czy @jchezca - Tumblr Blog

𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙪𝙨 | 𝙟𝙟𝙠 • 10

˙⋆✮ They say having feelings for your brother's best friend is never a good idea...

But loving Jungkook feels like the easiest thing in the world.

He's been by your side for as long as you can remember, so it's only natural for you to feel devastated when your brother, Dohyun, tells you that Jungkook is about to get married.

For the first time ever, loving him doesn't feel easy at all.

paining: brother's best friend!jungkook × f!reader

genre: unrequited love(?), brother's best friend trope, angst, fluff, smut, slow burn

wc: 6.4k

cw: age gap (jk is 32, reader is 22 ops), tension, reader is WHIPPED, pining, initial unrequited love (my fav), eventual smut (!!adding new warnings when needed!!)

>>english is not my first language

chapter 09 | masterlist

⭒☆━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━☆⭒

You’ve been avoiding Jungkook like the plague, and that’s easily one of the hardest things you’ve ever had to endure. Being close to him feels almost unbearable, the distance you’re desperately trying to create keeps dissolving every time you manage to put a few steps between you. No matter where you go or what excuse you find to keep yourself occupied, he always ends up there somehow, existing at the edge of your vision until you can’t pretend not to notice him anymore.

His presence is suffocating in the quietest way imaginable. It doesn’t demand attention, yet it steals yours effortlessly, his eyes never wavering whenever they land on you, never carrying even the slightest hint of hesitation. You spend the entire evening searching for distractions: throwing yourself into conversations, admiring the scenery, focusing on anything that can keep your mind from wandering back to him.

Eventually, everyone decides to have dinner at the hotel’s seaside restaurant, located in a separate building overlooking the water. The short walk there offers the kind of view people usually stop to enjoy. The ocean is stretching endlessly beneath a sky painted with fading shades of gold and blue, the salty breeze is brushing against your skin and the rhythmic sound of waves is breaking gently against the shore. You barely register any of it as you’re too busy rehearsing ways to make it through the night without finding yourself alone with him.

By the time everyone reaches the table, you’ve already made up your mind. Without drawing attention to yourself, you slip into the seat beside Taehyung, hoping the decision speaks for itself before anyone can question it. Thankfully, he doesn’t. He simply glances at you with his usual easygoing expression, completely unaware of the reason behind your choice, or perhaps kind enough not to ask.

The conversation flows naturally throughout dinner, jumping from one topic to another while plates of fresh seafood continue arriving at the table. The flavors are delicate, impossibly fresh, and for a while they almost succeed in pulling your thoughts somewhere else. You laugh when everyone else does, contribute just enough to avoid looking distant, and cling to the smoothness of the evening as though it might carry you safely to the end of it.

You never look at Jungkook. Not once.

The temptation lingers constantly, sitting at the back of your mind like an itch you refuse to scratch, but you know better than to give in. The possibility of meeting his eyes across the table is enough to make your appetite disappear altogether: you keep yours fixed on your plate, on Taehyung whenever he speaks, on the candle flickering between the dishes… anywhere but him.

Still, you know he’s trying to find an opportunity to talk to you. You don’t need to catch him staring to understand it. Every time you move, he somehow ends up nearby, a few steps behind you. He’s always close enough that you’re painfully aware of him without ever needing to turn around. It’s almost as if he’s become your shadow, silently following wherever the evening takes you, waiting for the moment you’ll finally stop running.

You refuse to give him that chance.

By the time dinner comes to an end, you’re already rehearsing your escape. You stand before anyone else has the chance to suggest another drink or a walk along the beach, rubbing at your eyes as you force out a tired smile and admit that you’re exhausted. You even complain that your legs barely have the strength to carry you back to your room, hoping the performance is convincing enough to keep anyone from insisting. It works.

A wave of understanding passes around the table almost immediately. Everyone wishes you goodnight, telling you to get some rest and enjoy the sleep you so obviously need. You return every smile, every farewell, then waste no time. The second you’re free to leave, you head straight back toward the hotel, eager to put walls, doors, and as much distance as possible between yourself and the one person you’ve spent the entire evening pretending not to notice.

Of course, sleep never comes.

You spend the entire night lying awake, staring into the darkness while your thoughts refuse to leave you alone. Every time your eyes begin to close, your mind drags you back to the moment when you and Jungkook were just a single breath apart, replaying everything that happened with cruel precision until you’re wide awake again. Somewhere between the endless hours and the moonlight filtering through the curtains, one thought settles itself so deeply in your chest that it becomes impossible to shake: you haven’t just ruined the vacation you’ve been counting down to for weeks, but you’ve probably ruined Jungkook’s too.

.✦ ݁˖

By the time morning rolls around, exhaustion clings to you like a second skin.

You barely remember agreeing to breakfast this early, but you regret it the second you step into the dining room. The smell of fresh coffee, warm pastries, and toasted bread fills the room, voices already buzzing around the large circular table where everyone has gathered, impossibly awake for this hour.

You, on the other hand, feel as though you’re still trapped somewhere between yesterday and today. Without really thinking, you spread a thin layer of strawberry jam across a slice of toast. Your hand moves on its own while your mind wanders somewhere else entirely, until the knife suddenly stops halfway across the bread.

You don’t even realize you’ve frozen when a gentle pressure lands on your shoulder, pulling you back to reality.

“I hope you’re not planning on killing me with that.”

Sophie’s voice is light, followed by an easy laugh as she nods toward the knife still suspended in your hand. You blink a couple of times before looking down, only now noticing how ridiculous you must’ve looked.

In any other circumstances, you would’ve laughed with her. This morning, the best you can manage is a weak breath that doesn’t quite become a smile.

The lack of sleep is written all over your face, you don’t need a mirror to know that. You can feel it in the heaviness behind your eyes, in the dull ache settled somewhere inside your head, in the way your body seems to be functioning a few seconds behind everyone else’s.

Sophie’s smile falters almost immediately.

“Hey…” she says more quietly this time. “Are you okay? You look kind of pale.”

The question hangs in the air just long enough for the rest of the table to notice. You become aware of the silence before you understand why it feels so heavy. Conversations begin to trail off one after another, replaced by the unmistakable sensation of being watched. When you finally lift your head, several pairs of eyes are already on you, concern replacing the easy smiles that had filled the room only moments earlier.

“Yeah-” Jimin agrees, his brows knitting together as he studies you from across the table. “You disappeared pretty early last night. Are you sure you’re feeling okay?”

The attention is almost unbearable. Instinctively, your gaze slips away in search of somewhere to land. Of course it finds Jungkook.

He’s sitting across the table with his head lowered, his phone resting beside his plate as his thumb moves lazily across the screen. He hasn’t looked up once since the conversation shifted toward you, his expression unreadable from where you’re sitting.

You find yourself wondering if he’s avoiding your eyes or if he’s simply waiting for you to answer.

“Don’t worry, guys-”

The words leave your mouth before you’ve decided how you’re going to finish them. A faint vibration interrupts you. Your eyes drop automatically to the digital watch strapped around your wrist, expecting nothing more than one of the usual notifications. Instead, your breath catches.

Everything around you fades into the background as your pulse surges violently against your ribs.

kook ❤️‍🩹: Come find me downstairs tonight once everyone’s asleep.

Your breathing falters before you can stop it, your breakfast abandoned in front of you as the meaning of the message settles in. The piece of toast you were holding moments ago has become completely irrelevant, your fingers resting still against the table while your mind struggles to catch up with what you have just read.

You don’t want to look at him.

Every part of you knows that you shouldn’t, that the moment your eyes meet his you’ll lose the fragile control you’ve been holding onto since yesterday. But the pull is stronger than your attempt to resist it, and despite the silent warnings running through your head, your gaze eventually lifts across the table.

Jungkook is already looking at you. There is no surprise written across his face, no trace of hesitation now that you’ve finally caught him. He simply holds your gaze with the same quiet intensity he’s carried since yesterday.

What frightens you most isn’t the fact that he is watching you, but it’s the fact that you have no idea what he’s thinking.

You have known Jungkook for years. Long enough that understanding him has become something almost involuntary- something you never had to consciously learn. You know the way his expression changes when something bothers him, the small habits that appear when he’s uncomfortable, the subtle differences between the smiles he gives when he’s genuinely happy and the ones he wears when he’s trying to hide something. You can tell what kind of mood he’s in by the way he speaks, by the way he moves, by the smallest details most people would never notice. But right now, all of those familiar signs are gone.

The person sitting in front of you is still Jungkook, the same person you’ve spent years knowing better than almost anyone else, yet there is something about him that feels completely out of reach. For the first time, you find yourself unable to read the thoughts behind his eyes, unable to understand whether he is hurt, angry, disappointed, or simply waiting for you to stop running.

“…I’m fine.”

The words escape you before you can stop them, softer than intended. A small smile follows, carefully placed there for everyone watching, but you already know it isn’t convincing.

.✦ ݁˖

Today’s plan consists of a small boat tour around some of the island’s beaches, with a couple of stops planned along the way for anyone interested in spending some time in the water, whether that means snorkeling, swimming, or simply floating beneath the morning sun. As it turns out, your group is the only one that has any interest in leaving this early, which means the ocean is pretty quiet, interrupted only by the gentle sound of the boat cutting through the water as the shoreline gradually disappears behind you. The water is so clear that every now and then you catch glimpses of the seabed beneath the surface, patches of coral and darker rocks coming into view before disappearing again beneath the movement of the waves.

Your attention eventually shifts toward Dohyun, who seems to be enjoying himself more than anyone else on board. He’s been standing near the edge ever since you left the dock, phone held carefully over the side as he records video after video of the crystal-clear water below, leaning just enough to make you wonder whether he’s more likely to capture the perfect shot or accidentally sacrifice his phone to the ocean before the morning is over.

A little further away, the girls have naturally gathered together near the front of the boat, tucked away in their own little corner while they chat among themselves. You suppose it shouldn’t surprise you. Between wives (in Sophie’s case, a soon-to-be wife) there’s bound to be an understanding that comes effortlessly, conversations flowing in ways you probably wouldn’t be able to follow even if you were sitting beside them. Still, a small part of you can’t help feeling disappointed that no one thought to wave you over. No one except Celeste.

She catches you looking from across the deck and immediately lifts a hand in your direction, offering you the same warm smile she always seems to have whenever she’s with you. You don’t hesitate to wave back, grateful for the gesture, before your attention drifts toward Sophie almost without meaning to.

You remember spending hours helping her look for a wedding dress, listening to her overthink every little detail while asking for your opinion more times than you could count, convinced that if anyone knew what Jungkook would like, it was you. Back then she hadn’t seemed bothered by that fact in the slightest, yet ever since that afternoon she hasn’t come to you for advice again. You wonder whether she started thinking about it afterward- whether realizing how well you know him made her uncomfortable in a way she hadn’t expected.

You sigh knowing there’s no point dwelling on a question you could never bring yourself to ask, so you force yourself to let the thought go before it has the chance to make you anxious.

The boat comes to a gradual stop a few minutes later, close enough to the beach that you can make out the white sand beneath the palm trees, though still far enough for the water below to remain deep.

Someone begins passing around snorkeling masks and suddenly everyone is climbing over the side, one after another, without much hesitation. You follow not long after, the cold water wrapping itself around your body the moment you dive in, sharp enough to steal your breath for an instant before the discomfort fades beneath the sight waiting for you below the surface.

The reef is unlike anything you’ve ever seen before. Sunlight filters through the water in pale golden streaks, illuminating clusters of coral in shades of orange and soft yellow while countless fish weave effortlessly between them, some no larger than the palm of your hand, others bright enough to look fake. You watch as tiny silver fish move together, changing direction all at once before disappearing behind the rocks, unbothered by the people swimming only a few feet above them.

You swim back to the surface to take a deep breath before disappearing underwater again, wanting to get closer to everything around you. The silence feels peaceful, leaving nothing but the slow movement of the current around you as you follow a small group of fish, so distracted by everything unfolding in front of you that you completely lose track of where you’re going.

It isn’t until something solid collides with your back that you realize you’ve been drifting backwards the entire time.

Turning around proves to be far more difficult than you expect, your movements slowed by the water surrounding you, but after a slightly awkward attempt you finally manage to face whoever you’ve just bumped into.

You’re not surprised when you find Jungkook in front of you.

For what seems like an eternity, the two of you simply stare at one another, suspended beneath the surface as if neither of you knows what to do, before his hands find your waist, steadying you long enough to guide you back toward the surface with ease.

You emerge a second later, immediately pushing your mask up onto your forehead while brushing the wet strands of hair away from your face, only to realize that Jungkook has surfaced beside you at almost the exact same moment.

Everyone else is still underwater, leaving the two of you alone above the surface with nothing but the distant sound of the boat rocking gently behind you and the waves breaking softly somewhere closer to the shore.

Your gaze lingers on the silver of his lip ring as it catches the sunlight with every subtle movement he makes. You don’t look away until he finally speaks.

“Careful, sweetheart.”

