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You knew walking into this party that whatever you were going to wear wasn’t “frat party” worthy. The graphic tee you sported gave you a few compliments from other girls when you walked through the door. You could feel your nerves drumming against your body as if in sync with the loud music. Your eyes scan the sea of party goers, majority in which you had not a clue who they were.

“You aren’t going?” you recall asking your cousin hesitantly. She had placed lipgloss onto your lips and instructed you to rub them in.

 You hoped your cousin would change her mind and not leave you alone, knowing that nothing would happen between you and Jungkook if she was around. It was growing harder to even look at yourself in the mirror, let alone her, after what you and Jungkook had done earlier. Your thighs clenched at just the thought of his fingers plunged deep inside of you.

“No, I have an event, remember?” your cousin shakes her head. She looked at you and offered a smile. “Make sure you have fun, okay? Live a little.”

The music is blaring and the home is entirely crowded, seas of people all around mingling - some dancing, some cheering as others chug down beer.

You told Jungkook you’d meet him here instead of him coming to get you. It wouldn’t be odd for the two of you to enter together. You’re sure no one would bat an eye, either way. Yet, you couldn’t face him just yet without your mind wandering to places they shouldn’t.

 Now you’re unsure if you’d ever be able to find Jungkook here at all.

Instead, it’s Jungkook who finds you. You stick out, but not in the normal way. Instead of going to you when he initially caught you walking through the front door, he decided on watching you. Your legs look so soft and long, the jean skirt short and tight. He remembers this skirt, he notes, as it belonged to your cousin. The shirt is equally tight and a bit cropped, your lower back peaking through as he watches you stroll between the sea of bodies like a hawk.

You stuck out simply because you kept to yourself. You didn’t speak to anyone besides the small nods and a few inaudible, “thanks” you give to other women who compliment you. 

You don’t grab a drink. You don’t dance.

It’s utterly noticeable that you’re unsure what to do. This is your first party, after all, and it’s far too noticeable.

“I’m glad you made it.” 

You feel a hand on your waist, warm breath tickling your ear. 

“I was suspecting you were going to bail on me.” Jungkook’s fingers tap along your waist as he tugs you along with him as he walks. He doesn’t say ‘excuse me’ as he walks through the crowd of people, but they move automatically as he and you walk by. He leads you to the kitchen where it’s less crowded, but a game of beer pong is being played. 

“Want a drink?” Jungkook questions.

Jungkook’s cologne hits your nose because of how close he is. Your heart jolts as your eyes connect with his. He stares intently at you, awaiting for your response. “No pressure.” he murmurs, a small smirk forming onto his lips. “We have juice.”

You blink, snapping out of whatever trance you were placed upon. “I’ll have whatever you’re having.” you say quickly, your body warming with embarrassment. “I thought about bailing.” you admit.

Jungkook raises a brow. He goes towards the long island where an array of drinks are sat. You’ve never seen so many different varieties of alcohol all at once. “Is that so?” he asks. He grasps a clear plastic cup from a stack besides an opened bottle of apple juice. “What changed your mind?” he questions.

You watch as Jungkook rounds the island and lowers his body for a few seconds before emerging with ice now inside said plastic cup. He then grasps the nearest alcohol drink he could grasp - rum. 

“I…” you shrug your shoulders. “...just wanted to have fun.”

Jungkook glances up at you. He was a pro at this, you think, not spilling any of the clear liquid as he poured it into your cup. Then, he offers you a grin. “I’m glad. I’ll make sure you have a lot of fun.”

Jungkook hands you back your drink before you have time to process that he’s poured something else inside of it. It had to be juice, you think, grabbing it from his tattooed hand hesitantly. 

“And who’s this?”

Just as you bring the rim to your lips, an arm wraps around Jungkook. You recognize him as one of Jungkook’s friends.

“Tae,” Jungkook nods. “this is Y/N.”

“Y/N…Y/N!” Taehyung offers a smile. His eyes widen with realization. “So you’re the baby cousin.”

You scoff. “Yeah.” you murmur. You take a sip of the drink and hum. You’re surprised that it didn’t taste bad - or too strong. 

“Are you here alone?” Taehyung questions. “Or did she come with you? Any friends?”

You shake your head. “She’s net-”

“-working?” Taehyung finishes your sentence for you and laughs. Under his own gaze, you feel your cheeks warm. “She’s always doing that, isn’t she? I’m glad you came.”

Jungkook feels his friend remove his arm from his shoulder. Taehyung goes to pour himself a drink, only he pours an array of shots, using the display of neon shot glasses on the table. 

“Did you come to have fun?” Taehyung questions, glancing up at you.

Your hand squeezes the drink in your hand slightly. Taehyung is handsome, you note, dark brown hair that appears to be styled professionally, yet so simply natural. He holds your eyes long enough for you to feel yourself blush in embarrassment.

Jungkook glances from you to his friend, a slight tilt to his head.

“Y-Yeah.” you murmur, nodding slightly. “I’ve never been to a party like this before.”

Jungkook feels like he’s been given a back seat to it all. He watches the way you and Taehyung interact. He watches the way his friend passes you the shot and laughs when your face scrunches with disgust, but nonetheless you laugh along with him.

Jungkook watches it all, he notes. The way your once tense shoulders relax and you laugh just as loud as everyone else. You hadn’t cared about if you were being watched yourself because you were having fun.

Even when you all moved towards the crowded patio, you laughed and cheered along with Taehyung during a game of beer pong. He allows you to, finding that he liked watching you like this. Open. Carefree. 

What Jungkook didn’t like was the way his friend held your hips as he assisted you in a game of pool. He had gone to get a beer and returned to watch the scene unfold. You’re none the wiser under Taehyung’s predatory gaze. You were a lamb in front of a salivating wolf that wants to pounce, but decides against it.

Jungkook leans against the wall, taking a sip of his beer as you now lean against the pool table. You’re facing Taehyung, your face dangerously close to him.

There’s a quick moment in which Jungkook’s eyes meet with Taehyung’s. His friend’s eyes flicker upwards and find him, even with the amount of people around. Everyone is in their own world, but it’s as though his friend knew exactly where to look to catch sight of him.

It isn’t a secret - to his group of friends, at least - what Jungkook does with you. They don’t judge him. They don’t blame him, either. Jungkook was a man just as they were, and sometimes men had their own reasonings for why they do the things they do. Their reasoning doesn’t have to be right, but it’s understood without having to be said.

What Taehyung is telling Jungkook now with just a simple look is simple; ‘if you don’t, I will’.

“You smell so good~” Taehyung chuckles, his lips stretching into a smile, showcasing a row of pearly white teeth. “What’s wrong?”

Your body is radiating heat you aren’t sure is possible. You feel Taehyung’s hand lift your chin upwards, his head tilted just a bit. He studies you, eyes taking in each outline of your face - the curve of your lips, the arch in your eyebrows. 

“W-What do you mean?” you swallow. 

“You look nervous.” murmurs Taehyung. It’s surprising you could hear him at all in here, but you blocked out the surrounding people like background noise. “Like you’ve never been this close to a man.”

“I have!” you exclaim quickly and in defense. 

Taehyung snickers. He notices the way your eyes flash with slight annoyance. “Oh, really?” he responds. “Like Kook?”

“Wh…what?” you blink a few times and shake your head softly. “What are…why would you say that?”

Taehyung finds you cute. The way you stutter as if what you and Jungkook do behind closed doors isn’t obvious. Maybe it was because he knew his friends - and the way he was glaring daggers at him. He didn’t have to look his way to know. 

“Why not? Is it a,” Taehyung leans even closer to you. His breath tickles your skin. You smell the alcohol and in a way, it has your stomach churning (in a good way). “secret?” he whispers the last part.

Your heart jolts at the split second that Taehyung’s eyes flicker from your eyes to your lips. His hand lets go of your chin, but it slides down your neck. His thumb rubs along your throat that has a shiver running up your spine. 

“There’s nothing going on between us.” you manage to say boldly just as Taehyung’s dark eyes meet yours.

You contemplate if this was wrong - at least the less tipsy part of your mind. You couldn’t admit to Taehyung that you and your cousin’s boyfriend had something going on. If you weren’t so naive, you wouldn't believe that he didn’t already know. 

Yet, whatever you and Jungkook did have wasn’t anything you could further pursue. He wasn’t a single man and what you and he already did had since gone too far. 

“Prove it, then.” Taehyung’s nose glides against yours. His lips are slightly parted when he speaks. “I forgot that you’re young…you probably shouldn’t be here now.”

“I’m not that young.” you protest, swallowing. “I know what I’m doing.”

“Yeah?” Taehyung hums.

“Yeah.” you respond, and without thinking you limit the distance between you and Taehyung.

Your glossy lips press against his own and immediately, Taehyung groans into it as if he’s been waiting for this moment. In a way, he has. He himself was quite interested upon knowing about the younger cousin; someone he always saw with her head in a book. To the untrained eye, Jungkook looked like the caring older student who took you under his wing because of your relationship with his girlfriend. To any man watching, Jungkook was just like the rest of them; a predator watching their prey right before they pounced. 

Jungkook, unlike most predators, just had more patience.

Your hand reaches out for Taehyung’s shirt. Your fingers dig into the fabric and bring him closer to you. He doesn’t hesitate. His hand cups your neck fully to keep you right in place as his tongue greedily forces its way into your mouth.

The kiss is hot and messy, full of drunken need that Taehyung isn’t aware was there until now. He presses himself against you, your breast against his own chest, your ass now fully on the pool table but it’d be a lie to say if either of you cared right now.

There’s a throbbing that shoots right between your legs and your mind ignores the faint screaming of your sober mind to stop this. People were looking - not in disgust or scandal. This was normal to them.

You feel Taehyung shove himself away from you before you could react. Your eyes flutter open, your cheeks warming up when you realize Jungkook is now in front of you. His eyes are hard and piercing down right at you. 

“I’m taking you home.” Jungkook grumbles. His tattooed hand snatches you harshly by your bicep and he yanks you off of the pool table.

Taehyung licks his lips of your flavored gloss. He doesn’t fight Jungkook. ‘If you don’t, I will.’ Is what Taehyung’s eyes had told his younger friend, and Jungkook heeded the warning. 

“What are you doing?!” you hiss, attempting to pull yourself away from Jungkook’s grasp. 

“Are you suddenly hard of hearing?” Jungkook hisses back. “I’m taking you home.”

“I don’t want to go.” 

This time you do manage to get lost from Jungkook, but it results in you nearly falling right into Taehyung. There’s more eyes on you, the music changing to something more upbeat. 

“You’ve had too much to drink.” Jungkook’s eyes glare at you then flicker to his friend. “Find your own way home.”

“Already planned on it.” Taehyung flashes Jungkook a knowing grin. 

“What? No!” you shake your head. You manage to balance yourself. “I want to stay-”

“And do what?” Jungkook spats. He wasn’t going to do this with you here. “Get fucked in front of everyone like some type of whore?”

Jungkook didn’t mean that.

The sight of you kissing Taehyung so freely had Jungkook’s blood running cold. He could’ve stopped it sooner, but he hadn’t. Instead, he remained in the corner and stood witness to how far you’d take it. He hadn’t expected you to be the one to initiate the kiss, and the sight of his friend's possessive hand upon you had sent him in a rage.

“Fuck. You.” you push past Jungkook and people that were now surrounding you two. Your throat aches, and that only meant one thing.

Jungkook takes a deep breath. He follows after you, not bothering to say any forms of “excuse me’s” to the people he pushed past. You were fast, but not fast enough. Just as you reach the opened front door, Jungkook has a grip on your bicep once more.

“Let me-”

“I didn’t mean that.” Jungkook says quickly. “I’m sorry.”

“Yeah sure you didn’t.” you spat, yanking your arm, but Jungkook’s grip is tight. “Let go.”

“Not until you agree to talking to me.” Jungkook shakes his head. “Away from here.”

A few people shove past you, but Jungkook’s hold on you assures you don’t stumble. You were growing irritated the longer you remained at this party. Your eyes glare up at Jungkook, but he isn’t phased. 

“I don’t want to go home.” your teeth grit. “I haven’t even been here for a couple hours. I thought you said you wanted me to be here.”

Only softly does Jungkook push you out from the doorway and down the pathway from the estate. It’s quieter outside and there isn’t even a breeze out. When you and he are further away from the chaos of the party, he finally lets your bicep go. “I’m sorry for what I said in there.”

“You’re sorry for embarrassing me? Thanks.” you spat sarcastically. 

“Everyone is drunk, high or both.” Jungkook rolls his eyes. “They won’t remember a thing.”

“That isn’t the point and you know it.”

Jungkook does know. Only a small part of him feels bad. It was him that encouraged you to come to this party and be a normal college student. You were doing just that and ruined it for you.

Only, you weren’t supposed to be doing any of that with Taehyung. It was Jungkook who wanted to dance with you. It was him who wanted you to be consumed with. Even if people had known he wasn’t a single man, those wouldn’t remember (or truly care) what they saw.

“You were all over him right in my face.” Jungkook’s tone lowers. “You just met him.”

“You told me to have fun!” you spat, your hands crashing against his chest harshly. You weren’t like this, you note, but the alcohol mixed with pure anger (and slight humiliation) was consuming you. “You told me to come,” you continue, shoving him again. “and be a normal college student and-”

“With me!” Jungkook spats right back at you. “You weren’t supposed to go off with my friend. I invited you here, not him!” Jungkook waves a dismissed hand back to the estate - the party. All of it. He wasn’t in the mood to go back in and do anything he planned tonight.

“Last time I checked, you had a girlfriend.”

Jungkook tilts his head. “I had a girlfriend when you came around my fingers earlier.”

Your shoulders falter.

“I had a girlfriend when you called yourself my dirty girl.” Jungkook takes a step closer to you. “I had a girlfriend when you said you weren’t going to tell her, right?”

You gasp when Jungkook snatches your shirt and pulls you towards him. Your eyes immediately roam around, but he doesn’t give a damn who’s watching or not.

“I had a girlfriend when I told you it’d be a secret you and I share, huh?” Jungkook murmurs. “So don’t act like you care about her now.

Jungkook’s words crash upon you. You don’t like how they make you feel. You don’t like when he’s right. 

“You don’t want to go home? Fine. But we aren’t staying here.” Jungkook lets go of your shirt. “Come on.”

You follow Jungkook to the side of the estate, you quiet as you contemplate his words. You never felt shittier, you think, than having Jungkook out of all people throw your actions in your face.

You don’t realize Jungkook has stopped walking until you feel something hard being shoved at you.

“Huh?”

Your hands hold onto something heavy. It takes you a few seconds to realize it’s a helmet. Its shell is black with a sleek purple  visor that shows your reflection. Your eyes glance up to see Jungkook swing his leg around a motorcycle. 

“Y-You didn’t drive today?” you try not to sound too nervous, but it’s hard. 

Jungkook starts the motorcycle. There’s a high pitched click, followed by rapid roar as the engine cuts on. The lights flash brightly against the estate walls.

“My car? Nope.” Jungkook shakes his head. “Put on the helmet and get on.”

Your eyes widen. “I’ve never been on one before.” you shake your own head. “You only have one helmet?!”

Jungkook snickers. “Well I can’t let a pretty thing like you go without.” he says. “I’ll drive slow, I promise.”

At your hesitation, Jungkook furrows his brows at you. “This is a tame motorcycle. It's mainly used for cruising.” he winks at you. “In style.”

You look down at the helmet in your hands. The purple visor stares right back up at you. “How do you even see out of this?” you murmur, mainly to yourself. It was evident that if you wanted to get home, you'd have to get on this very motorcycle.

Jungkook smiles when you put the helmet over your head. You look cute, he thinks. Completely out of your element entirely, but cute nonetheless.

You felt like an idiot wearing this helmet, but you hop on the motorcycle right behind Jungkook. 

You push the visor up. “This doesn’t feel safe!” you exclaim. 

“Hold onto me and shut up.” Jungkook says back, no annoyance in his voice at all. 

Hesitantly, you place your hands onto Jungkook’s shoulders.

Jungkook snorts. “No,” he shakes his head. He reaches his hands to tap your hand that's on his shoulder before he gently tugs at it. He places it around his waist. “hold onto me securely, baby. We wouldn’t want you to fall off.”

A part of you is still upset at Jungkook for insisting you come to this party just to drag you out before you could fully experience it. However, you listen - as nervous as you were. You push the visor back down before leaning closer to the man. You wrap your arms around him.

Without allowing you time to adjust, Jungkook twists the throttle and the bike begins to move - only gently - but it was enough for you to slam your entire body against his, your arms tightening around him. You’d be damned if you fell off after you survived this world this long.

Jungkook likes the way your body feels against his, his chest rumbling when he feels your arms sink into him nervously. 

Jungkook twists the throttle again, adding more acceleration and drives down the long drive way and further away from the estate. The wind flows through his dark hair just as he whips down the street. This is his first time riding with anyone as his own girlfriend was just as skeptical. He finds it exciting - especially because it was you. 

Riding for Jungkook meant he could clear his mind. He enjoyed riding around dusk as there wasn’t much traffic and the scenery surrounding him was beautiful. Even now, the wind through him, the vibrations. It’s a thrill that pumps through his veins, along with dopamine and adrenaline. The rumble of the engine only adds on to the excitement.

You could practically mold into Jungkook’s skin with how tight you were holding onto him. The street lights, in your own humble opinion, race past you and you’re glad you had on the helmet.

“The first time was rough for me, too.” Jungkook hollers back to you. “You okay?”

“Y-yeah!” you manage to call back, your hands grabbing a fistfull of his shirt. “Where are we going?!”

“Just enjoy the ride!”

So you do - the best way you could. As Jungkook accelerates, it doesn’t feel like you’re simply going faster, but instead of being pulled forward by rushing wind, sending a surge through your body. 

The streets are empty as Jungkook tears through them, a heightened sense of being alive at this very moment. Your arms around it makes it even better to him, the closeness of it. The way he can even feel your beating heart right against his back.

It felt like forever until Jungkook finally began to slow down. You hadn’t paid much attention to your surroundings and instead, actually calmed down into the ride. You could understand why the older man was content with riding, even if it wasn’t something you’d do on your own.

When Jungkook comes to a stop is when you release his waist, the warmth he had going with him. You lift the helmet from your head, blinking your eyes just a bit to adjust to the warm lighting coming from the tall building he’s parked in front of. 

“You…live here?” you ask him, eyes widening a bit.

The high-rise building is modern, surrounded by tall, black gates. The outside lights offer a warm, illuminating glow as Jungkook enters the code on the keypad. Slowly, the dark gates open.

You don’t bother putting the helmet back on as the motorcycle begins to move once more. Your eyes scan the high, floor to ceiling windows, all dark tinted glass for privacy. 

Jungkook drives through an open entrance that leads the two of you through a garage where several expensive cars - and other motorcycles - are parked. 

“I’m sorry again,” Jungkook begins as he parks his bike by a set of elevators. He turns off the motorcycle. “for dragging you out of there. I didn’t want you to do anything you’d regret when you were sober.”

He didn’t want you to do anything with someone that wasn’t him is what he kept to himself.

Jungkook gets off of the bike and turns towards you. He offers his hand for you to take. Hesitantly, you do.

“We can continue to party here.” Jungkook states as you get off of the bike yourself. He laces his fingers through yours. “If that’s fine with you.”

You swallow. Was there truly any going back? “Yeah.” you murmur. “It’s fine.”

Jungkook grins. He tugs you gently towards the elevator. It opens within seconds of Jungkook pressing the button. As you enter, the back of said elevator showcases a large floor length mirror that covers it entirely. You scan your appearance for a moment, your gloss a bit smudged and your eyes were only a bit red.

The elevator goes higher and higher while all you could do was watch the red numbers grow.

“You look nervous.” Jungkook grabs your attention. He lifts your intertwined hands up to his lips. He presses a kiss against your hand. 

Your eyes meet. 

“I think you brought me here to get me all alone.”

Your brows furrow for a moment at your own words. You hadn’t thought about what you were going to say before speaking it.

“And if I did?” Jungkook retorts. “Is that bad?”

The elevator continues to go higher and higher as Jungkook and you continue to peer at one another.

“N…” you shake your head gently. “...No.”

The elevator dings.

“And it’ll be our little secret?” Jungkook tilts his head a bit just as the elevator doors begin. The hallway is dimly lit in a cozy way. There’s only 2 doors on this floor and on opposite sides of one another. 

“Our little secret…” you murmur. 

You ponder how far things were going to go with Jungkook. Would you be the one to put an end to it, or would he? You weren’t sure how long you and he had until this would have to eventually end. If you’re lucky, mutually and without your cousin finding out about the betrayal.

The penthouse is modern and sleek - and entirely dark. The walls are a cream color while the overall decor is mostly black with charcoal tones. Instantly, you notice how high you were as your eyes peer out the floor to ceiling windows, the city lights outside appear so far below.

“It’s very clean here.” you think aloud, eyes scanning the tidy area. There’s a large, black leather sectional that has a glossy finish. The coffee table matches the couch, black but glass and it’s already holding alcohol, half full. 

“You take me for a slop?” Jungkook questions. He’s watching you peer around the penthouse. He wonders what you’re thinking. The first time he brought your cousin here, she hadn’t wanted to stay for long, stating that the penthouse - that she assured to mention was bought by his father - was too much space for one person. It’s why he often spent so much time at your apartment.

“Of course not.” you turn to face him. You inhale through your nose deeply before speaking again. “It’s nice. High…” you trail off. 

Jungkook’s lip twitches upwards. “It is.” he murmurs. “Sometimes I like to sit on the balcony railing.”

Your brows knit together and your eyes widen. “That’s dangerous!” you exclaim. “You can’t be that bored.”

Jungkook snickers. “I like the adrenaline that comes with it.” he states. “Want a drink?”

Jungkook has a variety of alcohol, you note. On the right wall, just underneath the mounted television, is a cooler. It’s tinted and at first glance, you thought it was one of those expensive electric fire places you saw.

“That’s a lot of alcohol for one person.” you note from behind him. 

“Luckily you’re here to help me, huh?” Jungkook takes out a variety. He isn’t expecting you to drink much, but he’s sure you’re still fairly new to it. He places them onto his coffee table besides the other bottles. “Sit down. You don’t have to be so awkward.”

You do as you’re told as Jungkook makes his way down the hall. He returns in under a minute with two shot glasses. You aren’t surprised that they’re tinted dark, as well. 

“So what? We’re just drinking?” you ponder. “For that, we could’ve gone back to the party.”

“So you can continue sucking my friends face off?” Jungkook questions. “Do or drink.”

“What?”

“Do,” Jungkook places the two glasses onto his coffee table. He grabs the closest bottle he could - tequila - and pops it open. “or drink. Or both, I’m down for whatever.”

“Like truth or dare?” you question as Jungkook pours two shots. 

“Yea. But this is just the dare option.” Jungkook’s eyes flicker to you, sparkling with mischief. “Let’s take a shot just to get it started.”

Jungkook holds out the shot glass for you. It’s filled to the brim and even away from your face you can smell how strong the tequila is.

“You chickening out?” 

You glance up from the shot to Jungkook, unamused. “No.” you respond. “We didn’t come all this way for nothing.”

Jungkook presses the shot to his lips. “Do what you want,” he murmurs before he downs the shot. His throat bobs as he swallows. “because you want to.”

Jungkook goes to pour another shot, but this time he holds it in his hands. You contemplate Jungkook’s words for a moment. You’re sure you understood it - do what you want, not what you think he wants you to do. 

Jungkook chuckles a bit when you take the shot, the harsh liquid burning your throat in just the right way. On the ride here, you felt yourself sobering up just a bit that you can now taste the alcohol that once went down like water at the party.

“So, are you going first?” you ask Jungkook, holding out your shot glass for him to fill.

“I can.” Jungkook offers you his own shot glass and takes yours to re-pour the alcohol. “Mild? Medium?”

“What?” 

Jungkook leans against the couch to get comfortable. 

“How tame is this game going to be?” Jungkook questions. “Since it’s your first time, we can play mildly-”

“Hot.” you deadpan.

Jungkook goes silent and in an instant, you contemplate maybe you were trying too hard.

“Or-”

“Hot it is. There’s no holding back.” Jungkook nods. “I dare you to strip.” Jungkook states. “Not nude.” Not yet, he thinks.

It isn’t anything new, you think, and yet you’re nervous. Jungkook’s eyes are peering at you, unblinking. Unmoving. You place the shot onto the coffee table and do as you’re dared to do. You start with your shirt, removing the fabric so slowly that Jungkook believes you’re intentionally teasing him. Your bra clings onto your chest and bounces ever so lightly when you finally get the shirt over your head.

