, Pretty.” Jungkook sighs dreamily, his eyes locked into the way you’re playing with his cock. “You’re doing so good, princess. Keep going…. Yes, like that, fuck…” His words encourage you to slowly be more bold and start to jerk him off. Occasionally gliding your toes over his red tip, driving him crazy. You keep up the good work for a few more seconds before Jungkook gets tired of it and demands more. Of course, he does and you love it. 

“Show me your cunt.” He barks out of nowhere making your movements falter. Your skin has already been on fire but now you’re almost melting onto the couch. He’s doing it too well. Too good. He knows how to make you lose it.  You can’t even swallow to soothe your dry throat. 

You ask no questions or don't let him repeat as your hand goes to bunch up your flimsy night dress up to your waist. Just like him, you have nothing underneath your dress to save your modesty. 

“I asked you to show me your cunt, slut. Spread.”

Oh, your head is spinning. You can cum just from this. You put your free leg which isn’t on his cock over the backrest of the couch, giving him a perfect view of your soaked cunt. 

“Holy fuck,” Jungkook’s breath hitches. And he loses control. He grips your foot so tight that you worry he might break you. He keeps his eyes on your cunt, starting to jerk himself off with your foot. “Goddamnit, look how fucking wet you are…” He says mostly to himself than to you through clenched teeth. “Fucking slut, you know this is all you’re good at right? Hm?” Presses your foot more into him. Picks up the speed even more. “Hm? All you’re good at is being a little slut. A cocksleeve. Isn’t that right, baby?” 

Fuck, you can’t do this anymore. Your body is melting like butter. You have no bones in your body. Your cunt aches. Badly. 

“Yes. Fuck, yes, Daddy…” Your voice hoarse with lust. 

You absolutely cannot do it anymore.

With your admission you bring your hand between your legs. Not being able to control the burn. The wanton need. Yet you only get to brush your fingertips over your aching clit before you’re being manhandled for a second time within the hour. This time, though, it is harsher and faster. One moment, you’re jerking Jungkook off with your foot and the next, the man is hovering over you, with a dangerous glint in his eyes, with your hands being pinned next to either side of your head. 

“Did I say you can fucking touch you?” Jungkook’s low growl graces your lips, sending tingles all across your body. You fall into a haze under his burning gaze that you fail to reply. Jungkook doesn’t like it, however. “Did,” He lowers his face even more towards you. “I,” You don’t think you’ve ever heard anything more dangerous than his voice right now. “Say, you can touch what’s mine, baby? You better answer me.” 

Your brain is short circuiting and you’re too nervous to answer. But you’ve played the game too many times to learn the ropes by now. So, you force your brain to comprehend. 

“Nn-no, da-daddy?” Even with your words your hips are moving in their own accord, trying to find any kind of friction on Jungkook’s body. 

Fuck, is it even possible to be this needy?

Luckily for you, Jungkook ignores your pathetic attempts. Instead of wasting his time over it, he clicks his tongue. Disappointed. 

“You need to learn a lesson, baby. You’re always too fucking needy and impatient. And you don’t know how to listen.” With that he gets off from you. You panic like you’ve just found the world has disappeared. Ridiculous but it is what it is. “Don’t move.” Jungkook instructs. You listen this time. Not wanting to be in any more trouble. You wait patiently without even moving a finger until he walks away inside the room and returns. With a tie on his hand. 

Like that, you know what’s going to happen. You have all types of toys you can think of. So do you the cuffs and silk ropes but he has chosen a tie. Less forgiving. He wants you to suffer. You don’t feel an ounce of fear, though. All excitement that drips down into the leather couch in liquid form. 

Jungkook is scary and you’re scared of him. But when it comes to sex, you’re no longer afraid of him. Even without a safe word, you know he’s going to take care of you. 

You stare at him expectantly as he makes it to the couch again. “Sit up.” Another command that you comply with like a good obedient girl. “Hands behind your back.” You do as he says and wait, burning with arousal as he ties your hands up together. Behind your back, tight and secured that you can’t move them an inch. Jungkook pulls away and faces you after he’s satisfied with his work. 

He caresses your cheek softly. You lean into the soft touch. “You good, Pretty?” Questions. You nod. “Yeah? You gonna listen to me?” He asks again to which he gets another nod. An eager one. Yet he looks dissatisfied. “Can I trust you?” Jungkook adds. And like that the air goes still. The question hangs heavy in the air. All the fire inside you dies down like he has doused a cold bucket of water on you. 

No. He can’t trust you. 

You have something bad hidden behind your back. A secret. A nasty plan. You betrayed his trust and are planning to worsen it. The guilty feeling returns tenfold. So unbearable and painful that you almost spill the truth. Then his voice saves you right at the time. “ Huh, Pretty? You can’t talk? Answer me slut.” 

Of course, he’s just asking a question. A question that’s suitable for this moment. Why are you beating yourself over it? Besides, you’re doing nothing wrong. 

Yes, nothing wrong. 

You deserve your life back. 

You gulp harshly before answering. 

“You can, Daddy.” Your voice is meek and barely audible but it does the job. Jungkook hums in satisfaction. Sits back. 

“ I can?” He purses his lips in thought for a moment. “You sure? Maybe we should test it?” Raises a brow. You stay silent but your face must be speaking of your confusion. “ C’mon, up.” Jungkook doesn’t clarify anything. Just aids you in getting to your feet. “Let’s see if you can listen, baby.” He lowers you into the ground. Into your knees. You happily kneel in front of him. Expecting that this is about a fantastic blowjob. Only that your hope dies a quick death. Not that you complain, though. “Besides, I should return the favor, right?” Jungkook deliberately sneaks his foot between your legs. You couldn't have controlled moaning even if you tried. 

“You gave me a freaking good foot job, didn’t you baby?” Jungkook keeps mocking you, while proceeding to push his foot further into your cunt. You instinctively lower your body to get more. “I should return the favor now, go on slut, grind.” 

That’s all you need. Within a blink, you’re rocking your hips back and forth, your eyes nearly rolling back in your skull. This is demeaning in a way you can’t even fathom. You’ve done similar things before like riding his shoe. But you’ll never get used to the feeling. It’s degrading and embarrassing. It makes you want to crawl into a hole and die, which is exactly what that arouses you so much. The fire inside you is constantly growing. With each rock of your hips and each rub of your clit against his skin. 

It’s not an easy task. Not with your hands tied behind your back. Your arms are itching to get more help by grabbing onto something. It’d be far easier if you can hold onto Jungkook’s leg. More help means more pleasure. Unfortunately, that’s not an option and you’d have to do with what you have. So you do. Your skin is heated and sweating. Thin strap of your night dress falling down through one shoulder, spilling one of your tits. More embarrassing. More arousing. 

Jungkook is sitting there unphased by everything. Even more arousing. You can’t decide what’s hotter. His indifference or the fact that you can visibly see his cock jump inside his poor excuse of a pants with every rub of you. Maybe both. In their own way. 

You have no idea how long you’ve been rubbing your cunt on his foot. Probably lesser than you think. It’s getting better, though. Better and better. You can’t even breathe. You let your head fall forward, your forehead resting on Jungkook’s knee. Cry after cry leaves your lips. 

“Kook… oh please…. Daddy…” You don’t know what you’re saying. You just babble for the sake of it. Lost in your own world. Jungkook’s sudden voice snaps you out of that world. You raise your head to look at him when he speaks.

“Such a good slut, baby.” He pets your hair, making you rock your hips even faster. “Yes, you are…” He cooes. “But this is a test, remember? You need to prove that you’ll listen to me.” A wicked grin appears on his face. That can’t be good. Oh, no this is not going to be good. You almost start crying already, giving him the best puppy eyes you can muster to no avail. He pulls out the next words in agonizing satisfaction. “You get a minute to cum, whore,” He bends down to your height, staring directly at your eyes. “If you don’t, you won’t get to cum today at all.” 

Your brain fails to make sense of his words. What does he mean?

“No, no what?” 

Jungkook stares at you as if you’re the dumbest thing he’s ever seen. 

“You don’t get to cum if you don’t cum within a minute, (___).” He repeats softly and slowly as if you’re a toddler. He takes his phone in hand next, without any further ado. You stare up at his face as he sets up the timer. Probably for a minute. After setting it he throws the phone away, nudges your cunt even more with his foot, reminding you what’s at stake. 

You waste a second before snapping out of it and starting to grind again. With more precision. How humiliating is this? You believe it will never get more humiliating than this. Having to cum within a minute by grinding on his foot? Oh no, this is the worst. Unless of course, if you don’t get to cum. 

You shut your eyes and reopen them. You need to look at his face. In his all glory but wearing a bored expression. You need to feel even more humiliated to speed up this process. It’s working. Yeah, it is. You’re getting so close. 

Closer and closer. You can totally do this. Even with your arms starting to ache after being pushed back for too long. One more rub. One more—

The sound of the timer going off startles you so bad that your movements come to a halt abruptly. It takes you a long minute to realize what just happened. 