Your cheeks warm almost instantly. At this point, you’re starting to believe that water is genuinely cursed whenever Jungkook is involved. This also happens to be the first interaction you’ve had since climbing onto him like a koala.

“I know how to swim” you mumble, trying your best to sound unaffected. “but thanks.”

You don’t give him the opportunity to answer. Almost as soon as the words leave your mouth, you turn away and begin swimming back toward the boat, convincing yourself that you’ve explored enough for now. In reality, the reef has become the last thing capable of holding your attention now that Jungkook has managed to find you yet again.

Namjoon’s voice reaches you from behind, calling you back and asking you not to leave the water, but you pretend you don’t hear him. You know he only wants you to have fun, but right now you don’t have the energy for that. So you keep moving, letting his voice fade behind you.

Climbing back onto the boat is harder than you expect. Your hands tighten around the small ladder as you pull yourself up, the wet surface making every movement less steady, and for a second your foot slips beneath you. The sudden loss of balance makes your heart jump, but you manage to recover quickly enough to avoid falling or drawing anyone’s attention. You finally step inside the boat, quietly making your way to one of the seats that sticks out near the side, close to where your friends are still in the water, laughing and enjoying themselves.

You sit down, watching them from a distance while trying to ignore your watering eyes. The sound of their voices and the movement of the waves should be enough to distract you, but your mind keeps returning to the same thing you have been trying not to think about.

Jungkook wants to see you. He wants to talk to you. And you are not ready for that.

The idea of having to face him- of sitting down and hearing whatever he has to say- already makes you feel uneasy, because you have a pretty good idea of what the conversation would be about. There is only one thing that has been left hanging between the two of you, something that neither of you has directly addressed: your feelings for him. After what happened, you know there is no way he doesn’t believe that the person you like is him. From his perspective, the conclusion must seem obvious, and even if you wish things were different you can’t really blame him for thinking that. With the way everything happened and the way you were so ready to kiss him, it would be difficult for him to believe anything else.

The instructor eventually calls everyone back onto the boat, interrupting the fun everyone was having in the water. After stopping at a few more beaches along the way, you all decide it is finally time to head back.

“I’ve never seen anything like this before, it’s beautiful.” Hoseok comments as he takes one of the available seats, still looking around at the view surrounding him.

And of course, because luck has never really been on your side, you somehow end up sitting right beside Jungkook.

You try not to show how uncomfortable you feel, hoping that maybe if you act normal enough, your own nerves will eventually calm down. Jungkook seems completely unaware of the anxiety building inside your head as he adjusts his position, placing the arm closest to you against the small railing beside him and gripping it to keep himself steady once the boat starts moving.

You immediately try to create as much distance as possible, shifting away from him even though you already know there isn’t much space to work with. The seat is too narrow, the space around you too limited, and no matter how much you try to move, there is nowhere for you to escape.

Then the boat suddenly starts moving.

The unexpected speed catches you off guard, and before you have enough time to prepare yourself, the wind created by the movement rushes against you. The force of it pushes your body sideways, making you lose your balance and moving you without your permission.

Before you can stop yourself, you end up against Jungkook. His free arm immediately moves around your waist, catching you before you can fall, and even though the gesture is only meant to keep you safe, it is enough to make your heart race.

You hate how easily he affects you. How a simple touch, something that probably means nothing to him, can completely throw you off balance.

You feel almost weak from how overwhelmed you are, and while you are still trying to recover from the situation- from the fact that you are so close to him again- you make up your mind.

You won’t be seeing him tonight.

Because if being near him for only a few seconds is already enough to make you feel this way, you know you are not ready to talk to him.

.✦ ݁˖

There is a bar by the beach that stays open until late at night, and after dinner, following Jin’s suggestion, that is exactly where everyone decides to go.

Getting ready takes considerably less time than it usually would. You barely glance at yourself in the mirror before slipping into the green dress hanging at the front of your wardrobe, deciding it is good enough without bothering to look for something else. Under different circumstances you probably would have changed your mind at least twice before leaving the room, but tonight you cannot bring yourself to care. The hem keeps brushing against your legs as you walk, occasionally catching the sand beneath your feet whenever the path gets too close to the beach, while the open back leaves your skin exposed to the cooler air that settles over the island after sunset. Every now and then your hand reaches down to dust away the grains clinging stubbornly to the fabric, only for new ones to replace them a few steps later.

“Come on, guys, let’s go get something to drink.”

Dohyun doesn’t wait for anyone to answer before slipping an arm around Celeste’s shoulders, pressing a quick kiss against her temple before they disappear into the growing crowd together.

You find yourself watching them for a second longer than you probably should. It reminds you, rather unwillingly, of the bet you made with Jungkook. Well… at least one thing is certain: you definitely won’t be the one paying for the drinks.

The bar is busier than you expected, filled with tourists and locals alike, their conversations blending together beneath the music drifting from the speakers positioned around the wooden deck. Some people have claimed the tables overlooking the water, others remain standing closer to the counter with colourful cocktails in their hands. It’s the kind of atmosphere you usually enjoy, yet tonight it barely manages to excite you.

By the time you finally decide what to order, everyone else has already collected their drinks and wandered off in different directions.

You thank the bartender before turning around, only to stop almost immediately when you find Taehyung standing a few steps behind you, clearly convinced that approaching in complete silence would somehow be enough to catch you off guard. You notice him before he even gets close. Raising an eyebrow, you turn to face him just as he comes to an abrupt stop, his expression making it painfully obvious that his plan has fallen apart before it even began.

“Oh…” He hesitates, tilting his head as though he is genuinely considering whether there is still a way to fix the situation. “…boo?” A laugh escapes before you can stop it, drawing an exaggerated sigh from him as he finally gives up on the idea of pretending the attempt had been successful. “I almost had you” he insists anyway, taking the first sip of his drink only to miss the straw entirely, something you thankfully manage not to point out.

The smile lingers for a little longer than you expect before fading on its own, and you know Taehyung notices the change almost immediately.

Without really noticing, the two of you fall behind the others, the music becoming quieter with every step until it’s softly humming in the background. The distance is enough that you no longer need to raise your voices to hear each other, and for a while neither of you says much, content to stand side by side. Taehyung is the one who eventually breaks the silence.

“I know something’s bothering you, y/n.”

You already know where this conversation is heading. Taehyung has never hidden the fact that, whenever Jungkook is the reason behind your sour mood, he would rather you tell him than keep everything bottled up. More often than not, you have managed to avoid conversations like this with a quick excuse or a subject change before he could insist, mostly because you never wanted to make your feelings someone else’s problem.

You stay quiet, your fingers tightening slightly around the glass resting in your hand while your eyes wander over the people gathered around the bar, searching for a reason to leave the conversation exactly where it is.When you don’t find one, your gaze returns to Taehyung.

For as long as you’ve known him, he has never given you a reason to question his honesty, and somewhere between all the conversations you’ve shared over the past few months, trusting him became easy.

You reach for his hand before you can talk yourself out of it. “Come with me.”

His eyebrows lift ever so slightly though he doesn’t ask what you mean, he simply follows.

Neither of you notices Jungkook watching from across the bar, his attention drifting away from the people around him the moment he sees you weave through the crowd with Taehyung’s hand still loosely wrapped in yours.

You lead Taehyung away from the crowd, following the shoreline until the music gives way to the sound of the waves, quieter now that you’ve put enough distance between yourselves and the bar. A handful of tables have also been scattered along the beach for anyone wanting a break from the noise, most of them already occupied despite the late hour, though one tucked slightly farther from the others has somehow been left empty. You head toward it without saying a word, setting your drink down before taking the chair facing the ocean, your eyes lingering on the water while you search for a way to begin.

The silence stretches between you, though it never feels uncomfortable. You had convinced yourself that dragging Taehyung away from everyone else would make this easier, that once the two of you were alone the words would come naturally, yet now that the opportunity is sitting right in front of you, they seem determined to remain exactly where they are.

“Tae…” You let out a quiet breath, still watching the waves instead of him. “I messed up. Big time.”

The hint of amusement that had followed him ever since he failed to scare you disappears almost immediately. “What happened?”

Your fingers tighten slightly around the cold glass in front of you, the condensation dampening your fingertips as you slowly turn it against the wooden table.

“Do you remember when Jungkook and I went to the pool?” He nods once, waiting for you to continue without interrupting.

“We were having fun…” A humourless smile flickers across your face before disappearing just as quickly. “I was trying to push him underwater, and I still don’t know how we ended up like that because one second we were just messing around and…” You stop, the memory surfacing so clearly that for an instant it almost feels as though you’re standing in that pool all over again. “…the next thing I knew, I had my legs around his waist.”

Saying it out loud sounds so much worse than replaying it in your own head. You lower your eyes to the table, your thumb tracing the rim of the glass as you struggle to put the rest into words.

“He was so close that I couldn’t think about anything else.” Even now, remembering the way he had been looking at you is enough to make your chest feel heavy. “Neither of us moved. We just… stayed there.” Taehyung remains silent.

He doesn’t rush you, doesn’t fill the pause with questions.

“I was looking at him and-” Your voice falters, forcing you to swallow before trying again. “Tae… I was about to kiss him.” You don’t dare look up.

“I was so caught up in that moment that if that woman hadn’t interrupted us…” The sentence trails off on its own, the ending so painfully obvious that saying it aloud almost feels unnecessary. You force yourself to do it anyway, your voice barely rising above the sound of the waves.

“…I would’ve kissed him.”

You hear him sigh quietly, and it’s clear that the situation is weighing on him too. Taehyung stays silent for a moment, looking deep in thought before he finally speaks again.

“Y/n… you know I love you, and I’ll always be here for you. But you need to learn how to control yourself.” He pauses, letting the words settle between you.

“He’s getting married in a month.” He sighs again, leaning closer to you as his arms are now resting on the table. “I’m telling you this because I care about you, not because I’m trying to do what’s best for Jungkook.”

You know he’s right. You know that, somehow, you’re supposed to move on, and maybe this is the moment when you finally have to try.

But Jungkook has always been someone you could rely on- your soulmate. The thought of disappearing without an explanation or leaving him confused about why you’ve suddenly become so cold toward him feels worse than the pain you’ve been carrying yourself. You would rather keep suffering for the rest of your life than be the reason he’s hurting.

“He wants to talk.” you add quietly, almost afraid of saying the words out loud. Your heart starts racing at the mere thought of it. “Tonight.”

You watch as Taehyung gets up from his chair, his drink completely empty by now. He reaches out, offering you his hand, his expression softer than before. “And you will.”

He steps closer, keeping his hand extended, waiting for you to take it.

“Stop assuming you’re going to lose Jungkook no matter what. You don’t know that. Just be honest with him.”

His words linger in your mind as you slowly reach for his hand. The moment your fingers touch his, he pulls you up from the chair and swiftly wraps his arms around you, holding you in a hug that feels almost overwhelming.

“You can do it. Everything will be alright.” he whispers against your ear, his voice gentle as he pats your head. “It’s time to let go.” You fight against the sudden urge to cry as you hug him back, taking a deep breath and letting the familiar scent of his perfume fill your senses.

You hate how easily your mind compares it to Jungkook’s.

.✦ ݁˖

You’re a coward.

You keep pacing around your hotel room, your hands constantly finding their way into your hair as you try to convince yourself that staying here, away from Jungkook, is the right thing to do.

The night ended almost an hour ago, but your mind is still stuck on the moment when the guys started asking where you and Taehyung had disappeared to, their teasing expressions making it obvious that they had already noticed something was off. It was a harmless question, but then Taehyung, with absolutely no hesitation, decided to answer with “trouble in paradise.”

The joke was funny, you couldn’t even deny that, but at that moment all you wanted was to somehow glue his mouth shut before he could make the situation any more complicated than it already was.

Eventually, you stop walking around and sit down on the edge of the bed, your elbows resting on your knees while you stare at the floor and try to slow down your breathing, although your heart is beating so fast you almost feel dizzy.

The idea of staying in your room for the rest of the night seems like the easiest option. The thought of not having to see Jungkook- not having to sit in front of him while waiting for him to ask questions you’re not ready to answer- brings you a sense of relief that you gladly welcome in.

You reach for your phone and unplug it from the charger before opening your conversation with him, your eyes immediately going to his last message. He hasn’t said anything else since then.

Maybe you should be relieved by that, maybe you should take the silence as an opportunity to avoid the conversation for one more night, but instead you find yourself wondering if he’s waiting for you to say something first, if he’s looking at his phone the same way you are, unsure of what to do next.

Your thumb hovers over his name, the possibility of sending him a message sitting there for a few seconds before you lock your phone again.

No, if Jungkook really wants to talk, he’ll find you.

You throw your phone onto the bed before grabbing a pillow and burying your face into it, letting out a frustrated sound as you try to convince yourself that this is the right decision.

You’re not going to see him tonight. That’s final.

You’re sticking to the plan you made the second he wrapped his arm around you on that boat, even if you can already imagine Taehyung’s reaction when he finds out you ran away again instead of doing as asked.