The jean skirt is next and you get up for this. Jungkook feels his heart race at the sign of your panties. They’re simple cotton, he notes, but the simplicity adds on to his attraction towards you. You didn’t need to wear anything overly sexual for him to be aroused by you. He swallows just as you sit down and face him. 

“Your turn.” Jungkook murmurs, his eyes slowly trailing back to your face. 

“I dare you to do the same.”

When you watch Jungkook take the shot, your shoulders falter a bit. You weren’t expecting him to do that. 

However, Jungkook then unbuckles his belt as he stands. He removes his pants and discards them carelessly. He goes for his shirt next, your eyes fixed on his now exposed chest. The tattoos that connect from said chest, to his shoulder, all the way from his biceps to his hands. You find yourself swallowing as Jungkook sits down, this time closer to you.

“I guess it’s my turn again.” Jungkook hums. “Ya’ sure you’re not nervous?”

You swallow the lump in your throat. Jungkook’s closeness is evident by how his body heat radiates towards you. Your heart is beating in your chest rapidly that your tipsy mind swears it’ll explode right now.

“Why do you ask?” you respond, deflecting the question as the answer is obvious. Your palms were seconds from sweating. “Do I look nervous?”

Yes, Jungkook thinks, but he knows you by now. You wouldn’t be you if you weren’t a bundle of nerves and sexual tension.

Instead, Jungkook snickers. “Come here,” he says. He grasps the bottle from the coffee table and opens the bottle. The top flies off and Jungkook makes no move to capture it from wherever it’s fallen. You watch Jungkook take a swig from the bottle, a bit of the alcohol trailing down the corner of his lips and it hits his chest.

You scooted closer to Jungkook, your eyes glancing from his chest to the dark look in his eyes.

“I’m not going to bite you, baby.” Jungkook thinks how he wishes he could just sink his teeth into you and trail his tongue along your skin right about now. But he’ll take it slow. “It’s just me. It’s not like we haven’t done this before.”

You hate to be reminded.

Was there any going back now? You and he both are half naked in his high rise apartment. It’s evident that something is going to happen.

No, you think, there wasn’t any going back. Jungkook spreads his legs just as you climb into his lip, his free hand settling onto your waist. 

“I dare you-”

“It’s my turn!” you exclaim.

Smirking, Jungkook shakes his head. “I never dared you to come to me, baby.” he says teasingly. He was right, you think, and your cheeks warm at the thought. “I dare you to kiss me.”

You don’t hesitate. Your hands place them on both sides of Jungkook’s cheeks and you press your lips onto his. Instantly, you can taste the tequila, but somehow he makes that bitter taste seem sweet.

Jungkook groans into your lips. It doesn’t take much for a dent to grow in his underwear and you feel it right at your core. 

“I dare you…” your nose nestles against Jungkook’s, your lips pressing into his again - and again. His hold onto your waist tightens, keeping you right in the spot he wants you. “...to tell me how you felt.”

Jungkook’s tongue trails along your bottom lip. “How I felt about what?” he breathes.

“When you watched me make out with your friend.” you say against his lips. “How did it make you feel?”

You lean away from him just enough for your eyes to meet. 

Jungkook tilts his head, dark eyes scanning your face. “Why?” he questions. “Did you do it to get a rise out of me?”

Without notice, your thighs tighten against his, your knees at his waist. 

“I think you did.” Jungkook murmurs. He’s still holding the bottom of tequila and he takes another swig. “You knew I was watching you the entire time, huh? You gave Taehyung something that took me months to get.”

“As far as I know, Taehyung is single.” you retort.

“Oh?” Jungkook snickers. “We know that doesn’t make a difference, baby, because if it did…” Jungkook’s free hand glides from your waist, to your ass. He knows he isn’t too intoxicated to imagine the throbbing right between your legs. “...you wouldn’t be with me right now.”

You gasp when Jungkook’s hand squeezes your ass, unblinking eyes watching you closely.

“Taehyung is one of my best friends,” Jungkook says. “but watching the way he got to touch you so easily made me want to kill him. He doesn’t deserve it.”

“And you do?”

“I do.” Jungkook presses his lips to yours again. He forces his tongue into your mouth and suckles onto yours. 

The kiss is needy, wet and entirely lewd and the both of you melt into it. It turns into something hotter; passionate. Your hips grinds automatically, your clit needily humping against Jungkook’s clothed bulge and Jungkook wishes he’d dared you to get completely naked instead. But he has to remind himself that you and he have more than enough time. The entire night, he thinks, and if he was lucky, the weekend entirely. Your cousin would be busy and wouldn’t notice her boyfriend and cousin away.

“Do you wanna stop?” Jungkook breaks the kiss first, much to his own dismay, but his mind is racing with different ways he wants to have you. He isn’t sure he’d be able to contain himself if things got any further.

“D-Do you?”

“Fuck, no.” Jungkook groans. “There’s so much I want to do to you, baby.”

Your thighs squeeze, ever so gently, Jungkook in. Your breathing increases and the older man knows that you're curious - as is the increasing heartbeat between your legs. 

“Like what?” you dare ask, Your mind flashes with that forbidden moment you and he shared in his car, his fingers plunging so deep inside of you that your thighs clench even tighter. 

“Excited?” 

There’s a squeeze on your ass that has your body jolting.

“Have you ever given anyone a body shot?” asks Jungkook, though he’s sure of the answer. 

You shake your head.

“I dare you to let me.” Jungkook’s eyes does that twinkle again. “My own way, at least.” he murmurs.

Slowly, you nod your head. You’re unsure what to expect so all you do is wait. Jungkook raises the bottle and just when you’re sure he’s about to take a sip from it, he doesn’t. Instead, he pours the liquid onto you. It falls down your neck, the cool liquid having you gasping. 

Jungkook presses himself closer to you, his tongue - warm in contrast to the alcohol - swirls against the soft skin of your breast as he licks up the trail of tequila he’s poured onto you.

Your body shudders as Jungkook’s warm tongue licks from your breast, to your collarbone and finally your neck. “You okay?” he questions from your neck. There's a twitch that you feel from where you’re sitting.

“Y-Yeah,” you say. “feels good.” you whisper, your tone so low and only a part of you wishing he hadn’t heard it.

Jungkook does hear it, because of course he does. It fuels him to continue, this time pouring the alcohol against your breast entirely and diving in. This time, his eyes flicker up at you as his tongue laps up the falling droplets. He studies your expression - parted lips, clouded eyes and arching back.

“You’re a lot dirtier than I thought.” Jungkook hums. His free hand releases your ass to replace it with your covered breast. Your bra is soaked, covered in tequila. Jungkook forces his finger through the bra, slowly sliding it so your breast could be fully free. “Was there a scene like this in those dirty books you read?”

You’re caught off guard by the question, but more off guard by the way Jungkook flicks your nipple with a greedy tongue. It’s all he needs until he’s snatching the bra off of you entirely and diving into your chest.

Your shock could only last so long. His hands engulf your breast entirely, kneading them in his palms as his tongue trails along your skin. He plops a nipple into his mouth, his tongue circling the excited bud in his mouth. He isn’t being calm about it. There wasn’t a need to be silent when you and he were here alone. He didn’t have to look over his shoulder to assure you and he were alone - he knew the two of you were.

“Hah~ Kook!” you gasp. His teeth, only gently, nipples at your nipple before he plops it from his lips. He stares hungrily at it before averting his eyes up to look at you. 

“You like it.” Jungkook dismisses. “I can feel your pussy, baby.”

You groan.

“It’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” Jungkook assures. “It’s your turn, baby.”

You nearly forgot about the game. 

“Oh…okay.” you nod.

Jungkook has a low grin on his lips. It’s teasing and not at all taunting, but your heart is racing and your body is burning. You can feel the throbbing between your legs heavier and it’s even more evident now that so can he. 

Jungkook knows of your inexperience with it all, even claiming the “boys” you’ve been with weren’t anything compared to him. He isn’t wrong in the slightest, but you’re still embarrassed to sit here and know little of what you’re doing.

“I dare you to let me do a body shot off of you!” you exclaim. “In my own way.”

“Oh? Feeling bold?” Jungkook is intrigued. He lifts the tequila bottle for you to take.

With shaking hands, you do. You glance at him, his eyes watching your every move that there isn’t any way you could fuck this up and embarrass yourself further. 

Liquid courage, you think to yourself, and lift the bottle to your lips and take a swig. It doesn't burn when it goes down.

Then, your eyes trail to Jungkook’s shoulders, his tattoos on his chest that connect to the sleeve that makes him even more of an attractive man.

“Nervous?” 

Jungkook’s voice gets you out of your thoughts again.

“You’re so cute, you know?”

You squeeze the bottle. 

“I’m not nervous.” you mumble the lie, even if there wasn’t a need to do so. Jungkook knows you by now. “It’s just you.”

You get off of Jungkook’s lap - much to his dismay - and hover above him long enough to splash his chest with the alcohol. He flinches a bit, but doesn’t speak. You pour more than you intended to, the alcohol trailing from his chest, down his abs and unintentionally to his bulge. 

Jungkook doesn’t say anything. Instead, his lips twitched upwards. He truly does think you’re cute, his cock twitching at the soft look in your eyes - the naivety and innocence he adores.

You swallow, dropping to your knees in front of him. You place the nearly empty bottle down beside you with nervous hands. Your eyes, those same eyes he adores, look up at him as your tongue places itself onto his clothed bulge. 

Instantly, Jungkook’s breath hitches. Both of your hands glide upwards onto his thighs as your tongue trails upwards from his twitching bulge, to his abdomen. Your eyes remain on his, licking up the tequila from his abs, to his tattooed chest. Your tongue doesn’t stop until you’re at his neck, and even then you replace your tongue with your lips, pressing a kiss to the nape of it.

“You look nervous.” you tease. 

You remove yourself from his neck to catch Jungkook’s expression.

“It’s always the shy girls, isn’t it?” Jungkook pecks your lips before you could get too far away from him. 

“Your turn.”

Jungkook takes a deep breath. “I dare you to tell me a fantasy of yours.”

Your brows knit together.

“Don’t look like that.” Jungkook snickers. “All those dirty books you read, there has to be something in there you fantasize about. You told me you touch yourself,” a tattooed hand places itself in your inner thigh and squeezes it. “and I felt how wet that pussy could get. So tell me.”

And like before, Jungkook takes back control. You wouldn't know what to do with it, anyways.

“I always fantasized about being fucked hard.”

Jungkook’s ears perk as you speak.

“When I read, I imagine it’s me being fucked like how they are.” you continue. You’ve never told anyone about the books you read, or about anything about your own fantasies. 

“And how are they fucked?”

There’s another squeeze to your thigh.

“Hard.” you whisper. “Disrespectfully. Like they’re…claimed.”

For a few moments, you and Jungkook are silently staring at one another. The tension is high, heat radiating off of the both of you. He’s just as sticky as you are, his hold on you never untightening. 

“I guess it’s my turn.” you break the silence. “I dare you…”

Jungkook’s unblinking.

“...fulfill my fantasy.”

A tighter squeeze to your thigh.

“Claim me as yours. It’ll be our little secret.” 

Jungkook doesn’t need to be told twice. You’re pushed onto the leather couch rapidly and within seconds, your panties are pulled off of you. He’s on top of you, forcing your thighs apart so he can see your pussy in all its glory. 

“I knew you were a slut.” Jungkook leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. “My slut to claim as my own, is that right?”

“Yea~” you gasp out as Jungkook’s lips kiss your chin, to your chest. “Your slut.”

Jungkook likes the sound of it. He continues to kiss down your body until he’s right between your legs. You’re so wet, your clit puffy and begging for any attention, and he’s fully prepared to give it just that. His tongue is flat and drags between your folds slowly to savor that sweet taste of you -  a taste his mind suddenly tells him that Taehyung could’ve had.

Taehyung.

Kim Taehyung, his friend and a man you just met could’ve had this sweet pussy on his tongue right now. 

Now, Jungkook is entirely pissed at just the possibility - even if the chances were low - of him being in this position. His hands slam down on your inner thighs that are threatening to close around him, and he dives directly into your clit. His tongue circles harshly around it, relentless and utterly obsessed. 

“K-Kook, wait-” 

The words leave you. Regardless, they fall on deaf ears. His tongue laps from below, all the way to the top, his head bobbing from side to side.

Your lower back arches a bit as Jungkook claims you as you tell him to, your cunt fully exposed to his mouth. Your hands clench together and your nails dig into your palm.

“Now that I’ve claimed this pussy as my own, it’s only right that only I get to have it.”

It’s a ludicrous request coming from a man in a relationship, but he wouldn’t be a man if he didn’t have audacity. Your mind is far too consumed with pleasure to care about how insane it sounds, but you’re agreeing without any thoughts, nodding your head dumbly.

Jungkook solidifies it by popping two fingers inside of you, your wet pussy squelching obscenely. He pushes them in deeper and deeper, your gummy walls clasping around them as he goes knuckles deep.

“My pretty pussy,” 

Jungkook pumps, his tongue circling your clit to add onto your madness. He keeps his fingers deep, stretching you out just the way he knows you like and in return, you continue to press your sweet cunt against his greedy tongue. 

Jungkook laps your juices up, relentlessly even when you’re squirming and squealing above him. Your thighs shake and your eyes are rolling, overstimulation flowing through your entire body. You haven’t felt this before, you think, being fully doted on has your body spasming, but wanting more.

You break into a high-pitched whimper as Jungkook’s warm tongue remains on your clit, suckling and twirling, as his fingers pump brutally inside you. He was milking you for all you had to give him, his fingers fully coated in milky arousal.

“Fuck - I-I feel…cu-umming~”

Your body is trembling entirely, back continuing to arch right into him. Your eyes squeeze shut, your moans growing louder and drawn out. 

Jungkook feels it, the way your pussy spasms around his pumping fingers, clenching and unclenching as if begging to be mercied, but he doesn’t allow you any. No, he continues on lapping onto your clit that your toes curl, the overstimulation now turning into pain - not an uncomfortable one, but the pleasurable kind. 

Your body gives out, arousal pooling out of you just as his fingers do. They splash onto his couch, but he couldn’t find it in him to care; not when you looked this delectable. 

You’re gasping, but Jungkook isn’t one to waste time. No, you told him to claim you as his and he has every plan to do just that. 

Your eyes snap open when you feel something slide past your lips. 

“Suck them,” Jungkook demands, his fingers deep in your mouth. “Taste how good you are.”

You groan, your eyes fluttering with just how obscene this all is - and how much you loved it.

You do as you’re told, like the good slut you told Jungkook you were, your fingers suckling on the two digits in your mouth, fluttering eyes looking up at Jungkook innocently.

Jungkook shakes his head, licking his lips of the same taste. “My good little slut.” he murmurs. “You act so shy and reserved, but we know what you really are.”

Jungkook removes his fingers from your lips, your saliva coating them. 

With a hitched breath, you say, “Y-Your….slut?”

“Exactly.” 

Jungkook pushes his underwear down and kicks them off. His cock springs out, tip flushed and oozing with sticky cum. It’s pretty, you think, veins drawn down them.

“Tell me what you want.”

You swallow. “I want you to fuck me.” 

Jungkook groans as he wraps a hand around his cock. “You have a dirty mouth, baby.”

You watch Jungkook, eyes fixed on how hot he looks. Watching a man touch himself has never intrigued you, but you understood why not. They weren’t Jeon Jungkook.

“I thought about fucking you for so long, you know?” Jungkook admits. “Filling you full of my cum.”

Your cheeks grow hot. “I…” you blink a few times. “I’m not…on anything.”

Jungkook tilts his head. “That’s okay.” he murmurs. “I’ll buy you something tomorrow.”

You aren’t in the right mind to deny him, so you nod and say, “Okay.”

You’re so submissive that Jungkook pumps his cock harder. “You’d let me?” he asks, almost in disbelief. “Of course you’d let me…” he breaks out in a grin. 

You nod your head. “I’d let you.” you assure, eyes flickering between his cock to his eyes. “Please fuck me, Kook.”

Grunting, Jungkook finds himself between your legs faster than either of you could fathom. He hikes a leg upward, the tip of his cock at your entrance. He cannot believe how wet you are, your warmth oozing onto his tip. He rubs it against your clit and between your folds, marveling at how perfect it all looked from up above. 

“I’ll fuck you real good, baby.” Jungkook groans. 

Your back arches yet again as Jungkook begins to enter you. He feels the hair on his arms lift as a shudder runs up his spine. A moan slips past parted lips, his mind pondering how anyone could be this tight, but then he has to remember that you don’t do this often. Your body was trying to get comfortable with having something inside of you.

“I knew you’d feel good,” Jungkook whispers, voice hoarse. He’s speaking mainly to himself, but you hear him just the same. 

Jungkook ruts his hips and watches your expression. Your eyes roll while your thighs widen just a bit, a silent plea for more, and it’s exactly what he gives you. He goes deeper, tip reaching places you’ve never felt it before that has your toes curling. Your walls cage him in, practically begging him to never leave.

The couch creaks beneath the force of his thrusts, the rubbery leather molding into your skin. Your breasts pounce with each impact, followed by the satisfied squelching of your pussy.

“-harder,” you breathe, your hands reaching for nothing in particular while your eyes don’t focus on anything. “Please.”

Grunting, Jungkook shakes his head. His hold on your tightens as he presses your knees to your chest. “Greedy girl,” he hisses, but who was he to not give you what you want? He slams into you this, his cock drilling harder and harder like you’ve asked him too. "Look at you, squirming under me." 

Your pussy continues to squelch loudly, offering its own contribution to the lewd sounds. Creaking couch, high-pitched moans, followed by the occasional grunts and skin slapping. 

You were seeing stars now, slipping in and out of your high as your pussy flutters around Jungkook’s ramming cock. 

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good.” Jungkook whimpers, lowering himself. His hair tickles your forehead. “I waited so long to feel this pussy around me.”

This is bad, but the rational part of you is hidden deep behind lust and intoxication. You couldn’t bring yourself to care about what you and Jungkook were doing now while your cousins were none the wiser. Maybe it’s that fact that has you tightening around her boyfriend, begging him for more and more until you’re cumming.

Jungkook isn’t done with you yet. After all, you and he had the entire night. He takes a quick break to pop a nipple back into his mouth, his tongue lavishing against the bud possessively.  Then, he turns your body around easily and enters you once more. Your ass from this position looks amazing and with each punishing thrusts, his eyes are fixated on it.

“F-Fuuuck, Kook. Slow-”

“You can take it!” Jungkook hisses.

 Your face is buried into the couch, your back arched allowing the man to do as he pleases to you. Your thighs are coated with sticky arousal that pools out of you with each pump.

“I’m just giving you what you wanted, right?” 

He was, you think, and damn did it feel too good. Each thrust was completely animalistic and focused, claiming you entirely. Jungkook isn’t sure why his mind drifts back to the way you kiss Taehyung so freely, but he does know that the way his hands grip onto your hips possessively and hold you in place that it’s an act that would never happen again.

“Don’t stop, Kook, pl-lease!” you hiccup those encouraging words that have Jungkook going over the edge. “So close~”

“Gonna cum already, baby? That’s not fair, I haven’t came yet.” Jungkook teases. “Pretty pussy dripping all over me.”

“Cum in me then.” you exclaim, your eyes growing glossy with how good it all felt. You can feel the pressure building up in the pits of your stomach again.

“Shit!” Jungkook rasps. One hand lets go of your hips to slam them on the couch right beside your head. He leans down, the other hand having a good grip on your waist as he continues to drill into you. “Pretty girl, are you crying?”

Jungkook is so smug. His lips press against your shoulders, eyes focused on the way the overstimulated tears slide down your cheeks.

“-cumming,” you whisper, eyes squeezing shut and letting out the remainder of the tears. Jungkook groans when your pussy clenches around him as you cum, your body shuddering beneath him. “I’m cumming, too.” he hisses, grinding thrusts pumping in and out rapidly until the final one shoots cum right inside of you. It’s so hot and seemingly endless, his cock pulsing in a way it hasn’t in so long.

part 2 ½

“Lisa would give you the money back.” your son retorts.

“What’s going on?” you ask. You take your seatbelt off. “You’ve been quiet the entire ride home and now all of a sudden you want to quit?” 

You don’t mean to raise your voice at Ji-tae. It wasn’t him who had you at edge, it was Jungkook. The entire ride home, you had clenched the steering wheel so tightly that you were sure your palms would bleed. Your heart hadn’t stopped beating, either, and all you could think about was the look on Jungkook’s face as the elevator doors closed.

“I could ask you the same thing.” 

“Excuse me?” you snicker. You knew sooner or later, Ji-tae would be a teenager. Having a teenager meant dealing with the smart remarks that came with it.

“Nothing.”

When Ji-tae lifts his hand to open his door, you stop him. “We aren’t done talking.” you tell him. “Tell me what’s going on. Do you not enjoy it anymore?”

Ji-tae lowers his hand to his side. He looks at you fully now. “I do.” he says.

“Then why do you keep insisting on quitting?” you question. “I told you I can afford it now.”

Ji-tae swallows. His mind flashes with the older man - obviously your boss - sitting behind the desk. His eyes watching you, and then him.

“Tae…” you trail off. You knew your son enough to know that something was troubling him. 

“Are you sleeping with him?”

The car grows quiet. You’re left stunned - far too stunned to form a sentence right now.

You hadn’t expected that to be your son's question. As your mind races, the pieces slowly begin to work. It explained the look on your son's face when he stared at you, and then to Jungkook. The glare in his eyes…

No parent wants to be in your shoes right now. You feel so small in your son's gaze, one that resemblances Jungkook far too much for you to handle right now.

“You are.” Ji-tae deadpans.

“Tae,” you sigh, closing your eyes. “What-”

“That’s how you’re paying for it, right?” your son interrupts, his voice rising. “That’s how you got this car, too?”

“Tae - Tae!”

You get out of the car just as Ji-tae does. You slam the door behind you, not even bothering to lock it. You follow him right into the apartment. “Stop-”

“If that’s what you have to do to pay for everything then-”

“Didn’t I tell you to stop?!” you hiss at your son, your tone low and full of anger - but not at him. At yourself for putting your son in this position. Ji-tae may be young, yes, but he wasn’t dumb nor naive - especially not how you were when you were his age. He was highly aware of the world he lived in, even if he didn't speak it aloud.

Now, Ji-tae probably saw you differently. 

“I told you to stop worrying about shit that doesn’t concern you!” you continue. Sometimes, you think the way you speak to your son, and the way he responds to you, isn’t that of a mother and son. You could blame that on teen pregnancy.

Ji-tae snickers. “It does concern me. If you’re sleeping with him to pay-”

“Stop.” you hiss, eyes widening at him. “It’s…complicated, Tae…” you take a deep breath. “You’re too young to understand it.” 

You lean against the closed front door and sigh. Jumping into an abyss would be easier than having this conversation with a 13 year old.

“I’m old enough.” Ji-tae retorts. 

You snort. You tilt your head a bit as you peer at your son. You lick your lips, your throat clogging up. 

“I’m old enough to know that you look like you’re about to…cry.” Ji-tae murmurs. His shoulders slump a bit and now he feels remorseful. Maybe he should take your advice and remain his age - a part of him wants to. The other part of him hears his grandmother's words and her condescending tone telling him that you couldn’t afford the luxuries you give him - not without that job. In such a short amount of time, you’ve given him everything he’s asked for and more. You surprised him with a new gaming system, along with the overly expensive gaming chair you’ve remembered him speaking about.

But Ji-tae knows that he’ll gladly give it all aways if it meant you didn’t have to do what he’s suspect you are doing.

“I don’t want you to hate me.” you respond.

Sometimes you felt like it was your son who was the parent. You blame it on you being nothing but a dumb teenager when you had him, forced to grow up entirely too fast that you skipped the pivotal chapters. He was far wiser than anyone you’ve met his age, a trait you knew he hadn’t gotten from you.

“I don’t hate you.” Ji-tae swallows. “I don't want you to be taken advantage of, either.”

“You look just like him, you know? Your eyes were probably clouded with so much animosity that you hadn’t seen it.”

You make your way towards the kitchen. You could go for a drink right now, but you've decided that you’ll have to live with the self-pity for just a bit longer.

Ji-tae hovers in the door frame of said kitchen. He’s silent, replaying what you said in his mind.

“You said you’re old enough, right?” you ask. Ji-tae is eerily silent. “That’s Jungkook. He’s…your father.”

The word father coming from your lips sounds entirely too foreign.

There was a time that Ji-tae had asked about his father. He was only 7, you recall, and older than when you expected him to ask. You thought you prepared yourself for this moment, but even after he has asked you such an innocent question, you were left stunned for longer than you should’ve.