“No…” You whine pathetically when Jungkook smirks sinfully. Of course, the bastard knew what he was doing. He knew you wouldn’t be able to cum within the time frame. “No, kook…. Daddy please…” Your desperate pleas fall in deaf ears. Jungkook yanks you up by your forearm. Throws you into the couch like you’re nothing but a ragdoll. 

“See, you don’t listen,baby. Such a nasty slut. All you care about is cuming, Pretty.” He draws away from you just to remove his clothing. “Don’t you?” He places himself between your already spread legs. “Don’t you?” He asks again, followed by a chaste kiss to your lips. Stark contrasts to how he’s talking to you and what he’s about to do to you. 

You shake your head in denial. 

“No?” Jungkook’s smile should be in jail. It should be illegal to smile like that. You shake your head in answer yet again. “Didn’t think you’d be a liar too, Princess.” He shakes his head in disappointment. You try to talk. Say that it’s not true. Only for your words to turn into screams when Jungkook enters you out of nowhere. No warnings. Not even a sign he’s about to stretch you out. Good thing you’re a dripping mess and he slides in easily. He bottoms out inside you with that one thrust. Groans. A painful groan. “Damn, (___). Shit, feel so good, pretty.”

You acknowledge him with a moan torn between a cry. 

“Kookie… baby…” You try to focus your blurry gaze on his face. 

“Yes, baby? What do you need? Want me to fuck you so hard? Does this slutty cunt needs to be fucked so bad?”

“Please…” You push your hips into his, fucking yourself with his cock. “Oh god, please… move…” 

“Yeah? You want that? Okay, got it.” Jungkook places his hands behind your knees. Pushes your legs toward your torso. Goes into his knees. Allows you just one more minute to get ready before he gives you exactly what you asked for. He starts slow. Withdraws his cock almost away from your aching cunt before ramming forward. Slow and deep. Hits all the good spots inside you. Causing more and more arousal to seep out through your weeping hole, making a mess out of both of you. 

“Hard-harder… Kook… more.” Your arms are aching so bad. The urge to grab on to his neck or arms is overwhelming. The urge to touch him whichever way you can is unbearable. He doesn’t give a fuck about that, however. You’re happy at least he starts to pick up his speed.

“Yeah? Want it hard?” 

You nod. Being too lost in it. 

“Yeah? Like this?” Jungkook gives you a hasher thrust. You wail in pure pleasure. You don’t know whether you’ve replied or not but before you know it, he’s pounding you into the couch. The shameless sounds of skin slapping gets drowned under your embarrassingly loud screams. Neighbors must be hating him so much. Neither of you care. No. Everyone can hate you but this is too good.

You’re drooling. 

You’re crying. 

You feel like you’re floating on clouds. 

Then to make the matters worse or impossibly better, Jungkook kisses your ankle. Once then twice. You watch in awe as he suddenly wraps his lips around your toe. 

Oh god. 

You really thought it wouldn’t get any better. It can’t get this better. Where would you go after this? How would you become normal after this? 

“Jungkook… holy fuck…. No, I—”

Jungkook lets go of your toe with a pop. 

“Good? Do you feel good slut?” 

You don’t answer. You can’t answer. 

“Look how fucking greedy your filthy cunt is?” 

You clench around him violently. The orgasm he robbed from you is rebuilding inside you with ten times more intensity. 

“Like that, you useless whore. Take me like that.” 

Your back arches, hips thrusting up to meet his pounding halfway even with your movements are limited without your arms. 

You’re going to cum. Hard. 

The coil inside you is tightening rapidly. 

“Oh, fuck… Jungkook. I— I’m… fuck I’ll—”

“Cum?” Jungkook saves you from the trouble of verbalizing. “Is that it? You gonna cum?” His hand flies to your throat. A very familiar dance by now. You love the way his grip on your neck makes you lightheaded. He knows it too. The pressure on your throat makes your thighs tremble. Pulling you even closer to the edge. 

The coil is tightening and tightening and—

“What did I say, pretty?” Jungkook’s voice reaches you from another dimension. His hold on you doesn’t ease a bit. Nor does the power of his thrusts. “You don’t get to cum today.” Those words pull you back into earth from the haze you were floating in. The coil inside you fades away. 

Fuck, you forgot. 

And you thought it was just a meaningless threat. 

Just said for the sake of the moment. 

Apparently, you are very wrong. When Jungkook says something, he means it. 

But no. You can’t endure another edge. Not today. 

“No, no, please no. I’ll be a good girl I promise.” Words escape your mouth even without your knowledge. Words you’d rather die than say in another situation. 

“Too late for that.” Jungkook barks. And you prepare yourself for the inevitable. Jungkook fucks you even harder. Squeezes your throat just perfectly. Like how you love it. The coil starts to tighten again. Tighter and tighter. You close your eyes to endure the ache of your orgasm that would melt away when he’s going to stop. 

Now!

Jungkook picks up his speed. Your eyes snap open in surprise. 

“Don’t cum.” Then he throws the bomb on you.

What now?

“Hold it. Do you hear me?” Jungkook shakes your head using your neck. “Don’t fucking cum. I swear to god if you cum, (___)….” 

The rest of his words slip into thin air. Your mind is already occupied with what he said and how impossible it is. 

You’re going to cum. Now. But Jungkook isn’t playing. 

No. You can’t cum.

Okay, think about something else. Distract. 

Biscuits. 

Cake.

Jungkook picks up the pace even more. Deliberately fucking you so delicious.

This isn’t going to work…

Cats.

Cute puppies. 

You reel when Jungkook’s free hand lands between your parted legs. Fingertips touching the spot that you don’t want him to touch at this moment.

What an asshole!!!

“No…. Fuck, Kook… I’ll…. That’s-n-not fair….”

“Isn’t it?” Jungkook starts circling your clit. Almost furiously. Matching with his harsh but impossibly pleasurable thrust. 

“No.. p-please I’ll- I…Kook… cum…”

“No!” His pace turns even harder if it’s possible. So do his fingers. “Hold it. Don’t cum.”

You’ll die. 

“You’re my fuck toy, baby. Toys don’t cum, do they?” 

You shake your head. This is good. His words make it even better or worse in this case. He’s not helping at all.

“You’re just my cum dump. That’s all you’re good at, aren’t you?” 

You nod, tears rolling down your cheeks uncontrollably.

“Then be a good toy, pretty. Take my cock, yeah? Take it and don’t cum. Take-it-like-that.” He accentuates his words with deep strokes. “Take it. Yes fuck… take my load in this fucking cunt. Such a good slut… yes you are. My fucking cock—”

That seals the deal for you. The coil snaps even though you’re doing your best to hold it. You fail miserably as your back arch. An almost inhumane cry leaves your throat. Your vision turns blind, white spots appearing behind your closed eyelids. You’re certain that you’ve lost consciousness for a second because when you reopen your eyes next it feels like you’ve reborn into a new world, with no memory about what happened. It leaves you confused when you find Jungkook spilling curse after curse with his eyes strictly watching at your pussy. He has removed himself from you.

You raise your head the best you can to see what’s happening. To your equal horror and surprise you find the mess. Wet. Everything is wet. You. Jungkook. The couch. 

“Fuck, that’s so hot, baby. You squirted.” Jungkook mumbles mindlessly like a mad man. 

You squirted.

You’ve never done so.

Another one of many first times that he stole. You can’t bring yourself to be mad, however. You expect Jungkook to be mad. You didn’t listen to him, after all. Yet apparently your intense orgasm has made him lose his mind. He says no another word as he enters you back again, making you grind your teeth in oversensitivity. Making your whole body tremble. Making you cry aloud.

“I know, I know baby…. I’m close…” Jungkook shushes you softly. Starts fucking you but is far more gentle. “Gonna cum soon kay? Hold on for me, princess. So close… so-fuck-gonna fill you… fuck, (___)…” Jungkook stills his hips. You feel the way his cock twitches violently. Feel the way your insides go all hot with his seeds spilling inside you, throwing you into another euphoria. Light but pleasurable. 

That was insane, wasn’t it? And you’ll never have this again. 

Do you really want to escape this?

Yes. Fuck yes.

You snap your eyes closed in annoyance. It’s just your hormones speaking. You can’t make life decisions based on good orgasms. Nothing matters. No….

You lay there boneless until Jungkook pulls away from you, unties your hands and drags you into his lap. Nothing really makes sense to you as he starts caressing your arms. 

“Are you good, Pretty?” 

You only hum in answer. 

“Hey! Baby, talk to me…fuck!” His arms around you tightens as he pulls you closer to his naked body. You hum in answer, yet again. You have no energy left to talk. Jungkook kisses your forehead. So gently. So lovingly. 

He’s so gentle, isn’t he?

He loves you, isn’t he?

Who was the last person who touched you so tenderly? Genuinely? Just because they wanted to touch you? 

Are you really gonna leave this?

Fuck!

You can’t let this happen. No. No, you have to stay on your ground.