The next thirty minutes feel impossibly suffocating, every attempt at distracting yourself failing because your mind keeps returning to Jungkook. When you finally pick up your phone again and notice that it’s already three in the morning, you feel your stomach twist at the realization that the night has passed so quickly and yet somehow you’re still exactly where you started. Then, almost immediately after, your phone lights up.

You stare at the notification for a few seconds before sitting up, a quiet panic taking over as you get out of bed and start pacing again, walking from one side of the room to the other while seriously considering whether turning your phone off and throwing it out the window would make the problem disappear.

kook❤️‍🩹: where r u?

You don’t answer. Even though you know you should, even though the guilt is already starting to build because you have no idea how long he has been waiting or if he has been looking for you, your fingers remain completely still.

After another ten minutes of convincing yourself that he has probably already given up and gone back to his room, you decide to finally try sleeping. You get under the covers, pulling them closer around yourself because the hotel room feels colder during the night, and just when you start to relax enough to close your eyes, a knock echoes through the room. You freeze, your entire body going tense as you suddenly become aware of every single sound you could possibly make.

“Y/n, please open the door.”

His voice reaches you from the other side, and for a few seconds you simply stay there, unable to process the fact that he is actually standing outside your room.

You don’t move, hoping that if you stay completely silent he’ll eventually believe you’re asleep and leave, even though deep down you already know Jungkook has always been too good at reading you to fall for something like that.

“I know you’re awake.”

You close your eyes, realizing that there is no way out anymore. You can’t keep avoiding him forever, especially not when he’s right there, waiting for you to open the door and finally have the conversation you’ve been trying so desperately to run away from. You slowly get out of bed and walk toward the door, pressing your forehead against it as you take a deep breath, trying to gather enough courage before speaking.

“What do you want, Jungkook?”

You hear him try the handle, but the locked door prevents him from opening it.

“Please, sweetheart. Let’s talk.”

And somehow, despite everything you’ve been telling yourself for the past hour, you still end up unlocking the door. Because when it comes to Jungkook, your heart has always been much weaker than your mind.

You open it slowly, and the first thing you notice is him standing there dressed completely in black, wearing only shorts and a shirt, looking calm and composed while you feel like your entire body is about to collapse.

You immediately feel your cheeks warm up and quickly look away, annoyed at yourself for checking him out in this kind of situation. You step aside to let him enter, and he walks into the room before sitting down on the bed.

You stay standing a few feet away, keeping the distance between you because being close to him feels devastating, but when he taps the empty space beside him, silently asking you to sit, you already know you won’t be able to refuse him.

Slowly, you walk over and take the seat beside him, leaving only a small distance between your bodies while trying to convince yourself that you’re feeling completely fine.

Then Jungkook finally speaks.

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you for the past two days.” Your heart skips a beat.

And before you can prepare yourself, before you can find another excuse or another reason to avoid telling the truth, he asks you the only question you wish he wouldn’t ask.

“Are you in love with me, Y/n?”

───────────

author’s note:

you guys… IT’S FINALLY HAPPENING!!!

i’m sorry for the cliffhanger… actually no i’m not because you all know this is my favorite way to end a chapter 😭

i also barely had time to proofread this one, so if you notice any mistakes… pretend you didn’t <3

thank you so much for reading, and please let me know what you think 💘

•18+ Adults Only

Watch Anya Live on Cam

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.

✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality✓ Free Actions

Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming

minyoongiss

BUSINESS PROPOSAL | jeon jungkook | one

you were supposed to sabotage your best friend's blind date. make him lose interest. scare him off a little, maybe accidentally insult his ego enough that hed go home and tell his parents there had been “no chemistry.” you were absolutely not supposed to make him want to marry her. or technically you in her form.

pairing: ceo!jeon jungkook x you/reader

warnings: none

word count: 14.9k

authors note: a little late hihi. if you want to be added to the taglist let me know in the comments. (pls!! make sure that the feature to tag you is on/activated in your settings.)

series masterlist

sitting in the auditorium wasn't exactly how you had imagined spending your friday morning. honestly, having to work on a friday morning already felt unfair enough. cruel, how you knowingly had to sit here when the weekend was so close, only for reality to remind you that there were still several hours standing between you and two full days of doing absolutely nothing productive.

missenu

movie goers - 16.4k, neighbors au, e2f2l (s, f, a)

starting off on the wrong foot with your new neighbor was not on the top of your bucket list, yet you’ve made an enemy of jeon jungkook in less than 24 hours. unlucky for you, he’s not backing down either.

drabble: 20/20 - 4.1k, established relationship (s, f)

toss up - 26.5k, marching band/college au (s, f, a)

friday night football games, all day marching band competitions on saturday, and sunday schoolwork catch up — the schedule you’ve religiously maintained throughout high school and now college. that is, until you found respite in jungkook’s company.

toss up: reset (sequel) - 20.4k, marching band/college au (s, f, a)

it’s your last year in college and marching band. you’re not ready for that final run through, but that won’t stop you from going full out. regardless, everything must come to an end, right? not you and jungkook though — some things are meant to last forever.

all that glitters isn’t gold - 6.7k, forbidden love au (a, s)

jeon jungkook may know his way around your body, but what good is that when he knows little of your heart? it’s you he wants. yet, jungkook isn’t yours and you can’t be his.

perle di sole - 15.6k, forbidden love, coworkers au (a, s)

packed and ready to go for your best friend’s destination wedding in italy? check. hot, broody senior manager jeon jeongguk as the groom’s best man? nothing could’ve prepared you for that. alternatively, what happens in italy, stays in italy … right?

in the frame - 74.8k, series, pornstar au, s2l (s, f, a)

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.

beyond the cubicle - 6.2k, mini series, coworkers au (s, f)

in which you and jungkook find love beyond the cubicle.

5:38 p.m.

5:38 a.m.

timestamp drabbles (>1k)

collection of drabbles that won’t go anywhere. the time on the titles correlates with when the drabble is happening.

9:56 p.m.

2:13 a.m.

friends — just for now - smau, besties to ??? (a, f)

part 1, part 2, special

allora (knj) - 1.6k, painting au (a)

things change. people change. everything changes. inevitably, everything goes. but for kim namjoon, you were the still life he kept coming back to — an everlasting constant.

koofarie1

fake it till you make it | oneshot

Pairing : Jungkook x (f.) Reader

Genre and Tags : friends to lovers, fake dating, fluff, romantic, kissing, light spice

Summary : When Jungkook begs you to play the role of his doting girlfriend for an athletic department dinner to show his ex he has completely moved on, you agree to help your best friend out. You expect a night of bad acting and awkward smiles. What you don't expect is for the line between reality and the script to blur completely under the terrace lights.

Word Count : 2.7k

Warnings : mild mature language, heavy making out, intense yearning, mentions of an annoying ex,

The rain in Seoul doesn’t just fall; it claims the city. It slicked the asphalt outside the small, second-floor cafe, turning the neon signs of Hongdae into bleeding streaks of red and gold against the glass. Inside, the air smelled of roasted coffee beans, damp wool, and the faint, sweet scent of vanilla from the pastry display.

You were nursing a lukewarm americano, your fingers tracing the condensation on the mug, when the chair opposite you flew back with a sharp scrape.

Jungkook dropped into the seat like a storm front rolling in. He was wearing his usual uniform—an oversized black hoodie that swallowed his broad shoulders, silver hoops catching the dim light in his ears, and his dark hair falling messy and damp across his forehead. But his eyes, usually wide and bright with some kind of boyish mischief, were narrowed, fixed on his phone screen.

"I need you to do something insane," he said. He didn’t look up, his thumb flying across the screen as he typed a furious response to someone. "And you can't say no. As my best friend, you are legally obligated."

You laughed, leaning back in your chair. "That's not how the law works, Jungkook. What did you do now? Did you accidentally sign up for another marathon? Did you lose your gym locker key again?"

He finally dropped the phone onto the wooden table with a heavy thud. The screen lit up, displaying a message preview from a name you recognized instantly: Mina. His ex-girlfriend. The one who had broken his heart six months ago, only to realize later that she missed the gravity of his attention.

"She’s coming to the alumni dinner tonight," Jungkook said, his voice dropping an octave, thick with frustration. "The one for the athletic department. And she’s bringing that guy from the tennis club. The senior who always used to 'help her with her backhand.'" He mocked the words with a bitter twist of his lips. "She just texted me to ask if I was going alone so we could 'catch up and be mature.' She thinks I’m still sitting at home listening to sad indie music, waiting for her to call."

"Are you?" you asked gently, knowing him better than anyone.

Jungkook scowled, a faint flush creeping up his neck. "No. But I don’t want her to think she has that kind of power over me. I want her to see that I’ve moved on. Completely. Effortlessly." He leaned across the table, his large, calloused hand suddenly reaching out to cover yours. His palm was warm, rough from the grips of his racket and gym weights, and the sudden contact made your breath hitch in your throat. "Fake date me. Just for tonight."

You stared at his hand over yours, your heart giving a strange, uncomfortable thud. You and Jungkook had been friends for three years, a comfortable, solid fixture in each other's lives. You knew his habits, his favorite late-night snacks, the way he crinkled his nose when he laughed too hard. But you had also spent the last year carefully burying a very specific, very dangerous crush on him.

"Fake date you?" you repeated, your voice a little breathless. "Jungkook, that’s a cliché. It never works in real life."

"It works if we’re good actors," he pressed, his grip tightening just a fraction, his thumb brushing against the side of your wrist. It was an casual gesture for him, but it sent a jolt of heat straight up your arm. "Come on. Everyone at the department knows we hang out all the time anyway. If we walk in there together, holding hands, looking... like we finally realized what was right in front of us, Mina won’t say a word. Please? I’ll buy you that vintage camera lens you’ve been eyeing for three months. The one from the shop in Myeongdong."

You bit your lip. He knew your weaknesses. But more than the lens, it was the look in his eyes—that rare, vulnerable plea behind his stubborn pride—that broke your defenses.

"Fine," you sighed, trying to sound exasperated rather than terrified of how close he was leaning. "But if this backfires, I’m telling everyone you forced me into it."

A brilliant, bunny-toothed smile broke across Jungkook’s face, instantly erasing the tension in his shoulders. "You're the best. Seriously. Go get changed. I’ll pick you up in an hour. And wear something... you know. Like we’re actually crazy about each other."

An hour later, you stood in front of your full-length mirror, smoothing down the fabric of your outfit. It wasn't overly formal, but it was a step up from your usual oversized sweaters—a dark, form-fitting dress that hit just above your knees, paired with a structured jacket. You had spent far too long fixing your hair, cursing yourself for caring so much about a fake date.

When the knock came at your door, your stomach did a violent flip.

You opened it to find Jungkook standing in the hallway, and for a second, neither of you spoke. He had ditched the hoodie. Now, he was wearing a crisp, black button-down shirt with the top two buttons undone, revealing the sharp lines of his collarbones and the edge of the tattoos creeping up his neck. His dark hair was styled back, exposing his forehead, and he smelled faintly of woodsmoke and expensive cologne.

His eyes swept down your outfit, his gaze lingering on the curve of your waist before snapping back up to your face. A dark, intense look flashed through his eyes, so quickly you almost missed it.

"Wow," he murmured, his voice suddenly much deeper than it had been in the cafe. "You look... really beautiful."

"Thanks," you said, your cheeks heating up. "You don't look too bad yourself. Clean up nice for a jock."

Jungkook let out a soft laugh, the familiar, easygoing version of him returning. But as you stepped out into the hallway and locked your door, the air between you felt different. Charged. The casual boundaries of a three-year friendship were about to be crossed, even if it was just an act.

He offered his arm, bending his elbow with a mock-gallant bow. "Shall we, girlfriend?"

You rolled your eyes, but as you slid your hand through the crook of his elbow, feeling the hard muscle beneath the fabric of his shirt, a heavy weight settled in your chest. Don't get used to this, you told yourself. It's just for Mina.

The venue was a trendy, dimly lit lounge near the university, packed with student-athletes, alumni, and professors. The hum of conversation and the clinking of glasses filled the space. As soon as you stepped through the door, Jungkook’s posture changed. He straightened up, his shoulders squaring, and before you could react, his hand slid down from your arm to wrap firmly around your waist.

His large palm rested against the small of your back, the heat of it burning through your dress. He pulled you flush against his side, his hip bumping yours.

"Jungkook," you hissed under your breath, your heart hammering against your ribs. "Too close."

"Not close enough," he whispered back, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as he leaned down. "Look at the bar. Ten o'clock."

You glanced over. Standing by the bar, holding a glass of white wine, was Mina. She was gorgeous, effortlessly elegant, talking to a tall, athletic guy who was laughing at something she said. But as the door opened, her eyes scanned the crowd and locked directly onto Jungkook.

And then, her gaze dropped to his hand, which was firmly, possessively wrapped around your waist.

Jungkook didn't look at her. Instead, he turned his head to look down at you, his eyes incredibly soft, a small, tender smile playing on his lips. To anyone else in the room, he looked like a man completely, utterly besotted.

"Just look at me," he murmured, his thumb tracing slow, mesmerizing circles against your lower back. "Ignore her. Let's go get a drink."