 “You don’t have a dad..” Ji-tae pointed out, his small hand in yours as you and he strolled home from school. It’s an activity he remembers enjoying because it meant you and he could stop for ice cream. It was only when he was older did he realize why you never got yourself any.

You laughed at how blunt children could be. “I do.” you told him. 

“Grandma says he’s in the ground.”

You nodded your head slowly. Your father wasn’t dead, he was just dead to your mother.

“Is my dad in the ground-”

“No!” you quipped. “He’s…just not around right now.”

It was the only explanation you’ve given Ji-tae and even then he took it. He hadn’t asked again, even if you told yourself that if he did, you’d explain it better to him. A part of you wished that you had more time but 6 years was enough time for you to say something to him.

Now, however, Ji-tae isn’t saying anything. He stands in the doorway and peers at you with familiar dark eyes that you weren’t sure you could handle.

“Tae,” you begin. “I didn’t-”

“Grandmother said you didn’t know who he was.”

You roll your eyes, because of course your mother would tell him that. You ponder how long your son sat and thought about you in a certain light.

“I did.” your teeth grits. “And if she was truly paying attention to who I brought in, she’d know, too.” you murmur, more to yourself than to Ji-tae.

 While you were more involved in your son's life - his interests, friends, hobbies and all - your mother gave you the freedom to do whatever. You’re positive she regretted it in the end.

Ji-tae is quiet again, but his eyebrows knit together.

“Whats on your mind?” you ask him. 

“So what?” your son shrugs his shoulders. “Why is he here now? Did he offer you this job out of pity or something?”

“What?” you shake your head. “Tae-”

“He wasn’t around for 13 years, ma. You don’t have to go back and do that-”

You close your eyes and take a deep breath. Your body warms with hot embarrassment at how conscious your son could be. Sometimes, though you’re grateful that he isn’t, you’d wish he’d be like the other boys his age and worry about childish things.

“Tae, stop.” you interrupt. “I don’t want you to,” you swallow, eyes fluttering open to look at your son. Your heart jolts. “hate him.”

“Why wouldn’t I?” your son snorts.

“Because,” 

Ji-tae knows that when you bounce your leg it means that you’re nervous. You always tend to avoid his eyes.

“he didn’t know about you.”

There isn’t any weight lifted from your shoulders like you wished there would be.

“We drifted apart. I got pregnant, and he went to college.” you deadpan. “I never told him about the pregnancy. I never thought I’d see him again.” you admitted. “I didn’t know he’d be who he was today. I didn’t know it was his company I was interviewing for.”

In front of Jungkook, the clouds appear like an ocean full of cotton, the sky a fiery pink and purple. The sun is setting and it glows intensively just outside his window. He watches it from his seat, only blinking when he feels his eyes grow dry.

Jungkook’s mind replays the last 13 years in his mind for any clues he may have not noticed until now. It’s easier to pinpoint when you fell pregnant as it was only one time, but when did you find out? Was it prior to graduation or after?

Ji-tae’s face flashes through his mind. The glaring look that he sends his way is far too obvious that he for one, didn’t know who he was, and for two, held great animosity for him.

Jungkook inhales deeply through his nose and closes his eyes for a bit. It appears that things with you were more complicated than he thought they were.

Just then, Jungkook’s ears perk at the sound of the elevator. “Lei…” he grumbles underneath his breath. “...I have enough surprises.”

Who Jungkook was hoping to see was you. He had gone through several scenarios in how he would approach this.

You were scared, obviously. You didn’t tell him because you yourself were afraid of how he’d react. It’s the reason why, for a while, you kept the pregnancy hidden. There were no records of you giving birth to Ji-tae because they were hidden.

Even if Jungkook was optimistic, there was still the lingering thought in his mind that told him you had hidden the pregnancy for the same reason you decided to ignore him all together. That thought alone plagued his thoughts and feeds on the insecurity he told himself he got rid of years ago.

You weren’t behind the door when Jungkook turns just as they open. Instead, it was Ji-tae again. He doesn’t step inside and the uncertain look on his face tells Jungkook that even he hadn’t thought about what he’d say.

Jungkook peers inside the elevator to find that he’s alone. “Where’s Y/N?” he questions.

“Home.” Ji-tae responds quietly.

Jungkook blinks.

Ji-tae does, as well.

“You can come in.” suggests Jungkook awkwardly. “Does she know you’re here?”

Jungkook’s eyes capture the way Ji-tae runs a hand through his hair before hesitantly walking through the office. Instantly, his eyes soften at the realization that the younger boy knows more than he did when he left.

“No.” Ji-tae responds. “I snuck out.”

Just great, Jungkook thinks. At first, he thought your motherly instinct came natural to you when you interacted with Jinah. Instead, you had 13 years of experience on your belt that gave you a head start. Witnessing the worried expression on your face earlier only told Jungkook that it was a matter of time before you realized your son was gone.

“You shouldn’t have done that.” Jungkook rolls his leather seat out and prepares to sit. “She’ll be worried.”

“You don’t have to play the fatherly role.” Ji-tae retorts with a roll of his eyes. In that instinct, he saw you in the boy that resembles him.

Jungkook nods his head gently and says, “Do you want to sit?”

Jungkook motions for the leather seat on the opposite side of his desk. 

“You came all this way for a reason, right? What’s on your mind?”

Ji-tae finds it easier to talk where he’s standing - which is awkwardly by the closed elevator. He doesn’t realize the height Jungkook possesses until he does get closer, or the dark eyes that seem to follow him as he sits down. In that moment, he believes his mother is right about the resemblance he holds to this same man.

Jungkook sits down, as well. His office is far too quiet for his own liking.

“What’s going on between you and my mother?”

Straight to the point, Jungkook notes. Another thing he inherited from you.

“Well,” Jungkook begins. “she works-”

“I know you’re sleeping with her.” Ji-tae interrupts, and that shuts Jungkook right up. “I’m not sure if you gave her this job out of pity or-”

“Pity?” Jungkook is confused now. 

“Yes, pity.” Ji-tae swallows the lump in his throat. “I already told her she doesn’t need to pay for my classes anymore, so you can-”

“I didn’t hire your mother out of pity.” Jungkook interrupts the boy all together with a shake of his head. “I…what did she tell you about me?”

“What she told me is something I’m not sure I believe entirely.” Ji-tae murmurs. 

“And what are you unsure about?” Jungkook leans against the desk.

“If you truly had no idea about me at all.”

Jungkook is taken aback and he visibly winces. Ji-tae bites the inside of his cheek, thinking it’s something he shouldn’t have said.

“As I was walking away she said that,” Ji-tae takes a deep breath. “that you were already accepted at some college and she didn’t want to ruin it.”

Didn’t want to ruin it, Jungkook thinks. His foot begins to tap against the marble floor. His eyes blink a few times.

“Were you two dating?”

Ji-tae knows it isn’t any of his business truly, even if it was the reason why he was alive right now. However, a part of him doesn’t want to leave just yet.

“No. Not really.” Jungkook murmurs. 

“Oh…”

“I loved her.” Jungkook nods his head, leaning back against the chair. He feels exhausted in just a short amount of time. “I would’ve stayed if she told me.”

Ji-tae doesn’t know what to say, but before he has a chance to,  a loud ring sounds throughout the office. Immediately, he knows it’s you calling.

“I guess she found out I’m not home.” Ji-tae sighs, your name flashing on his phone.

“You should answer it. You don’t want to worry her.”

Ji-tae takes a glance at Jungkook. “She’s going to be pissed at me.” he mumbles. “Can you talk to her?”

Jungkook’s eyes widened a bit. A part of his heart softens at the request. The other side knows that you would be just as equally pissed at him as you were with Ji-tae. However, Jungkook nods his head and holds out his hand for the ringing phone.

When he answers, you’re already on the other side demanding where Ji-tae was and why in the world he would leave without letting her know.

“Y/N.” Jungkook speaks into the phone. Ji-tae watches as the yelling stops for a moment, his eyes hopeful. “He’s fine. Maybe we should all talk together.”

Time’s were once simpler, you recall, like the moments you’d sneak out with your own friends. 

It’s something you shouldn’t have done, but your mothers disregard gave you freedom a teenager shouldn’t have and you took advantage of it. 

At times, you could feel it; the wind blowing through your hair whenever you drove with the windows down. When you heard a particular song that you’d once belt at the top of your lungs alongside them. You could taste the cheap alcohol that was either stolen from your parents, or liquor stores. Sometimes both.

The first time you’ve been to Jungkook’s house was one of those nights. The streets were quiet as you stumbled into his backyard, a borrowed  pair of heels in your hand. The look on Jungkook’s face when he saw you at his window. “You shouldn’t be walking alone at night.” you recall him scolding you softly, a hand around your waist to assist you in coming in through his window. “You can’t be too loud, my brother’s room is right across from mine.”

You weren’t sure why you made your way to Jungkook’s house. It felt better than going home alone, you thought, or continuing to do dumb shit with your friends that teenagers had no business doing. You dropped your heels and tilted your head at Jungkook.

“Why aren’t you asleep?” you asked. “Jacking off again?”

The redness on Jungkook’s face is something you always found cute. It’s the reason why you often teased him to no end. You licked your lips, eyes glancing around Jungkook’s bedroom. Far tidier than you’d imagine a teenage boy's room to look. “You’re such a nerd.” you murmured to him upon witnessing a tall shelf with comic books and figurines on it.

“I wouldn’t be able to do your homework if I wasn’t one.” was Jungkook’s response. “I wasn’t jacking off.”

Your eyes turned back to Jungkook, his ears just as red as his cheeks. Maybe it’s the booze in your system that has you giggling uncontrollably, a hand over your lips. You plopped down onto his bed, snuggling yourself into his comforter. “I don’t believe you. Other boys are out and you’re in your room fucking your hand. It’s pathetic.”

You never believed your own words. You found Jungkook interesting, which was the reason you kept returning time and time again. It was more than using the boy to do your assignments and projects. With time, you enjoyed playing with Jungkook - if it was forcing him to smell your panties, sitting into his lap “innocently” to the point you felt an obvious bulge, or even forcing him to speak so demeaning to himself. 

However, it isn’t always that. You did like to hear Jungkook talk about things that he was passionate about. Video games, or certain movies - mainly marvel. He’d sit and explain an entire timeline to you that you actually listened to. It made you realize you didn’t have anything like that yourself that you were passionate about. 

“You’re probably right.” was Jungkook’s response. His eyes focused on the way your skirt rises up, his morality screaming to stop being so perverted. It was obvious you were far too intoxicated.

“You’re such a virgin.” you giggled. “Aren’t you glad I've given you all your firsts so far?”

You lift from Jungkook’s bed to face him. He licks his lips, doe-like eyes widening. His heart was pumping in his chest. “I am glad,” he murmured. 

“Say thank you.” your eyes harden a bit, however your own heart jolts, as well. “I gave you your first kiss, right? Your first handjob, too. You should be more grateful that someone like me pities you enough.”

Again, Jungkook’s body warmed. You were always so quick to remind him everything you’ve done to him, even if it was just a secret you and he shared. How could you tell your friends that you enjoyed playing with Jungkook, someone they deemed beneath them? A loser? 

“T-Thank you.” Jungkook stammered.  

You broke out into a smile. It’s low and a bit sinister, but Jungkook still thinks you’re far too pretty and someone who couldn’t do any wrong. “Have you ever thought about…me fucking you, Kookie?”

It’s easy to notice the growing bulge in Jungkook’s pajama pants. It excites you to no end.

Jungkook’s heart thumped even louder because yes, he absolutely had thought about it. He didn’t know what sex felt like yet, but he imagined - with you - it would be something incredible. 

“Yes.” Jungkook murmured.

You laughed.

Your laugh is just as demeaning as your tone always was.

“You’re such a pervert.” you quip. “Say it.”

“I’m a pervert.” Jungkook mumbled. From across the hall, he hears his brother’s tv sounds.

You laughed again. You were too buzzed to handle Jungkook and his submission. 

“You’d do whatever I tell you to, huh?” you tease, a grin on your lips. “I should stop being so mean to you, right?”

Jungkook wasn’t sure where the sudden change in your demeanor went. It happened fast, your teasing and soft eyes, to something more serious. He didn’t have the chance to question you on it before you return back to what you once were. “Take your pants off.”

“W-Why?”

“Just do it.” you shrugged your shoulders.

Jungkook had a lot of memories of you and he drawn into his memories. This moment, watching the way you hike up your skirt to remove your own panties and toss them aside, was one of many. He recalls the way he does as he’s told easily, his cock hardened at just the mere sight of you.

Jungkook remembers the way his bed creaks when you push him onto it and get on top of him, your thighs caging him between you. You sit directly on him, your clit grinding against his shaft. This was the closest he’s ever been to having sex, and he wasn’t even inside of you - that didn’t make it any less exciting for him.

“You don’t have to do this.” was what you hadn’t expected to hear from him - or any teenage boy. “You’re drunk, right?”

You recall the way your nails dig into his shoulders and how wide your eyes got. Your heart had jolted once more, but you were always left confused whenever Jungkook showed signs of genuine concern for you. 

“I’m not drunk.” you murmured to him. It wasn’t a complete lie, you were buzzed, yes, but not completely incoherent. “Maybe I feel sorry for you being all alone.”

It was you who felt lonely after far too many drinks, your mind clouded with the very boy beneath you.

 You press yourself firmly against him. “I left my friends to come here.”

You lied and told them you had to go home.

“Aren’t you happy?”

You didn’t know how you'd act if Jungkook had rejected you fully at that moment. 

Jungkook doesn’t. He tells you that he is happy - and it was genuine. He’s happy that you chose him out of anyone to do this with, even if his cock wasn’t inside you. Feeling your pussy, warm, wet and dripping all over him, was enough.

You weren’t quiet in the slightest, however, no matter how hard Jungkook pleaded with you with fluttering eyes. You were in bliss yourself, your hips rutting, slippery pussy gliding against his hard cock. Your hands tug at his own to touch you anywhere, stating that he should be grateful you were here with him right now.

“I think I’m going to cum-”

Jungkook didn’t mean to slam his hand against your lips, he just didn’t need anyone waking up and hearing you right now. 

What Jungkook didn’t expect was your tongue to wrap around his fingers and suckle onto them, blurry eyes staring right at him. He cums, it’s hard and fast and sticks all over you, but you don’t care because you cum right along with him.

You share many memories with Jungkook, even if your situation with him only lasts a school year. That was the first time he had told you about his college entrance exams, stating that the very next morning he had to take them. You recalled the way he calls you a good luck charm when he places an arm around your waist and holds you close to him, the intimacy frightening you to no end.

Jungkook recalls the way you were gone by the time he woke up the following morning as if a fragment of his own imagination.

Now, Jungkook watches the way his son - it was weird to even think about - eyes stare at the large estate as he drives through the gates. 

Ji-tae doesn’t say anything. He hadn’t said much the entire ride there. Your car is already waiting for them as they arrive and once Jungkook pulls in, you’re already getting out of the car.

“You live here?” Ji-tae murmurs as Jungkook puts the car in park. A part of him isn’t ready to face you.

“Yes.” Jungkook responds. “Are you hungry? Dinner should be served soon.”

Ji-tae furrows his brows. “You have a cook?”

“Only sometimes.” Jungkook admits. “There was no time for me to cook today.” he trails off, because it was obvious. He had to find someone else to pick up Jinah entirely instead of you like she’s used to.

You have to admit seeing Jungkook and Ji-tae together does something to your heart. You didn’t want to face the reality of it all, however, especially when Jungkook draws nearer. “He’s hungry.”

“He always is.” you glance at Ji-tae, who adverts his eyes as soon as you look at him. “I was just about to start cooking until I realized you were gone.”

“We need to talk.”

“I should take Ji-tae-”

“It wasn’t a suggestion.” Jungkook interrupts. 

You take a deep breath. “I’m taking my son-”

“Your son?!” Jungkook scoffs at your choice of words.

You swallow. “Get in the car, Tae.” your words grit out. “Jungkook, I’ll-”

“He’s hungry.” Jungkook hisses, his eyes glaring towards you. 

Ji-tae has never been in a parental dispute before. In just a short amount of time, he realized he had a father.

 No, his father wasn’t dead. 

Yes, his mother knew exactly who he was.

And he was right in the middle of it all.

“Let him eat.” Jungkook continues. “You and I need to talk.”

There wasn’t any getting out of this, you note. Jungkook’s eyes are hard and staring right through you. 

“Fine.” you quip. 

Sitting across from a child that looked just like him wasn’t on Ji-tae’s itinerary.

Jeon Jinah stares at Ji-tae just as he stares right back at her. His stomach rumbles when he smells the food that the older man - a chef - places right in front of them. 

Jinah watches curiously as the older boy eats as if he hadn’t in days. It reminds her of when her dad eats, shoving food down faster than he could chew. It makes her laugh but just a bit and she follows his lead, shoving food into her own mouth just as aggressively.

“That’s it?” Jungkook scoffs. “That’s all you have to say to me? It is what it is?”

Jungkook’s office is the furthest from the dining area that would grant them such privacy.

“You kept my son-”

“You have no proof that he’s yours.” you deadpan, only because you had no actual argument.

“Can you be serious for once, Y/N?” Jungkook rolls his eyes. “You’re actually so fucking selfish.”

You bite the inside of your cheek, your eyes glaring daggers at him. “I’m selfish?” you spit.

“Yeeesss!” Jungkook hisses. “What the fuck have I done to you?”

You snicker. “I don’t have time for this.” you wave Jungkook off. You were only willing to talk because it was evident Jungkook wasn’t going to let you leave - and you didn’t want to cause a scene with Ji-tae watching and Jinah close.

Your hands grasp the doorknob to get out of this entirely, but from behind you Jungkook slams it shut. “You’re good for that, aren’t you?” he hisses.

“Fuck off, Kook.” you push yourself away from him. 

“No.” Jungkook steps closer to you. “That’s all you do, Y/N. You keep running. How long are you going to run until you’re out of breath?”

“When are you going to get out of the past?” you question. “You’ve forced me-”

Jungkook laughs in disbelief. “I didn’t force you to do anything.”

“No?” It was your turn to laugh. “Was it not you claiming that you wouldn’t let me leave?”

“You’re changing the subject. That isn’t the point and you know it.” Jungkook barks. “Why are you choosing to ignore the elephant in the room? The elephant being a 13 year old child. My child.”

You cross your arms over your chest. You didn’t have an answer. At least not the right one Jungkook would be looking for. Your body is hot and you were in fight or flight mode - and he knows exactly which mode you’ll rather be taking now. 

“It is,” your eyes look at Jungkook’s once more. “what it is.” 

Jungkook takes a deep breath. His throat makes a noise - a snicker of disbelief. He blinks a few times. He recalls the one and only time he’s ever put a hand on a woman and it was Jinah’s mother - for good reason, he always tells himself. But now, he finds that he wants to do the same to you. He doesn’t, but the thought flickers in his mind. 

“Did you hate me that much?” 

Your hard demeanor crumbles at Jungkook’s words. Even more at the crack in his voice at the end of his question. You don’t look at him anymore, and instantly Jungkook notices. 

“You did.” Jungkook licks his lips. “Whatever animosity you felt towards me, Y/N, you didn’t have to take it out on him.” 

“I didn’t take anything out on Ji-tae!” you hiss, uncrossing your arms. 

“You did!” Jungkook barks back. “You denied him a father, have you not?” 

The way you flinch has Jungkook taking a step back. He swallows the lump in his throat. He has to calm himself down, he thinks. 

“For once, can you just think about how I feel?” Jungkook questions. “To have him look at me the way he did. With such animosity. He thought you were lying to him.” 

You turn away from Jungkook. The study is large with books lining the wall. A studded leather seat sits behind a desk that looks obsessively organized. You don’t care about the study or the desk, you just don’t want Jungkook to look at you right now. Your eyes were beginning to burn and it was you that now appeared utterly pathetic. 

“About…what?” you murmur. 

“About not knowing he existed.” Jungkook grits his teeth. “He thought I abandoned him, Y/N. That now I pity you and-“

“I told him the truth!” you exclaim, still your back turned away from him. “I…I don’t want him to hate you.”

“Too late for that.” Jungkook scoffs. “I don’t blame him. I wouldn’t believe it, either. It still hurts.”

You squeeze your eyes close. You didn’t want to be here anymore and have to face the consequences of your actions. Jungkook was right to feel how he does. You should have told him about your pregnancy. You should have explained it all to him - your feelings, no matter how confused you were about them, your reasoning for leaving him alone entirely. All of it.

And not even just Jungkook, but Ji-tae. You had taken a father away from him. Even if you told yourself you were doing the right thing, it didn’t mean that it was the right thing. There’s a part of Ji-tae that he’s missed out on for so long that he’s told you himself he doesn’t want if it meant hurting you. 

“I didn’t hate you.” you murmur, so low and defeated. 

“You sure?” Jungkook snickers. You haven’t turned around yet. “Could have fooled me. You know…I told you about Jinah,” he begins. “about how she needed a woman in her life. Why didn’t you tell me then? You didn’t think Ji-tae needed a father in his life?”

“Of course I did.” 

Your throat begins to ache and before you know it, you feel your cheeks wet. You were crying, something you didn’t want - not in front of Jungkook. 

“Maybe I wasn’t the father you thought he needed.” 

Jungkook speaks so certainly. He’s doing what he always does when it comes to you. He gets further into his head, his own insecurities speaking louder than you are. 

“What?” You wipe your own eyes and sniffle a bit. “What the fuck are you on about now, Kook?”

“Well what else could it be?” Jungkook exclaims. “You made your choice 13 years ago. You ghosted me and took Ji-tae with you.”

“That’s not true.” you turn around, eyes glossy and red. 

“Then tell me what the fuck is the truth?!”  Jungkook is taken aback by your appearance. Glossy eyes, trembling lips. He realized he’s never seen you cry before - or look this vulnerable. “I followed you around because I was pathetic, right? I did your homework and all assignments.”

“Stop.” you hiss, but he doesn’t.

“I did whatever you told me to do. I touched myself in front of you because you told me to. I smelt your panties because you told me to.” 

Jungkook is now a few inches away from you. He’s angered, similar to the way he was in his office hours ago. 

“I told you I loved you.” Jungkook murmurs. “And still I wasn't good enough for you.”

You push past Jungkook, feeling the familiar ache in your throat. You’re at his office door again - you couldn’t deal with this. Not now.

“There you go again.” Jungkook is behind you just as you peel the door open. “Running away from your problems.”

You don’t make it far out the door before Jungkook is grasping your bicep and yanking you back. 

“Be honest for once, Y/N. Say it.” Jungkook forces you to face him. “Tell me how pathetic I am, again. Isn’t that why you left me? You’ll rather have Ji-tae grow up without a father than for me to be that.”

You push at Jungkook’s chest as hard as you could. His grip on your bicep disappears, but you can still feel his fingers on you. 

“Don’t you think I did it because of you?!” you hiss, pushing him again. 

“Because of me?!” Jungkook’s eyes widened at your audacity. 

“Yes, you!” you bellow. You don’t mean to. The door is wide open now and you’re positive Ji-tae and Jinah could hear. “I didn’t have what you did. I wasn’t accepted anywhere like you!” 

You push him again, but this time Jungkook doesn’t attempt to dodge your attack. 

“I didn’t have parents that cared about me like you did. Do you really think you’ll be where you are now if I would have told you?” 

Jungkook watches the way you cry once more. That was twice in just a short amount of time. You’ve stopped pushing him and instead sob just a bit. 

Now, Jungkook feels terrible. His words replay in his mind and he comes to the actuality of your words. You did it for him. 

“Y/N…”

Your sobbing stops. You peer, through blurred eyes, the look that Jungkook gives you. Instantly, it angers you. You hated being pitied.

“Shut up and don’t look at me!” you hiss.

“Don’t do that.” Jungkook shakes his head with a sigh. “Don’t shut me out again.”

Jungkook wants to reach out and touch you, but he’s afraid that you’d attack him for real this time. 

“Do you really think,” you wipe at your eyes bitterly. “that your parents would’ve allowed you to give everything you worked for…for me?” you scoff. “A slut who got herself pregnant-“

“I got you pregnant.” Jungkook interrupts. “Stop blaming yourself, Y/N. You didn’t do anything by yourself. I loved you more than going to fucking college.”

You scoff and shake your head. “You don’t get it, Kook. Do you really think I wanted you to do that?”

Before Jungkook has the chance to get further into his own head and jump through conclusions, you continue. 

“Do you really think I wanted you to give up everything you worked hard for? For me? 