“Can we go on another date? I want to eat that ice cream again.” Your weak voice comes out of nowhere. Everything falls into silence. Even the sound of Jungkook’s soft breathing comes to a stop. And he stills like a predator sensing a threat. You almost become convinced that you either fell asleep or gone deaf when he finally speaks. 

“You wanna go out again?” There’s no surprise or annoyance in his voice. Good sign. You lift your head to look at his face. He isn’t looking at you. His eyes are fixed on the black screen of the TV. Is poking the inside of his cheek.

You can’t read him and that’s scary. You need to know what’s happening inside his brain. 

“Y-yes… I mean we didn’t get to finish the ice cream and I was being good, wasn’t I? I- ugh… you know what, never mind.” You drop your head back into his chest. You have to play wise. If you try to persuade him more than necessary, it might come out suspiciously. If he says no, then you’ll try again tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow or—

“Okay.” Jungkook mumbles softly.

What?

You try to lift your head again to look at him but he prevents you from doing so with his cheek rubbing on the top of your head. 

“Okay?” So you opt to question.

“Mhm… let’s go have your ice cream. When do you want to go? Today?”

Fuck! Maybe you panicked and asked this out too early. 

“No… not today. I’m so tired.” 

“Tomorrow?”

“Don’t you have work tomorrow?” Jungkook says nothing for that but you feel him nodding. Okay, you totally fucked this up. All you can do now is just put it out and hope for the best. “How about next week? You can take me out once a week, you know?” You do your best not to tense up. If he agrees, you can make sure which day you’re going out. There's a fifty percent chance that this might work or not. 

“Once a week? That’ll be a damn headache.” Jungkook chuckles softly. You have to bite your tongue so you won’t sigh in relief. You're good. He’s not suspecting your stupid antics. 

“C’mon, you know that I behave.” You nuzzle more into his chest. A moment passes. Then there it comes.

“Okay. Anything you want, pretty.” 

Anything you want!!!

……………

The days have been rolling too fast and too slow.  You’ve been nothing but a bundle of nerves for the past few days. Making sure you’re going out on a Wednesday just like the previous week turns out to be surprisingly easy. All you had to do was simply ask “how bout Wednesday?” and Jungkook was all down. 

Everything is going smoothly so far. Yet you’re as excited as a cow about to get slaughtered. You blame the lack of enthusiasm on the nerves. The trepidation of things going wrong, though deep down you know that’s not the only cause. Nerves? Yes, they are because of the anxiety. But how about the pain? The guilt. 

No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t shake off the guilt. The pain only grew stronger every time Jungkook smiled at you. With those stars in his eyes. You almost changed your mind more than once. It was a constant loop of changing your mind and then reminding why you should leave.

Remind yourself that you’re the victim and Jungkook isn’t the lover boy he pretends to be.

Still, though, you feel like a girlfriend who cheated on her ever so sweet, loyal and loving boyfriend as you stand in front of the illuminated sign of NJ. 

You had faked a stomach ache. Lured Jungkook into a blowjob and an intense fuck session to make sure you arrive here late afternoon. 

You made it here right on time. Or roughly right on time. It’s been more than twenty minutes since you’ve been eating a cup of ice cream that tastes like ashes for a second time of your life. No silver haired man has appeared in any corner of the food court, however. 

Every passing second without something happening is pulling you into a frenzy. You’re torn between wanting to see Jimin here and not wanting to see him at the same time. 

There are loads of things that can go wrong.

What if you panicked and blew this up before Jimin shows up?

What if Jungkook notices something weird?

What if you get caught?

What if Jungkook does something bad to Jimin?

What if, what if, what if…

Maybe this whole idea is ridiculous. Maybe you’re not strong enough to do this. Maybe Jimin will never show up. Maybe he never got your note. Or he just ignored your call for help. 

Out of all the possibilities, the last one is looking more appealing to you right now. 

Going back home with Jungkook seems easy enough.

Yes.

Maybe you should do that.

No more hassles like this. 

Your scared brain and nerves that are on fire nearly convince you to do exactly that when your eyes finally land on the flash of silver you equally dreaded and anticipated.

You hold the wooden, disposable spoon so hard that it snaps with an easy pop, making Jungkook startle a bit as he pays you attention from his phone.

He’s been texting a client this whole time. You were grateful for that. It gave you enough space to be the ball of anxiety you are. 

“Jesus, what’s wrong?” Jungkook furrows his brows. 

“N-nothing, I just held it a bit too tight.” You do your best to smile. It’s really hard to keep your focus unwavering. All you saw was a flash of silver. It could be anything. It could be someone else. You need verification. You need to know it’s Jimin. Unfortunately, you can’t. 

“Why would you do that?” Jungkook cocks a brow this time.

“I- uh- I don’t know. Wait I’ll just—” You stand up halfway from your chair when Jungkooks stops you. 

“No. Wait, I’ll go and grab another one for you.”

You nod and fall back into your chair. Fine by you to be honest. You wait patiently until he disappears inside the store to start scanning your surroundings. Like a mad woman. Your heart beating against your ribcage as if they’re sworn enemies. You sweep your eyes around. Like you did a week before. Over every person. Every head. Children and adults. Men and women. Black and blonde hair. Until…

Silver hair.

He came.

Your eyes meet Jimin’s. Maybe not you, but Jimin definitely sighs. Heavily. Like he couldn’t breathe until this very moment. In another time, you would’ve been touched by the act. Not now, though. You don’t know what you should do next. You really didn’t have a plan honestly. You threw a note at Jimin without knowing what’s next. Not even knowing if he would find it or trust you enough to follow your requests. Apparently he did. Hell, even he listened to your request of not involving the police.

If that doesn’t mean anything you don’t know what would. 

He actually came. Maybe you were wrong. Maybe there are still people who care about you. Yes. Jimin obviously cares. And this should be enough reason to proceed with your plan. To take the next uncertain step. For starters, maybe you can find a chance to talk with Jimin. He might have a plan. If he doesn't, a few minutes would give you time to come up with a plan. Today doesn’t have to be the day. You can just come up with a thorough plan. 

You gulp, setting your mind. Making the decision. You’ll steal a few minutes to talk to Jimin. You’ll do it. Because you have to. You’ll find your life again. 

“There you go,” Jungkook puts the new spoon in front of you softly, grabbing your attention. You smile at him after mumbling a quick ‘thank you’. Jungkook acknowledges it with a kiss to the top of your head. Your body stills and stomach rolls. The familiar guilt clouds over your head like a storm. Even your skin starts to prickle like the feeling is about to pierce through your skin and come out. You fear that Jungkook will sense it. That he’ll see it. Maybe it’s written all over your body and face. 

Jungkook, however, just walks over to his chair back again. Unaware. With no clue about what you’re going to do. 

You don’t have to feel guilty. 

You shouldn’t feel guilty. 

You’re the victim. 

You. Are. The. Victim. 

You have to do this. 

You will have this talk with Jimin. 

You swallow back the bitter taste in your mouth and force your stomach to calm down. 

“Um,” You open your mouth hesitantly. Jungkook hums in answer. “Wo-would you mind if I, uh–”

“Pretty?” Jungkook puts his phone away for a second time. “What’s going on?” 

Okay, you have to just get this done or you’ll ruin this. 

“I just want to use the restroom.” You blurt out. The words sound stupider when they’re out in the air, hanging between you. Jungkook looks mildly surprised. Then he shrugs. 

“Yeah, be quick.” Like that, his focus is back on the phone. You beat a second before pulling it together and rising to your feet. 

Just talk and come up with a plan. 

You almost turn around and leave. 

But, Jungkook. 

You stay rooted to the spot, unable to take a step away. Eyes glued on the man before you. His jet black hair pushed back on his forehead. His lip ring glistens every time he nibbles on his bottom lip unconsciously. His brown eyes are big as he keeps scanning over the screen. His brows pulled together adorably. His slender, tattooed fingers typing away on his phone furiously. 

Black t-shirt and black baggy pants. Is wearing nothing fancy again yet he's the most beautiful being you’ve laid your eyes on. The hottest thing. The most handsome. Such a pretty psychopath. Isn’t he? 

Yes. A psychopath. 

You don’t have to feel guilty….

You’re not doing anything wrong…

Don’t feel guilty.

You take your first step away. A pain erupts in your heart. You take another step away. The pain blossoms into an unbearable agony. Another step. You want to cry. Another step. Maybe you don’t have to do this. You can turn around and run back to his arms. Another step. It’s fine. You’re just going to talk with Jimin and come back. Another step. Maybe you can–

A hand wraps around your forearm from nowhere. You don’t even get to yelp in surprise before you’re being pulled into a warm embrace. 

“Fuck, (___), I thought you’ll never show up.” Jimin’s soothing voice travels across your body like sweet honey. 

………………………..

“Jeesus! Do you? Are you saying that you were being fucking kidnapped and—” 

“Yes, Jimin.” You confirm for him for the umpteenth time. 

You were so wrapped in your head that you hadn’t noticed you'd almost made it to your destination. Jimin had dragged you inside an emergency exit where you’re currently in. It’s surprising how you managed to recite a story that happened through a year within two minutes. Even that’s a waste of time. 