For the next hour, you were subjected to a masterclass in acting. Or at least, you hoped it was acting.

Everywhere you went, Jungkook stayed glued to your side. When someone brought over a tray of champagne, he took a glass for you, his fingers lingering against yours as he handed it over. When the crowd grew tight and someone bumped into you from behind, Jungkook instantly stepped into your space, his chest pressed against your shoulder, shadowing you from the rest of the room.

"You okay?" he asked, his voice low, his eyes scanning your face with a fierce, protective intensity that made it hard to breathe.

"Yeah. Just crowded," you whispered, your fingers tightening around his sleeve.

"Let's get some air," he said.

But before you could move, a voice cut through the noise. "Jungkook? Hey."

Mina stood there, her eyes darting between you and Jungkook, a tight, strained smile on her face. Her companion was nowhere to be seen. "I didn't think you'd come tonight."

Jungkook’s grip on your waist tightened, pulling you back into his side. His expression was polite, but cool. "Hey, Mina. Yeah, I wasn't going to, but..." He looked down at you, his eyes softening into something so warm it felt like a physical touch. "...someone convinced me to get out of the house."

Mina’s smile faltered. She looked at you, her eyes assessing, a flicker of something like regret crossing her features. "I don't think we've met formally. I'm Mina."

"I know who you are," you said, keeping your voice polite but firm. You felt Jungkook’s thumb twitch against your hip, a silent sign of approval.

"We were just about to head to the terrace," Jungkook said, his tone final. He didn't wait for her to respond. He nodded politely, turned you around, and guided you through the double doors leading out to the balcony.

The night air was cool, a sharp contrast to the suffocating heat of the lounge. The balcony overlooked the city lights, the distant hum of traffic a soothing background noise. You walked over to the railing, letting out a long, shaky breath.

"You were amazing," Jungkook said, stepping up right behind you. He didn't leave any space between you; his chest was nearly brushing your back, blocking the wind. "Did you see her face? She didn't know what to do."

"Yeah," you said, staring out at the neon lights, your throat suddenly tight. The act was over, or at least suspended, but your heart wasn't slowing down. "We did it. She believes it."

"Are you okay?" Jungkook asked. He stepped closer, his hands coming up to rest on the railing on either side of you, effectively trapping you between his body and the metal bar. When you turned around to face him, you were inches from his chest.

The dim golden light of the terrace caught the sharp angles of his jaw, the deep, unreadable dark of his eyes.

"Jungkook," you whispered, your hands coming up to rest against his chest to keep some distance between you. You could feel the heavy, rapid beat of his heart beneath your palms. "You can stop acting now. There's no one out here."

Jungkook didn't move. He looked down at your hands on his chest, then slowly raised his eyes to meet yours. There was no teasing glint in them, no playful bunny smile. Just a heavy, burning intensity that made the air feel thick.

"What if I'm not acting?" he asked, his voice a low, rough murmur.

Your heart stopped. "What?"

"I haven't been acting all night," he said, stepping in closer, forcing you to lean back against the railing. His hand left the metal bar and came up to cup your jaw, his thumb wiping gently across your cheekbone. His touch was incredibly soft, contrasting with the sheer size and strength of him. "I haven't thought about Mina once since we walked through those doors. All I've been thinking about is how good you feel against me. How much I hate the fact that I had to make up an excuse just to hold your hand."

You stared at him, your breath hitching. "Jungkook, don't joke about this. We're friends—"

"I'm not joking," he cut you off, his voice cracking slightly with a raw vulnerability that broke your heart. "I've been terrified of saying anything because I didn't want to lose you. But watching everyone look at you tonight, realizing that anyone could have you... it drove me crazy. I don't want to be just your friend. I want this. I want you.

The silence between you was loud, filled only by the distant sound of the city and the heavy rhythm of your shared breathing.

"Say something," Jungkook whispered, his eyes searching yours, a sudden flash of panic crossing his features as you remained quiet. "Please. If I just ruined everything, just tell me, but don't—"

You didn't let him finish. You reached up, grabbing the lapels of his black shirt, and pulled him down to you.

When your lips met his, it felt like an explosion of everything you had been holding back for a year. Jungkook let out a low, ragged sound against your mouth, his entire body shuddering. The hesitation vanished instantly. His arms wrapped around you, his large hands gripping your waist and lifting you slightly, pressing you so hard against his chest you could feel every muscle in his body.

The kiss was heated, desperate, filled with the pent-up tension of years of friendship turning into something entirely consuming. His lips were soft but firm, parting yours with an urgent hunger that made your knees go weak. You tangling your fingers into his styled hair, ruining the neat lock of it as you pulled him closer, losing yourself in the taste of him—mint and the faint sweetness of the champagne.

Jungkook groaned, his lips leaving yours for a split second to press hot, frantic kisses along your jawline, down to the sensitive skin of your neck. His breath was scorching against your skin, sending shivers straight down your spine.

"God, you have no idea," he muttered against your skin, his hands sliding down to your hips, his fingers digging into the fabric of your dress, pulling you flush against his lower body. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this."

"Jungkook," you gasped, your head tilting back as his lips found a particularly sensitive spot just below your ear. A soft, embarrassing whine escaped your throat, and you felt him smirk against your skin, his grip tightening.

He brought his lips back to yours, slowing the kiss down just a fraction, turning it into something deeply romantic, thick with affection. It was a long, slow melt, his tongue sweeping against yours in a rhythm that made your head spin. He kissed you like he was memorizing the shape of your mouth, like he finally had his hands on something he never intended to let go of.

When he finally pulled back, both of you were breathless, your lips flushed and swollen. Jungkook rested his forehead against yours, his eyes closed, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. A beautiful, genuine smile broke across his face—the boyish, happy one you loved so much.

"So," he whispered, his thumb gently tracing your lower lip, which was shiny from his kisses. "Does this mean the fake date is over?"

You laughed, a little breathlessly, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your face in the crook of his shoulder, inhaling the comforting, masculine scent of him.

"Yeah," you murmured against his neck, feeling the smooth skin of his tattoos under your fingertips. "The fake date is definitely over."

Jungkook chuckled, his arms tightening around you, lifting you off your feet for a brief, joyful second before setting you down. He took your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours, his palm warm and solid.

"Good," he said, turning you back toward the double doors, his eyes shining with a mischievous, proud light. "Let's go back inside for five minutes so I can show you off one last time, and then I'm taking my girlfriend home."

celinesilk

Educate me // masterlist // jjk x f!reader

synopsis - jeon jungkook is a man of practiced formality. he lives in luxury, thrives off riches, exists in expense. he's never had a taste of anything below what he was born into. so, when he enrolls his daughter into a simple school to start her education, he's dumbfounded when his heart feels a certain way for someone of a class his family wouldn't accept. except, this time, jungkook is feeling selfish for his own wants and needs.

pairing - dilf!jungkook x teacher!f!reader

warnings/tags - dilf jungkook, age gap, reader is his daughters teacher, jungkook's parents are horrible (no disrespect to his real parents, i'm sure they're lovely!), slow burn, eventual smut, fluff, tension, enemies to lovers in a way, angst, forbidden love (due to status as well as financial class.), yearning jungkook, yearning reader, oc!josephine!jungkook's daughter, jungkook is 26, reader is 21, when a chapter has a certain tag or warning i'll add it in.

author's note - yes, this idea came from jungkook kneeling in front of the pregnant army. yes, i am obsessed with that clip.

prologue

lesson 1 : vodka lady

lesson 2 : pending...

lesson 3 : pending...

lesson 4 : pending...

lesson 5 : pending...

and so on...

comment if you want to be tagged!

©celinesilk 2026

•18+ Adults Only

Watch Anya Live on Cam

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.

✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality✓ Free Actions

Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming

dreamersparacosm

cowboy casanova ⟡ jjk

SUMMARY. After a brutal breakup, you pack up your entire life into your Honda Civic and drive 24 hours to a new life, away from the liars and dirty cheaters of New York City. Fortunately for you, there’s a new man on the terrain, and he adores you from the bottom of his boots to the top of his hat.

word count. 13k

warnings/genre. cowboy!jungkook, corporate!reader, strangers to lovers??, this is based in texas, usa which earns its own warning, alcohol consumption, smut, fingering, car sex, you ride him while wearing his cowboy hat

note. howdy yall! yeehaw brethren! or whatever they say out there in bumblefuck texas 🙊 cowboy jungkook is near and dear to my heart after he put on a bandana and a cowboy hat … he’s literally just a walking wet dream. this is just the plot of a porno so enjoy sluts! (inspired by this tiktok so pls go watch)

ok final final thing: tysm for 9k i still cant believe it!!!!!!! i love all you horndogs sm here's to love here's to honor if you can't cum in her, cum on her

▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။|||| playlist

banner creds | masterlist

At some point in life, everyone must find themselves alone in a run-down bar in the middle of Texas, drinking whiskey and wearing a blazer.

Or, well... maybe that's just rock bottom for you specifically.

You don’t even fucking like whiskey. You’re not a masochist. But after the day you’ve had, self-inflicted suffering feels like the least you deserve.

bloodred-jk

Midnight Ride | JJK

Summary: In the dead of night on the tour bus, with the members fast asleep just meters away, Jungkook pulls you onto his lap and lets you ride him slowly.

Genre: Pure Smut

Pairing: Jungkook × Reader

Warnings: Explicit sexual content (18+) • Semi-Public Sex • Fingering • Unprotected Sex • Creampie • Dirty Talk • Risky Sex

Listen To:

ᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧ☾ ˖°˖☆ ˖°˖☽ᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧ ᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧ☾ ˖°˖☆ ˖°˖☽ᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧ

The concert had drained every last drop of energy from your bones.

You trailed behind the seven members as they navigated the underground parking garage, the concrete walls still vibrating with the echoes of the stadium crowd.

Your feet ached in your boots, your throat was raw from screaming along to songs you'd memorized by heart, and your shirt clung to your skin with a mixture of sweat and confetti dust.

The plan had been simple: slip away to the staff bus, collapse into one of the empty seats near the back, and sleep until you reached the hotel.

But tonight, the staff bus was chaos.

Roadies shouted over each other, hauling equipment cases and dismantled stage pieces through the narrow aisle.

You hovered at the door, watching a technician wedge a lighting rig between two seats that used to be empty.

"Sorry," one of the managers called out, spotting you. "We're packed tonight. Equipment malfunction in Seoul—had to bring the backup rig. No spare seats."

Your heart sank. The hotel was four hours away.

"Problem?" Namjoon's voice came from behind you, low and slightly hoarse from the concert.

You turned, finding him with his hood pulled up, mask dangling from one ear, sweat-damp hair sticking to his forehead. He looked as exhausted as you felt.

"Staff bus is full," you explained, trying to keep the disappointment from your voice. "I'll figure something out. Maybe one of the crew vans—"

"Don't be ridiculous." He cut you off, but gently. A small smile tugged at his lips. "Come with us. We have plenty of room."

Your instinct was to refuse. To thank him, to insist you'd be fine, to not be a burden. You opened your mouth to do exactly that.

But your legs trembled. Your vision swam slightly at the edges. You hadn't eaten since lunch, thirteen hours ago, and the adrenaline crash was hitting hard.

"Namjoon, I can't—"

"You look like you're about to pass out," he said, matter-of-fact. "And if you pass out in a crew van, Jin will never forgive himself for not insisting you ride with us." He placed a hand on your shoulder, steering you toward the sleek black tour bus waiting at the end of the row. "One night. We'll be asleep before we hit the highway anyway. You won't even know we're there."

You wanted to argue. You should have argued.

But the need for a horizontal surface—for sleep, for rest, for just four hours of unconsciousness—overrode your pride.

"Okay," you whispered. "Thank you."

The tour bus smelled like leather and pine air freshener and the lingering scent of seven different colognes. The main lounge area was dim, lit only by the blue glow of the console lights.

Namjoon set his duffel bag down in the aisle and gestured toward the back of the bus.

"There's still one bunk free. You can take that one." A tired smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "It's the one above Jungkook's."

Your stomach dropped.

Great.

As if tonight wasn't already overwhelming enough.

Ever since the tour had started, Jungkook had occupied your thoughts in a way you couldn't control. At first, you'd brushed it off as simple admiration. Weeks on the road together, endless rehearsals, airports, hotels—it was normal to grow attached to the people around you.

At least, that's what you'd told yourself.

But somewhere along the way, admiration had quietly turned into something far more dangerous.

Every single concert, you promised yourself you'd stay focused on your job. You were there to work, not to stare at him.

Yet the moment the lights dimmed and the music began, your eyes found him without fail.

Jungkook on stage was magnetic. The confidence in every movement. The way his smile lit up the entire stadium.

The effortless power in his voice, followed moments later by the soft grin he wore whenever the members made each other laugh.

You hated how easily he occupied your mind. How one smile from him could carry you through an exhausting sixteen-hour workday. How hearing him laugh somewhere down the hallway made you smile before you even realized it.

Completely unprofessional.