Watching Jungkok with his family, from afar, was enough for you to come to the conclusion that you’d keep this pregnancy to yourself; at least for now. Even now, you recall the way your stomach sunk at the look on Jungkook’s face. He’s holding up his diploma as he takes pictures alongside his parents. There’s several medals around his neck and even an award in his hand.

Jungkook wasn’t like you - you thought it right there. Jungkook had two parents that loved him. He had parents that were proud of him. His own mother had tears in her own eyes as she stared at her son so lovingly.

Proudly.

“Cheer up!” Ava exclaimed, wrapping her arm around your shoulders. She shakes you a bit. She doesn’t know about your pregnancy, nor does she know just who you’re staring at. “We actually passed!”

“Thanks to Jungkook.” Lia giggled on the other side of you. “College is going to be hard without him. We sure as hell ain't going where he is.” 

You felt your stomach churn at the mention of Jungkook. To your friends, he was nothing but a nerd you used to get what you wanted out of him, and in a way he was. However, you hadn’t told them how your heart felt whenever you were around him. You hadn’t told them how funny Jungkook actually was, and smarter than he even shows. 

Your friends didn’t know about you sneaking away from them to visit Jungkook in his bedroom. How your heart felt as he held you all night - how you wished you’d stay but forced yourself to leave even before the sun came up. 

Your friends didn’t know that you preferred the company of Jungkook over theirs. 

“Yeah.” you murmur. “We aren’t.”

Now, Jungkook stares at you. You’re breathing so heavily and for the first time, you actually feel like just a bit of weight is coming off of your shoulders.

“Look at everything you’ve accomplished.” you wave your hand around at the estate - at everything, truly. “The business. The success. Do you really think you’d have it if you hadn’t left?”

The question has Jungkook stunned. He’s silent, pondering on it. Would he, he thinks, have it all? You were the main cause of his success. You leaving him gave him the drive he needed to be where he was today. It was an action he took to prove to you that he was worthy, even if he never saw you again. 

Jungkook bites the inside of his cheek, his heart jumping in his chest. 

“No, right?” you run a hand over your hair, chuckling a bit. Bitterly. “You wouldn’t.”

“I wouldn’t have cared, either.” Jungkook responds. “I would have been fine going to community college. Or nowhere at all if it meant I could have stayed with you.”

You feel that ping in your chest again. It’s the same feeling you felt all those years ago while in Jungkook’s room. The way he looked in your eyes and told you that you didn’t have to do this. It’s a feeling you’ve never felt until that moment, you recall. The softness in his voice and the genuine look in his eye. 

“Jinah wouldn’t be here.” you mumble. Jungkook wasn't getting it, you think, or at least not in the way you need him to. 

Jungkook is silent once more. 

Jinah.

Taking a deep breath, Jungkook feels that wave of exhaustion flows through him once more. 

“Stay here tonight.” Jungkook pleads. “And don’t leave this time.”

You knit your brows. “What do you mean?”

“You always leave. Everytime.” Jungkook murmurs. “Like you did the first time. In my bedroom. You leave before we have the chance to actually talk.”

You bite your lip. Now wasn’t the time for you to bottle your emotions and mask them underneath slick remarks. 

“I want us to talk when we’re both level headed. Right now…let’s just eat. As a family.”

Jungkook steps out into the hallway and presses a hand onto your shoulder. He peers down at you, tilting his head just a bit. His eyes are curious. He wants to know what you’re thinking. He wants to ask everything - how was your pregnancy? How did you find out it was a boy? Did you have him naturally? Jungkook couldn’t imagine how you felt in labor, alone without him there to comfort you.

Jungkook’s lips are warm against your head. Your shoulders slump a bit, a sudden calmness overcoming you.

Ji-tae watches from the corner. Jinah is behind him. She’s confused, maybe even a bit upset at how irate her father appeared. She looks up at him with similarly dark eyes, her clothes ruined by attempting to keep up with him in eating.

“Are they fighting?” Jinah whispers. 

“We gotta go sit down.” was Ji-tae’s response just as Jungkook lifts his lips from your forehead. “I bet you can’t beat me to the table.”

Jinah instantly forgets the yelling just down the hall and runs as fast as her legs could bring her. Ji-tae glances back at you - the sight of you and Jungkook. His mind races with questions that he himself wishes he had the answers to. Instead, he turns on his feels and strolls after Jinah, assuring she got to the table right before he had. 

Jinah talks - and talks, and talks. It makes the dinner table feel a bit less awkward. Her main fascination now was Ji-tae - the new boy who was older, but not yet a man like her father. She asked question after question and it’s Jungkook who’s impressed by how patient he was. He answers all of her questions while Jinah sits with dirtied designer clothes and stained cheeks.

You’re a bit amused - and maybe even a little content - with watching Jinah and Ji-tae, even if she doesn’t fully comprehend who he is just yet. She invites him to her ballet recital, stating that he could sit front row alongside you and her dad. At first she was disappointed with hearing “I’ll try”, but it subsides when Ji-tae tells her it would depend if he was done with his gymnastic meets. As if on queue, her - and Jungkook’s - ears perk. The younger girl goes on and on without taking as much as a breath in how she too takes gymnastics - how she flips and always lands on her feet; unlike the other girls her age.

“Can I go?!” Jinah then turns to Jungkook - because she always did. There wasn’t anything she couldn’t get out of him, her matching eyes staring longingly at him until he eventually gave in.

“I don’t think-” was all Jungkook could get out before her eyes began to water rather dramatically. Jinah knew that her father was leading up to a no, and a young girl with a closet just for her dolls, designer clothing and a tea set imported from Europe wasn’t accustomed to anything that wasn’t yes.

“You can come.” Ji-tae speaks up. “On one condition.”

Jungkook lets out a sigh of relief when Jinahs eyes - that coincidently appears dry now - turns to Ji-tae.

“Con..di..shon.” Jinah squints her eyes. She doesn’t know what that means.

“Condition. Like…a promise.” Ji-tae takes another bite of the steak. It happened to be his second plate right when you and Jungkook arrived. “When I come in first place, you cheer louder than everyone there.”

It’s you that rolls your eyes - Ji-tae was always competitive, a trait he didn’t get from you as you couldn’t care less about coming on top. “It’s a local competition, so she won’t be kicked out.”

You learned the hard way when Ji-tae was 10. To think of the amount of money you spent leading up to the competition, you’d be able to cheer.

Jungkook watches the way Jinah lifts her pinky as if she was signing a contract. He glances your way to find you’re already looking at him and he thinks maybe things are going to be alright  - at least in this moment.

Currently, Ji-tae lays in the large bed in Jungkook’s home. He’s wearing headphones, his eyes staring right on the ceiling. His mind is clouded a bit, drifting to everything that he’s learned all in one day. He thinks of your and Jungkook’s conversation that you hadn’t known he was listening to, how you stated you didn’t have the things Jungkook had. He thinks of the pictures that were lining the living room walls of Jinah in different stages - gymnastics, ballet, her first days of pre-school and kindergarten.

Ji-tae even notices other pictures of families, but his eyes don't linger on them for longer than he needed to.

Ji-tae stirs when the dim room begins to brighten. He removes the headphones from around him and lifts up from his laying position to look towards the door. 

Jinah’s so small as she peers in. She opens it more once she realizes that Ji-tae is already up.

She’s holding something in her hands when she comes deeper in. Ji-tae sets the headphones beside him and goes towards the lamp on the end table and turns it on.

“Ice cream.” Jinah murmurs quietly as this was one of her biggest secrets once her father went to bed. She’s none the wiser about the cameras in the home, nor does Jungkook ever scold her about her late night ice cream adventures.

Ji-tae is amused when Jinah holds out the ice-cream for him. It’s wrapped in white wrapping and instantly, he knows it’s a drumstick. He takes it from her small hands. “Thanks.” he whispers to her. 

Jinah settles onto the bed, her legs crossed as she messily opens the ice cream, a few of the roasted peanuts falling onto her pajamas and onto the bed.

You sit on Jungkook’s bed, your eyes lingering on his back. It flexes each time he moves his arms as he dries his hair. You had showered after dinner when he was getting Jinah ready for bed, and as he did, you had spoken to Ji-tae about spending the night, assuring that in the morning you’d get him a change of clothes and her gym bag. 

“I think he hates me.”

Jungkook turns around to face you. You’re already watching him. He thinks you look cute when you wear his clothing, now only being in an oversize shirt as you didn’t have any of your own clothes here.

“Ji-tae doesn’t hate you.” you say to him. “Why do you feel that way?”

Jungkook strolls towards the right of the room and back towards the bathroom. He hands his towel to dry before returning. “I don’t know, really.” he admits. “I might just be projecting. I mean…I’d hate me if I was him.”

“Come here.” you gesture for Jungkook to take a seat besides you. He’s only wearing underwear, prepared for bed. You want to do just that, but you also know Jungkook wouldn’t be able to sleep if his mind was so hell-bent on telling him he was hated by a 13 year old.

Jungkook does. You face him as he sits down, your eyes take in his face, to his bare chest.

You take a deep breath. For a moment, you are both silent. Jungkook knits his brows a bit - it looks like you want to say something, but it appears to be troubling you. There’s a slight grimace on your face.

“I’m sorry.” you mumble.

Jungkook blinks.

Then, Jungkook blinks again. He blinks a total of five times.

 His eyebrows soften. “That took a lot out of you, huh?” he snickers, his lips twitching.

The snarky side of you would’ve snapped at him by now, something that wouldn’t have offended him entirely because he loves it, but you note that it wasn’t the time for that. Jungkook, after having some time to think over your words, had calmed down from earlier.

“I’m sorry, too.”

“For what?” you ask. “You didn’t do anything.”

Unless you count the way he spoke to you after not seeing you for 13 years. Or how unprofessional the relationship you and he had as boss and “assistant”. The list could go on - how he talked about you to his closest friends that he met in college, said friends that now despise you without even truly knowing you. How he had resentment towards you that caused him to take it out on every woman afterwards.

It isn’t Jungkook’s proudest moments.

“You had to go through it all alone, right?” Jungkook questions. “I can be upset with you for how things happened, but I can also try to put myself in your shoes.”

You hated being sentimental. It was a weird feeling - different than the sexual tension that Jungkook fucked out of you. That was easier than sitting here right now underneath his gaze. Your throat begins to ache and your heart does the annoying jolting again.

“I would’ve stayed.” Jungkook repeats his words from earlier.

“That would’ve been dumb.” you snort, glancing away from him to further avoid his gaze. “You would’ve stayed with the bitch that used you?”

Your foot begins to bounce slightly.

“You were too kind, Kook.” you say. “You let me use you and-”

“Was I not a willing participant?” Jungkook interrupts you. He leans closer to you, reaching out to gently poke your cheek. “You speak as if you took advantage of me, Y/N. I did your homework because I wanted to. I skipped classes because I wanted to.”

When you finally turn back towards Jungkook, you find that his own eyes are already waiting for you.

You exhale. “I thought you would’ve found a girlfriend in college.” you attempt to change the subject. “Someone nice.”

“I did.” Jungkook replies.

You furrow your brows. “Oh?” you ask. You’re unsure how to feel - even if you know you don’t deserve to feel anything at all. 

Jungkook tilts his head. “Didn’t work out.” he murmurs. 

You swallow. “Why not?”

Jungkook shrugs his shoulders. “She was too nice.” he responds. “Isn’t that fucked up? It didn’t work out because she was too nice?” he snorts. “I was an asshole in college. I’ve built up resentment towards you without even realizing that I was trying to find you in every woman I involved myself with. Too nice, not nice when it mattered, too submissive. I was just never satisfied.”

Again, you feel it. This time, it’s a feeling you’ve felt before when Jungkook, as teenagers, stated that he didn’t talk to other girls; something you hadn’t felt in a long time.

“What about you? Have you dated anyone?”

“Y-Yeah.” you nod. “Not long. Only one guy.”

“What happened?” Jungkook doesn’t want to think about someone else having you.

“Stole from me.” you reply quickly. “Called me a crazy bitch on his way out. Stealing from me meant he was also stealing from Ji-tae. After that, I realized I didn’t have time to date. I stopped.” You shrugged your shoulders just as he did. “It’s always just been Ji-tae and I.”

Jungkook doesn’t say anything. He tries to imagine what you’d look like pregnant, even as young as you were. What you’d look like holding a young boy's hands and navigating the world when you yourself were so young.

“This has to be a lot to take in at such a young age.”

You nod your head in agreement. You want to talk to Ji-tae again in the morning. He’s punctual and waking up in a new environment would surely throw off his routine, but Jungkook does have a home gym you were sure he didn’t mind him using. 

You hum to yourself, your mind drifting a bit before Jungkook speaks again.

“I want him to talk to a therapist.” 

You blink.

“I know someone. He’s a friend of mine,” Jungkook begins. “from college. He’s the best in the city, too. I think it’ll be good for all of us.”

You find yourself inhaling again. “I think so, too.” you agree. “Hopefully whatever we say is confidential.” you tease - only a bit, because you did want some form of privacy if you were going to be speaking to a therapist.

Jungkook snorts. “Joon’s professional.” he assures. “He takes his job and license seriously. Plus, he’s a genuine friend of mine. He’s one of the few that doesn’t hate you.”

Jungkook stiffens a bit when he realizes he’s said too much. He watches your expression change for a moment, before it flickers back to the more stoic one he remembers.

“I mean-”

“I know what you mean.” you interrupt. “So…how much of a bitch did you tell them I was to you?”

You’re staring so intently at him, but you appear so calm. Jungkook doesn’t know if you’re upset with him, or toying with him like you enjoy doing.

“Did you tell them how obsessed you were with me?” you murmur. It’s right then that Jungkook sees it, that twinkle in your eyes. “I bet they tried hooking you up with girls, right?”

You adjust yourself to turn fully towards Jungkook, his oversize shirt hiking up your thighs just a bit to offer him a peak of what's beneath it - which isn’t anything at all. His shoulders relax just a bit, his eyes blinking away from your smooth thighs back to your eyes.

Softly, Jungkook nods his head.

Your lips curl upwards just a bit and it excites him. He feels a shudder run up his spine, the hair on his arm rising as goosebumps break out.

“I can’t wait to meet them.”

You move fast - or maybe Jungkook just doesn’t care to react. You climb right into his lap, sitting directly against his clothed crotch and he immediately wants to remove his underwear to feel you fully. 

Your hands settle on his chest a bit, your eyes watching the way your fingers trace along the tattoo on his chest. You tilt your head just a bit just as Jungkook’s hands settle onto your waist.

“Did you tell them the wicked bitch from your past return? Or am I a secret?”

Jungkook doesn’t intend to hide the truth from you. “Secret.” he responds. He knows his friends. You haven’t been a topic to them for years now, but when you were they didn’t have anything nice to say. Namjoon, like he stated, was neutral. He attempted to see things from your point of view, even if he didn’t have it. He came up with his own conclusions to not fully demonize you, a teenage girl.

Jimin, however, couldn’t be convinced. Upon immediately meeting Jungkook, the shy freshman with soft eyes that kept to himself, he thought of you as a lion that preyed on a lamb. His attempts in meeting different girls in college had gone down the drain, but it didn’t mean he ever stopped. He was ecstatic in knowing that Jungkook had a child on the way and prayed that it would work out with Jinah’s mother.

It didn’t.

However, Jimin wasn’t one to quit.

Hoseok was uninterested in you, but brought you up the most as the years dragged on. He couldn’t understand how one girl could have his friend act in such a way.

“How would they react if you told them?”

Your fingers tap upwards to his collarbone, to his neck.

“I bet they were hoping you’d get over me, too.”

“They’ll get over it.” Jungkook grabs your hand into his own. He brings it to his lips to press soft kisses onto your fingertips. “They have to, right? You aren’t going anywhere.”

It’s a settled statement, not a question in sight. He’s telling you directly as calmly as he could. 

“What was your pregnancy like?”

You blink.

Jungkook watches the way your expression shifts, your eyebrows knitting together. “My…pregnancy?”

“Yeah.” Jungkook nods curtly. “Did it go easily?”

The shift in conversation takes you by surprise, but you try not to dwell on it. “Um,” your mind races in order to think back to your pregnancy years ago. “I remember being exhausted. All Tae did was kick nonstop.”

Jungkook wants to envision it; you pregnant, your stomach forming as the months go on. The more he thinks of it, the sadder he gets - as pathetic it sounds - to not experience it alongside you.

“I was always hungry. I thought I’d get these weird cravings, you know?” you tell him and Jungkook listens intently, intrigued by it all while you sit in his lap. “But I didn’t. I would eat while walking around the house because that seemed to calm him down a bit.”

“Did you want a boy?”

Jungkook’s question brings you back to that time all those years ago. It reminds you of how lonely you felt without your friends - without him. All of your doctor visits were held in the next town over to assure - as your mother requested - you wouldn’t be seen by anyone she knew. Almost rarely did she attend with you.

It was moments like that, you sitting alone in the small space, that you ask yourself what it would’ve been like if you had told Jungkook. Or anyone else. 

You stare with squinting eyes at the screen, your heart jolts against your chest at how weird it felt to see the fetus right inside of you. 

You pondered if she was judging you, someone so young and without anyone to accompany her. She was nice, you recall, always smiled at you and even asked if you wanted to know the gender at a different appointment.

You hadn’t thought about the gender much -  not until that day. At your uncertainty, she had given you an envelope and it takes you exactly 2 weeks to open it. 

You weren’t sure exactly what you were afraid of - you were doing this regardless. Did you want a girl? That would be easier seeing as you yourself were one. You knew what it was like to be a girl living in this world. You knew how the world operated - for the most part - and you could teach her things your mother hadn’t taught you. You could show her the affection you wished you had, even right at that moment.

You remember the way you cried upon opening the envelope and reading “It’s a boy!” written neatly on it. You weren’t sure why you were crying. You hadn’t cried in months, but yet there you sat in your own bedroom, bawling at the thought of raising a boy all on your own.

“Yeah. I did.” you answer Jungkook truthfully. “I cried,” you snorted to yourself. “but then…I was happy. It’s just been Ji-tae and I ever since. We grew up together.”

Jungkook smiles at that. His fingers tap along your waist as he thinks about you and Ji-tae - you holding his smaller hands in yours. You holding him to your chest, him learning how to walk and talk similar to how he and Jinah were.

“I know what I did wasn’t right.”

You lean closer to Jungkook until your forehead touches his and your nose glides against one another. Jungkook’s heart races at how close you and he are. It appeared that no matter how many times he’s had you, you always had the ability to make his heart race as if he was the same teenage boy from his youth.

“But…” you murmur. Your lips are nearly touching his. “...I don’t want you to hate me.”

In that moment, Jungkook feels you shift in his lap and press yourself against his (embarrassingly hard) cock. It’s easier to feel you as you weren’t wearing anything underneath his shirt.

“I don’t hate you.” Jungkook answers almost instantly, his lips parting a bit. “You know I don’t.”

“Hm,” your hands trail teasingly behind his neck, and when you do so Jungkook has no choice but to shudder. “I know.”

Your lips capture his and he takes it all in needily. Instantly, his hold onto your waist tightens as you  kiss him, growing more lewd by the second. 

Your fingers trail into his hair, lightly tugging at them as Jungkook’s hands slide upwards and underneath the shirt to touch your soft skin. His tongue suckles onto yours, moaning into your mouth helplessly.

“Where do we go from here?” you say against his lips. Your body feels so hot and Jungkook’s hands on you doesn’t help.

“Where do you want it to go?” murmurs Jungkook in response. 

There’s another light tug on Jungkook’s hair, one that feels good to the touch. Maybe because you were the one doing it.

“I thought I didn’t have a choice.”

Jungkook inhales your scent. It’s clean and simple, nothing too dramatic. He can feel his cock twitch to be free from its barrier and feel you. His hands slide up your sides until they’re right underneath your breast.

“I don’t want you to go.” Jungkook says, pecking your lips, then sending kisses down your jaw. “I want you both here with me and Jinah.” 

You hum, deciding to deepen the kiss once more. Jungkooks’s hands tighten their grip on you, sliding up until they’re gripping your breast entirely. Your nipples hard instantly and you couldn’t help but groan into his mouth.

“You aren’t making it easier for me.” Jungkook murmurs against your lips. “I think you know what you’re doing.”

You’re amused. “What am I doing exactly?” you ask, but you know the teasing tone in your voice followed by the way you slightly grind against him that it’s obvious. 

“That,” Jungkook sighs. “you’re torturing me, right now. You always liked doing that.”

You did. As much as you enjoyed doing it, Jungkook enjoyed being on the receiving end of it. His thumbs press against your hardened nipples, twirling them slowly, his dark eyes watching you. 

“You’re supposed to be madder at me right now.” you voice. Leaning away from Jungkook, he immediately misses your warmth, but his hands settle on your waist. “You’re too forgiven.”

Jungkook takes a deep breath. For a moment, he watches you. It’s hard being upset with you when you’re already in his lap and he can feel just how wet you are, even through his underwear. It makes it harder when he does hear things from your point of view, something Namjoon had insisted he do plenty of times before, even when he didn’t have it. While he went years building resentment for you while simultaneously trying to find you in every woman he sought out, you were raising a child on your own.

Jungkook isn’t sure what he thought your life would be, truly. He assumed you’ve gone to college elsewhere and found someone else as weak as him. He assumed you used your abilities to get yourself somewhere far, far away from it all.

“You’re thinking too hard again.” 

Your voice brings him back to reality. He blinks once, then twice.

“I am mad.” Jungkook murmurs. 

“Oh?” you tilt your head, peering down at him.

Jungkook feels his heart jolt.

“I’m mad you didn’t tell me, but you already knew that.” Jungkook continues. “I’m mad you did it all alone.”

“And what else?”

Jungkook isn’t sure what you’re doing by asking him this. What more did you want to hear from him? As long as he’s known you, there has to be some way for you to further toy with him. He’s sure of it when you grasp the end of his shirt and pull it over your head, removing the last piece of clothing until you’re fully naked on top of him.

“I’m mad you m-made me waste unnecessary time.”

“Did I?” you snicker, more amused by the slight stutter in his words. Your fingers tap along Jungkook’s chest, dipping lower and lower. “Maybe you should blame yourself, too. I couldn’t have been hard to find, right?”

You don’t blame Jungkook in the slightest and you were truly just talking for the sake of it. 

When you read his abdomen, Jungkook can feel his cock flinch desperately. 

“I wanted to.” Jungkook admits, a tint on his cheeks. “Jimin told me not to.”

“Jimin…” you say his name far too sweet for Jungkook’s liking. “...a friend of yours?”

Jungkook nods. 

“What does he think about me?”

Your fingers are now at the band of his underwear, the calvin klein lettering looking back up at you. 

“Jimin…holds grudges…” Jungkook licks his lips. “But he doesn’t know you, just-”

“Knows what you told him?” you finish the sentence. “I’m fine with that.”

Your fingers dig into his underwear and right as you lift yourself off of him, you peel them down. Embarrassingly, Jungkook’s cock shoots up, tip red and angry. 

Swallow, Jungkook murmurs, “I thought about you a lot. But…”

You allow Jungkook to speak. His underwear stops at his knees and he wiggles them off until he’s fully free of them.

“...I still resented you. Hoseok didn’t make it any better.”

You allow Jungkook to speak, grasping his cock in your palm and centering it at your entrance. You watch his face entirely.

“He told me to take my frustration from you out on other girls.”

Jungkook’s lips part, letting out a sharp breath when he feels the tip slide between your lips. So wet and warm, fully engulfing him entirely. 

“Go on.” you encourage, your tone strangely sweet that Jungkook does. “I tried. I told you the relationship didn't work out.” Jungkook murmurs. “Every hookup, all I could think about was you.”

There it was, Jungkook thinks, the twinkle in your eyes as he speaks. He thinks his words are fueling your own ego. Your walls squeeze around the tip immediately as you enter it and Jungkook shudders.

“Tell me more.”

And Jungkook does. He says it all - how he resented you for making him feel that way. How even after years away from you, all he could think about was the way you made him feel. He tells you how he became unrecognizable to himself, someone he didn’t recognize when he looked in the mirror - and he blamed it all on you. Blaming it on someone made it easier for him to get through life, even if he knew that it made him as pathetic as you called him.

Your thighs cage Jungkook in as he speaks, your hips rising and falling. You go faster and faster with each admission, your eyes focusing on the way Jungkook’s flutter and his lips part to let out satisfied moans.

“What do you feel now, Kookie?” you couldn’t help but ask. Your hands settle onto his shoulders, nails digging into his skin without a care. Jungkook finds the stinging pain pleasurable. 