There’s no time to explain everything and ask everything. There are lots of things that you didn’t tell. You have yet to say that this Jeon Jungkook is the same person whom Jimin and Hoseok beat into a pulp all those years ago. That this Jeon Jungkook is the same lunatic who drugged you, almost killed a man in front of you. And you have yet to ask whether Jimin knew about Hoseok’s infidelity and Daebi’s betrayal. You have to know if Jimin was on blind side about how Daebi— maybe Hoseok too— aided Jungkook. 

Maybe next time. You have to come up with a plan now.

“Fuck, this is so…” Jimin runs his ring-adorned fingers through his silver hair. Sighs. “Okay, okay, you know what (___), I know you said no police but that’s what we’re gonna—”

You don’t even let him finish that sentence.

“No!” A rush of panic surges through you. “No Police Jimin.” 

“Hey,” Jimin steps closer to you. “I know you’re scared, baby. But you’re safe, okay?” He grabs your shoulders. An act that’s meant to be a sign of comfort yet you feel nothing but fear. “You’re here with me. No one can hurt you.”

“No, no you don’t get it… you- no police, Jimin.” You shake your head frantically. Almost step away and run back. His hold, though, is too tight for you to do that. 

“(___)…”

“Nonono… you promised no police.” You struggle to step back. Fear making your legs shaky. The pain you’ve been feeling earlier—the guilt, has turned into a rush of adrenaline the moment you found yourself in Jimin’s arms. Your veins are throbbing with adrenaline. The pressure of the moment is making  your head swim. But now it’s about to wear off in the face of fear. The ugly guilt is raising its head again. 

“Then what do you want to do? Do you want that motherfucker to live free and happy?” For the first time Jimin snaps.

Yes. That’s exactly what you want.

God, what’s wrong with you?

You can’t tell that to him, however. What kind of victim that’s plotting their escape would do that?

“I-I-I just, I just want out, Jimin. I don’t want… I don’t—”

“Hey!” Jimin shakes you gently. Probably to knock some sense into you. He fails. You don’t want to be sensible. You'd rather walk back than involve the police. 

“No!” Your struggle turns frantic. “No Jimin, no police I’ll—”

“Okay…”

“I don’t wantto I just—”

“Hey! It’s fine (___)!” This time Jimin shakes you a bit harshly and it works. You shut up immediately. “It’s fine. No police. Okay?” Jimin bores into your eyes. You inhale a shaky breath. “Good?” He questions. 

You nod slowly. 

“Okay.” Jimin nods too. “Okay, no police.” He lets go of you. Takes a few steps back. Rubs his face with both hands. Looks so frustrated. “Let’s just take you to a safe place then, yeah? Then we’ll figure out what to do next.” 

His next bunch of words drop on you like a bomb.

What?

Jimin closes the distance between you again. 

You hate the way your body is growing weak. 

Did he say he’s gonna take you to a safe place, now? 

NOW?

“Okay?” Jimin searches for your answer. 

“N-now?” 

“Yes now. We’re not going to waste our time. We’ll go away. Make sure you’re safe and the fucker can’t find you again and when you’re calmed down we can decide what we’re going to do next.” Jimin takes your limp hand in his. “Sounds good?” 

It should sound good. Right? This is what you wanted and it’s happening.

But, Jungkook?

You expected this to be a talk. You wanted to talk and go back. What’s the point, though? Saying goodbye? To your kidnapper? What kind of ridiculous thought that is. 

But the thought that you won’t see him again makes your heart squeeze in a way that you can’t physically breathe. 

God, you need to get a grip. Not seeing him again is the goal. 

What about the starry eyes and flowery smiles, though? 

What about the feathery kisses and scorching touches?

What about not having or seeing them again?

The image of Jungkook as you last saw him burns inside your brain. He’d just sit there waiting for you, wouldn’t he? You imagine the hurt in his eyes. The realization that you won’t return. The anger and that madness would surely follow but what pains you is the knowledge that he’d be hurt. 

Your stomach rolls. 

Maybe you can’t do this. 

Maybe you need one more minute.

You can just see him again and come back.

Right? Right?

“(___)?” Jimin snaps you out of your spiral. “Is this good? Do you think you can do this? We can’t wait for another chance. That’s too risky. We’ll have to flee now. I don’t want you to spend another second with him.” 

You gape at him as if you just saw him. 

It’s too risky.

Of course, it is. Who are you kidding? This might be your only chance. And you can’t really say goodbye to the person who you’re running away from. 

This has to be it.

You have to.

Jungkook would be fine. He will. 

You nod at last. Still uncertain. Still doubtful. Yet Jimin takes that as a strong yes. 

“It’s okay, baby. We got this, okay? I got this. I got you.” Jimin mutters before pulling you into his chest for a quick hug. Then you feel his lips pressing against the top of your head.

See, he got you. You have people who care about you, besides Jungkook. People who are normal and won’t traumatize you to death. People who would allow you to live a normal life while loving you the same. 

But the problem is? You don’t feel any comfort at the thought. You don’t find comfort at the touch. You’re supposed to feel safe and relieved. 

Yet here you are.

You feel nothing. At least not the comfort you felt in Jungkook’s arms.

………………..

Something is not right. You can feel it in your gut. It has all been easy. Too easy for your liking. You and Jimin had walked—not walked but ran— out of the mall without anyone batting an eye at you. You had gotten into a cab like you were heading home on a random Wednesday. Now, you’re walking through the long hallways of the new apartment building Jimin lives in. 

This can’t be this easy. You know Jungkook. He kept you hidden for a year without a single soul knowing your whereabouts. He kept you isolated from the world in a building full of people and no one ever questioned him. He made an app to lure you in and no person in this world knew about it. Jungkook is a genius. He makes no mistakes. 

So, how?

How did you manage to walk away that easily?

True, that you were pained and feeling guilty for leaving him. You’re still feeling that way. You’re still having doubts. Torn between keeping running away and running into his arms. But one thing is clear. If there is something that is worse than running away from Jungkook is trying to do so and failing. 

No matter what you’re feeling or your indecision, you’ve come this far. And getting caught is not among your future plans. Jungkook had always made it clear. You’re not meant to escape. If you tried, he’s more than willing to walk into a distance that will even pain him to keep you. He’ll kill everyone you ever knew. He’ll take you away from this city. Hell, maybe even from this country. Or worse, maybe he’ll break your legs so you can’t attempt this again. Or simply he’ll kill you and kill himself too.

A shiver runs through your body at the prospect. No. You can’t get caught. Hence, your paranoia that kept you looking back on your shoulder for a familiar Benz throughout your entire cab ride. Jimin’s reassurance that nobody is tailing you and he can’t find you did only little. 

Something is wrong. 

You know it.

Even the hair at your nape rises while you wait until Jimin unlocks his apartment door. You keep your eyes glued to the farther corner of the hallway to see if anyone would come. 

“(___)! Hey, it’s fine, baby. Nobody followed us. You’re safe.” Jimin entangles his fingers with you, one hand on the door handle, keeping the door a crack open. 

“We shouldn’t have come to your place.” You ignore his words. Ever since you realized the safe place Jimin told you was his own apartment which he had changed into a new one while you were gone, your unease has increased tenfold. If things went wrong, you’re putting Jimin in grave danger. But Jimin is adamant about taking you there. 

“It’s fine. C’mon,” He pushes the door open fully, steps inside. Despite your reluctance you follow his lead. Hesitantly. Slowly. Cautiously. Holding your breath. As if you expect something to jump at you. Step after a step. Through the threshold. Jimin holds the door for you. You step in. The door closes behind you. Your eyes dart around the living room. All white and soft green. Stark contrast to the black and white you saw for a year. Your eyes go over every furniture, every empty corner of the space. And you find nothing. 

Maybe you were paranoid for nothing.

Maybe you’re really okay this time. 

You let out the breath you’re holding into. 

You’re fine. You’re fine. You’re—

“Holy shit!”

The sudden voice makes you jump in your spot. 

“You didn’t lie… I thought you lost your fucking mind, Jimin.” 

You turn around faster than lightening. Your brain is on high alert. Alarms blaring. You even take a step back, ready to run away. You don’t get a chance to do that, however. Your back hits Jimin’s chest and you’re met with a very familiar face. A face you never wished to see again. Or you did but not like this.

Jung Hoseok.

No.

Your mouth goes dry. Not because you don’t want to see him but because this could mean only one thing. 

“Shit you’re alive. (___), fuck!”  Hoseok storms toward you. He doesn’t get to touch you when a second voice interrupts.

“Jesus.”

Not just your mouth but your whole body turns into a dried shriveled skin. 

Daebi.

You’re surprised how fast your eyes well with tears. 

No way. 

“(___)?” Only when Jimin talks to you that you realize that you’ve said that aloud. 