And absolutely impossible to stop.

You swallowed hard before making your way toward the bunks.

The narrow hallway was quiet, most of the lights already dimmed for the drive ahead. One by one, you passed the closed curtains until you found the empty bunk Namjoon had mentioned.

You climbed the small ladder, careful not to make too much noise.

Okay... maybe this won't be so bad.

You slipped off your shoes and crawled inside, the mattress surprisingly soft beneath your aching body. Every muscle protested as you stretched out, exhaustion finally catching up to you.

Pulling the blanket up to your chin, you closed your eyes.

But no matter how desperately you wanted to sleep. Your thoughts drifted back to him.

Think about something else.

Tomorrow's schedule. The equipment that still needed to be checked. The hotel. The endless highway stretching through the night.

You tried focusing on the steady hum of the engine, on the soft vibration beneath the mattress, on the faint rattle of dishes somewhere near the front lounge.

It didn't work.

With every passing minute, the thought settled deeper into your mind.

You let out a quiet sigh and turned onto your left side. You rolled onto your right.

Still uncomfortable.

You shifted onto your stomach, pressing your face into the pillow as if you could smother your racing thoughts.

A few seconds later, you rolled back onto your back and stared up at the dark ceiling of the bunk.

This was hopeless.

How were you supposed to fall asleep knowing Jungkook would be sleeping only a few inches beneath you?

You shifted again, trying to find a position that didn't make your heart feel like it was trying to escape your chest.

"Could you stop moving around so much?"

The voice came from directly beneath you.

"It's impossible to sleep like this."

You froze. Every muscle in your body locked into place.

He was there.

Your thoughts had been so loud, so all-consuming, that you hadn't even heard him climb into his bunk.

Heat rushed to your face. "Oh my God..." The words escaped as nothing more than a whisper. "I-I'm so sorry."

You squeezed your eyes shut in embarrassment, wishing the mattress would simply swallow you whole. "I didn't realize you'd already come to bed."

Silence lingered for a moment.

Neither of you spoke for a few seconds.

"I'm really sorry," you whispered again, hoping you hadn't actually kept him awake for too long.

A quiet chuckle drifted up from the bunk below.

"It's okay," Jungkook replied, his voice still rough with exhaustion. "I was awake anyway."

You let out the breath you'd been holding. "I didn't even hear you come in."

"I noticed." His answer carried a hint of amusement. "You looked... pretty deep in thought."

If only you knew.

"I guess I couldn't fall asleep," you admitted.

"Long day?"

You laughed quietly. "You could say that."

"It was a long one for all of us." His words were followed by another comfortable silence. The bus continued rolling through the night, its gentle swaying almost hypnotic.

"You should try to get some rest," he said after a moment.

"I'm trying."

"Hm."

A few more seconds passed. Then his voice came again, softer this time. "If you want..."

You waited.

"You can come down here. I'm watching a show."

"What?"

"I've got my tablet." You could almost hear the smile in his voice. "I wasn't planning on sleeping yet anyway."

Your heart immediately argued with itself.

No. Absolutely not. That was a terrible idea.

You were already struggling to keep your feelings hidden. Lying next to him in the middle of the night would only make things worse.

You'd probably spend the entire time trying not to look at him. Trying not to notice how close he was.

But it was just a show. Nothing more.

You swallowed. "...Okay."

Carefully, you pushed your blanket aside and climbed down the small ladder, making sure not to make a sound that might wake the others.

Jungkook had already pulled back the curtain to his bunk. The soft glow of a tablet illuminated the small space, casting warm light across his features.

"There you are," he murmured, shifting over to make room.

The bunk was small, forcing the two of you to lie closer than you normally would.

You hesitated for the briefest moment before carefully lying down beside him, keeping as much space between you as the narrow mattress allowed.

Before you could say anything, he reached for the edge of his blanket. "There," he whispered. "It's warmer this way."

Your breath caught for a split second. "Thanks..."

You kept your eyes fixed on the screen, determined not to let him notice how fast your heart was beating.

He simply pressed play.

For a little while, neither of you said another word. Only the quiet dialogue from the show and the steady hum of the bus filled the tiny space as the night carried all of you farther down the empty highway.

The series played quietly on the tablet between you, its soft glow illuminating the cramped bunk.

You had absolutely no idea what was happening.

Someone had been running through a rain-soaked alley a few minutes ago.

Now they were sitting in a café or maybe it was a different character altogether.

Your brain had chosen to focus on literally everything else.

Jungkook lay beside you, close enough that every small movement registered instantly. Whenever the bus rounded a corner, your shoulders brushed for the briefest moment before you instinctively shifted away again.

His thigh rested lightly against yours.

You tried to pay attention to the dialogue.

"So..." Jungkook said quietly, not taking his eyes off the screen. "What did you think of tonight's crowd?"

"Hm?"

He glanced at you with a small smile. "The concert."

"Oh. The crowd was amazing."

"They really were."

You nodded, pretending to watch the next scene.

Out of the corner of your eye, you caught him absently pressing the tip of his tongue against the inside of his lip, making the small piercing catch the light for just a second before he looked back at the screen.

You immediately forced your eyes forward again.

Seriously? Focus.

"So," he spoke up again after a minute, "have you seen this one before?"

You blinked. "...What?"

A quiet laugh escaped him. "I asked if you've seen this show before."

You couldn't help laughing under your breath. "I have absolutely no idea what's happening."

"I noticed." He shook his head, amused.

"I was starting to think you secretly hated my taste in shows."

"No."

"Then what's distracting you so much?"

The question caught you completely off guard. Your heart skipped. For a split second, you forgot how to breathe.

You. Because you're lying right next to me. Because you're so close I can feel the warmth of your arm.

Instead, you forced out the safest answer you could think of. You smiled sheepishly. "I'm just more tired than I thought."

He studied you for a second before giving a small nod. "Fair enough."

Then, without another question, he turned his attention back to the screen, letting the conversation fade into a comfortable silence.

The tension coiled low in your belly, a persistent ache that made you press your thighs together under the thin blanket, seeking friction that only seemed to make it worse.

You couldn't stop.

God, you were pathetic.

But the image wouldn't leave you—his tongue, that silver flash you'd caught against his lip, wondering how it would feel against your skin.

And his fingers, imagining them inside you, curling just right, making you—

You bit the inside of your cheek hard enough to sting.

Your whole body had gone rigid without you realizing it, muscles locked tight as you stared at the tablet screen.

Jungkook shifted beside you.

Just a subtle turn of his head, dark eyes sliding from the screen to your profile.

You felt the weight of his gaze like a physical touch, your breath catching and holding in your throat.

"You don't even pay attention."

You didn't move. Couldn't.

Your heart hammered against your ribs so hard you were certain he could see it.

"Are you good?"

The question hung between you, loaded with something you couldn't name.

You managed a nod, short and jerky, your throat too tight to form words.

What in the world did you do to deserve this?

Not with him so close you could smell his colonge, could feel the heat radiating from his skin.

He watched you for a moment longer, something flickering in his expression—curiosity.

"You're shaking," he observed quietly.

"Sorry," you whispered, the word barely audible.

"For what?"

You couldn't answer.

The tablet continued to play, forgotten. The bus rumbled on through the night.

If he had even the faintest idea of the thoughts currently consuming you—

You weren't sure you'd survive the embarrassment.

You stared at the side of his face, at the way the screen's glow cast shifting shadows across his sharp jawline, his attention seemingly fixed on the episode playing out in stuttering frames.

Your heart hammered so hard against your ribs you were certain it would bruise, a frantic drumbeat that seemed to fill the entire cramped bunk.

"Jungkook—"

"You know," he cut you off, voice still quiet, still casual, though his eyes never left the tablet screen. "I can help you."

The words didn't register at first.

"What?"

He turned his head slowly, dark eyes meeting yours with an intensity that made your mouth go dry. The corner of his mouth lifted—not quite a smile.

"You know," he repeated, and now his free hand found your waist under the blanket, fingers spreading wide and possessive against your hip. "I've thought about it the whole tour."

Your breath caught, trapped in your throat.

"About fucking you."

The crude word falling from his lips sent a violent shiver down your spine, your legs clenching together involuntarily as heat flooded your face.

"I've watched you," he continued, his voice dropping lower, rougher, as his hand slid from your hip to trace the waistband of your sleep shorts. "Watched you watch me. The way you look at my mouth. The way you stare when I touch my tongue to my lip ring."

Oh god, he knew.

"You're not subtle," he murmured, leaning closer until you could feel his breath warm against your cheek, smelling faintly of the mint gum he'd been chewing earlier. "And I've been going crazy. Every night. Thinking about you just like this."

His fingers dipped lower, brushing over the fabric covering you, and you gasped, arching into the touch without meaning to, your body betraying every coherent thought you'd ever had.

"So," he whispered against your ear, his lip ring cool against your heated skin. "Do you want me to help you? Or are you going to keep pretending you're watching the show?"

"The others are here." The words came out strangled, barely a whisper, your eyes darting toward the thin curtain separating your bunk from the rest.

Jungkook didn't even flinch.

He just smiled at you and leaned in until his forehead rested against yours, his dark eyes searching yours in the dim glow of the forgotten tablet.

"Then you have to be quiet," he murmured, his breath hot against your lips. "Can you do that, baby?"

The pet name sent a fresh wave of heat pooling between your legs, and you nodded immediately, desperately, already abandoning any pretense of restraint.

His mouth crashed against yours the second your head moved—hungry, demanding, his lip ring cool and foreign against your soft flesh before his tongue swept inside, claiming you.

You barely registered his hand moving until you felt it—warm palm cupping your breast over your thin sleep shirt, thumb dragging across your nipple until it hardened against the fabric.

You whimpered into his mouth.

"Shh," he warned against your lips, his other hand coming up to join the first, both hands now full of you, squeezing and kneading with just enough pressure to make your back arch off the mattress.

Then his fingers found your nipples through the cotton—pinching, rolling, tugging—and you bit down on your own lip to stifle the moan that threatened to tear from your throat.

He pulled back just enough to look at you, pupils blown wide with lust, before his hands moved to the hem of your top.

"Lift," he commanded softly.

You obeyed instantly, raising your arms as he pushed the fabric up, exposing your breasts to the cool air of the bunk before his mouth descended without preamble.

The heat of his tongue against your sensitive flesh made you jolt, your hand flying to your own mouth to muffle the cry that escaped. He laved attention on one nipple, then the other—sucking, licking, grazing his teeth just enough to make you see stars, all while his hands continued to work you with relentless precision.

"So needy," he whispered against your skin, his breath ghosting over your wet flesh and making you shiver.

His hand slid down your stomach, fingers slipping beneath the waistband of your shorts, and your hips bucked upward involuntarily, seeking, begging.

"Please," you breathed, the word barely audible.

"I've got you," he promised, dark eyes flashing up at you as his fingers found exactly where you needed him most. "Just keep quiet for me, baby. Can you do that?"

You nodded frantically, already losing yourself to the rhythm of his touch, the danger of the others just feet away making every sensation sharper, more intense, more desperately needed than anything you'd ever known.

His fingers worked you with devastating precision, curling inside you to find that spot that made your vision blur at the edges. You bit down on your own knuckles, tears pricking your eyes from the effort of staying silent, your hips rolling shamelessly against his hand.

"Fuck, you're dripping," he groaned against your neck, the sound vibrating through your chest. "So wet for me, aren't you? Such a good girl, taking my fingers like this."

You whimpered, the sound muffled and desperate, and he clamped his free hand over your mouth, his palm warm and firm.

"That's it," he breathed, his eyes locked on yours in the darkness, watching every flicker of pleasure cross your face. "I want to feel it against my hand."

He added a third finger, stretching you deliciously, and your back arched off the mattress, your cry vibrating against his palm. The wet sounds of his fingers pumping in and out of you filled the small space, filthy and obscene, mingling with your ragged breathing.

"Wanna see your face when you come," he growled, his thumb circling your clit in tight, merciless strokes. "Wanna watch you break apart right here, right now. Can you do that for me, baby? Can you come all over my fingers?"

You were nodding frantically, so close, teetering on the edge, when he suddenly withdrew his hand.

You made a sound of protest against his palm, needy and pathetic, but he was already moving, shoving his sweatpants down his hips, his cock springing free—thick and heavy and flushed dark, precum already beading at the tip.

"Get on me," he ordered, his voice rough with barely controlled restraint. "Wanna feel you."

You didn't hesitate.

You scrambled up, swinging your leg over his hips, your shorts somehow already shoved aside. You wrapped your hand around him, feeling him pulse against your palm.

"Fuck, yes," he hissed, his hips bucking upward into your touch. "That's it. Touch me. God, I've been so hard for you, thinking about this tight little pussy wrapped around me."

You positioned yourself above him, his tip kissing your entrance, and slowly, you lowered yourself down.

The stretch burned in the best way, filling you so completely you had to stop halfway, gasping, your hands braced against his chest.

"So fucking big," you whined, your voice barely above a breath.