It’s hard to speak with the way you were taking him, rising and falling onto his cock so well. Your breasts bounce in his face and it’s right here that Jungkook thinks he’s in heaven.

“I love fucking you.” Jungkook gasps, his hands grabbing your waist in an attempt to slow you down, but if anything it feeds you. You grind against his cock, groaning with how deep inside of you it is. “I love having you close to me again.”

“You sound-”

“Pathetic?” Jungkook answers for you with a whimper. “I know.”

Nothing about what Jungkook was going through - and what he’s openly admitting - was admirable. He was everything you told him he was. And, at the moment, he hadn’t cared. Instead, his focus was on the way your pussy squeezes around his cock so lovingly, sinking him into the pleasured abyss, his tip slamming against that sweet spot he’s grown to love. 

“I love being around you.” Jungkook has to stop you himself by lifting you off of him. His breath quickens and for a moment, he squeezes his eyes shut. He didn’t want to cum - not yet.

“Too much?” you murmur, hovering above him. “Everytime you get sentimental, you act like you can’t handle it.”

“I can handle it just fine.” Jungkook retorts. “Maybe I just want to savor it.” he says.

Much to your dismay - partially - Jungkook flips the two of you. Your back hits the bed, but only a second goes by before he flips you once more, your chest pressed firmly against the bed.

“Knowing how you like to do things.” Jungkook retorts right behind you, and before you could snap back at him like he knows you would, his cock is entering you. 

As if on instinct, your thighs part, needing to feel more of him inside of you. Your lips part and as hard as you try, you couldn’t help the moan that falls pass them.

“Never know when you’ll get up and run away.” Jungkook snaps his hips forwards, a hand falling right besides your head, the other onto your waist to keep you right where he needs you. “You’re good for that, you know?”

Jungkook starts at a steady pace, his eyes fluttering with how well you feel around his cock. He doesn’t get tired of this - of you. 

“Fuck you.” you hiss just as your hands grip the sheets beneath you tightly. 

Then, Jungkook’s pace quickens. Who was he not to give you what you were desperately asking of him? His cocks pumps into you deeply, his stamina never wavering. The sight of you alone has his heart racing. You look so beautiful beneath him, your back arched just a bit, your thighs pushed apart to allow more of him in. It was perfect.

“But those days are behind us, right? You won’t be running anymore.” Jungkook huffs, lowering himself to press a kiss against your back.

You bite the inside of your cheek harshly, your eyes fluttering. Jungkook always has this switch to him. One moment, you’d be in control of it all, then the next he was. It was a healthy contrast to his younger self who allowed you to do whatever. It reminds you now that he was indeed a man.

As much as Jungkook was torturing himself with pulling out right as he was about to cum, he’s torturing you just as much. You’re a trembling mess beneath him, only the tip still in your clenching hole. He’s only a bit smug with how fucked out you are right now, loving the way your body flinches and your pussy squeezes at him, wanting more.

“You look so pretty like this.” Jungkooks coos, allowing his cock to push deeper inside of you and on instinct, your hips buck. A straggled moan passes through your lips. “It’s so different to see you compliant.”

Your pussy is already so wet and with each stretch, a sloppy squelch dances through Jungkook’s ears. It’s something he’d never get tired of. He pushes the rest of his cock in, burying it to the hilt. Your back arches and your fingers are tightly fisted into the bedsheets. A part of you is grateful that Jungkook’s home is as cheap as your apartment. The walls aren’t as thin and behind the thick, mahogany door you couldn’t hear anything. 

Witnessing the way your pussy takes all of him, Jungkook couldn’t help but licks his lips. Your body is so flushed, your thighs shaking and he cannot see your face, but he knows by now what you look like - glossy eyes and fucked out expression; his favorite.

“You tapping out?” Jungkook chuckles, thrusting out just to push back into you once more. He enjoys the sight of your ass slamming against him. “Can’t handle it?”

Jungkook isn’t slow in fucking you this time. He’s tortured you - and himself -  enough. He doesn’t give you a chance to give him a snappy response, and instead beats you to it. Each thrust has your body crashing against the bed, a moan - sometimes a high-pitched squeal - following immediately after. He thinks how perfect you are beneath him - how much he doesn’t want this to end. Your pussy is so wet that it captivates him entirely, plunging in and out of you roughly as you beg him for more - deeper, harder, faster.

You don’t have anything catty to say to the man, nothing besides sobs of pleasures. Maybe Jungkook won this one, you think, but there'll be many more battles that you’ll overcome. Until then, you allow your hips to meet Jungkook’s thrusts. Your pussy spasms, arousal pooling down your thighs filthily.

“Theeere you go,” Jungkook groans. His left hand slides from your waist slowly, leaving goosebumps behind them. He stops at your neck and roughly grasps it and hoists you up against his chest. His pumps don't stop as his lips press against your ear. He nibbles on it teasingly before his tongue licks along it. “I know you can take it just fine, baby.”

From your neck, Jungkook’s hand softens as it glides down to your chest. He squeezes a breast into his palm possessively, all the way his tongue falls to your neck. 

“Feel how wet you are.”

You do without hesitation - another part to Jungkook for how submissive you were being. You’re embarrassed by how right he is, your thighs coated with your own arousal. His cock pumps more out with each thrust. Your fingers twirl around your clit as your orgasm approaches closer. Your body falls limp against Jungkook’s.

Squeezing your breast again, Jungkook grumbles, “You aren’t going anywhere.” 

Jungkook knows that no matter how demanding and monotonous he speaks, deep down, there’s the same pathetic teenage boy you remember. The same one who watched you from afar and wished, that even if once, you’d talk to him again. He needs to hear you say it, so he tells you to. “Say it.”

You let go, juices pulling onto your fingers as Jungkook sloppily thrusts forward - deeper and deeper, hitting that sweet spot so well.

“Say you’re not going to leave.” Jungkook nearly begs into your neck, his stomach forming into knots.

You do, the simple “I’m not going to leave you” that has his pathetic heart fluttering. At that moment is when Jungkook cums, spilling so much inside of you that it knocks him unconscious immediately afterwards.

Jungkook is groggy when he awakes. He isn’t sure what time it is or how long he’s been asleep for - and for a few seconds, he forgets what day it is. Then, nearly all at once, does he remember exactly what’s happened the day prior.

Jungkook also remembers you fucking him to sleep, so much so that he couldn’t do his nightly workout session.

Reaching out his arms, Jungkook feels his heart jolt at how empty the bed feels. His eyes attempt to adjust and when they do, he finds that he’s alone, the large bed holding no trace of you. At first, he doesn’t know what to think or how to react - then his mind jumps into multiple scenarios. 

You left him - again. You fucked him to sleep and took the first moment you could to get the fuck out of there, taking Ji-tae with you. Of course, there’s only so far you could go, but it’s the first thought that comes to mind.

Then, however, Jungkook notices the faint smell of cinnamon. It eases his heart just a bit that he notices that his bedroom door is cracked just a bit. 

Within 15 minutes, Jungkook is washed up and takes the long hallway down to the kitchen.   He hears running water and when he rounds the corner, he sees you.

“Well you’re finally awake.” you say, glancing up from the plates you were scrubbing. 

Jungkook takes a deep breath, watching you long enough that you look up at him and catch his eye.

“Rough night?” you’re teasing him. The smile that forms onto your lips is enough for him to know that.

Jungkook hums, deciding to enter the kitchen instead of lingering in the entry way. His eyes scan the scenery and inhale the cinnamon smell once more.

Jungkook swallows, feeling a fluttery sensation in his stomach. 

You hadn’t left him, he thinks. Instead, you’re still here. You’re cleaning up what was cooked for breakfast, a meal he’s obviously missed, and you’re dressed for the day. 

You hadn’t left him. You cooked. You’re still here. You’re teasing him.

“You made breakfast.” states Jungkook, deciding that if he didn’t come back to reality soon, he’d probably confuse you.

“Your plate’s in the microwave. Didn’t want to wake you.”

You woke before anyone, but you weren’t surprised when Ji-tae was the next person up. You had managed to drive home, grab more than a few items that he’d need to start his own day, before returning. 

Jinah was the next one up. Her hair was a mess and at the sound of pancakes, she’s wide awake. 

“Jinah’s with Ji-tae.” you say as you place a plate onto the drying rack. “I told him he could use your treadmill. He usually runs every morning.”

Jungkook’s eyes glanced around the kitchen once more. He supposed that explains items being out that he’s positive you wouldn’t use - like the chocolate flavor protein powder.

“Is that fine?”

Jungkook blinks back at you. Your eyes are on him, this time scrubbing a pan.

“Of course.” Jungkook responds coolly. “I hope Jinah isn’t annoying him,” he says. He goes towards the microwave and opens it to find the stack of pancakes - blueberry; Jinah’s favorite. “She grows attached quickly.”

You should know, Jungkook thinks, as she grew fond of you quicker than he expected. 

You snicker. You have to admit that Ji-tae fits the role of the older brother perfectly and watching the two of them does something to your heart. It was him who cut her pancakes when she asked and at the sight of Ji-tae adding extra syrup to his pancakes, she insisted that she wanted the same.

“Tae’s fine.” you tell Jungkook. You’re rinsing the last pan. “She hasn’t left his side yet. They actually look so cute~”

Jungkook scarfs down the pancakes when you remember. The two of you remained in a comfortable silence in the kitchen as he ate. You make your way towards the island where your bag sits. You rummage through it.

“I went home while you were asleep. Grab some things for Tae.” you start. “Thought…you’d wanted these.”

Jungkook licks his lips. His eyebrows furrow a bit when you hold up a black album. Immediately Jungkook notices it’s a photo album

Jungkook’s eyes meet yours for a moment. You look…nervous? 

Jungkook grabs the album from your hands. It’s black with a gold band outlining it.

“I know pictures can’t make up 13 years but…” you trail off. You can feel your heart in your chest now. Still, you’re unsure why you’re feeling this way. There weren’t anything but pictures throughout the years, and yet you feel as though you want the world to swallow you whole right now. 

Jungkook opens the album, his eyes falling on the first picture. It’s of you - the you he remembers 13 years ago. You’re so young, he thinks, laying in the hospital bed sporting the gown. In your chest is a small infant, curled up. Your hands cradle him close and at the sight, Jungkook swallows thickly. 

“My mom took that picture.” you murmur, glancing at the photo across from him. “He actually came a few weeks early. I was actually so relieved,” you snickered. “all he did was move and kick constantly.

Jungkook goes through the photo album, witnessing the way Ji-tae - and you - age. First birthdays, to first days of school. Award ceremonies at school, to his gymnastic meets - a sense of pride goes through Jungkook when he notices that Ji-tae was always first in everything.

The most recent picture in there is one of him this year, his final school picture before he’d be entering High School. He stares at the picture of the boy that’s so close to him now that shares the same dark eyes and smile.

You watch the way Jungkook’s eyes are nearly unblinking the entire time, flipping through the pictures. A few of them you explain - like Ji-tae participating in gymnastics, or the time he won so many awards at school that you treated him an entire day at the arcade, something you saved up for.

“Are you okay?” you couldn’t help but ask, causing Jungkook to blink a few times. He hadn’t talked much and now, all he had been doing was staring at the school picture in front of him.

“Is it…too much?”

You were afraid to hear what Jungkook had to say. A part of you feels bad for having him and Ji-tae find out the way they did. You understood the decision wasn’t only yours and in the end, it was Ji-tae that lost out on a paternal figure. The other part of you - the stubbornness that Jungkook knows all too well - doesn’t feel the same. Could you look at yourself the same if you knew Jungkook would have given up everything he worked hard for to stay with you?

You thought giving Jungkook an insight of what it was like, even if it was just a small fraction of it, would be a start. Now-

“You’re all he has.”

Jungkook’s words replay in your mind - over and over again.

“And he was all you had, too.” Jungkook murmurs. He closes the album and finally looks up at you. “I understand now why he thinks I’m taking advantage of you.”

“He doesn't think that anymore.” you protest, but Jungkook cuts you off.

“If looks could kill, Y/N, I would’ve been dead the first time he saw me.” Jungkook isn’t upset, you note. He’s understanding - now more than ever. “He’s just protective over you.”

You take a deep breath, nodding your head. “I know…” you exhale. “I don’t want him to be. I want him to be a regular teenager and not worry about anything. But that’s Tae for you.”

“Can I keep these?” Jungkook asks, gesturing to the pictures.

“Y-Yeah.” you nod. Your body warms up and you have to look away from Jungkook in order to feel cool again.

You hadn’t realized Jungkook had rounded the island until you felt him. A pair of arms wrap around your shoulders. 

“Kook-”

“Thank you.”

Ji-tae feels like, in a short amount of time, he’s grown well of hiding around corners to listen in on you and Jungkook. He watches the way Jungkook wraps you into an embrace that has you shocked. The way he whispers “Thank you” to you, followed by a “I want us to be a family”.

Ji-tae listens in for a bit longer. He studies the way you couldn’t hold Jungkook’s gaze before you’re looking away from him nervously, but you find his kisses inviting. You tell him that you aren’t sure if it’s something he - Ji-tae - would want so soon. You don’t want to change everything he’s known overnight. “Whenever he’s ready.” was Jungkook’s response. Ji-tae knows that he has to play it cool when Jinah’s feet paddle against the floor, coming closer and closer. When she reaches Ji-tae, her small hands grasp his and she says, “I found you!”

“You did.” Ji-tae hums, a low grin forming onto his lips. “I guess it’s my turn to count.”

“Lei,”

Lei looks up from her computer. She offers a kind smile. 

“Mr. Park.” Lei stands, offering a head bow. “Welcome.”

Park Jimin offers the same smile her way, one that always has her stomach falling at how handsome he is.

“Is Mr. Jeon expecting you?” Lei asks. 

“Not exactly.” Jimin giggles. 

Behind Jimin stands a woman, her arms behind her back as she waits patiently for Jimin. Her hair is a golden brown and through the floor length windows behind her, it appears to glow. She’s model-like, Lei notes. Tall, slender, toned. 

“Let me call him-”

Lei picks up the phone to dial her boss right on the top floor. Jungkook isn’t one to be stern, but he’s made it clear that he would need to be informed before anyone makes their way up.

“That won’t be necessary.” Jimin assures, placing a hand onto the desk. “I’ll give him a call on the way up, okay?”

Lei appears hesitant. She bites her lip, glancing between Jimin to the model-like woman behind him. She knows who he is. After being employed here for years, she’s well acquainted with those close to Mr. Jeon. 

Jungkook and you have been nothing but unprofessional in his office. But you and he are on lunch break so it’s completely fine. You’re seated on his lap now, your once buttoned shirt now wide open for him. Your skirt is scrunched up at your hips. Your panties are soaked as they grind against his hardened cock.

Completely unprofessional for a boss and his assistant.

But it’s okay, because you’re also the mother of his son.

Jungkook’s tongue slurps and suckles against your hardened nipple, his thumb and index finger tugging at the other one. His right arm is wrapped around your waist, his palm directly against your ass, encouraging you to grind harder against him.

“I can get more work done around here if you’d stop trying to fuck me so much.” 

But the way your hands grip at Jungkook's hair tells the true story. You didn’t want him to stop, and neither did he.

“Anyone would be happy to get paid to rub their pussy against me.” Jungkook retorts, popping your wet nipple from his lips. 

Jungkook is right about that, but he also doesn’t have the chance to continue further due to the elevator sounding. He feels his head begin to hurt. 

“How many times do I have to tell Lei?” he grumbles.

It takes you and Jungkook 2 minutes to get situated. It would’ve been faster if the man wasn’t hellbent on kissing you every few seconds, laughing against your lips while you attempted to button up your shirt.

Just as the elevator doors open, you’re already sitting at your desk. 

Jungkook’s knowing smirk drops when he realizes who is behind the elevator doors.

“Well well,” 

Your eyes follow the man that walks through, then at the woman behind him. Glancing at Jungkook, your eyebrows knit. He doesn’t look content in seeing either of them.

Jungkook stands from his seat. “What-”

“You’ve been ignoring all of my calls and texts.” the man tells Jungkook. “Hobi said he hasn’t heard from you, either.”

Jungkook takes a deep breath as he looks at a stern Park Jimin, one of his closest friends.

Seeing Jimin now wouldn’t be an issue, of course, if he hadn’t been avoiding him because of you and Ji-tae - mainly you. 

Slowly, you and Jungkook were growing accustomed to being a family. It took two weeks for you to allow Ji-tae to occupy the spare room and make it his own. The first session with Namjoon was just a week ago, and tomorrow will be the second one. 

Namjoon himself has been sworn into secrecy and had been speechless at the words Jungkook had told him over the phone. At times, he laughs at the look on Namjoon’s face when he comes to his home and actually see’s Ji-tae for the first time.

The events of last month had occupied Jungkook’s time to the point that he didn’t have time to answer Jimin’s blind date requests. He knew it was a matter of time before Jimin came to him himself.

“Mr. Jeon,” you say, standing at your desk and rounding it. Being professional with him is so out of the ordinary that it even surprises you. “should I get refreshments for you and your…guests?”

Jimin turns to you, allowing his eyes to trail the entirety of your body before meeting your eyes. “Hello.” he says, offering the same kind smile to you that he did to Lei. “I wasn’t aware you had an assistant now. My apologies.”

Jungkook watches the way Jimin holds out his hand for you to take. When you do, he presses a kiss to the back of your hand.

“Park Jimin,” the man says.

Jungkook watches the way your eyes flash with sudden realization. He licks his lips, his heart pounding in his chest.

“Park Jimin…” you hum back his name so sweetly that Jungkook knows it’s an act. Your eyes connect with his and you feel like it’s your lucky day. “...I’ve heard about you.”

Jimin snickers. “Have you?” he asks. “It’s a shame. My closest friend has kept me in the dark for months now.” he lets go of your hand and turns back to Jungkook. “So much so that I had to track him down myself.”

“Jimin,” Jungkook sighs. He didn’t have time for this now. 

Jimin’s eyes trail along Jungkook’s desk, witnessing pictures of Jinah, the adorable little girl that has so much of Jungkook’s personality that sometimes he swears she was created in a lab. His eyes fall on another picture, one that has his eyes squinting.

Immediately, Jungkook notices where Jimin’s eyes are focused. It’s of Ji-tae and Jinah, a picture that has been taken recently by you. It’s become one of his favorite pictures with how excited the two of them look holding their own ice cream cones, double scooped with disgustingly good amounts of toppings and fudge on it that it drips down the cone entirely.

Before Jimin can question anything, Jungkook speaks. “Yes, refreshments would be nice.” 

Jimin’s eyes snap upwards at Jungkook, before he turns back to you. Your heels click against the marble floor as you make your way towards the elevator. 

“I didn’t get your name.” Jimin calls just as the elevator doors open.

“That’s right.” you smile, entering the elevator. “Y/N.” you tell him, pressing the button to the lobby. You had to say it was well worth it to watch the grin on Jimin’s lips falter almost immediately at the sound of your name.

so i wanted things to be wrapped up in 3 parts, but knowing me you guys will be waiting for another 6 months LMAO and i cannot have that

Your phone sounds just as you open your mouth to respond. In your palm, you look at your phone screen.

Your heart drops at the picture of you and your cousin staring back at you, her name with a yellow heart beside it dancing on your screen.

You answer the phone and press it to your ear. "Hello?" you murmur.

Behind you, Jungkook watches.

"You didn't come home last night." your cousin says on the other side. "Did you have fun?"

"I decided to listen to you and live a little, you know? I should be back by tonight at the latest." your throat aches as you talk to her while standing in her boyfriend's apartment.

"I'm happy you're finally listening to me!" she sing-songs. "Tell me all about it when you get back tonight, okay?”

…

Jungkook couldn't get enough of you, nor was he questioning why. Deep down, he knew the answer.

It wasn't noble.

It wasn't right.

It was selfish.

It was greedy.

Jungkook had since admitted to himself that he was a greedy person when it came to you.

The first time you've been to Jungkook's house was one of those nights. The streets were quiet as you stumbled into his backyard, a borrowed pair of heels in your hand. The look on Jungkook's face when he saw you at his window. "You shouldn't be walking alone at night." you recall him scolding you softly, a hand around your waist to assist you in coming in through his window. "You can't be too loud, my brother's room is right across from mine."

You weren't sure why you made your way to Jungkook's house. It felt better than going home alone, you thought, or continuing to do dumb shit with your friends that teenagers had no business doing. You dropped your heels and tilted your head at Jungkook.

"Why aren't you asleep?" you asked. "Jacking off again?"

"/ wasn't jacking off."

Your eyes turned back to Jungkook, his ears just as red as his cheeks. Maybe it's the booze in your system that has you giggling uncontrollably, a hand over your lips.

You plopped down onto his bed, snuggling yourself into his comforter. "I don't believe you. Other boys are out and you're in your room fucking your hand. It's pathetic."

——

"That's it?" Jungkook scoffs. "That's all you have to say to me? It is what it is?"

Jungkook's office is the furthest from the dining area that would grant them such privacy.

"You kept my son-"

You snicker. "I don't have time for this." you wave Jungkook off. You were only willing to talk because it was evident Jungkook wasn't going to let you leave - and you didn't want to cause a scene with Ji-tae watching and Jinah close.

Your hands grasp the doorknob to get out of this entirely, but from behind you Jungkook slams it shut.

"You're good for that, aren't you?" he hisses.

"Fuck off, Kook." you push yourself away from him.

"No." Jungkook steps closer to you. "That's all you do, Y/N. You keep running. How long are you going to run until you're out of breath?"

You cross your arms over your chest. You didn’t have an answer. At least not the right one Jungkook would be looking for. “It is,” your turn around to face Jungkook, your eyes glaring right into bis - even if it wasn’t right. “what it is.”

in your eyes - @sweetaesuga

friends to lovers, college au, fratboy!jk x bookworm!reader, jk pines and yearns, smut mdni

jungkook always sees you like the only girl in the world, and you just see him as a fuckboy. OR jungkook just wants a chance.

dumbo - @cinnaminsvga

crack fic, the plot is legit about kook being well endowed, smut mdni

you know what they say about boys with big noses...

{or alternatively: jungkook has a big dick but he doesn't know how to use it, but luckily you're there to help.}

dare to begin - @bubmyg

idiots to lovers, college au, aspiring photographer!jk x graphic designer!reader (jk also models & reader also is an amateur stylist), lots of fluff with a tiny bit of angst

jeongguk has a camera and you have a pirated editing software so what better for two broke college students to do than to open a photography business to their...closest friends on facebook or where kim seokjin's modeling agency wants to sign jeongguk and you don't know the first thing about curling his hair.

come here - @scarletjvliae

established relationship, angst, :( arguments, fluff/comfort

jungkook gets irritated, says something he doesn't mean, and spends the next twenty minutes pretending he doesn't care that you're upset. unfortunately for him, he's physically incapable of staying away from you for too long.

soft - @hamsterclaw

policeman!jk x autopsy technician!reader, angst, non-graphic description of murder, smut mdni

Jungkook doesn't think of himself as being overly emotional. Why does everyone keep telling him he wears his heart on his sleeve?

ashore - @taegularities ⟢ i yearn so bad for all their jk fics 🫩

siren au, strangers/friends 2 lovers? imma keep it vague, a lot of angst.., yearning, but it’s kinda unrequited and kinda not allowed, smut mdni

An empty clearing. Quiet, tiny waves. A broken heart, a seething chest, love unbridled. And lurking in the water, him and you.

stuffed pumpkin - @floralseokjin

college au, halloween au, smut mdni

hooking up with the guy you're neutral towards isn't how you expected your night to go, especially dressed as a pumpkin...

but we loved too young - @jl-micasea-fics

childhood friends to lovers, bit of a time skip, kook n reader have a falling out and it’s heartbreaking, inexperienced jk & reader, angst, smut mdni

Jungkook is everything you're not, the ying to your yang.

Your tight knit friendship nurtured from childhood survived the major life events that most don't, and to that end, you suppose you're fated to be together, until unrequited longing is eventually noticed, and boundaries are forever crossed.

late fee - @1kook

friends to lovers, college au, fuckboy!jk, campus crush!jk, kook is whipped, smut mdni

"Captain Underpants isn't glorified by all the tryhards, so when I pick those books, you're unknowingly more interested in me."

ice me out - @taeshobipop

childhood friends/enemies to lovers, college au, i love fics where kook yearns if you haven’t realised alr, love confessions, slight nsfw so i’ll add smut mdni

The last way you expected this night to end was to have Jeon Jungkook, captain of the ice hockey team and number one hindrance in your oh-so-great life, trail after you as you leave his Christmas party.

explorer - @1kook

alien au, alien!jk, strangers to friends to lovers, fluff, smut mdni

Jungkook does not want to impress the frankly tyrannical ways of his planet on you. He just wants to stay here and keep your couch warm for you, hold your hair back when you wash your face in the morning.

one bed in belize - @stobitproductions

classmates au, partners to lovers, entomology student!jk & reader, fluff, light angst, smut mdni

On a field trip to Belize, two rival entomology students are forced to share more than just research notes when a booking mistake leaves them with only one bed.