“No!” You turn around to face him. “You said you won’t . I asked you not to- why did you?” You take a step back from Jimin in disbelief. Why did you ever think that this would be a good idea? Why did you decide that you can believe Jimin? All the hope you had escapes you, leaving you weak. “No, Jimin… you said you won’t tell any—” Last bit of your words get cracked by a gut wrenching sob that you refuse to admit came from your own throat. 

Jimin’s eyes go wide. He looks around in confusion.

“(___)? What do you mean?” He tries to step closer to you. You don’t let him. “I didn’t,” He gestures around the room. “Listen, I know you might not want to see Hoseok here today,” His eyes land on the said person  briefly. “But it’s just him and he’s been worried about you. And it’s Daebi. Your best friend.” 

You want to laugh. If you aren’t crying your insides out, you could’ve done that. 

Best friend?

Your best friend?

What is Jimin thinking?

Is he really ignorant and made the mistake of letting your ex best friend know about you? Or is he playing dumb? What would he gain from doing this anyway? 

You whip your head toward the other woman in the room. You find your answer. 

Jimin is ignorant. He has no idea about what really happened. Because Daebi is the one who is playing dumb. Her eyes all wide and brows furrowed. As if she’s very confused. Not just confused. The perfect mixture of relief, confused, happy and sad at the same time. Exactly how someone would act when they see their presumably dead best friend alive again—but who refuses to see them. 

A bubble of rage sloshes inside your stomach clouding your other senses. 

Fuck this!

Fuck that bitch!

You almost take a step closer to Daebi when a knock erupts on the door. Every head in the room except Daebi’s turns toward it. Including yours. The fury you’ve been feeling morphed into a fear even before you can blink. 

It can’t be right? 

You turn to Jimin, hopefully. Maybe he’s expecting someone. Probably Nina. Yet to your utter horror he looks confused. Lines of worry etch into his forehead. 

You freeze. Completely. Your mouth suddenly tastes like acid. 

It can’t be. It can’t be. 

A beat passes without nothing happening. Then you hear the soft beeps of the keypad. Someone is entering the passcode into the lock. 

Everything happens slowly. Like you’re in a movie. Jimin takes a hurried step to block the door when it’s already too late. Hoseok follows his lead just to halt his movements  when Daebi grabs his arm. The door opens and closes like a gust of wind. And through it walks in a familiar figure. Casually. Like it’s his house. Still in the same clothes you last saw him in. 

Jungkook clicks his tongue once he’s safely inside the apartment. 

“That was too fucking easy.” He shakes his head in disappointment. 

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You watch the way he talks with Jimin as if they’re friends who’s talking about last night's football game. On the other end of that one sided talk, Jimin looks like he’s about to faint. His face is pale. 

Your legs are trembling. You can’t even bring yourself to cry. What’s the point of crying, anyway. It all has come to this. How stupid of you to think your ridiculous plan would work. That you’d be able to make a fool of Jeon Jungkook.

Yet you find your lungs squeezing painfully in fear when Jungkook finally turns his gaze toward you. His stare cold and distant. No stars in his eyes, no longing in his gaze. “And you thought you could trust them, Pretty? After everything? You thought you’re going to run into your pathetic ex and your best friend and they’d shed happy tears to see you again?”

You suck in a sharp breath. His words hit you like a slap across your face. You don’t know about Jimin. Or Hoseok. But for certain you know about Daebi. 

“H-how?” You hear Jimin almost whisper to himself. You know he had being certain that you were not being followed. This may come as such a shock to him. Not to you. Jungkook never followed you. No. There was no need to do so when he knew what’s going to happen in detail. Every miniscule detail of your plan. He knew everything because of one person. Only one.

The earlier rage returns to you tenfolds harder. 

Daebi!

That bitch!

She has to ruin it over and over again hasn’t she? 

And you’ve had enough. 

You don’t even realize what you’re doing until you turn around and storm toward Daebi in the blink of an eye. You catch the woman so off guard she does nothing but stand there when your palm lands on her face out of nowhere. So hard and powerful that even you whimper in pain at the sting in your hand. 

You ignore that, though. The way Daebi’s head snaps to the side due to the powerful movement is so satisfying. The sound of your palm slapping against her flawless skin is otherworldly. But that’s not enough. Not considering the kind of hell she had made you go through. You don’t let her prepare for your next move when you grab her long hair. Yanks her head back with it. 

“I’m gonna fucking kill you stupid bitch. I’m gonna ruin you.” You hiss through your gritted teeth while Daebi finally gets it together and starts to fight back. Not quite hitting you back but trying to escape your hold. 

“Fuck, lemme—” She starts just to howl in pain when you yanks her hair as hard as you can. You’re sure you can rip her hair off but before any of that you feel a pair of hands on you. 

“Fuck, what’s wrong with you?” You hear someone pants behind you. You thrash in the tight hold that keeps you grounded to escape and keep attacking Daebi— who’s trying to get her composure back. You must look like a mad cow. You don’t care. Daebi deserves to die. But the person who is holding you turns you around so easily. Your blood starts to boil under your skin to see that the person who stopped you is Hoseok. 

You try to escape his hold once again. Hoseok curses aloud. “Fucking hell, (___)!” He grabs your upper arms so tightly. “Stop it!” Shakes you as if to knock the words into your brain. 

Wrong move!

That’s all he gets to say and do. 

Even you gasp in surprise despite the fury inside you when Hoseok is dragged away from you. All you hear next is the painful crack of bones and the loud thud of the back of Hoseok’s head hitting the wall. 

“Get you fucking hands off her.” Jungkook barks. One of his hands on Hoseok’s throat, the other fisted and ready to blow another punch into Hoseok’s face. “I’ll fucking rip your arms and chop you into pieces you motherfucker.” Jungkook grits. His hold on Hoseok’s throat tightens and Hoseok’s face starts to turn red. He tries in vain to pry the hand on his neck. Right then Jungkook’s fist lands on his face again. 

Hoseok mewls in pain. But it does nothing to stop Jungkook. He drags his arm back and lands another painful punch.

Another crack. 

Another pained grunt. 

Another punch.

Blood starts to trickle down Hoseok’s nose first then quickly his face is just one mess of blood. Jungkook reduces him to a pulp within record time. Before any of you can even process what’s happening. Especially you. You just stand there. Horrified. Unable to move an inch, watching the godly face of your ex boyfriend turns unrecognizable. 

What snaps you out of your terrified haze is Daebi’s scream. It appears that she finally gains strength. She takes a hurried step forward. You don’t know what she’ll do anyway. It’s not like she'd be a match for Jungkook. Luckily for her, Jimin beats her to it. 

His face pale and eyes wide. Like it should be. A crazed man is killing his best friend with bare hands, after all. 

Jimin makes it to Jungkook faster than you think. He drags Jungkook back. Using Jungkook’s tshirt. You hear the sound of fabric tearing. To Jimin’s credit he manages to do it in one go. It frees Hoseok from Jungkook's death grip. He bends down, coughing and heaving for air. Blood uncontrollably falling down to the crisp floor of Jimin’s living room.

Jimin doesn’t let Jungkook prepare for what comes next before his fist flies to Jungkook’s chin. Forceful enough that Jungkook’s head snapped to the side. For a second it seems like Jimin got it under control. But what a delusional thought that is. In the next minute Jungkook dodges Jimin’s blows as if he’s a trained fighter. And that’s all it takes. One missed punch from Jimin and the control is back on Jungkook’s hand.

You yelp for the first time when Jungkoo hits Jimin across his face so hard that Jimin stumbles back. His attempts to keep his balance comes fruitless when Jungkook lands another punch. With that he lands on his back with a pained growl. 

You wonder what Jimin and Hoseok would say if they knew that this is the same kid they once beat into a bloody pulp on that cursed day. The kid who they nearly killed. The kid who laid there helpless. Well, they probably won’t believe you because this clearly isn’t that kid. 

No. That kid was dead. This is a new demon. 

And this demon is capable of more cruelty. 

And he’s angry. Not angry, he’s gone crazy. Completely. 

You know exactly what’s going inside Jungkook’s head. 

This is the same kid who lost it all because of Jimin that day. And he nearly lost it all again today because of him. 

He fucking did. If I have to make him suffer, I have all the reasons to do so.

You know what’s going to happen. Yet you do nothing but stare for another minute or so as Jungkook steps towards Jimin. His eyes are burning with anger. If a look could kill, Jimin would be dead so long ago. Jungkook walks up to him slowly. Too slowly for your liking. Like a predator about to charge on his prey. 

You keep watching. Watch and watch. Then Jungkook springs to action and you snap out of your haze. At the same time Jungkook grabs a white vase on a sideboard, you take a step. 

“No!” You scream which falls into deaf ears. Jungkook smashes the vase on the tabletop. Most of the shattered pieces clunk to the floor but one large piece with a sharp edge remains in his hand. You swear you do your best to sprint toward Jungkook and stop him. Apparently it’s not enough, though. 

You stop dead in your tracks when Jungkook lunges at Jimin who’s trying to get up. He pushes Jimin back into the floor with a hand clutching to Jimin’s shirt collar. You don’t know who screamed louder next. You or Jimin. Probably you because what Jimin lets out is a howl in pain as the broken piece of the vase pierced into his shoulder. 