"Yeah?" He grinned up at you, wicked and filthy, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise. "Take it all, baby. I know you can. Such a good fucking girl for me, aren't you? So desperate to be filled."

You sank lower, taking him to the hilt, and both of you groaned in unison, the sound dangerously loud in the quiet bus.

"Ride me," he commanded, his fingers digging into your flesh. "Come on. Show me how much you want it. Show me how bad you've been needing this cock."

You started moving, rolling your hips in slow, experimental circles, and the sensation made your head fall back, your mouth falling open in a silent cry.

"Fuck," he praised, his eyes drinking you in, watching where you were joined, where his cock disappeared inside you again and again. "Look at you. Taking me so deep. You're so fucking tight, baby. So wet. Made for me, aren't you? This pussy was made to take my cock."

You picked up the pace, bouncing on him now, the slap of skin against skin muffled by the blanket but still audible, still dangerous. His hand found its way back to your mouth, two fingers pressing past your lips, and you sucked on them instinctively, tasting yourself on his skin.

"That's my girl," he groaned, his hips thrusting up to meet your downward strokes, hitting that perfect spot inside you that made stars explode behind your eyes. "Suck them clean. Taste how fucking good you are. God, you feel incredible. So hot. So perfect."

His other hand slid between your bodies, finding your clit, rubbing tight, frantic circles that had you clamping down around him, your orgasm building fast and relentless at the base of your spine.

"Gonna come for me?" he taunted, his voice strained, his own control clearly fraying at the edges. "Gonna come all over my cock like a good girl? I wanna feel it."

You shattered.

Your orgasm crashed over you in waves, your body convulsing around him, your teeth sinking into his fingers to muffle the scream that tried to tear from your throat. He kept fucking up into you, chasing his own release now, his thumb never stopping its assault on your oversensitive clit, prolonging your pleasure until you were sobbing, trembling, utterly wrecked.

"Fuck," he chanted, his hips stuttering, losing rhythm. "Taking it so well. So fucking beautiful. Gonna fill you up, baby. Gonna make you mine."

He came with a strangled groan, his cock pulsing inside you. His fingers bruising your hips as he held you down, taking him as deep as possible, his release spilling into you in endless spurts.

You collapsed against his chest, both of you panting, sweating, the air thick with the smell of sex and sweat and something uniquely him.

"Quiet enough for you?" you mumbled, your voice wrecked.

He laughed, breathless and satisfied, his arms wrapping tight around you. "Perfect," he whispered against your hair. "My perfect girl."

The aftermath settled over you like a heavy blanket, your heart still hammering a frantic rhythm against your ribs as you lay sprawled across his chest, listening to the gradual slowing of his breathing beneath your ear.

His fingers traced lazy patterns up and down your spine, soothing now where they had been demanding minutes before.

"They're heard us."

"Probably," he repeated, softer this time, his hand stilling against your back. "Do you care?"

You lifted your head to look at him, at the way his dark eyes had gone soft around the edges, the sharp intensity replaced by something warmer, more vulnerable.

"No," you admitted. "I don't think I do."

He reached up, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear with a tenderness that felt more exposing than everything that had just happened.

"Good," he whispered. "Because I'm not done with you."

For now, in this cramped bunk with Jungkook's arms around you and his heartbeat steady beneath your palm, you let yourself believe that some distractions were worth the chaos they created.

And when he pulled the blanket higher over both of you, pressing a kiss to your forehead that lingered just a little too long to be casual, you closed your eyes and thought that maybe—just maybe—you wouldn't mind missing the end of every show from now on.

gukcnt

QUIETLY YOURS ★ JJK [ TEASER ]

your uni boyfriend jungkook has been missing you after weeks of being apart, both of you busy with classes and exams. through late night texts, he finally admits just how much he needs you. one thing leads to another and before you know it, you're sneaking into his dorm room... and he needs to be inside your pussy even if his roommate sleeps only a few feet away.

PAIRING ﹕ bf!jungkook x gf!f.reader

GENRE ﹕ established relationship au, smut, fluff, angst

WARNINGS ﹕ 18+, explicit smut, yearning and sexual fantasies, sexting, sharing nudes, mutual maturation while on a phone call, multiple orgasms, reader grinds on the edge of the table, cock fisting and stroking, spit kink, dirty talk and praise kink, she sneaks into his dorm at night, they struggle to stay quiet, risky/semi-public sex, makeout and hickies, oral sex (f. receiving), so much teasing, clit play, breast and nipple play, fingering, pussy eating, cum play, edging and overstimulation, oral sex (m. receiving), blowjob, he's so sensitive, multiple positions, scratching and biting, creampie, slow and rough sex, cum stuffing and cockwarming, they almost get caught, sweet loving aftercare, more tags to be added...

WC ﹕ 15k+ ( estimated )

NOTE ﹕ enjoy this little teaser of the oneshot i'm currently working on sweet loves! i'm hoping to post it soon <3

TAGLIST ﹕ OPEN .ᐟ

❪ MASTERLIST | READ ON WATTPAD ❫

“shh baby…”

jungkook's roommate was asleep just a few feet away on the other bed but your boyfriend clearly didn't care.

his body pressed tight on you under the thin blanket, his weight deliciously heavy.

“gotta stay quiet yeah?”

bloodred-jk

Wrong Passenger | JJK

Summary: The road trip was supposed to be with your best friend. Instead, you're stuck driving 500km with Jungkook—her infuriating older brother and the one person you love arguing with.

Genre: Enemies to Lovers • Road Trip Romance • Smut

Pairing: Jungkook × Reader

Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content • Strong Language • Sexual Tension • Rough Scenes • Mild Angst • Fingering

Listen To:

ᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧ☾ ˖°˖☆ ˖°˖☽ᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧ ᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧ☾ ˖°˖☆ ˖°˖☽ᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧ

The plan had been simple.

You and your best friend had been talking about this music festival for months. The only downside? It was nearly 500 kilometers away.

Instead of taking a train or booking a flight, the two of you had agreed on something much more exciting—a road trip.

Just the two of you.

A whole weekend filled with loud music, overpriced gas station snacks, singing at the top of your lungs.

At least, that had been the plan.

You carried the last cooler out of the house, carefully placing it into the trunk of your car next to your already packed duffel bag.

"Perfect," you mumbled, shutting the trunk with a satisfied grin.

Your phone suddenly buzzed in your pocket.

The caller ID made you smile.

Mina ❤️

"Hey, I'm just about to head over to your place."

Silence.

"...Y/N."

The smile on your face slowly faded. "You sound way too serious."

"I know... and I'm really, really sorry."

Your stomach dropped. "What happened?"

You heard her sigh on the other end. "My manager just called. One of my coworkers called in sick, and they need me to cover the entire weekend."

You frowned. "What? No. Tell them you already have plans."

"I tried."

"And?"

"They basically told me it wasn't optional."

You closed your eyes, rubbing your forehead."You've got to be kidding me."

"I wish I was."

For a moment, neither of you spoke.

"So..." you muttered. "I guess I'm going alone."

"Actually..." Mina hesitated. "I already found someone to take my place."

You froze. "...What?"

"I didn't want you driving all that way by yourself."

"Mina."

"So... I asked my brother."

Your grip on the phone tightened. "...Which brother?" She had 2 brothers.

"...Jungkook."

You stared at your driveway. "Mina."

"He already agreed!"

"Mina."

"He should be there any minute now."

Your eye twitched. "I would literally rather drive five hundred kilometers alone than spend a weekend trapped in a car with your brother."

A nervous laugh echoed through the speaker. "Yeah... he kind of said the same thing about you."

Before you could answer, the sound of a car pulling into your driveway made you slowly look up.

A black SUV rolled to a stop in front of your house. The driver's door opened.

Jungkook.

Hands stuffed into the pockets of his hoodie, looking just as unimpressed as you felt.

You stood there for a second, completely frozen, hoping this was some kind of joke. It wasn't. Jungkook shut the driver's door behind him, slinging a backpack over one shoulder before glancing at you with the same indifferent expression he always wore around you.

A frustrated sigh escaped your lips.

Of all the people Mina could have asked, it had to be him.

You and Jungkook had never gotten along. Ever since the day you met him, every conversation somehow turned into an argument. One sarcastic remark always led to another until one of you walked away annoyed. You couldn't remember a single interaction that hadn't ended with at least one eye roll, a scoff, or a muttered insult.

Which was exactly why none of this made any sense.

Why had he agreed?

He disliked you just as much as you disliked him.

You marched across the driveway until only a few steps separated you, crossing your arms tightly over your chest.

"I'm not getting in a car with you."

Jungkook barely reacted. His eyes briefly met yours before he looked past you at the packed trunk. "Hello to you too."

"I'm serious."

"So am I."

Your jaw clenched. "No way in hell am I spending an entire weekend trapped with you."

A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, and somehow that irritated you even more.

"Trust me," he said calmly, "it wasn't exactly my first choice either."

"Then why are you here?"

He shrugged as if it wasn't worth discussing. "Mina asked."

"That's it?"

"That's it."

You let out a humorless laugh, throwing your hands in the air. "Unbelievable."

He watched your little outburst without saying a word, almost amused by how quickly you were losing your patience.

"You could've just said no."

"And leave my sister worrying about you driving five hundred kilometers alone?" He raised an eyebrow.

"I would've been perfectly fine."

"I'm sure you would've."

The hint of disbelief in his voice made your blood boil.

"I don't need you to babysit me."

"And I don't remember offering."

Silence settled between you, thick enough to cut with a knife. You glared at him while he simply stared back, unfazed as always. Somehow that calm expression of his was more infuriating than if he had argued back.

Your phone buzzed again.

Mina. You answered immediately.

"Tell me you came to your senses and sent him home."

Instead, all you heard was your best friend's guilty sigh.

"Mina," you said through gritted teeth, pinching the bridge of your nose as you turned your back to Jungkook. "Tell me this isn't actually happening."

"I know, I know," she sighed for what felt like the hundredth time. "Please don't be mad."

"Oh, I'm way past mad."

"I just... I didn't want you driving all that way by yourself."

"I would've survived."

"I know you would've," she replied softly, "but I'd spend the entire weekend worrying. At least with Jungkook there, I know you'll be safe."

You glanced over your shoulder.

Jungkook hadn't interrupted once. He simply stood beside his car, hands tucked into the pockets of his hoodie, giving you the space to finish the call.

"Mina, you know I can't stand him."

"I know."

"And he can't stand me."

"I know."

"We argue about literally everything."

"I know."

"Then why would you do this to us?"

A quiet laugh escaped her before she immediately caught herself. "I'm sorry."

You let out a long, exhausted breath, closing your eyes for a moment. The silence stretched between the two of you until Mina spoke again, her voice noticeably smaller. "..Please?"

You'd known Mina long enough to recognize when she genuinely felt bad, and right now she sounded absolutely miserable.

Your shoulders slowly dropped. "You owe me."

"I know."

"If this weekend ends with one of us getting arrested, I'm blaming you."

She laughed, relief flooding her voice. "I'll take full responsibility."

You shook your head, unable to suppress the small smile threatening to appear. "You're unbelievable."

"I love you too."

"Yeah, yeah."

After ending the call, you stared at your phone for another second before slipping it back into your pocket.

This was, without question, the worst idea Mina had ever had.

With a defeated sigh, you grabbed the handle of your suitcase and dragged it toward Jungkook's SUV.

He watched you approach without saying anything, though one corner of his mouth lifted ever so slightly.

"I wouldn't smile if I were you," you muttered, stopping beside the trunk. You shot him a glare sharp enough to kill.

He simply reached for your suitcase. "I've got it."

"I can carry my own bag."

"I'm aware."

"Then don't touch it."

Ignoring your protest entirely, he lifted it into the trunk with effortless ease before closing it.

Jungkook leaned against the car for a second before looking at you. "Ready?"

You looked from him to the passenger seat, then back again.

A whole weekend. Five hundred kilometers. One car.

You had a feeling this was going to be the longest—and most exhausting—weekend of your life.

The first twenty minutes passed in complete silence. The only sounds filling the car were the steady hum of the engine and the occasional rush of passing traffic as other vehicles sped by. The highway stretched endlessly ahead, disappearing into the horizon beneath a cloudless sky.

You rested your elbow against the door, absentmindedly watching the scenery blur past the window. Fields, bridges, exit signs—it all looked the same after a while.

You stole a glance at Jungkook. One hand rested loosely on the steering wheel while the other tapped lightly against his thigh to a rhythm only he seemed to hear. His gaze never left the road, his expression calm and unreadable.

With a quiet sigh, you reached toward the dashboard and switched on the radio.

Music instantly filled the car.

A pop song. You wrinkled your nose. "No."

A country song. "Absolutely not."

Heavy metal. You grimaced. "Seriously?"

Station after station, your finger continued pressing the button, giving each song barely two seconds before dismissing it.

A soft scoff escaped Jungkook, though he kept his eyes fixed on the road. "You always this picky?"

You ignored him and skipped another station.

A love song. "Ew."

Just as your thumb reached for the button again, a warm hand suddenly wrapped around your wrist.

The unexpected contact made your breath catch.