Between missed GPS signals, late-night confessions, and tangled sheets, they discover the line between competition and connection is thinner than they thought.

turns out the kiss cam at this hockey match is a blessing in disguise - @jungshookz

strangers to ?, a 2019 jk bday special, reader doesn’t know shit abt hockey, tooth rotting fluff

based on this ask : ok but like what if jungkook and y/n are at a hockey match and a kiss cam lands on them but they're both strangers

what you want - @cupofteaguk

exes to lovers, post breakup au, alcohol consumption, angst, fluff

prompt: things you said while we were driving

under the mistletoe - @dreamersparacosm

childhood best friends to lovers, holiday au, these two mfs… tiptoeing around their feelings, fluff, slight angst, smut mdni

Every Christmas, since you were six years old, Jeon Jungkook gave you a kiss under the mistletoe. But when you were fifteen, you were replaced by a revolving door of girlfriends. Thus began your decade-long aversion to the holiday—this year, however, you've been tasked with hosting the annual Christmas soirée, and there's no telling what might be waiting for you under the mistletoe this time around.

✦ series/multi-shot

in the frame - @missenu

completed 4/4, strangers to friends to lovers, pornstar au, miscommunication, some angst, some fluff, smut mdni

your skills as a videographer gets put to the test when your friend, who happens to be in the same profession, falls victim to double-booking. problem is, you only specialized in weddings, not adult films. despite your initial reluctance, you take the job. cue the lights … you meet jeon jungkook, a pornstar, on set — in his world. you just never expected him to play a part in yours.

read the prologue here

how to get a guy - @taeshobipop

completed 2/2, enemies to friends to lovers, roommates au, college au, fuckboy!jk, bit of yoongi in here too, fluff, jk is a bit silly when it comes to feelings, angst, smut mdni

Star basketball player Jeon Jungkook has a reputation as the ultimate fuckboi. He's loved by everyone. Everyone. And you would have followed suit if he had not broken all your strict Roommate Rules™ within the first week of his stay. Jungkook, on the other hand, thinks you're absolutely bizarre. But there's a silver lining - Mr. Fuckboi here knows basketball captain Min Yoongi, your dreadfully clueless crush. He strikes up a deal with you: he'll teach you the ways of flirting if you lessen your load of rules (so Jungkook can continue perusing his way through the ladies on campus). Yet the longer Jungkook spends with you, the more he realizes that maybe he doesn't want to be the campus fuckboi anymore. The problem is, how does he prove that to you?

part 1, 2, misc blurb

first love, last love - @floralseokjin

completed 5/5, established relationship, domestic, fluff, smut mdni

A collection of drabbles following the longterm relationship between Jungkook and you

series masterlist can be found here

ungodly hour - @explicit-tae

completed 9/9, some text au elements, college au, simp!jk, tsundere!reader, humour, smut mdni

That time you - a broke college student - were willing to do just about anything for a hulu account after your brother kicks you off of his - (and Jungkook would do anything to have you)

series masterlist can be found here

my love is here - @solemnreads

completed 9/9, best friends to lovers, unrequited love, slow burn, lots of angst, fluff, smut mdni

You didn't mean for it to happen. It's not like you purposely woke up one day and thought "Hey I'm going to fall in love with my best friend!" No, that is not at all what happened.

series masterlist can be found here

tread lightly - @pjminii

ongoing, 1/?, strangers to ?, inexperienced!jk, smut mdni

a collection of drabbles where you and jungkook explore sexual intimacy after his twenty years of being a virgin.

series masterlist can be found here

the things i never told you - @angelguk

series hiatus 2/3 best friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, two blind mfs who are so oblivious it hurts, miscommunication, jealousy, angst, smut mdni

jeon jeongguk is your best friend-and nothing more. you've grown up with the guy, watched him stumble through his awkward puberty, cheated on tests with him, witnessed his first kiss (which only happened because you persuaded him to kiss dara). your bond was virtually unbreakable bond. but now you're in college and jeongguk isn't an awkward preteen who needs your help to get girls anymore. it creeps onto you slowly, that feeling you're harbouring for your best friend. but you're determined to ignore-that is until taehyung sets off a chain of events that land you in a very interesting predicament.

series masterlist can be found here

pretty boy - @angelguk

completed 19/19 childhood best friends to lovers, jock!jk, sorta fwb for a bit, established relationship, miscommunication, angst, domestic loveeee, fluff, smut mdni

alternatively known as the jock!jk universe (drabble series)

series masterlist can be found here

as always, pleaseeee make sure you send your love n support to every author in this post, and please reach out if you’d like me to remove your fic for any reason <3

can we tell i’m unc based on the fact that half these fics are old as hell. i’ve got a notes app file of links to all my fav kook fics since 2017… it’s that serious for me 😞 but these are my definition of CLASSICS that every feral kook enjoyer should read. but also u can see my clear favouritism for anything f2l that has yearning and miscommunication.. im too predictable 🫩 there’s a couple that i wanted to add but have been deleted because of deactivated accounts, but they’ll live on in my memories <33

Jungkook doesn’t know why you ran off as quickly as you had, but you did. You remembered the way your mouth salivated, your stomach churned and you sprinted to the nearest exit. The girls restroom was empty when you arrived, and you hadn’t even bothered to lock the stall door before you dropped to your knees and vomited right into the toilet.

Graduation day was when you found out you were pregnant. The small letters that held the eight letter words appeared as though it was laughing at you. You couldn’t find a single picture of you at said graduation where you appeared content. Your mother, at the time, just told you it was woe of you growing older and off into the real world. Only you knew the true reasoning at the time.

Your mind travels to that day often. From finding out you were pregnant, to receiving Jungkook’s letter. He hadn’t delivered it to you personally, and instead had been given to you by someone walking by. You opened the card, your brows knitted together as you read it.

You recall the way your heart jolts at the way he writes your name. Jungkook apologized for making you uncomfortable. He pleads for forgiveness, stating that he’d do whatever for you to forgive him, even if it meant that you and him wouldn’t go back to the way things were before.

You found Jungkook in the crowd of excited teenagers. His eyes lit up, you noted. With anticipation. Even then, he was pleading with you for forgiveness that he had no fault in. In just a quick moment, your mind flashes with the amount of times you and he have been together, to then at the graduation.

How would Jungkook react to the news of your pregnancy, you asked yourself. How would your friends? Your parents?

Unlike Jungkook, you hadn’t thought about universities and where’d you go. You promised your mother that after a year break, you’d start classes again. Now, however, you were certain you couldn’t do what you planned.

You placed the card back into the envelope, ripping your eyes away from Jungkook and turning to walk away. You don’t see the way his face falls or his shoulders falter. With your back turn, he doesn’t see the way your eyes tear up a bit before you force them away.

That was 13 years ago and your mind always wanders back to that same night. You ignored Jungkook’s calls, but each time his name flashed onto your screen, you thought about answering. You thought about telling him about the pregnancy - about your own confused feelings you felt for him.

You hadn’t. 

You always found Jeon Jungkook to be cute. His nervous doe-like eyes, always shy and low whenever you were around. He often kept them hidden behind his hair, possibly hoping it’d assist him in camouflaging entirely.

Jeon Jungkook was quiet. The only time he spoke was when he had to, the teacher choosing him at random. 

You always found Jeon Jungkook to be cute - and that was something you couldn’t reveal to your friends. While you listened to them gush about who they hooked up with, who was hot or not, Jeon Jungkook wouldn’t make the cut.

“He probably humps his pillow.” your friend, Lia, cackles, turning her head away from Jungkook and back to the group; to you. It was one of the many times Jungkook had been caught staring. His cheeks are a bright red. He leans low in his chair, hunching a bit to avoid further eye contact.

“I think he’s got a crush on you.” Ava cackled, covering her mouth with her manicured hand - the same color and design that matches all of your hands perfectly. 

You always found Jeon Jungkook to be cute, but you were young. You were popular. You had a reputation - even if you realized after the fact that it was dumb. “I bet I could get him to do my homework…he’s such a loser.”

You didn’t mean anything you said to your friends about Jungkook, yet you never defended him aloud. You continued to use Jungkook to your advantage - allowing him to do your homework and copy off of him when needed. You teased him while your friends all watched.

You always found Jeon Jungkook to be cute. It’s the reason you found yourself having fun with the boy. It was probably wrong to use him for your own personal gain, but the rose tint on his cheeks followed by his shy eyes were just too hard to resist.

It’s why you kept it on - forcing him to smell your panties. Told him to touch himself in front of you, calling him pathetic with how excited he was; it was all to feed your ego. It wasn’t right, but it felt like it.

Your favorite memory was during study hall when you asked Jungkook to help you with a project - something he always did himself while you sat pretty beside him. He looked cuter this time, round glasses on his nose as he focused on the laptop in front of him for information. It was quiet in the library, only a few students scattered around. 

Jungkook had stiffened when your hand placed itself on his thigh. You begin to tap your fingers upwards, reaching closer and closer until it’s at the twitching dent. “You aren’t going to stop me?” you recall asking him. “I bet you want people to catch us like this. That’ll boost your popularity, won't it?”

Jungkook’s lips part as you force your hand into his pants. His head whips around to the quiet library. A few tables away is a girl with her head against the desk, most likely asleep. Rows of bookshelves hide the librarian in the front.

“I still can’t believe a nerd like you has such a big cock.” you murmur, leaning closer. “You’re happy, aren’t you? You like the way my hand feels around your cock.”

Jungkook’s body shuddered at the feel of your squeezing hand right on his covered cock,  his underwear appearing tighter and tighter against him.

“Say it.”

“I like it.” Jungkook squeaked out, low and pathetic just as you said. 

You knew he did. Dare you say he liked it just as much as you. You continued to grind your palm against his cock, watching him closely as his eyelids began to flutter. His breathing quickens, attempting to hide it to now draw too much attention to the two of you..

“Say you’re lucky to have me.” you lean closer. “Say you’re pathetic.”

“I’m pathetic.” Jungkook’s hand curls into a tight first, his heart pumping so radically outside his chest. “I am lucky…to have you, Y/N.”

You told yourself the giddy feeling you felt in your heart was just a stroke of your own ego. You had giggled low when he came in his underwear, the warm substance sticking against him sickly. You kissed his cheek, just inches away from his lips and told him, “I know.”

You thought back to the time Jungkook had told you that he loved you for the first - and only - time. How you proceeded to ignore him - his calls, letters, all of it. You told yourself that it had gone too far and you weren’t doing anything but further toying with Jungkook who had admitted to you that he loved you. 

Then, you found out you were pregnant.

In a way, you created a monster, you think. You were the reason Jungkook had grown older, harboring these feelings towards women all because you were too much of a coward to face him. To face your friends if they ever found out what you were doing with him.

Now, Jeon Jungkook is back in your life. He’s taller, even more handsome and successful - everything you aren’t.

Jeon Jungkook was correct about a lot of things.

Your car has been repossessed. 

You’ve taken out more loans than you should’ve.

You were behind on bills.

You watched your reflection in the glass door of the bank, your eyes staring right back at you. It was 10 minutes before close. You wouldn’t say you didn’t recognize yourself, it’s just the you that you hadn’t seen in years.

You deposited the money into your account far too quickly, only a bit ashamed of yourself in the way you’ve gotten in. However, the expenses you had didn’t wait for you to gain money morally. 

“Miss Y/L,”

You offered a strained smile as you entered the building. Your eyes scanned the open gym, several children - of all ages - littering the vicinity. Your eyes immediately went towards where the older ones were, pre-teens and teenagers alike. You spotted him almost instantly and your heart jolted.

“Hello,” you glanced away and towards the voice that greets you. “I have to, uh,” you opened your purse to take out the check you’ve gotten from the bank. “make a payment, of course.”

Your cheeks were warm once you handed over the check. You’ve known Lisa for years now. She’s a kind middle aged woman who always has her cat-framed glasses on her nose. She takes the check you hold out gently and inspects it. She tries to hide her surprise.

“It’s what I’ve owed and also to cover the next few months.” you responded meekly. Your palms began to sweat a bit. 

Lisa has never judged you or any parent. It was her who gave you the extension on your payments as she understood what it was like. “I was a single mother at one point in my life, too.” she told you one evening almost three months ago. Your eyes were watering when you told her you couldn’t pay to be a part of these gymnastics classes anymore.

Your eyes glanced back at him, your son. He’s tall and lean, his time doing gymnastics since he was young had added only a couple years to his age. He was only 13, but could pass as 15. His hair was dark and wavy, and his eyes resembled the same ones you witnessed for the first time in a decade.

 13 years.

“Did you take out a loan?” Lisa questioned, her voice low. She looked concerned and you can tell by her voice alone. “Miss Y/L, I didn’t want you to do-”

“No loan.” you shook your head, your heart jolted once your son met your eyes. Training was over, but he never stopped until he saw you enter the building to come get him. He was on the parallel dip bars, pushing himself up, his legs straight and his shoulders tight. “Um…his father…helped.”

You tore your eyes away from your son to look back at Lisa. She’s met you as a single mother to a 4 year old, your son hyper and bouncing everywhere happily. You never mentioned a father before and even now, you appear uncomfortable.

“Ma!”

Your eyes blink once, then twice. You had spaced out yet again, this time your mind going down a lane full of memories that you couldn’t help. You probably looked insane right now, you think, staring at your son as the two of you eat - or at least him.

“You spaced out.” Ji-tae states matter-of-factly. He takes a bite of his pizza, an abundance of toppings nearly falling off of it. “You’ve been acting weird for a few weeks now. Is everything okay?”

You offer your son a low grin. “You forgot who’s the parent and who’s the child?” you tease. You grasp the bottle to take a sip of your drink. “I’m fine,” you say once you’re done sipping. “just trying to get back situated with work, you know?”

Ji-tae nods his head a bit. He isn’t fully convinced, but you almost never shared your own issues with him. As far as Ji-tae needed to know, you were working a new job that allowed you to drive a nicer car. You had more money to splurge on him, buying him whatever items he asked for without a blink of an eye.

Your son doesn’t need to know the brand new car is from Jungkook, your boss who happens to share the same dark eyes as him. 

“What do you do?”

Your eyes twitch a bit, but nonetheless you remain calm. “Assistant.” you reply. “Why do you ask?”

Ji-tae shrugs his shoulders. “Curious.” is all he says, taking another bite of his pizza. 

You know your son. He’s scrunching his nose in a way that tells you he wants to say something, but is holding back.

“Ji-tae,” 

Your son looks up at you. His eyes meet yours and for a moment, your heart jolts once more. 

Ji-tae knows you only call him by his name if you are being serious.

“What's wrong?” you ask him, assuring to keep eye contact.

“I think I want to quit gymnastics.”

Your eyebrows knit. “What?”

If it's one thing your son loves, it was the competitiveness that was gymnastics. He often overworked until he was able to get a certain move close to perfect. Several awards lined the shelves in his bedroom.

“Grandmother,” 

Immediately you groan - because of course it had something to do with your mother.

“said you didn’t have the money-”

“What did I tell you, Ji-tae?” you don’t mean to sound harsh. You aren’t upset with your son in the slightest. Your mother, however, always found it hard to not discuss whatever issues you were having with your child. “It’s my responsibility to worry about you.”

“Not the other way around…” Ji-tae trails off. He swallows thickly, his adam’s apple bobbing. “...but if it’s too expensive-”

“It’s not.” you stand, the chair scrapping behind you. 

You move faster than you should right now. Your phone is on the kitchen island and you snatch it and Ji-tae is fully aware of what you’re doing. 

Your mother answers on the third ring, sounds cherrier than she should right now. You walk out of the room to assure Ji-tae wouldn’t hear the conversation. 

“Why are you telling my son things that don’t concern him?” you ask as soon as your mother answers the phone. “He should never know about what the fuck-”

“Y/N, do calm down.” your mother tells you. Her tone is sickenly sweet, but you’ve been raised on it your entire life. It was her ‘mother knows best’ act, something she pulled constantly. 

“Tae said he wants to quit gymnastics because you told him I couldn’t afford it.” you spat out, but not too loud for your son to hear. 

“Well can you?”

Jungkook was correct about a lot of things that evening. He knew about your car being repossessed, so oftentimes you borrowed your mothers or found your own way. He knew about the small, yet several loans; though he didn’t know that it was for Ji-tae and his hobbies - gymnastics, that led to tournaments at the end of the week, being the most expensive. He knew you were behind on several bills, but that was to assure that Ji-tae had whatever he needed.

What Jeon Jungkook didn’t know was the very existence of your son. That was something you intended to keep a secret as much as you could.

It was your mother’s idea to keep your pregnancy a secret. No pictures. No being seen when you didn’t need to. The plans you’ve made with your friends - the travelling, the late night fun and partying - were gone. 

“Please tell me what I’ve deserved to become a grandmother at this age?” your mother asked during dinner one evening. You were five months, bump forming underneath the oversize shirt you wore. “How many times have I warned you about this, Y/N? I wanted you to be more than a pretty face, you know? But look at you now.”

It was also your mother’s idea to sign custody over to her. It made appearances easier, she told you. On paper, sure, she was the mother. But it was you doing the late night feedings and caring for J-itae. 

“Do you even know who the father is?” your mother questions lowly on Ji-tae’s first birthday. It’s a question she hadn’t asked you prior. She’s holding him in her arms, a bright smile on her lips as she poses for pictures. 

“Well?” your mother's voice brings you back to reality. You’ve spaced out far too many times lately. “Tae told me you started a new job, honey.”

“I did, mother.” you clench the phone to your ear. You inhale slowly, closing your eyes. “I am capable of taking care of my son, mother. If you can’t respect my wishes, then maybe you shouldn’t come around anymore.”

“Excuse me?” your mother laughs. “You’re being dramatic, Y/N. I was just trying to help-”

You hang up. Your heart is racing. You rarely stand up to your mother. For years, you attempted to see things from her point of view. How embarrassed she must’ve been when people soon realized the child she claimed as her own, would slip up and call you mommy. The facade had fallen when Ji-tae was 5, but luckily most of your friends were long gone and those who remained hadn’t believed the facade for a second.

Jungkook, you’ve learned, has changed over the last decade.

And Jeon Jungkook has a daughter.

Jeon Jinah is five. She looked so much like Jungkook, so much so that you pondered how her mother looked. The Jeon genes were strong, you thought, as when it came to Ji-tae and Jinah, it appeared Jungkook gave birth to them himself.

Meeting Jinah for the first time had sent a shiver up your spine, the resemblance to your own son was uncanny. Her eyes are dark like Jungkook’s and Ji-Tae’s. Her stare appeared cold when her father introduced you to her. She peered up at you as if alarmed by your presence.

Then, she smiled a smile that had your heart tugging. You knew that smile all too well.

 Maybe it was because she reminded you of the Jungkook you’ve known in high school. The boy whose eyes sparkled with innocence. The boy who was so caring and shy; nice and genuine. 

Maybe it was because the smile resembled that of your own son.

Jungkook watches the way Jinah takes your hand in both of her smaller ones, tugging you into her bedroom. He notices the way your eyes roam around the large room, marvelling at how high the ceilings were and how large the bed was for a small child like her. The closet had to be as big as your own bedroom, and she even had a bigger bed than you did. 

Jungkook lingers in the doorway as his daughter speaks to you. She rambles, speaking without taking a break. She shows you everything in her room  - the expensive tea cups that Jungkook bought that surely weren’t kid friendly as they were decorative glass from Europe. Behind one door, is a second closet, only she tells you it’s for her dolls. You’re almost jealous of the toys when she shows you the clothing, all designer brands you couldn’t pronounce.

After a month, you realized that you appeared to be working for her instead of her father. How you managed to juggle between Ji-tae, who had training every day after school, to Ji-nah was something you yourself couldn’t comprehend.

Jungkook had given you one of his many cars to drive where you picked her up from the home - the same home you also had a key and security codes to. 

Jeon Jinah has a strict schedule, you noticed, and you began to realize that Ji-tae inherited more from Jungkook than you. 

Each day, you’d come an hour before Ji-nah was set to wake up to prepare her school lunch and breakfast.The first day, Jinah insisted that you eat with her and Jungkook, who only began work after his daughter was in school. Everyday since then, it’s become a routine - only because your son soon insisted on his own strict schedule; morning run, protein shake with breakfast, then to school where he often took the bus to.

After breakfast, you would get Jinah ready for school. That consisted of helping her with her school uniform and doing her hair in whatever style she preferred - on Wednesdays she wore pigtails. 

As Jinah was in school, you accompanied Jungkook to the office. The first day, he had given you everything you needed that concerned the girl. Her doctors numbers and emergency contacts outside of his own. Her preferred fruits and vegetables and snacks - he was as organized as you remembered him.

After school, you were surprised to learn that Jinah also did gymnastics. Obviously, it was also a gene she and your son had to inherit from Jungkook. Three days out of the week, she trained in a luxury studio you could never afford yourself. The following two days were ballet and on Saturdays, recitals.

You couldn’t stop the feeling that everything, especially after another month, has become…domestic. You told yourself it was because of Jungkook. In the mornings, he would brew coffee as you made breakfast. He finds watching you shape the pancakes for Jinah in little hearts - simply because she enjoyed it - fascinating. He wouldn’t tell you, but he was expecting you to be bad at this. However, you adapted to the role naturally.

Jungkook was touchier, holding your hips as he passed you or even kissing you at times; actions you never questioned him about.

Maybe it was when Jinah had her last recital at the end of the month when you felt the domestication at its highest. Jungkook had insisted you sit with him instead of being backstage as you always had. His arm circles around your waist and he’d whisper in your ear ever so often about nothing in particular that it had the hair on your neck rising.

Or, possibly now. Jinah is in bed and she asks you if you could stay with her for the night. Sure, she wakes up with you there, but it isn’t the same. In the short amount of time, you understood what Jungkook meant on the first day of him feeling as though she needed a woman. You only agreed because Ji-tae himself wasn’t home and instead was with his friend for the night.

Jungkook doesn’t tell you about the cameras he has in his home. The one he watches you through frequently. Even now as he sits at his desk, the night sky and city lights surrounding him, he hears the way his daughter pleads for you to stay the night with her. He watches the way you get into the large bed and hold her close.

Jungkook continues to watch until he finds that he’s watched for hours. His ears perk when your phone rings and you struggle to get it without waking Ji-nah. He hears you murmuring on the phone; “Tae, what’s wrong?”

Jungkook didn’t know who Tae was.

“I’m working now.” you say, voice low but he can hear you perfectly fine. “Yes, I’ll see you tomorrow. I love you, too.”

You’re asleep when Jungkook gets home late that night. Usually, you’d be up waiting for him to return so you could go. He doesn’t bother you. Instead, he allows you to sleep as he closes the door and makes his way down the hallway to his own bedroom. His mind ponders on who’s Tae - a boyfriend? Would you have fucked him if you had one? Surely he wouldn’t know - there isn’t anything hinting that you were in a relationship. 

Yet, you tell this person that you loved him. That you’ll see him tomorrow.

Jungkook finds that he doesn’t care - not deeply at least. After all, in a way, he owns you now more than ever.

The domestication doesn’t end there. As a month turns to several months, you begin to ponder on your relationship with Jungkook. It wasn’t professional in the slightest - the sex was the main indicator. Sleeping with your boss wasn’t ideal, but you never denied him when he made advances, partly because you understood your place. He was correct when he said you’d let him.

You understood that you had to keep Jungkook happy. Keeping Jungkook happy meant that Ji-tae could have whatever he needed and more. It meant that you could save the hefty amount of funds Jungkook gave you for your son, a college fund you always told yourself you would start. It meant that you could make on time payments for his gymnastics and pay the fees needed when championships arrived.

But the more you worked under Jungkook, the more you began to question what it was that he had you doing. You, Jinah and him attending an amusement park wasn’t something you should be doing. It felt too personal, but you did simply because Jinah wanted you to. Her small hands in yours and Jungkook's. 

A part of you even wished your son could join.

“You’ve been standing there for ten minutes now.”

It’s Jungkook’s voice that gets you out of your thoughts.

You blink a few times before shaking your head. Your eyes glances at Jungkook. He was cooking, chopping up various vegetables, more than he usually would, but he wanted Jinah to try more. “What’s on your mind?”