“Fuck!” Jimin grits his teeth, trying to pry away the man on top of him despite the pain. Jungkook doesn’t even budge. He pulls the piece of ceramic away, making Jimin groan again. 

“It’s all because of you.” Jungkook’s mumble is hysterical. “If it weren’t for you, she would’ve been mine long ago. You fucking ruined it. And you had to ruin it now too? You fucking bastard!” He stabs Jimin’s shoulder again. This time a new spot. He pushes the sharp edge deeper into Jimin’s skin and flesh. Twists. The scream Jimin lets out is inhuman. You’ve only heard such an agonizing sound one time in your life. Jungkook pulls his makeshift weapon out. Shakes Jimin’s head by yanking him with his shirt. “You didn’t give a fuck about her all these time and now you want to play hero?” This time Jungkook doesn’t stab Jimin. Instead, he just pierce his skin slightly above his upper arm then starts dragging the pointed end down. Tearing Jimin’s clothing and his skin. 

Jimin’s back arches. He is covered in blood now. His white shirt is almost fully drenched in crimson. His face is the color of ash. 

“You wanted to take her away from me? I’d like to see you try, Park Jimin… I’d like to see you try.” Jungkook cuts Jimin’s arm from his shoulder to his elbow. Pulls the weapon up. Stabs again. And again. 

You don’t hear what else Jungkook says. 

He is going to kill Jimin.

Because of you.

You dragged him into this. 

The fact Jungkook is about to send him to the god is enough proof that Jimin isn’t a part of any of this. He’s an innocent, unfortunate soul that happened to get caught up in this mess.

Because of you. 

You need to do something. Something to save him. 

You let your body decide the next moves. It’s like you’re not living in this moment. Like you’re watching a movie. 

You let your legs carry you to the crazed man twisting his blood covered white piece of glass in one of Jimin’s wounds. You don’t know what Hosoek or Daebi is doing. Have no idea why Hoseok isn’t saving his friend. Maybe Hoseok has no energy. Or maybe he’s a coward. Or an asshole. 

Whatever the answer could be, you don’t even try to see where they are. You make a beeline to Jungkook. Fall to your knees. Then without even you knowing it, you’re doing your best to drag him away from Jimin. Cries after pathetic cries leave your mouth. 

“No, please stop it.” 

Jungkook doesn’t even look at you. 

“Please Jungkook.”

Nothing. Even Jimin's screams have turned into weak whimpers. 

“Jungkook, baby, please…”

That word always worked. Not now. 

It’s not working. No matter how hard you try or how hard you cry. 

You fall back to the floor. Body limp. Tears make your sight blurry. 

You have to do something.

You look around aimlessly. With no purpose. Catch a glimpse of Daebi tending to Hoseok. You pay no attention to them. Scan across the room. Until your eyes land on the remaining pieces of the shattered vase. 

You stare at them emptily for a millisecond before something clicks in your hazy mind. 

You have to do something.

You hurry to crawl across the room toward the broken pieces. Ignore your trembling hands as you pick up a piece big enough. 

You have to stop Jungkook. 

You need to stop this madness. 

The only way to do that is to take the cause of this madness away. 

You push the sharp edge of the ceramic piece to your neck. It feels rough on your skin. Certainly not suitable to hurt someone. You don’t know how Jungkook is doing it. Doesn’t matter. If he can, then you can too. Enough force will make the rough edge sink into your flesh. You press a little harder. It finally stings. 

“I’ll kill myself if you don’t stop!” That voice can’t be yours. It comes from a distance. It sounds too unfamiliar. “Jeon Jungkook! I’ll fucking kill myself.” Yet it’s your voice and the second time it comes even louder. 

And it works. 

Jungkook freezes midway. His head snaps to you. You visibly witness the way the madness in his eyes turns into panic in a flash. 

You don’t know what convinced him that you’d actually do it. Maybe it’s the look in your eyes. Or it’s his instincts. Because you’re going to do it. 

As the rough edge of the porcelain presses harder into your throat and the more it stings, you feel powerful. For the first time after years, you feel as if you have control. And even if it means your death, you’ll hold on to it. In the end, you no longer care. Everything has gone wrong anyway. What’s the point of keeping struggling anymore?

You keep your eyes on Jungkook. Threatening. A silent promise that you’ll do it. 

You can’t believe that you’ve never tried this method before. You know you’re Jungkook’s biggest weakness. You always knew that. Still you never tried anything this way. 

Jungkook won’t survive without you. 

That’d be too much pain. 

Jungkook raises to his feet slowly, finally abandoning the bleeding Jimin. You keep your ground. You want to look smug now that you have the control. You want to smile now that you’re the one who’s playing the game. But you’re doing neither. The only thing you’re doing is tearing up even more. Crying and hurting yourself. 

“Pretty…” Jungkook whispers breathlessly.

“Drop it.” You sob. 

Jungkook wastes no time. He drops the bloodied ceramic down to the floor even before the words leave your mouth properly. 

“There you go. Now put it down.” He raises his arms, as if to show you that he’s surrendered. You don’t listen to him. Why would you when you can play some more. “Pretty? Put it down, baby.” Jungkook repeats. This time more stern. He takes a step towards you. You take a step back, without surrendering. 

You have no intention of complying. You’ve complied with him for far too long. Look where it got you. One of your friends is practically dying on the floor. Your ex has a ruined face. You may hate him with a passion but that doesn’t entitle Jungkook to beat him. No. That’s way too much control. 

You’ll actually kill yourself. 

You press harder. 

This time it actually pierces your skin. A pained gasp escapes your mouth. That’s all it takes for Jungkook. He storms toward you without giving you time to act upon. Before you know it, he has your hand pushed away from your neck. A tight grip on your wrist and a twist makes the piece of shattered vase drop from your hold. 

Like that you’re no longer in control. Again.

“You’re being an ungrateful bitch again (___).” Jungkook hisses. You can smell blood on him. Jimin’s blood. Your stomach sloshes. You might throw up all over him. Jungkook lets go of your hand to grab your face, smearing all the blood on your face. God, you’ll throw up. “You’re ready to kill yourself for him?” Jungkook chuckles. Manic. Hysteric. 

You don’t answer. You stand there boneless in his grip. 

“And after everything I did for you, you still want to leave me?” Jungkook’s voice drops into a whisper. “You think these people want you back in their life?” He rests his forehead against you. For some unexplainable reason, his words sting so bad. A pain raises its head among the fear and disgust you’re feeling. “But I think I might be cursed because I love you even when you’re so stupid and ungrateful.” He sighs heavily. As if he’s revelling in the feeling of being so close to you again.

And you like it. 

Why are you enjoying it? Why does it give you hope? The disgust and fear is still there but deep down, in some sick part, you like that he’s still down for you. 

Why? What’s wrong with you?

“I told you this already, baby. You’ll never escape me.” 

I’ll fucking live inside your head, I’ll fucking burn myself into you. You. Are. Never. Going to escape me.

There goes your answer. He’s already in your head. Etched deep in your skin. Engraved in every cell in your body. He has you where exactly he wants you. It’s already too late. 

You can’t escape him. You’ll go back to him even if he never chases you up. 

You’re such an idiot to try this. All it does is make your friends—or the friend, suffer. 

Jungkook smirks. Like he knows what you’re thinking. 

“You hear me? You’re fucking stuck with me. If you want to end this so badly, I’ll kill you baby. I will kill you. I will. Never again try to harm what’s mine.” With that he pulls away. Beats a second. Then his lips are on yours. You let him. Even when you taste blood on him. You let the taste of him invade your taste buds. You let him deepen the kiss. 

The kiss doesn’t last much long. He pulls away slowly. That manic look back in his eyes. He steps away from you. Slowly. You don’t know what he’ll do next. Go back to finish his job? What will you do to stop him next?

How pathetic are you?

He bends down. Picks up the same ceramic piece you used to hold against your own neck. He doesn’t break eye contact as he does that. 

He’s going to kill Jimin. 

Jungkook takes a step back. Painfully slowly. Another.. And another. Then right at the time you think he lunges back at Jimin, he turns to his right. Just within a quick blink of an eye, he yanks Daebi—who’s standing there helping Hosoek to keep his balance—to him. Daebi’s back pressed against his chest. One arm curled around her neck. Other one pressing the damn ceramic above her chest. 

Daebi lets out a shrill scream. Hoesok takes a hurried step, his attempt of trying to catch his girlfriend turning embarrassingly null. 

“Fucking stay where you are.” Jungkook shouts, making Hoseok stop dead. “Don’t test me.” Still Jungkook adds. 

“Fuck!” Hoseok curses quietly , his arms going up in the air. “It’s okay, baby. It’s okay.” He mutters to Daebi who’s the same color as the porcelain Jungkook is pressing against her chest. 

How romantic? 

You want to laugh. Yet you don’t. Because Jungkook’s eyes are back on you. He ignores Hosoek. 