Without looking away from the road, Jungkook gently but firmly pushed your hand away from the radio.

"Leave it." His voice was calm, almost lazy, but carried enough authority to make you pause.

You slowly turned your head, staring at him in disbelief before looking down at where his hand still rested against yours. "So now you get to decide what we listen to?"

"I get to decide that we actually listen to something before you skip it after two seconds."

"I knew you had terrible taste."

"And I knew you had no patience."

You folded your arms across your chest, leaning back into the passenger seat with an exaggerated huff. "This song is awful."

Jungkook merely allowed the smallest hint of a smile to tug at the corner of his mouth.

"You know," he said after a moment, "for someone who didn't want to come with me, you seem awfully comfortable acting like you own the passenger seat."

You let out a dry laugh. "And for someone who supposedly didn't want to come either... you're smiling way too much."

"I smile when I'm entertained."

"And what's entertaining?"

He finally glanced at you for the briefest second. "You."

That single word lingered in the air far longer than either of you expected.

Silence settled over the car once again, heavier than before. Neither of you made another attempt to speak, almost as if an unspoken agreement had been made. You turned your attention back to the window, pretending to be fascinated by the endless stretch of highway rushing past. Beside you, Jungkook remained focused on the road.

You were determined to ignore him.

And judging by his complete lack of interest in starting another argument, he seemed equally determined to ignore you.

At least, that's what it looked like.

Every now and then, almost against your own will, your eyes drifted toward him. Just a quick glance. Nothing more. The way the sunlight filtered through the windshield, catching the dark strands of his hair. The relaxed grip he had on the steering wheel. The quiet concentration written across his face.

The moment your gaze lingered a second too long, he glanced in your direction. Your eyes snapped back to the window.

There was something strangely unsettling about sharing such a confined space with someone for hours. You became hyperaware of every movement he made—the subtle shift of his shoulders, the quiet sigh that escaped him, the way he adjusted his hand on the steering wheel. It was impossible not to notice him.

You looked over once more, only to find his eyes already on you. Then he looked back at the road as though nothing had happened.

You frowned.

"If you're going to keep staring," you muttered, still looking out the window, "at least try to be subtle."

A brief chuckle escaped him. "I was about to say the exact same thing to you."

You turned your head, narrowing your eyes. "I wasn't staring."

"No?" One brow arched ever so slightly. "Then why do you keep looking at me?"

"I was checking if your eyes were still on the road."

"Mhm."

"They were."

"Good to know."

You scoffed, folding your arms tighter across your chest. "You're insufferable."

"And yet," he replied with the faintest hint of amusement in his voice, "you've looked at me at least six times in the last ten minutes."

Heat crept into your cheeks before you could stop it. "I have not."

"You have." His lips curled into a smug smile.

You tore your gaze away from him before he could notice the faint warmth creeping into your cheeks. It was ridiculous, really. You'd known Jungkook for years—through Mina, family dinners, birthdays, and countless occasions where your paths had inevitably crossed. If there was one thing you had never denied, even to yourself, it was that he was attractive. Painfully so. The kind of attractive people couldn't help but stare at. Dark eyes, effortless confidence, an annoyingly pretty smile.

Unfortunately, his personality had always managed to overshadow all of that.

Or at least, that's what you liked to tell yourself.

His arrogance, his sarcastic remarks, the way he always seemed to know exactly which buttons to push—it was enough to make you forget every objectively attractive thing about him within seconds. He had an infuriating talent for getting under your skin, and somehow that had become the only thing you associated him with.

Still...

Being trapped in a car with him for hours made it surprisingly difficult to ignore the details you usually overlooked. The way the sunlight caught the soft strands of his dark hair whenever the car passed beneath an opening in the trees. The veins running along his forearm as his hand rested casually on the steering wheel. Even the quiet concentration on his face as he drove was... annoyingly attractive.

You frowned at yourself.

Get it together.

Maybe that was exactly why the two of you had never gotten along. Every conversation somehow turned into a competition. It didn't matter how harmless it started—within minutes, one sarcastic comment would lead to another until the two of you were arguing over something completely ridiculous. Neither of you ever backed down. Neither of you ever admitted defeat.

"You know," you said, absentmindedly tracing your finger along the edge of the window, "for someone who claims to be bored, you're awfully invested in counting how many times I look at you."

Jungkook's grip shifted on the steering wheel. "You were making it easy."

You turned to him with an incredulous expression. "So now it's my fault?"

"I didn't say that."

"You did."

A quiet sigh escaped him, one that sounded suspiciously close to amusement.

"See?" he said. "This."

"What?"

"This is exactly why talking to you is exhausting."

You stared at him. "Talking to me is exhausting?"

He finally glanced at you, one eyebrow raised. "Did I stutter?"

A disbelieving laugh escaped your lips. "That's rich coming from someone whose personality consists of being annoyingly arrogant."

"I'm not arrogant."

"You absolutely are."

He huffed a quiet laugh, shaking his head. "You're stubborn."

You folded your arms across your chest. "I'm not."

Jungkook looked at you for a brief moment before the corners of his mouth twitched upward.

You clicked your tongue in annoyance, turning away ore he could see the reluctant smile threatening to appear.

"I hate you."

His answer came without hesitation. "I know."

"...Good."

"Good."

The tension inside the SUV had become almost tangible, stretching between the two of you like a wire pulled too tight. Every glance lingered a little too long, every sarcastic remark carried a little more weight than it should have. There wasn't a single conversation the two of you could have without it ending in an argument. It was almost impressive.

Mina had once jokingly compared the two of you to magnets with the wrong poles—destined to push each other away no matter how close you got.

She wasn't wrong.

You couldn't stand the way Jungkook always had an answer for everything. The infuriating calmness in his voice. The confidence that bordered on cockiness. The stupid little smirk that appeared whenever he knew he'd gotten under your skin.

And judging by the way he occasionally glanced in your direction before looking away again, the feeling seemed entirely mutual.

Neither of you understood the other. Neither of you particularly wanted to.

Yet somehow, after barely two hours on the road, you already knew one thing for certain.

Five hundred kilometers had never sounded so painfully long.

The highway had grown noticeably quieter by the time the fuel warning light flickered onto the dashboard. The digital clock read 9:53 p.m., and exhaustion had begun to settle over both of you. Even your arguments had lost some of their fire, replaced by tired sighs and the occasional sarcastic remark.

Without saying a word, Jungkook steered the SUV toward the next gas station and parked beside an empty pump. He switched off the engine before unbuckling his seatbelt.

"We need gas," he said, glancing at the fuel gauge. Then his eyes met yours for the first time in several minutes. "Look for a motel while I fill up. I'm not driving all night."

You nodded, already unlocking your phone. "Fine."

Jungkook stepped out, letting the door fall shut behind him, leaving you alone with nothing but the glow of your screen.

You opened several booking apps, your thumb scrolling through one accommodation after another. Most were either fully booked or outrageously expensive. The few affordable ones had ratings bad enough to make you question whether you'd wake up with all your belongings still there.

After a few more minutes, one listing finally caught your attention.

"...You've got to be kidding me."

Only one room remaining.

You stared at the screen for a long second before rubbing your temples.

Out of every possible scenario, this had to happen.

The passenger door opened, pulling you from your thoughts. Jungkook slid back into the driver's seat, setting a small plastic bag on the center console before fastening his seatbelt.

"Find anything?" he asked as he started the engine.

"...Yeah."

He glanced at you briefly. "Well?"

You hesitated. "There's a motel about an hour from here."

"Sounds good."

"...There's only one room left."

For the first time in a while, he actually looked at you. "So?"

You blinked. "So?"

"Yeah."

You stared at him in disbelief. "Jungkook, there's one room."

"I heard you."

"...Meaning we'd have to share it."

He shrugged as though you had just informed him it might rain tomorrow. "And?"

"And?" you repeated, almost laughing. "That's your response?"

He pulled out of the gas station and merged back onto the highway. "I don't see the issue."

You looked at him as though he'd completely lost his mind. "I do."

"It's one night."

"One night in the same room."

Another shrug. "If it bothers you that much, I'll sleep on the floor."

You frowned.

"I've slept in worse places." His answer was so casual it almost irritated you more than if he'd argued back.

"You really don't care?"

"No."

You let out an exasperated sigh, leaning back against your seat. "This is literally my worst-case scenario."

A quiet chuckle escaped him. "I figured."

"I was looking forward to having at least one place where I didn't have to look at your face."

He smirked without taking his eyes off the road. "That's a shame."

"And don't think sleeping on the floor suddenly makes you some kind of gentleman."

"I wasn't trying to." His calmness only made your frustration worse.

With an irritated huff, you folded your arms across your chest and looked out the window again.

One more hour until you would be forced to spend the night in the same motel room as the one person you could barely tolerate.

This weekend just kept getting better.

You buried yourself in your own frustration, stubbornly staring out the passenger window as the headlights carved through the darkness ahead. The thought of sharing a motel room with Jungkook replayed in your head over and over again, each time sounding worse than the last.

Just as you were mentally preparing yourself for what would undoubtedly be the most uncomfortable night of your life, Jungkook cleared his throat.

"Oh," he said casually, keeping one hand on the steering wheel. "I almost forgot."

You didn't bother looking at him. "What now?"

"I brought you something."

Your brows knitted together. Slowly, you turned your head. "What?"

Without another word, he reached for the plastic bag resting between the seats and pulled out a familiar can before placing it carefully in the cup holder beside you.

Your favorite energy drink.

Then came a bag of your favorite chips. And finally, the chocolate bar you always bought whenever you stopped at a convenience store.

You stared at the small pile in silence, your mind taking a second longer than usual to process what you were looking at. "...What is this?"

"I told you," Jungkook replied simply. "I brought you something."

You blinked. "I... didn't ask you to."

"I know."

"Then why did you buy it?"

He shrugged, his eyes never leaving the road ahead. "You forgot to." His answer caught you completely off guard.

"You noticed?"

"You were too busy looking for a motel."

A quiet silence followed. Your gaze drifted back down to the snacks.

He had bought your favorites.

"How did you even know these are my favorites?"

This time, Jungkook actually glanced at you before returning his attention to the road. "You always buy them."

"I do?"

"Every time Mina drags us into a convenience store. A faint smile tugged at the corner of Jungkook's mouth.

You shook your head, trying to suppress the small smile threatening to betray you. "I still think you're annoying."

For the first time since the trip had begun, the corners of your lips lifted ever so slightly.

Long enough for Jungkook to catch it.

You couldn't explain why, but the gesture stayed with you.

It wasn't the snacks themselves. It was the fact that he had remembered. Somewhere between years of sarcastic remarks, eye rolls, and endless arguments, Jungkook had somehow noticed the little things about you—the same way you had absentmindedly remembered his favorite banana milk.

The realization unsettled you more than you cared to admit.

Your fingers curled around the cold can of your energy drink as you stared at it for a moment before quietly opening it. The familiar hiss broke the silence inside the car, followed by a small sip.

"...Thanks," you said, your voice noticeably softer than before.

Jungkook kept his eyes on the road.

Another brief silence settled between you.

"I just..." You looked down at the can in your hands. "I wasn't expecting that."

He shrugged lightly. "It wasn't a big deal."

But somehow it felt like one.

"So..." he said, his tone unusually relaxed. "Which artist are you looking forward to seeing the most?"

You blinked, surprised by the genuine question.

"The Rose," you answered without hesitation. "I've wanted to see them live for years."

He nodded thoughtfully. "They're good."

You looked at him. "You know them?"

He gave you a sideways glance. "What? You think I only listen to gym playlists?"

A quiet laugh escaped you before you could stop it. "I kind of did."

"I'll pretend I didn't hear that."

You smiled faintly, shaking your head. "What about you?"

He thought for a second. "Probably DPR Ian."

"Really?"

"Mhm."

"I honestly didn't expect that."

He laughed again, this time without a sarcastic remark to follow.

The conversation continued surprisingly naturally after that. You talked about previous concerts, embarrassing festival experiences, terrible food at music venues, and the absurd prices of merchandise. Every now and then one of you would tease the other, but it never escalated into one of your usual arguments. There were no sharp remarks, no need to prove who was right, no stubborn refusal to let the other finish a sentence.

It was... nice.

An hour later, the glowing neon sign of the motel finally appeared at the side of the road.

Jungkook pulled into the nearly empty parking lot before switching off the engine. "We're here."

You glanced outside. The building had definitely seen better days. The faded sign buzzed quietly above the reception office, and the pale red lights along the balconies flickered every few seconds. It wasn't exactly inviting, but after nearly 4 hours on the road, you doubted either of you cared anymore.

Inside the reception, check-in took less than five minutes. The elderly receptionist handed Jungkook a single keycard with a polite smile. "Room twelve. End of the hallway."

You exchanged a quick glance with Jungkook.

One room.

The room wasn't luxurious by any means, but clean enough for one night. A queen-sized bed occupied most of the space, a small wooden nightstand stood between the bed and the wall, and an old television hung opposite it. Near the window sat a tiny round table with two mismatched chairs, while a narrow door led into a surprisingly tidy bathroom. The wallpaper looked slightly faded, and the air carried the faint scent of fresh linen mixed with industrial cleaner, but after a full day of driving, it felt more than acceptable.