You straighten your shoulders, turning your eyes away from him. It’s one of those rare occasions that Jungkook wasn’t at the office. Though you saw the man in various suits that served him well, or even naked as unprofessional as that was, you find that his relaxed attire was your favorite. His shirt is dark and loose and he’s wearing sweats that hang only a bit low on his waist.

“...I…”

Jinah is in her room and had been coloring when you walked down the hall to get her a snack. It was when you smelled the food and witnessed Jungkook in the kitchen that your mind wandered. 

“...you?” Jungkook raises a brow, giving you a glance before returning to cutting the vegetables. 

“Is that all the work you have for me?” you ask. In hindsight, this job was perfect. The pay, the benefits - it all was. But you couldn’t help but feel like this was just the calm before the storm.

“Do you want more work?” Jungkook asks cooly, not bothering to look up at you. “I thought Jinah and her energy would’ve drained you by now.”

You shake your head, even if his eyes weren't on you. You’ve dealt with Ji-tae for years and knew just how to deal with an energetic child.

“I love being around Jinah.” you admit. “It’s just…it doesn’t seem like work. I feel like a mom.”

Your lips curl shut.

Jungkook hums, the knife slicing against the cutting board. This time, he glances up at you just as the last piece of onion is diced. He places the knife down and offers a raised brow. 

“Is that a bad thing?”

You catch Jungkook’s eyes. They’re hard and unblinking, waiting for you to answer. 

“Is it a bad thing?” Jungkook repeats, a bit louder. “I could have you at the office doing boring paperwork, but instead you’re here.” Jungkook raises a hand to motion around his home. “I trust you enough to care for my daughter. You’re debt free…what more do you want?”

“I never said I wanted more.” you turn away from him. You didn’t even know what you were asking for. “Forget it.”

You make your way to the cupboard to find Jinah a snack. In a way, Jungkook is correct, there isn’t any more you could ask for. Your job was entirely too easy that it has you questioning what Jungkook’s plan was continuing further. 

Before you could turn around with the cookies you got for Jinah, Jungkook is behind you. You hadn’t seen him gather the vegetables into the boiling pot and set it to low. His hands are on your waist, lips against your neck.

“What if I told you I don’t have any intentions in letting you go?” Jungkook murmurs against your neck. 

You swallow, a shudder running up your spine. “And why is that?”

“Why would I?” Jungkook snorts. “I just got you back.”

Jungkook is kissing your neck now. Your lips part a bit. “13 years is a long time…” you trail off, a slight tremble in your voice. 

“It is, isn’t it?” Jungkook says against your neck, his warm breath tickling your skin. His hands roam upward slowly, going underneath your shirt. At the feel of his hands along the bare skin of your stomach, you let out a short breath. “A long time to still be hung up on one girl, right?”

Jungkook presses himself against you, his crotch grazing your ass. 

“You talk as if you’ve been waiting for me.” 

You lean back far enough for your back to touch Jungkook’s chest. You were a weakling, you think, fully submitting to Jungkook so easily with little fight. 

“Maybe I have.” responds Jungkook. His tongue glides against your neck.  “Maybe I am as pathetic as you once used to say.”

Jungkook’s fingers reach your bra. He slides them up until both of his hands are engulfing your breasts. Gently, he squeezes them, the sensation has your eyelids fluttering a bit.

“I think back to how you treated me back then - when it was just you and me.” Jungkook strokes his tongue upwards. “How much of a bitch you were to me and how much I liked it.” he murmurs, his voice lowering in just a way that has your thighs clenching. “When you called me pathetic…when you’d say I was lucky to have you do that to me.”

You lick your lips. Your right hand gently clenches the cookies in your palm. Jungkook begins to rut his hips into you.

“You were pathetic.” you respond without thinking. For a moment, you stop. Your eyes snap open and your heart jolts - you didn’t want to upset Jungkook. He was the one that held all the power between the two of you. You couldn’t risk your mother's words being right or your son worrying about you.

However, Jungkook doesn’t appear to be upset. If anything, your statement seems to excite him further. He whimpers in your ear, his hold on you growing tighter.

“And that’s why I kept on.” you continue. “I wanted to see how far you’d let me go.”

“You knew I liked you.”

It isn’t a question. Jungkook wasn’t as subtle as he thought he was in his youth.

“I knew you liked me.” you nod. “That’s what made it more fun. I liked the flush look on your cheeks when I’d bend over.”

Jungkook squeezes your breast, his breath hitching - he remembers those days too. The first time you were wearing bright yellow panties that he thought about the rest of the day. So much so that the first thing he did when he got home was cum right into his hands at the thought of them; an action that left him feeling utterly disgusting afterwards.

“I liked when you’d stutter when I spoke to you. How you’d do whatever I wanted you to.”

Jungkook’s right hand lets go of your breast and slides them down - lower and lower - until they’re forcing its way into your pants.

“You were such a pervert, too.” you gasp when Jungkook’s fingers fingers your clothed clit. This was happening entirely too fast, but the both of you were enthralled, forgetting where you’re at. “Doing anything I told you to.”

“You knew I would.” Jungkook breaths as he twirls his fingers over the fabric. 

“I was only teasing when I told you to smell my panties.” you giggle - which is soon followed by a moan with how much pressure Jungkook is putting in rubbing. “But you did it like the perverted little boy you were.”

“Stop acting like you didn’t like it.” Jungkook jerks his hips once more, his bulge hardened. “You liked how perverted I was. Isn’t that what made you jump on my cock?”

You gasp, Jungkook’s fingers finding their way between the moist fabric of your panties and planting themselves right on your clit. 

“Maybe…” you swallow, your head falling back. He twirls his fingers roughly. “...I felt sorry for you.”

It’s a lie and you know it. You did like how perverted Jungkook was for you and you alone. 

“Is that so?” Jungkook hisses. Another squeeze to your breast. “Is that why you told me I felt so good inside of you?”

Your eyes squeeze shut. Jungkook didn’t forget a second of that day - and it was only one time. Sometimes he thinks how many other times he could’ve had you if he hadn’t slipped up and admitted he loved you. It’s the reason why he doesn’t intend on letting you go anywhere now - making up for lost times, he tells himself.

Jungkook doesn’t know those feelings he felt for you all those years ago were reciprocated.

“Daaad!”

Instantly, Jungkook removes himself from you at the sound of Jinah’s voice. Her feet sound immediately after, paddling down the hall. You stumble, but catch yourself before you could fall. 

Jinah enters the kitchen seconds later, eyes bright and wide and a smile on her lips. 

“Jiji…” Jungkook trails off, looking at the small girl. “...remember what I said about coming in here while I’m cooking?”

Jinah nods her head. She’s holding a paper in her hands. “Accidents.” she murmurs. “Look!”

You turn, cookies in hand as Jinah shows what she has colored to Jungkook.

Jungkook is already rounding the corner, a tint to his cheeks. He washes his hands, eyes flickering to you for a mere moment before turning back to Jinah.

“That’s amazing.” Jungkook says, smiling down at his daughter. You watch him, unsure why you find him to be cute whenever he speaks to Jinah. He isn’t cocky, he isn’t demanding. He’s just Jungkook. 

“It’s me and you and,” Jinah turns to you, pointing at her with her left hand. “Y/N!”

“I see.” Jungkook takes the paper from Jinah’s small hands. “And a dog…” he chuckles, his eyes flickering to the small blob at the corner of the page. “Want to see?” 

Jungkook is speaking to you now. He furrows his brows.

“Y-Yeah.” you stutter. Your feet work for you, paddling towards Jungkook and Jinah. “Wow,” you say, your voice raising like it always did whenever you talk to her - or to small children in general. “It’s so nice.”

Jinah beams up at you and Jungkook in a way that has your heart jolting.

“Let’s go hang this up.” you speak to Jinah. “Right along with the other ones.”

Jungkook allows you to take the crayon drawing from his hands, avoiding his eyes. Then, Jinah takes your hand in her smaller ones and drags you down the hall, far more excited than he’s ever seen her before.

In Jungkook’s eyes, as a young teenager going through far too many hormones and emotions, you could do no wrong. It didn’t matter that he did almost all of your work and expected nothing in return - because your attention was enough. 

Jungkook realized that you were becoming a bad habit - one that had him skipping classes whenever you asked. You and he would sit right behind the school, an area secluded by tall trees and shade that left the two of you completely hidden. He recalls that this was one of his favorite memories of you. Before you had mounted him, wrapping your bare pussy around his cock and he uttered those words, you’d tease him right here.

Still, your friends didn’t know and Jungkook was positive they never would. You were his secret, one he would take to the grave with him if it meant that he could remain as such. 

“You are such a cutie without your glasses.” you’d tell him, removing the frames from him and offering a low grin, your lips glistening with gloss. You begin to chew calmly, as if savoring the minty gum in your mouth. Your lips sparkle with the right amount of shine underneath the shade.

You always thought that even with said glasses, Jungkook was handsome. “I bet all the girls tell you that.”

You’re teasing him, you always do. “I don’t talk to other girls.” he’d say, repeating it over and over again, a part of you (that you’d never admit) secretly enjoying that Jungkook was yours and yours only. 

“How come?” you asked, feigning ignorance. “Don’t tell me you actually like me?” you giggled, this time instead of hovering above him, you take a seat right in his lap. Your skirt is short, as is every girl in your friend group, and it rides up when you sit. “You’re like a little dog, you know? Following me around and humping my leg.”

Jungkook swallowed, his adam’s apple bobbing. His pants are just as thin as your panties and he feels it all. He stiffens, his cock growing embarrassingly hard as the seconds roll by, and he knows you feel it, too. 

“I was right.” you giggled, tilting your head to look at him. His tinted cheeks are as cute as him, as was the humiliated expression on his face. “You can be so pathetic at times, you know?”

Softly, Jungkook nods. “I know.” he agrees silently.

You watch Jungkook closely, your eyes trailing across his face. To his rosy lips, soft eyes, to the sharpness of his jawline. Jungkook doesn’t know what you’re thinking, and you like to keep it that way. You didn’t want him to become like the other boys in school.

You lean closer to Jungkook, your crotch rubbing against him. He lets out a soft whimper at the friction. His lips part, his eyes widening as he watches you. You’re chewing the gum, this time flattening said gum along your teeth, pushing your tongue through and blowing. It pops in his face, a breeze of mint tickling his nose.

“That’s okay, Kookie,” you tell him, both of your hands settling onto his face. He could die right here, he remembered thinking, and he would be fine with that - right underneath you and in your full control “I always wanted a dog.”

Your lips fall onto his and instantly, he tastes the coconut gloss. Your tongue forces his lips apart without a fight, your tongue sliding across his possessively until he feels soft, sticky texture against his own lips. Your hips jut so softly, teasing his hardened cock against you that he’s positive you’re toying with him, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. 

When you pull away, Jungkook inhales and nearly chokes when the gum threatens to go down his throat.

“Excuse me -Y/N!”

You stop in your tracks at the sound of your name. You turn around with knitted brows. You’re holding a box that’s full to the brim with different envelopes and paper, all assigned for you to organize - only because Jungkook had nothing else for you to do while Jinah was at school. Currently, he’s in a work meeting just down the hall and in view, the windows showcasing the amount of people and possible investors inside. 

“Oh,” you offer a smile at the man. Ren is his name. He sports a soft smile your way, pushing a black cart in front of him. “hello Ren. How are you?”

“Great!” Ren exclaims. “I noticed the box you’re holding is full. Need a hand?”

Ren is one of the many assistants here that do whatever they’re told. Coffee runs to answering phones to scheduling meetings. He is indeed pushing a cart that appears to have different arrays of office supplies. “Stocking up?”

Ren nods, going around the cart to take the box from your hands. He places it on top of his cart, pushing aside a stack of papers. “Sasha likes fresh inked pens every other day.” he states. “Kaede goes through paper like crazy, so he needs his printer to be stocked daily; insane right?”

You walk besides Ren as he makes his way down the hall. With each step, the conference room comes into view. Behind it, Jungkook is speaking, using his hands to motion as he does so. You ponder what he’s talking about, but you and Jungkook rarely speak of work.

“How is it working for the big boss?” Ren questions. “He scares me.”

You glance Ren’s way, snorting. “Jungkook scares you?” you ask, tone a bit teasing. However, as your mind thinks further into it, it was obvious why Ren would find Jungkook intimidating, especially when he was a small fish compared to the shark that was Jeon Jungkook.

“You…” Ren trails off, brown eyes widening a bit. “...call him by his name? He allows that?”

Your cheeks warm at the realization, now remembering that you were the only one that didn’t speak to Jungkook professionally. You didn’t want what you were doing behind the scenes to be outed and have everyone suspecting you fucked your way into a job - even if that’s exactly what you did.

“Mr. Jeon and I go way back!” you say quickly just as you were about to pass the conference room. For a moment, behind the glass, Jungkook looks your way. His eyes glance between you, then Ren, then back to you. “We went to the same high school.”

You take your eyes away from Jungkook to focus back on Ren.

“Oh.” Ren sighs out in what you swore was relief. “I see. You two must be good friends then.”

You and Ren stop at the elevator, your destination, the top floor where Ren’s never stepped foot in. He wonders if he was even allowed without Mr. Jeon present, but you step inside just as the doors open and motion for him to follow you. Once inside, he straightens his shoulders.

“Working with Mr. Jeon isn’t all that bad. He’s very punctual, but I suppose I understand why others might find him scary.”

The elevator moves, going higher and higher.

“Yeah.” Ren murmurs. “We don’t really cross paths often, but when we do it’s…” Ren hums. “...he seems very powerful, in a way.”

You snicker. “Really? You speak of him as if he’s some type of super villain.”

Ren himself chuckles, a tint growing on his cheeks. “I mean, he is powerful. Super wealthy and still so young. We all work directly under him in this company that he’s built. I suppose I would say I find him admirable.”

The elevator dings just as Ren finishes talking. As the door opens, Ren’s eyes widen at the luxurious sight; the same way you had when you first entered the same office months prior.

 Your heels click as you step inside. “You can just put the box on my desk over there.” you tell Ren. “And, I know what you mean. Mr. Jeon is admirable…”

Ren pushes the cart into the office, the sudden feeling of being under dressed overcomes him. Suddenly, his shoes weren’t shiny enough, his shirt not the correct quiet luxury brand that he knows Mr. Jeon wears. 

“What was he like in Highschool?” Ren questions. He grasps the box and does what you tell him to. 

Ren is young, you note, and if you had to guess, possibly fresh out of college. You ponder if this was his first “real” job where he wishes to climb the corporate ladder. He still has a bit of a baby face, his eyes containing the twinkling sense of hope that died for you years ago.

You blink a few times, your mind drifting back to the quiet kid in the back of the class that was Jeon Jungkook. Shy, timid and though not a loner, only contained a small group of friends around him. 

“Smart.” you respond. “Always the top of our classes. He’s helped me a lot with my own work.” you admit, that warm feeling coming back to your cheeks. “It isn’t surprising that he has all of this.” you wave your hand around, gesturing to not only the office, but to the entire company. 

“You and him were good friends?”

Ren himself thinks maybe he’s asking too many personal questions, but you hadn’t glared at him yet like others had. During his time working for this company there was only a selected few who actually treated him kindly, you being one of them.

“We…lost touch after high school.” you avoid answering the question on whether you and Jungkook were friends. Could you call it that? You used Jungkook like a tool and he allowed it, hiding whatever “relationship” you and he had from your friends.

What would you tell Ren? ‘Yes, Mr. Jeon and I go way back that I even had a secret child with him who to this day he has no idea about!’ It wasn’t idealistic.

The elevator dings again. Ren turns his head to the sound, his eyes widening when Mr. Jeon steps through. 

“Sir,” Ren bows his head a bit, his hands gripping the metal cart.

Jungkook blinks towards Ren. His eyes then trail towards you. “How’s the filing coming along?” he questions. 

“Just about to get started.” you murmur, glancing back towards Ren behind Jungkook. “Ren was helping me bring it up here.”

Ren blinks, panic flowing through him when Jungkook turns back to him. “Oh.” is all the older man says. 

“I’ll be taking my leave, Sir. Y/N.” Ren murmurs. He can feel his palms growing sweaty at being far too close to Mr. Jeon. 

“You do that.” Jungkook says as he steps deeper into his office. He rounds his desk to sit down.

You glance at Ren as he enters the elevator. The door shuts before you could say your own farewells. You couldn’t shake off the sudden uneasy feeling that clouds the office, but you otherwise don’t say anything about it.

The next hour is met in silence as you do your job - filing paperwork, making copies and even scheduling in your work laptop. Jungkook himself is silent, typing away at his computer. He hadn’t said a word the entire time and you weren’t sure if that was good or not.

“What were you and Ren talking about?”

Another hour had passed when Jungkook had spoken. You look up from your laptop to offer him a glance. 

“You.” you answer.

“What about me?” Jungkook scoffs. 

“He finds you admirable.” you squint your eyes his way. “Asked what it was like working alongside you.”

Jungkook doesn’t say anything further, so you do.

“He reminds me of you.” you say truthfully, glancing back to your screen. You continue to type. “Back in Highschool. He still has that sparkle in his eyes.”

“Ah,” Jungkook hums. “you like that, don’t you?”

You stop typing. Slowly,  your eyes trail up to Jungkook from  your own desk. Your eyes connect with his.

“What does that mean?” you question.

Jungkook shrugs one shoulder. “You like that sparkle in his eyes.” he states coolly. “It’s like you have a radar for pathetic beings to take advantage of.”

“Excuse me?” you hiss, eyes widening at his words. 

“What, Y/N, are you going to fuck him next?” Jungkook snickers. “Are you going to ruin that sparkle he has in his eyes, too?”

You bite the inside of your cheek until it throbs. Your hands clench slowly. “What is this about?” you murmur dangerously low. “Are you jealous…of Ren?”

Jungkook scoffs before laughing entirely. “Please, Y/N.”

You close your laptop, glaring eyes piercing right through Jungkook. “I think you are.” you shrug. “Maybe through Ren you see what you once were.”

Jungkook doesn’t find anything funny anymore. He watches you push back your chair and stand.

“After all these years, you’re still upset about what happened in high school.” 

Jungkook’s eyes dance down your figure. “Where are you going?” he questions as he witnesses you gathering your items. 

“For lunch.” you state. “Maybe I’ll ask Ren if he wants to go anywhere-”

“You’re going to get that boy fired.” Jungkook spats. He stands, rounds his desk and stalks towards you. “Sit-”

You push yourself away from Jungkook as he grasps your arm. “You’re an asshole, you know that?”

“And you’re the bitch who lives a good life because of me.” Jungkook hisses right back. “You don’t get paid to flirt in front of my face. Is that the reason you asked for ‘more work’.”

“Flirting…flirting in your face?” you snap, now genuinely appalled by his words.

At least you were right, you think, Jungkook was jealous. To think someone like him with the amount of endless money and resources would be jealous of someone that found him admirable.

“Even with all this money and power you have, Kook, you’re still the same pathetic loser who I fucked and left all those years ago and nothing is going to change that.”

You stiffen at your own words. You didn’t mean to say it aloud - or at all -  you were just upset. Only your mother knew how to pinch a nerve in you like that, and now Jungkook was jabbing that same nerve repeatedly.

Immediately, you squeeze your eyes shut and mentally curse at yourself. It was a sensitive topic  for not only Jungkook, but for you, as well. When you were triggered, you’d resort back to the person you once was -  a total bitch. Those words had your mind flashing rapidly - to the look on Jungkook’s face when you opened his letter, to those words your mother spoke to you; “I wanted you to be more than just a pretty face. Look at you now.”

 “I didn’t mean-”

“Yes you did, Y/N. That’s okay.” Jungkook interrupts. At first, upon hearing the lack of malice in his voice, you thought maybe he was telling the truth.  “You think you can do better without me?”

Jungkook’s voice is dangerously low. When your eyes flutter open, he’s directly in front of you. Those dark round eyes of his are hard, piercing right through you.

“You think…”

You yelp when Jungkook’s hand slams into your head, yanking a fist full of your hair. 

“...you could do any better than what I give you? I may be the same pathetic loser, but you’re still the whore that needs my help.”

Jungkook presses himself against your body. Maybe it’s the way your eyes glared at him after you called him pathetic, or maybe it was just the words - whatever it was, it caused his cock to harden. Your words rang true to the core. Deep down inside, even with all the money and notoriety he’s gained remains the same boy who was shy and reserved. The boy who followed your every word - the boy who was still stuck on you for years to come.

You inhale through your nose, taking a deep breath. You and Jungkook lock eyes, neither of you speaking but the both of you seething - and entirely a bit too aroused by the other. What you and Jungkook had going on wasn’t ethical, but it was good. Even if you weren’t sure where it was going to lead to. 

“The whore you fell in love with.” you murmur, your own eyes hardening. “What does that say about you, Mr. Jeon.”

Jungkook’s throats make a noise. He’s less angered now, finding the way you’re looking at him far too appealing. His grip in your hair softens. 

“Do you still love me?” you ask rather boldly. It’s fast, but your eyes flicker to his lips, the beauty mark underneath said lips was something you always found cute, as weird as it sounded. “After all these years, Mr. Jeon?” your voice softens, teasing him further. “I bet after I broke your pathetic little heart, you tried to find me in every woman you’ve been with since then, huh?”

Jungkook licks his lips. Maybe your words were harsh - true, however - and it was weird, but he finds that his cock is twitching in his pants right now. Your eyes are glaring daggers into him with such anger and annoyance, but yet you’re still so beautiful. So alluring that he bucks his hips into you further.

“And none of them satisfied that itch that you obviously still have for me.”

Your hand reaches up to touch his hand that’s still in your hair. Jungkook’s throat makes another noise, a whimper that notifies not only him, but you, that you were far too correct. 

“Admit you’re jealous.”

Jungkook furrows a brow, asking a silent question.

“Of Ren.” you murmur, slowly removing Jungkook’s tattooed hand from your head. Your thumb caresses the top of said hand, eyes watching Jungkook. 

“I can never be jealous of someone who couldn’t take you from me.” Jungkook speaks coolly. “I’m pathetic but not incompetent. You’re right where you want to be. Where I want you to be.”

It’s weird that Jungkook has a switch to him. How he could freely admit that he was so pathetically down bad for you while also being so confident that whatever he felt you also reciprocated. 

“How can you be so certain this is where I want to be?” you raise an eyebrow. “I could just be using you until I get bored.”

You aren’t expecting a low smirk to form onto Jungkook’s rosy lips. Sure, you aren’t too serious - it was just playful banter. But still, you wanted the man to gravel at your feet, not match your pettiness.

“You’re good for that, aren’t you?” Jungkook murmurs. “You want to hear me say that I’m jealous of another man to stroke your own ego, huh?”

Jungkook removes his hand from your own to place it onto your cheek. His thumb places itself on your lips, tracing it slowly. The closeness of the both of you causes heat to radiate off of one another. You can feel his bulge against you, the heartbeat between your legs only growing with each passing second.

“You aren’t leaving me.” 

Unblinking are Jungkook’s eyes as he speaks; straight to the point. He doesn’t budge an inch, his closeness radiating even more heat that flows throughout your entire body underneath his gaze.

Jungkook is serious, but the way you hear it is not the way he intends. Your mind hears Jungkook’s “you aren’t leaving me” as if it's something you couldn’t afford to do. No, it wasn’t that at all. What Jungkook truly means is he wasn’t going to allow you to leave him again like you had all those years ago; shut him out and go your separate ways. Not again - not ever.

“You can’t stop me.”

And of course you spoke. You couldn’t help yourself. The smug look on Jungkook’s (handsome) face was enough for you to want to prove him wrong.

“If I wanted to leave, I could.” you continue. “Just be happy I haven’t yet.”

“But you aren’t going to.” Jungkook says, dropping his hand from your cheek to your neck. 

Your lips part, a soft breath passing through as Jungkook’s palm cups your neck, fingers digging ever so gently into it.

“Did you think I was joking with you when I said that you’ll do as I say?”

With a free hand, Jungkook grasps your waist to bring you closer to him. His grip on your neck tightens. 

“Before, I gave you a bit of a choice.” Jungkook murmurs, bringing himself closer to you. His nose grazes yours softly. “Now, however, I’m not.”

Jungkook’s lips are the softest pair of lips you ever tasted. You learned that though he was a man, he had a thorough routine that left his skin soft, his hair silky and smooth and his lips soft.

Even if your body craved for Jungkook that left an aching heartbeat between your legs, it’s your own will that pushes the man away - even if he didn’t go far. A slap sounds throughout the office so loud and sudden that it stuns even you.

Jungkook’s stinging cheek doesn’t upset him - no, the opposite. He’s even more excited by your action that he almost asks you to do it again.