“Do you want this, pretty?” He smirks menacingly. “This bitch stole your boyfriend.” Daebi gasps while Hoseok winces. “And she conspired behind your back to get rid of you. You would want her to suffer, wouldn’t you?” Jungkook starts to slowly take his hand down. The dull end of the ceramic scratches over Daebi’s t-shirt. Stops above her stomach.

She grunts, thrashing on Jungkook’s hold. Obviously not succeeding even a little bit. 

“Say the word, baby. You know I’ll do it. Trust me it’ll feel good. She deserves it.” 

“No. Fuck, no!” Daebi’s panicked eyes land on you. So do Hosoek’s. Hoseok turns them back to Jungkook rather quickly. He takes another stupid step up.

“Listen man—”

“Stay where you are.” Jungkook doesn’t  even spare a glance at him. Only presses his weapon more to his victim and Hoseok has no other choice but to play it cautiously. 

You watch everything without even moving a finger. Suddenly you feel so numb. Probably the effects of crying so much. Yet you haven’t stopped crying. Tears are still flowing over. Among all that, however, you feel strangely numb. Detached. 

“Say the word, pretty.” Jungkook speaks to you again. “Maybe you’ll understand what I’ll do for you then. You’ll finally see how much I love you. Maybe you’ll love me back, pretty.” He suddenly starts to sound dreamy. “Won’t you, pretty? You’ll love me if I kill her for you.” He tilts his head to the side. Waits patiently for your answer. 

Your answer!

He wants you to say yes so he can kill someone. 

Isn’t that crazy? 

Love?

He believes that killing someone would make you love him. 

Isn’t that funny?

Isn’t it funny how Daebi is finally at a place where you used to be? Panicked. Horrified. Tearing up. 

Her thrashing and struggling has turned hysterical. You don’t really hear what she’s saying, though. Hoseok has started talking again too. You can see his mouth moving and the way Jungkook is glaring at him like a wild animal. Yet you don’t hear what Hoseok is saying. 

The poor man is trying to save his girlfriend.

Isn’t it funny he wasn’t there to save you back then?

Isn’t it funny how the tables have turned. 

It’s too funny to be able to keep them all bottled up. You can’t help the way your lips quiver, nor can you help the bubble of laughter build in your throat. You swear you don’t want to laugh. Still despite your struggle, a scary chuckle leaves your mouth. And the room falls into a silence of disbelief. 

Jungkook looks at you in admiration.

Your chuckle blows into a laughter. 

Hosoek looks at you with pure disgust.

You bend down while laughing hard. 

Daebi starts to thrash again after a minute of stunned silence. 

You don’t want to laugh.

Revenge is a sweet word. It gives you comfort. Yet hurting someone isn’t on your list. Not yet at least. Maybe you’re walking toward that. Maybe you’ve finally lost your mind. 

Whatever the reason could be, Jungkook takes that as a yes.

“There you go, princess. Knew you’d want that.” His voice oozes liquid venom. 

“No. Listen…” Hoseok starts but his voice gets drowned by Daebi’s yelling. 

“No… Fuck you, Jeon Jungkook. Fucking psycho. You’re a fucking psycho. You both are…. Let me go… let me…(___)!!” She looks at you. You sober up. “You bitch! I didn’t do anything, you know? You deserve that shit. You always have been a crazy bitch and you were making Hoseok’s life fuckin miserable. I did all of us a favor.” She stops her struggle for a brief second. “You two get along well, don’t you think? You both are fucking psychos after all.” Her words fall into an utterly silent room. Shocked. Not you. Not Jungkook. But Hosoek. He even takes a step back. 

“W-what?” He looks at you, then back at Daebi. 

Daebi realized her mistake but it’s already too late. This time it’s Jungkook who laughs. An honest laugh. From the depth of his heart. 

“No.I—” Daebi starts just to be cut off by Jungkook. 

“That’s on you.” He says to Daebi. “See man,” Turns to Hoseok. “Two faced, lying bitches like your girlfriend deserves to die, anyway. But,” He presses the broken ceramic more to Daebi’s flesh over clothing. “I’ll do it this way. I mean, don’t get me wrong because she’s gonna suffer but I’ll let her live.” Hoseok almost lets out a breath in relief. Almost. “But,” Jungkook returns his gaze to you. “You’ll let us walk away peacefully” 

The words hang heavy in the air. No one says anything. Just Daebi’s whimpers. 

Hoseok waits a moment before taking a slow step back even when he had heard the truth. Through Daebi’s mouth. 

Of course.

Of fucking course.

Not that you expected anything else anyway. 

Honestly, you don’t care about Jungkook taking you away again either. 

Jungkook hums in satisfaction. 

Daebi relaxes. She probably forgot the last few words of Jungkook. Just as she lets her guard down, Jungkook stabs her side. Daebi’s scream pierces your eardrums. 

“No!” Hoseok lunges forward despite his state. Before he can make it toward them, Jungkook manages to stab Daebi’s side once more. Her angry yellings turn into sobs and apologies. 

You know that Hoseok could’ve at least made Jungkook’s task a bit harder. But what stops Jungkook isn’t Hoseok. It’s the sudden bang. All of your heads snap to the direction. The sound has come from the front door. It has collided with the wall. 

Through the now open door emerges a figure. Then two. Three. 

Blue clothing. 

Yellow vests. 

Badges. 

Holding guns in their outstretched hands. 

Pointing them toward Jungkook. 

The police. 

No!

Your head starts throbbing as if it’s about to explode. Panic settles in you like a wildfire, spreading into every nerve. 

No, no, no. 

Jimin promised you.

Did he lie to you?

Then you get your answer. 

Hoseok uses the moment of distraction to pull wounded Daebi away from Jungkook. Or it’s more of Jungkook letting her go willingly. 

“Fuck you, motherfucker.” He curses aloud once his girlfriend is out of the grasp of Jungkook. “Let’s see how you get away with that.” 

And you notice the phone in Hoseok’s hand. He called the police. In another time, you would’ve reeled with fury. Not now. Not when your priorities lay somewhere else. 

You begin to feel everything back again. Anxiety rockets higher through the roof. You break into a sprint. Straight toward Jungkook. Nothing else matters. 

“Freeze.” Someone shouts. 

You ignore that as you stop in front of Jungkook. You’re shaking your head almost furiously. Jungkook returns his attention to you from the intruders. Slowly. Calmly. Too calmly. 

“I didn’t–” You stutter. “I didn’t- I swear, I never- I didn’t know–” 

“I know.” Jungkook whispers. You grab his blood covered hands willingly this time. In your peripheral you see someone rushing to Jimin. 

“Drop the weapon.” It’s all one loud noise. 

You squeeze Jungkook’s hands. 

“We-we have to run, right? We’re going to escape and, and…” You look around you frantically. There must be another door. Or you can make it to the door. 

A siren starts blaring in the distance. 

Fuck! Are you being surrounded?

No… this isn’t what you wanted in the slightest. 

Fresh waves of tears break apart from you, leaving you a trembling, sobbing mess. 

“We can fight, right?” You pull at his hands. A movement behind him catches your attention. Someone is nearing him with the metal muzzle pointed at Jungkook. You feel as if the whole world is about to snap in half. “Right?” You urge Jungkook. He’s eerily quiet. And before he can answer you, the person who came behind him yanks his hands away from your grasp. 

“Step away from the suspect, ma’am.”

No way!

You clutch his face in the absence of his hands. “Kook!” The fact he isn’t talking to you is eating you up from inside. “Please, fight!” You feel like your heart is being squeezed by an invisible hand. “God, no.” You turn to the person behind him, who’s now busy handcuffing Jungkook. “He didn’t do anything.” You almost rush to the policeman, so ready to fight him physically when Jungkook finally speaks. 

“It’s okay, Pretty.” He coaxes. 

You stare at him with teary eyes. “No, please… Yo-u c-can fight’em o-off.” Sobs break your voice. 

“Listen to me.” Some urgency leaks into his voice. Probably because the person behind him has started to pull him back. Away from you. You clung to Jungkook even more. As if he’s your breath. 

“No, please… leave him be.” You cry. Nobody gives a fuck. And to your utter horror, you feel a pair of hands wrap around you and start yanking you away from Jungkook as well. “No,no,no…”

“Pretty, listen to me!” Jungkook raises his voice. You stop struggling for a second. Apparently, that’s enough for him. His voice drops down into a whisper again. “Will you ever love me?” 

You still. 

What is he even asking? This isn’t the time for this.

“C’mon, pretty. Give me hope!” For the first time since you ever met him, Jungkook sounds broken. Utterly, Irreparably, distraught. “Give me hope to keep going on for you. Will I ever be enough?” 

It hits you. 

You’ll never escape me. 

He promised you, after all. He’ll find you again. You can’t escape him. All you have to do is give him hope. 

You take a deep breath. Nod. Once. Twice. Then you’re nodding like a broken doll. 

“Good!”

That’s all Jungkook is able to say before the damn policeman succeeds in dragging him away. Your heart wrenching cries do nothing to stop them. Your attempts at going after him come futile due to the hands that are holding you tight. 

No matter how hard you struggle you don’t manage to move an inch. Jungkook keeps looking back at you. His face is still calm. Hurt yes, but calm, nonetheless. He doesn’t put up a fight at all. He keeps his eyes on you until the very last step. Until he disappears through the threshold. 

You fall into your knees. 

And everything turns dark. 

……………..

Five hours ago. 

“Gimme an address, Daebi. You don’t want me as your enemy..” Jungkook bellows into the phone. Even without seeing, he knows Daebi flinches. 

“Fuck you, Jungkook.” Yet she has the guts to yell back. “You weren’t supposed to call me ever again.” She grits. “We had a deal in case you’ve forgotten. I can’t believe you’re making the same mistake all over again. You had her and you let this happen? You let her go? What a fucking loser you are.” 

“For fucks sake!” Jungkook shouts through the top of his lungs before he catches himself. A deep breath and he lowers his voice. You’re in the bathroom. He can’t afford to let you overhear this conversation. “Give me a damn place, D. You know I’m not going to sit back. This is your last fucking chance or you’ll have to explain to you petty boyfriend why you ever had any contact with the person who kidnapped his beloved ex. It’d wreck him, wouldn’t it?” 

A silence. 

He knows he just hit a nerve. A deep insecurity instilled within Daebi. 

“Wow!” She exclaims after a second. “That’s low even for you.” 

“I don’t care about being low. I’d fucking do it.” 

Daebi sighs heavily. Jungkook hears a low curse as well. Something suspiciously sounds like ‘son of a bitch’. 

He doesn’t care, though. As long as he gets the work done, he’s fine. 

“Fine.” At last she agrees, reluctantly. “This is the last time, Jeon. And give me some time. The bastard hasn't mentioned a thing about meeting (___) to us.” She refers to her friend. 

Park fucking Jimin. 

The devil who came to ruin it all for Jungkook. Not once but twice. He should’ve taken care of the sleazy thing a long ago. 

Mistake number one. 

Of course, he hasn't told Daebi anything. But Jungkook knows he told someone. He saw Jimin practically yelling through his phone last week. He told someone who’s not Daebi. Maybe, Hoseok?

Daebi shouldn’t trust them. People shouldn’t trust other people so much. 

Not even the person who they love so much. Like how Hoseok shouldn’t trust Daebi either. Like how Jungkook shouldn’t have trusted you. 

Mistake number two. 

He knew he fucked up the moment he saw you with Jimin the day you went out for the first time. Just staring at each other. What a cruel destiny that the bastard has to be in the same place as you are on the same day? 

Jungkook should’ve dragged you away despite all your protests after he caught you chitchatting with a stranger. 

Mistake number three.

You’re his weakness after all. He can’t help but give the things you want. 

Jungkook has wanted to storm toward you and kill Jimin right then and there. He was milliseconds away from doing it. But then you’ve asked him to trust you. And he had become the idiot who thought he might give it a try. Trusting. He had wanted to know what you’d do. 

Would you choose him?

Would you choose to stay?

So he had turned a blind eye. Had pretend that he didn’t notice a thing. Ever since that day, he’s been watching you like a hawk. You every moment. Anticipating.

Daebi is so right to say that it’s Jungkook’s fault. Even at this moment he can easily stop you from leaving the apartment once again. Cancel the date and keep you all to himself. Easy. 

The thing is, however, after the stunt you pulled, you deserve a good lesson. So does Park Jimin. Jungkook has to make sure this never happens again. Hence his reasons to go along with your stupid plan—whatever it is— like an idiot. 

It’ll pay off. He knows it will. 

“Good. You have an hour.” 

With that Jungkook hangs up.

You’ve always meant to be his. His and his only. Nothing is going to change that. 

You will never escape him.

He will always find a way.

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Another Time || Jungkook x reader | soulmate au || @jkwrites-m

Summary: When Y/N and Jungkook begin sharing vivid dreams of each other, their connection feels too real to ignore. When tragedy from a past life begins bleeding into the present, they’re forced to unravel the mystery of love, betrayal, and fate.

In love with love (with you) || Jungkook x reader | office!au | coworkers!au | frenemies to lovers | idiots to lovers | kind of childhood friends to lovers || @pantoneyoongi

Summary: you’re a romantic. jungkook? jungkook is not. 

Something about you || teacher!JK and researcher!OC | friends au | vacation au | semi slow burn a | romcom-ish vibe || @ahundredtimesover

Summary: You and Jungkook have been friends for a decade. And while he’s the charming and dependable, often reserved boy-next-door, he’s also just been a friend - a constant in your life, a part of a whole, and someone who’s seen all the flawed and probably unattractive sides of you.

A resumption of your friend group’s out-of-town trips has caused you to spend more time with him. And somewhere in between the morning coffee in the forest, running around in the snow, and watching the sunset on a boat, he’s become something more. And you’re not quite sure how to deal with it.

One-shot...

Bridges we almost burned || jungkook x reader || @kooffeecup

Summary: when you see your boyfriend giving ride to the new intern frequently because he thinks it’s convenient, something snaps inside you.

The Grumpy Girlfriend Protection Program || sunshine bf x grumpy gf | office worker! reader x veterinary student! jungkook || @jincapableoflove

Summary: Jeon Jungkook has always been the sunshine in every room; warm, kind, and completely oblivious to danger. Luckily, you, his grumpy, overprotective girlfriend have made it your personal mission to keep him safe. But when the threat shifts to you instead, Jungkook proves that even sunshine can scorch—and for you, he’d burn.

Beneath His Love || Two-Shot | yandere!jungkook x reader || @ctrlsht

Summary: Jeon Jungkook was once just a foreign high school friend until he disappeared without a word after graduation. Years later, he came back, not just to reconnect, but to claim a place in your life as your lover. To everyone else, your relationship is something out of a fairytale, the kind others envy. And for a while, you believed it too until the mask he wore began to slip, revealing a side of him you never saw coming.

Married for 7 days. || bf!Jungkook x gf!Reader || @kooklovee

Summary: Matching rings and a joke—your boyfriend says you're married. What he didn’t expect is for you to play along the whole trip... And the more you pretend...the less it feels like a game.

Higher power || brother's best friend jungkook x reader || @jiminrings

Summary: waiting for jungkook to love again doesn't guarantee you a permanent romantic spot in his life, even if you've been in love with him the longest.

alternatively, you promised yourself to keep confessing to jungkook, your brother's best friend, every year until you turn twenty-eight.

Somehow you || nerd!jungkook x reader || @timelessjk

Summary: he was the quiet one in class. the type who never talked unless called on, who looked at the world from behind thick-rimmed glasses and stayed out of everyone’s way. you? you were the girl everyone knew. the one who never let anyone in. you weren’t looking for connection, and he wasn’t the kind to ask for it. but still… he did. and somehow, it worked.

heajix || alien!jungkook x reader || @httpjeon

Summary: you find yourself on palacios, home to the sehebon. unfortunately, it’s not by choice and you quickly realize how deadly the planet is.

After the bell || illegal boxer Jeon Jungkook x Bookie F!reader || @jeonluvz

Summary: run the books in the backroom—dirty bets, dirty money, dirtier deals. On paper, everything looks clean. But anyone who matters knows better. They think you’re in it for the cash. Only Jungkook knows the truth: you’re not betting on the fight—you’re betting on him. You wear his old jacket like it means something, posted up ringside with that blank stare that makes men nervous. But when he wins, you slip through the back and let him have you however he wants. Because the real score? It ain’t the payout. It’s his name being attached to you.

That kiss || Two-Shot | bestfriend jungkook x reader || @aurora-writesjjk

Summary: two best friends fake-date for a wedding, but one unexpected kiss sparks real feelings, jealousy, and a confession that changes everything.

Black ribbon bride || Two-Shot | Mafia!jungkook x reader | Mafia AU | Dark Romance | Forced Marriage || @youthguk

Summary: “I want this one,”he said, eyes on you like a predator. A marriage sealed in diamonds and blood. You were supposed to hate him, but monsters don’t let go of the things they’ve claimed.

Love me, even if I don’t deserve it || fuckboy jungkook x reader || @dailynnt

Summary: He didn’t believe in love. You wasn’t looking for a one-night stand. But sex became a trap. Feelings a mistake. Jungkook thought he could keep you, even when he kept disappearing whenever he wanted. You stayed, until got tired of waiting. And when you left — he finally understood what losing truly means. He wants you back. Not just your body — your heart. This is a story about passion, pain, and a second chance…

Strawberry sunset || werewolf!jungkook x reader | harry potter au | best friends au || @sunflowercds

Summary: it’s seventh year. your last year at hogwarts! it’s the year for wrapping things up as you begin to make plans for the future… however, you find yourself doing the complete opposite, and your life begins to unravel before your very eyes. oh, how things take a turn for the worst.

alternative summary: tell me, do you believe in right person, wrong time?

Trophy boy || bestfriend!jungkook x reader || @dumpywrites