“You talk as if I belong to you.” your eyes squint at the man.

“You do.” Jungkook responds without a second passing. “I’ll be damned if someone else gets to fuck this sweet pussy of yours.”

Jungkook’s hand finding their way into your skirt in a manner of seconds has you yelping. He cups your pussy, the heartbeat only growing more rapid. Your thighs clench around his hand for a moment, your reaction giving yourself away.

“You’re just a stubborn bitch is all, Y/N. You always have been.” Jungkook chuckles, licking his lips. “But I’m not a little boy who’s afraid of a challenge. You like to be chased,” he shrugs his shoulders, so nonchalant and cool. “so I’ll let you run.”

You hate how Jeon Jungkook makes your body feel - so warm and weak that your thighs tremble with anticipation. He has a hold on you that he’s never truly had before and that thought both frightens and excites you.

“I’ve had a long day so far.”

Jungkook’s fingers rub against your clothed pussy until the fabric grows damp with arousal.

“Meetings after meetings,” Jungkook licks his lips before continuing. “and at the end of it all, I come to you for relaxation. But all you’ve given me was attitude.”

“We aren’t going to rewrite history.” you murmur, because it’s the only way you could say it without your voice cracking. “You started with me.”

“I did.” Jungkook’s lip twitches upwards, attempting to avoid the smirk that would surely send you into a rage. “What do you want me to say, Y/N? That I was jealous?” he questions, adding more pressure to his rubs, his gaze hardening on your face for any ounce of expression. “You talking to Ren, no matter how much of a downgrade he is from me-”

You roll your eyes. Not completely out of pure annoyance from Jungkook’s audacity, but also because your pussy was growing wetter with each passing moment. 

“-reminds me of when you’d do the same all those years ago. Toy with me just to go back to living your life.”

“You want me to apologize, Kookie?” your voice is so breathy; so full of need. Your eyes flutter a bit. “That you’re so insecure that even someone you deemed lesser than you has the possibility of stealing me away.”

Jungkook chuckles. He knows that you’re trying to get a rise out of him. Your degrading words are so sweet to his ears - they always have been. Instead of responding, his fingers dig into your panties and push them aside. He slides said fingers right on through and gathers more than enough of your juices all over him.

“You have the sweetest pussy, you know?” Jungkook continues to slide his invasive fingers until he finds your entrance. “She always gets nice and wet for me, too.”

You’re hoisted right against your desk, Jungkook pushing himself right between your thighs so you don’t have the chance to close them. He begins to pump inside of you as your gummy walls squeeze around him so sweetly.

“Cat got your tongue?” Jungkook leans closer. “Where did all that mouth go, baby? You know I like when you talk shit to me.”

Jungkook’s palm rubs against your clit as his fingers drill inside of you. You can feel your own hips buckling into him, a tiny part of your mind telling you to fight back, but your body wouldn’t listen.

“Oh, I forgot.” Jungkook snorts. “You know when to shut the fuck up when I’m inside you, right?”

Your pussy squelches so loud, as if responding for him before you had the chance to. It’s what he truly loves about you, amongst other things.

You cum hard around Jungkook’s fingers that you’re a trembling mess, but even then he replaces them with something bigger. He doesn’t hold back, either, as he plunges his cock deep inside of you. He does it so needily, as if proving an unspoken point. 

The desk creaks beneath you, but it’s just added noise along with the grunts, moans, whimpers and slapping skin. 

Your legs wrap around Jungkook, your hands snatching his expensive shirt to pull him closer to you. Your foreheads touch right as you capture his lips, an action he adores whenever he’s deep inside your pussy.

The kiss is just as lewd as the fucking is, saliva pooling from the corner of your mouth as your tongue fights against his, your squeezing cunt caging him in. Jungkook feels like he’s sinking deeper and deeper into you entirely, the world around him blurring until all he could focus on is you.

“-don’t stop~” you whimper against Jungkook’s lips.

“I’m not.” Jungkook grunts. “I waited all day to cum inside of you.”

You fall back against your desk and that allows Jungkook enough time to rip your own buttoned shirt open. He shoves your bra down just enough for him to grasp a fist full of your bouncing breast.

“You take me so well, baby.” groans Jungkook, your hardened nipple right against his palm. “If only you could see the way you look right now.”

You whine - because the way Jungkook looks now right above you is just as amazing. A bit of sweat lined his forehead, dark eyes clouded with lustful purpose. His perfectly trimmed eyebrows scrunched together in concentration.

“You’re so handsome, Kookie~” you moan, the pits of your stomach churning. “To think you’ve gone from the pathetic little boy who’d hump my leg if I asked, to a man.”

Jungkook’s breathing hitches, his palms tightening on your breast. Your words get a rise out of him, one that has his hand wrapping around your neck firmly. “Yeah?” he snorts. “I’m not that same boy.”

“You are.” your body squirms, his cock drilling deeper and deeper that you’re surprised you can even form words still. “Still so pathetic.”

Jungkook’s tip hits right at your cervix, so hot and merciless. Your squelching pussy enjoys every assaulting second of it. 

“And yet here you are,” Jungkook barks back. “allowing me to use your pussy to my liking. You’re just as pathetic as me, baby.”

“I never said I wasn’t.” you spat back, followed by a string of curses that has your stomach sinking in. Then, your bratty tone changes entirely and you mewl out a  “I’m cumming!”

“I know you are, baby. Let it go.” Jungkook chuckles, ramming his cock in you; deep, filthy and sloppy. 

Your cunt is sopping, a creamy white ring decorates his cock. He grumbles to himself at the sight of you - then at the audacity to think that he’d ever let you leave him again. The past several months he had grown accustomed to your presence in his office and his home - and his bedroom. He enjoyed the lingering aroma of your perfume that stuck to him that got him through until he saw you next.

Jungkook liked to think he was a territorial man, not a jealous one. He knew how you were with those you deemed lesser than you - and Ren was exactly that. A weakling with sparkling eyes and full of hopefulness; eager to please anyone around him. It didn’t disgust Jungkook entirely until he saw the man and you made your way up the elevator.

Again, Jungkook was territorial, and he’d be damned if he allowed you to demean and walk all over a man that wasn’t him. 

Your body shudders entirely, twitching underneath Jungkook’s pumping cock. Your eyes are squeezed shut, your body twitching due to overstimulation. His hand is wrapped firmly around your neck, not letting you go until he’s had enough of you.

And after all you’ve said to him, you’re sure he was claiming dominance over you.

“You look so pretty like this, baby. Fucked out, whimpering…”

Your gummy walls continue to consume him entirely, bringing him in deeper and deeper. The desk scraps aggressively underneath you. The slapping of his skin against yours is an added base, one he couldn’t get enough of. 

“I still have another meeting to get to,” Jungkook groans, his eyes hardening. He could take you another 3 times if he could just to show you how serious he is about claiming you as his.  “but tonight I want you in my bed.”

Jungkook lets go of your neck to trail his hand down your body and right between your legs. His thumb presses at your clit and he circles the bud, licking his lips at how your thighs clench.

“Slow d-down!” you stutter, but the way your pussy squeezes him tells Jungkook that you love the way he’s touching you. “It’s too much.”

“You can handle it.” Jungkook chuckles. “It feels better when we cum together, baby, and you’ve already came twice.”

Your lower back arches as your hands reach out to grasp onto anything for support. Your rolling eyes has Jungkook far too smug because it was him who was doing this to you. It was him who had you completely fucked out and creaming all over his cock like the slut you’ve always been. 

Him, Jungkook thinks. He finds that he often dwells in the past and thinks of the “what if’s”. What if he hadn’t ruined things between the two of you - would you have continued to see him? Even if it was just as an outlet for you to demean and taunt him. Would you have grown to like him as something more?

Now, Jungkook finds that living in the past and constantly thinking of the “what if’s” would do nothing for him. Instead, he had to see what you and he could be in the present - and right now, more than anything, you were his.

“-too much!” you squeal, your squelching pussy growing louder and louder. There isn’t any use in closing your legs as Jungkook isn’t allowing it - not until you’re cumming all over him again. The pleasure is intense and painful, your body trembling right on top of the desk pathetically.

“I know you can handle it, baby.” Jungkook grumbles, his eyes dancing between your creamy pussy to your face. “Where’s the slut with the bitchy attitude?”

Jungkook himself isn’t going to last much longer. 

Jungkook catches your eyes fluttering open, glossy and lustful, stare right at him. 

“Ah, theeeerrree she is.” Jungkook smirks. He adds pressure to your wet clit. “

“Fu-uck you.” you breathe right before cumming yet again, just as pleasured as before but this time with added pain due to the overstimulation. Goosebumps litter your skin, your head falling back against the desk.

“Fuck~” Jungkook hisses, shooting hot, sticky cum right inside of you. 

Jungkook falls on top of you, his cock continuing to twitch until there is nothing left. His head is in your chest, listening as your heart beats erratically, your breathing hitched.

“I-”

Jungkook is cut off. The elevator began to sound and that only meant one thing. “What the fuck?” he hisses, annoyed. He removes himself from you. “Why did Lei let someone up without informing me first?”

Jungkook pulls his pants up and tightens his belt. “Maybe it’s Lei herself.” he murmurs to himself. His eyes look down at you and whistles. “Get dressed, baby. Don’t want her to see how good I’ve fucked you, right?”

The elevator continues to ding, indicating that it’s drawing nearer and nearer.

You button up your shirt with trembling hands. You find your panties on the ground and scramble to pull them up and attempt to make yourself presentable. “I fucking hate you sometimes.” you hiss at Jungkook.

“Yeah, I bet you do.” Jungkook retorts. 

You roll your eyes and run a hand over your head. Your hair was now frizzy, your once neat but now appearing entirely fucked up. 

“I’m serious. I don’t want Lei to think-”

“That you’re fucking me?” Jungkook interrupts. “Fucking your boss?”

Jungkook rounds the corner and sits back at his desk. He sends a sly smirk your way.

“Maybe I should fuck you in front of everyone-”

“Jungkook-”

The elevator sounds before the doors open. You straighten your shoulders, waiting for Lei to walk through.

Only Lei doesn’t walk through.

Your eyes widen and your body runs cold.

“Tae?” you murmur at the sight of your son. His eyes glance around the office. He appears much like you did when you first arrived. “What…w-what are you doing here?”

Jungkook’s eyebrows knit. His mind racks in his mind. Tae…

Ji-tae.

Jungkook’s eyes watch as the younger boy steps into the office. It’s eerily silent on your end.

“Ma,” Ji-tae responds. “grandmother told me you worked here.”

Ma, Jungkook thinks. The words ring through his ears over and over again. His eyes drag towards you. You’re entirely stiff, your eyes wide and from here he notes, a bit glossy.

“Why aren’t you in school?” you swallow the lump in your throat. You take a deep breath. “H-How did you even get-”

“Got out early.” Ji-tae responds. His eyes glance to Jungkook to find the older man is already staring at him. “I’ve passed all my finals and didn’t need to be there.”

Your own eyes look towards Jungkook. Your heart jolts when, at the exact moment, his eyes dart back to you. That look in his eyes; that of realization. He’s done the calculation in his head, and even if he hadn’t, Ji-tae looked far too much like him for the man to not put it together.

Ji-tae’s eyes scans your appearance. His eyes squint just a bit. 

“Let me take you home.” your knees feel weak when you walk towards your desk and grab your bag. 

“You didn’t tell me you had a son.”

Jungkook rises from his seat. Ji-tae’s eyes glanced at him once more. 

“I’m going to take him home.” you don’t look Jungkook’s way. You needed to get out of this situation immediately. “I-I’ll be-”

“Am I interrupting?”

Jungkook furrows his brows at the younger boy. He wasn’t talking to you, but to him. 

“Of course not.” your heels click against the ground as you make your way towards Ji-tae. 

“You must be smart to pass all of your finals so early on.”

Your trembling hand wraps around your son's wrist. 

Jungkook thinks it’s like staring into a mirror when he looks at Ji-tae, the younger boy's glaring eyes staring right back at him.

“Yeah.” is all Ji-tae says as you tug him towards the elevator. You press the button and nearly shove your son inside with you. 

“Y/N” Jungkook calls just as you press the button to the lobby. “we’ll talk another time.”

Jungkook watches the way your eyes meet his as the elevator doors closes.

trivia-yandere: okay… 👁️ so what are we thinking?? like ofc this isnt the og version i was going with but like, i actually like the drama of a secret kid that a few ppl suggested. soap opera vibes 🤪

ex boyfriend jungkook, who has to look away from you when he realizes that he’s been staring far too hard and long that his eyes begin to burn, the moisture in his eyes beginning to dehydrate if he didn’t blink soon.

ex boyfriend jungkook, who decided that you and he weren’t together anymore and thus things didn’t need to be awkward. thus, he joins in on the festivities, even if you and he don’t talk and only give subtle glances.

ex boyfriend jungkook, who looks so good that you want to continue to roll your eyes. of course in jungkook fashion, he makes sure to show off his toned arms, his sleeveless shirt showcasing the tattoo sleeve you remember tracing once upon a time while in bed together.

ex boyfriend jungkook, who watches the way you down the shots alongside your best friend, and woman who’s been glaring daggers at him the entire time - he wasn’t fond of her either. she was always getting into your head while you were in a relationship with him - there was a reason why that bitch was single.

ex boyfriend jungkook, who is now forced into an awkward three-way hug by a tipsy jimin. “thaaaank you both for coming!” he sing-songs, not caring if the tension between the two of you were present. “you two look so good! did you dress to impress one another?”

ex boyfriend jungkook, who before he could respond and deny it - even if he cut the sleeves on his shirt himself before coming, wore the cologne you swore was your favorite on him and even got a fresh cut - you do. “as if i’d ever do anything to impress that man.” even if you yourself had intentionally worn the shortest skirt you owned with the same lacy panties that jungkook bought you, even if you weren’t going to directly show him.

ex boyfriend jungkook, who snaps back, “it’ll take more than a slutty skirt to impress me, either way.” even if it was a complete lie because he’s having a hard time not to look down at you right now - but he has a point to prove. “besides, that bitch of a friend must’ve dressed her. she’s never dressed like that before.”

ex boyfriend jungkook, hears jimin giggle in the middle of you two, his head thrown back at the obvious conversation he’s instigated between the two of you that isn’t so obvious to you or jungkook. “so you admit she looks good?” he asks.

ex boyfriend jungkook snorts and rolls his eyes, because now he’ll be damned if he admits that to you. you do, he thinks, and from here he can smell that warm vanilla lotion you love to use. “what i meant was,” he glances at you. “it’s obvious she wants someone’s attention.”

ex boyfriend jungkook scoffs when you laugh, but your eyes remain hard. “not you.” you spat out. “typical for you to think that, though. you were always insecure about other men looking at me.”

ex boyfriend jungkook’s eyes harden at you, he bites the inside of his cheek. his heart quickens, the alcohol flowing through him making his body radiate with even more heat. but you’re more upset that you continue to talk - “that’s why we ended things, right?”

ex boyfriend jungkook, who focuses so hard on you that he doesn’t realize that jimin had removed his arm from around the two of you. he backs away slowly because his work here was done. he was tired of hearing how much jungkook missed you and how lonely you felt without talking to jungkook throughout the day.

ex boyfriend jungkook responds. “yeah, because it was easier than you to just stop being stubborn.” he hisses. “so now look at you. single just like that friend you listen to.”

ex boyfriend jungkook is nearly chest to chest with you, peering down at you with equally glaring eyes. his heart jolts with excitement that he does hold your attention, even if its with irritation and annoyance.

ex boyfriend jungkook who’s left dumbfounded when you do respond to him - “and look at you. still insecure like i knew you would be.” you don’t mean it, but one thing you and jungkook were when heated like this was toxic. you both said things you didn’t mean. “you just weren’t man enough for me, kookie.”

ex boyfriend jungkook watches the way you turn away and walk in the crowd. he’s stunned at your word, but that soon turns to humiliation and anger. he stalks after you, watching the way you stop at a table full of people and drinks and pick up to take a shot.

ex boyfriend jungkook who snatches you by your bicep as you place the shot to your lips and down it. the small plastic cup drops from your fingers as you’re forced to look at a seething jungkook - there’s a sudden throbbing between your legs at the dark look in his eyes. “say it again.”

ex boyfriend jungkook, doesn’t care about the attention he’s drawing in the crowded people. it’s (of course) jimin who draws it all back by coming through with more shots. he tugs at your bicep again, this time tightening his grip. “say it again,” he repeats, his voice dropping to a whisper that you hear clear as day. “don’t act shy now.”

ex boyfriend jungkook who has you pinned against the bathroom door, locking it behind you. his lips are at your neck, suckling as if it was his life force. your hand is tugging at his shirt as his tattooed hand find it’s way between your legs. “not man enough?” he breaths, his fingers finding the lacy fabric of your now damp panties. “you get this wet for someone who isn’t man enough?”

ex boyfriend jungkook who finds his fingers pulling those lazy panties to the side to swipe at your puffy clit. he groans loudly, the music behind the door gets louder - yet again, jimin’s doing. he brings his fingers to his lips and plop them right into his mouth, the lewd act you witness having your knees buckle. “just how i remembered.”

ex boyfriend jungkook, who plunges his fingers deep inside of you, holding you right in place against the door so you don’t have anywhere to squirm to. your head is back against the door, your mouth open to let out such pleasured moans for a man that you said wasn’t enough.

ex boyfriend jungkook says, “your pussy missed being played with, huh?” so smugly, because he knows the truth. Your arousal pools all around you - on your thighs, down his wrist to the floor.

ex boyfriend jungkook laughs when you bite back a “fuck you” followed by a push of his chest. “yeah, you’d like me to, huh?” he hisses, his fingers plunging deeper that his palms slams against your clit for added pleasure. “you always liked to be fucked so disrespectfully.”

ex boyfriend jungkook slaps you - it’s sudden and in the heat of the moment, but right there you cum all around his fingers. why does he slap you? It was the “i faked it to boost that pathetic ego of yours.” that sent him.

ex boyfriend jungkook who bends you over the counter, the mirror in front of you two showcasing just how fucked out you are that there was no way your words weren’t anything but lies. “faked it, huh?” jungkook forces your thighs apart, his hand tugging down your panties fully that he realizes it's the same pair he’s gifted you. “wore these for me, baby?”

ex boyfriend jungkook who shoves his own pants down, followed by his underwear to reveal his hardened cock, pink and angry, dripping with pre-cum and ready to feel you again. “of course not.” you lie easily. “i wore it for a man that could actually handle me.”

you say it because you know it’s what would rile up ex boyfriend jungkook and just as you expected, there’s a rough smack against your ass, then, you feel him. you’re so tight, jungkook thinks, his eyes fluttering as he enters your sweet pussy raw.

ex boyfriend jungkook who’s mind dramatically showcases it all - a rushing waterfall surrounded by bliss; butterflies and singing birds with an endless shining sun - a world so euphoric that he never wants it to end. he ruts his hips, groaning loudly at how amazing you felt.

ex boyfriend jungkook who loves how beautiful your pussy sounds as he fucks you from behind. It gushes and squelches loudly for him - someone who wasn’t man enough. “i missed the way this pussy felt around me,” he groans, eyes fixed on the way your ass bounces against him. “if only you could see how wet she is, baby. you still faking it?”

ex boyfriend jungkook slaps your ass again when you stutter out a “f-fuck y-you!” he does it again, and again - and again. It only makes your pussy wetter and even tighter. Were his eyes deceiving him, or did you widen your legs for him?

ex boyfriend jungkook who fucks your so deliciously that your eyes roll. you attempt to hold onto something, but there’s nothing sturdy enough to do so. it’s as if jungkook knows, however, and his hand reaches for yours. “I got you, baby” he says so tenderly in your ear.

just by the tone in which ex boyfriend jungkook speaks to you has you submitting far quicker than you wanted. his breath on your ear that also tickles your skin - you missed him more than you thought you’d would. “more~” you plead.

ex boyfriend jungkook gives you exactly what you ask him for. his free hand slides up from your waist to underneath your shirt until he has a firm grip on your breast. his cock springs deep inside of you, hitting that spot he knows all too well. your back arches, wanting to feel more and more of him.

ex boyfriend jungkook who squeezes your breast in his palms so tightly, panting against your neck. you’re the wettest you’ve ever been in months and he feels every bit of pleasured arousal. “feel so good, baby~” he whimpers against your neck. “did you miss me?”

ex boyfriend jungkook that doesn’t meant to ask you that. he doesn’t want to get too sentimental and allow feelings into this. it would do nothing but disappoint him, but he desperately wants to hear the answer. “yeah,” he hears you breath out, your pussy squeezing him tighter and tighter. “yeah i-i…missed you.”

ex boyfriend jungkook who presses his lips to yours when you turn your head to look at him with blurred eyes. he forces his tongue into your willing mouth, his thrusts becoming sloppy. it was obvious that he missed you, too, more than you knew. he wonders if you deleted the text threads on your phone, and if not, had you opened it and typed before erasing the messages? had you clicked on his contact and contemplated on hitting “call” before deciding against it?

ex boyfriend jungkook who says “me, too.” when you exclaim that you’re cumming. but he doesn’t want it to end. he doesn’t want for things to back how they were - subtly awkward glances and heated exchanges. “come with me tonight,”

you’re cumming first, your thighs shaking as that warm feeling radiates through you. ex boyfriend jungkook cums immediately after, barely able to pull himself out of you - he doesn’t want to you didn’t want him to. warm cum spills all over your inner thigh, his body collapsing on top of yours as you and him pant.

it’s silent in the restroom as you and ex boyfriend jungkook get cleaned. the music is still loud from the outside. for a moment, jungkook has forgotten where he was and just why you and he came here.

It isn’t jungkook who breaks the silence first. you’d pull your panties up after cleaning yourself off, glancing jungkook’s way. “i didn’t mean it.” you murmur, voice low. “i was just upset.”

ex boyfriend jungkook clears his throat. “i know,” he responds. “i was, too.”

this is exactly what ex boyfriend jungkook wanted to prevent. the awkwardness that came after such a high. his heart jolts, his throat tightening. “i miss you.” he admits again. “you don’t have to say it back.” he quickly interjects. “i just…want you to know.”

you don’t say it back, even if ex boyfriend jungkook wants to hear you say it again. instead you run a hand through your hair. “thanks for telling me.”

ex boyfriend jungkook who nods his head softly.

Still, your friends didn’t know and Jungkook was positive they’d never know. You were his secret, one he would take to the grave with him if it meant that he could remain as such.

“You are such a cutie without your glasses.” you’d tell him, removing the frames from him and offering a low grin, your lips glistening with gloss. You begin to chew calmly, as if savoring the minty gum in your mouth. Your lips sparkle with the right amount of shine underneath the shade.

You always thought that even with said glasses, Jungkook was handsome. “I bet all the girls tell you that.”

You’re teasing him, you always do. “I don’t talk to other girls.” he’d say, repeating it over and over again, a part of you (that you’d never admit) secretly enjoying that Jungkook was yours and yours only.

“How come?” you asked, feigning ignorance. “Don’t tell me you actually like me?” you giggled, this time instead of hovering above him, you take a seat right in his lap. Your skirt is short, as is every girl in your friend group, and it rides up when you sit. “You’re like a little dog, you know? Following me around and humping my leg.”

Jungkook swallowed, adam’s apple bobbing. His pants are just as thin as your panties and he feels it all. He stiffens, his cock growing embarrassingly hard as the seconds roll by, and he knows you feel it, too.

“I was right.” you giggled, tilting your head to look at him. His tinted cheeks are as cute as him, as was the humiliated expression on his face. “You can be so pathetic at times, you know?”

Softly, Jungkook nods. “I know.” he agrees silently.

You watch Jungkook closely, your eyes trailing across his face. To his rosy lips, soft eyes, to the sharpness of his jawline. Jungkook doesn’t know what you’re thinking, and you like to keep it that way. You didn’t want him to become like the other boys in school.

You lean closer to Jungkook, your crotch rubbing against him. He lets out a soft whimper at the friction. His lips part, his eyes widening as he watches you. You’re chewing the gum, this time flattening said gum along your teeth, pushing your tongue through and blowing. It pops in his face, a breeze of mint tickling his nose.

“That’s okay, Kookie,” you tell him, both of your hands settling onto his face. He could die right here, he remembered thinking, and he would be fine with that - right underneath you and in your full control “I always wanted a dog.”

Your lips fall onto his and instantly, he tastes the coconut gloss. Your tongue forces his lips apart without a fight, your tongue sliding across his possessively until he feels soft, sticky texture against his own lips. Your hips jut so softly, teasing his hardened cock against you that he’s positive you’re toying with him, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.