You slowly set your bag beside the bed before turning to Jungkook.

Neither of you said a word.

Your eyes moved from the bed to him.

And suddenly, the peaceful drive during the last hour didn't seem nearly as important anymore.

You cleared your throat, forcing yourself to look anywhere but at him.

"I... I'm going to change," you mumbled, reaching for your overnight bag. "I'm not sleeping in jeans."

Jungkook, who had just set his backpack down beside the wall, gave a small nod. "Go ahead."

Without another word, you disappeared into the bathroom, quietly locking the door behind you.

The moment you were alone, you let out a long, exhausted breath. Your palms rested against the edge of the sink as you stared at your own reflection.

The cool bathroom light only emphasized how tired you looked. Your hair was slightly messy from hours in the car, and there were faint signs of exhaustion beneath your eyes.

You inhaled slowly...

You closed your eyes for a brief moment, trying to ignore the uncomfortable knot forming in your stomach. It wasn't fear—far from it. It was simply the awkwardness of the situation. You and Jungkook could barely survive a ten-minute conversation without arguing.

Now you were expected to share a room.

"Fantastic," you muttered under your breath.

After changing into an oversized T-shirt and a pair of comfortable shorts, you splashed some cold water on your face before finally unlocking the door.

You stepped into the room and immediately froze.

Jungkook stood a few feet away with his back facing you, apparently in the middle of changing his shirt.

Broad shoulders. Defined muscles stretching beneath warm skin. Dark ink traced across his arm and continued over his shoulder blade. The tattoos caught your attention before you could stop yourself, intricate against the soft glow of the bedside lamp.

Your breath hitched almost imperceptibly.

Oh... God.

Every coherent thought vanished from your mind.

You had always known Jungkook was painfully attractive.

Your eyes lingered a second longer than they should have.

"You're staring." His voice broke through your thoughts so suddenly that you nearly jumped.

Before you could deny it, Jungkook turned around, one eyebrow raised as he met your gaze. There wasn't any mockery in his expression—just the faintest hint of amusement.

Heat instantly rushed to your face. "I wasn't staring," you replied far too quickly.

His lips curved into a subtle smile. "No?"

"No."

He folded his shirt over one shoulder, clearly unconvinced. "You've been standing there for at least ten seconds."

"I was..." You searched desperately for an excuse, your eyes flicking anywhere but directly at him. "...thinking."

"About my back?"

You groaned, covering your face with one hand. "Can you not make this worse?"

A quiet laugh escaped him. "I didn't say anything."

"You didn't have to."

For a brief moment, neither of you spoke. Then Jungkook reached for a clean T-shirt lying on the bed and slipped it on without another comment.

He had caught you looking.

And judging by the amused smile he wore as he sat down on the edge of the bed...

He wasn't going to let you forget it anytime soon.

You climbed into bed without another word, pulling the blanket up to your shoulders as you settled onto the far edge of the mattress. Every movement felt oddly calculated, as if getting too comfortable would somehow make the situation even more real.

Across the room, Jungkook grabbed one of the spare blankets from the closet and spread it across the carpet before placing a pillow beneath his head.

Just like he'd said he would. He simply made himself comfortable—or at least, he tried to.

The room fell silent.

The only sound was the quiet hum of the old air conditioner struggling against the summer heat.

You stared at the ceiling, hands folded beneath the blanket, but sleep refused to come.

His broad shoulders. The defined muscles across his back. The dark tattoos on his arm.

You squeezed your eyes shut.

Seriously?

Of all the things your brain could replay, it had chosen that.

A quiet rustling pulled you from your thoughts. You glanced toward the floor.

Jungkook shifted onto his side before letting out a low sigh.

A minute later, he turned again. The blanket crinkled beneath him every time he moved.

Apparently, the floor wasn't nearly as comfortable as he'd made it sound.

He stretched one arm beneath his head, adjusted the pillow, then quietly muttered something under his breath before rolling onto his back again.

You watched him for another moment.

A small knot of guilt settled in your chest.

You weren't heartless.

Another few minutes passed.

You finally let out a quiet breath. "...Jungkook."

His movements stopped. "Hm?"

You hesitated, almost regretting opening your mouth. "...Come up here before you throw your back out."

He slowly lifted his head to look at you. "Are you sure?"

You nodded, avoiding his eyes. "Yeah."

He raised an eyebrow. "I thought sharing a room was already your worst nightmare."

"It still is."

A faint smile tugged at his lips. "Then what changed?"

You sat up with an exaggerated sigh. "I'm trying to be a decent human being."

He chuckled softly. "That's new."

You shot him a look. "Don't make me change my mind."

"I'm getting up."

He pushed himself off the floor and walked over to the other side of the bed while you immediately reached for every spare pillow you could find.

"What are you doing?" he asked, watching with clear amusement.

One by one, you stacked the pillows down the center of the mattress, carefully creating a ridiculously uneven barrier between your side and his.

You took one last pillow and squeezed it into the gap with a satisfied nod. "There."

Jungkook stared at your creation for several seconds before letting out an unexpected laugh. "You are such a child."

"It's called setting boundaries."

He climbed into bed anyway, careful not to disturb your masterpiece. "I wasn't planning on invading your side."

"Good." You couldn't help the tiny smile tugging at your lips.

Jungkook settled onto his back, folding one arm behind his head as he looked up at the ceiling. "You know," he said after a moment, "that wall isn't going to stop me if I decide to cross."

You turned your head so quickly you nearly knocked one of the pillows over. "What?"

A grin spread across his face. "I'm kidding."

You glared at him. "You're not funny."

"I thought it was."

"Go to sleep."

"Yes, ma'am."

You rolled your eyes before turning onto your side, facing away from him.

The room fell quiet once more.

You lay there in the heavy silence, the makeshift pillow wall a flimsy shield against the growing awareness of him. The air felt thicker now, charged with the kind of tension that made your skin prickle. Despite your best efforts, your mind kept replaying fragments of the evening—the way his muscles had flexed under the dim light, the dark ink trailing down his skin. You squeezed your eyes shut, annoyed at your own weakness.

A low, amused hum broke the quiet. Jungkook shifted onto his side, the mattress dipping under his weight as he faced the barrier. His voice cut through the darkness, smooth but edged with that signature arrogance.

"You know," he said, his tone lazy yet pointed, "I saw the way you were staring at me earlier. When you came out of the bathroom. Couldn't keep your eyes off my back... or lower." He let out a soft, mocking chuckle. "What was it, exactly? The tattoos? Or were you imagining what else was hiding under those sweatpants?"

Your eyes snapped open, heat rushing to your face in a fierce blend of embarrassment and indignation. Your heart stuttered, then raced, a confusing knot of irritation twisting in your chest. How dare he call you out like that—especially when you’d been trying so hard to forget it yourself?

"You’re delusional," you shot back, your voice sharper than intended, though it wavered slightly. You turned toward the pillows, glaring at the shadowed outline of his face. "I wasn’t staring. And even if I glanced, it was only because you were taking up half the room like the arrogant prick you are."

Jungkook’s grin was audible in his reply, low and provocative. "Liar. Your eyes lingered. I felt it." He reached out, his fingers lightly tracing the top of one pillow as if testing its stability. The casual movement sent an unwelcome spark through you, your body betraying your words with a subtle flush of warmth. "It’s cute how you’re pretending you hate every second of this. But that little pause you had... tells me otherwise."

You sat up slightly, propping yourself on one elbow, the blanket slipping down your shoulders. Frustration simmered beneath your skin, mingling with an unwanted flicker of heat low in your stomach. Part of you wanted to shove the entire pillow wall onto him. Another part—the traitorous one—wondered what would happen if you didn’t.

"Don’t flatter yourself," you muttered, though your gaze involuntarily traced the strong line of his shoulder visible above the pillows. "I still can’t stand you. This doesn’t change anything. You’re still the same insufferable jerk who drives me insane."

He laughed quietly, the sound rich and annoyingly attractive in the dark. "Yeah? Then why’s your voice shaking?" Jungkook’s eyes locked onto yours through the narrow gap, dark and intense, holding a challenge that made your pulse thunder. "Keep telling yourself that. But I bet if I knocked this pathetic wall down right now, you wouldn’t stop me as fast as you’d like."

The words hung between you, thick with suggestion. Your breath hitched, a confusing rush of anger and reluctant desire warring inside you. You hated how your body reacted—skin tingling, thighs pressing together instinctively—while your mind screamed at you to push back.

"Try it," you challenged softly, your tone defiant even as heat pooled deeper. "And I’ll make sure you regret it."

Jungkook’s smirk deepened, but he didn’t move closer. Instead, he settled back against his pillow, watching you with that maddening mix of amusement. "We’ll see about that."

The room fell quiet again, but the peace was gone. Tension crackled in the air, the pillow barrier suddenly feeling far too insignificant against the pull of emotions neither of you wanted to name.

The tension in the room had grown almost unbearable, thick and electric, pressing down on your chest like a physical weight. Every breath felt heavier, the air between you charged with something dangerous and unspoken. The pillow wall, once a childish declaration of boundaries, now seemed laughably fragile—a pathetic attempt to hold back the inevitable.

You lay rigid on your side, staring at the shadowed ceiling, but your mind refused to quiet. Every inch of you was hyper-aware of him: the steady rise and fall of his breathing, the warmth radiating across the divide, the low, mocking timbre of his voice still echoing in your ears. God, you wanted to forget it all—the arguments, the resentment, the years of mutual irritation. You wanted to reach out, tear the pillows away, and let the storm break. But you hesitated, fingers clutching the blanket as if it could anchor you.

"Still pretending?" Jungkook murmured after a long silence, his voice low and rough, laced with that infuriating smugness. He shifted closer to the barrier, the mattress creaking softly under him. "I can practically hear you thinking over there. What's it going to take for you to admit you're curious?"

You turned sharply toward the pillows, heart pounding furiously against your ribs. Anger flared hot and familiar, a shield you desperately needed. "Curious? About you?" you snapped, though your voice came out breathier than you intended, betraying the heat pooling low in your belly. "Don't make me laugh. You're the last person I'd ever want like that. Arrogant, self-absorbed—"

"Yet you couldn't stop staring," he interrupted, cutting through your tirade with effortless precision. A soft chuckle followed, dark and velvety. "Your eyes were practically devouring me earlier. Tell me, did you like what you saw? Because I sure as hell noticed."

The words sent a fresh wave of embarrassment crashing over you, mingling with a traitorous spark of desire that made your thighs press together instinctively. You hated him for it—for seeing through you so easily, for making your body react when your mind screamed to push him away. Everything inside you was screaming for him right now: the ache building between your legs, the way your skin flushed with need, the overwhelming urge to rip that ridiculous wall down and feel his hands on you.

"Shut up," you hissed, sitting up abruptly and hugging your knees to your chest. Your hands trembled slightly as you adjusted one of the pillows, reinforcing the barrier even as you longed to destroy it. "This doesn't change anything. I still can't stand you. You're infuriating, Jungkook. Always have been."

He propped himself up on one elbow, his dark eyes gleaming in the faint moonlight slipping through the curtains. The smirk on his lips was visible even in the dimness, but there was something hungrier beneath it now, a tension mirroring your own. "Yeah? Then why are you breathing like that?" he asked, his voice dropping lower, rougher. "Why haven't you told me to fuck off and sleep on the floor again?"

You opened your mouth to retort, but the words caught in your throat. The atmosphere refused to shift, no matter how much you tried to cling to the familiar comfort of arguments. The charged silence wrapped around you both, heavy with unspoken want, making every small movement feel intimate and loaded.

"I... I should," you whispered finally, frustration and longing twisting together in your chest. Your gaze lingered on the strong column of his neck, the way his shirt clung to his shoulders.

Jungkook watched you intently, his own breathing uneven now. "But you won't," he said softly, almost like a dare. "Because deep down, you feel it too. And it's driving you crazy."

The tension stretched tighter, almost unbearable, the air thick with possibility and resentment. Neither of you moved to break the wall, but the mood between you had irrevocably changed—heated, restless, and impossible to ignore.

Your heart hammered relentlessly, a chaotic rhythm of resentment and raw, unwanted desire. You wanted to hate him—needed to—but your body betrayed you at every turn, aching in ways that left you dizzy and frustrated.

Jungkook’s eyes never left yours through the narrow gap in the pillows. Slowly, deliberately, he sat up fully, the mattress shifting under his weight. Without a word, he reached out and began pushing the pillows aside, one by one, his movements calm but insistent. The barrier you had so carefully built crumbled between you, exposing the small space that suddenly felt far too intimate.

“What are you doing?” you whispered sharply, though you made no move to stop him. Your voice trembled with a mix of defiance and anticipation.

“Getting tired of this game,” he murmured, sliding closer until his body hovered near yours. The heat from his skin radiated against you, intoxicating and dangerous. He leaned in, his broad shoulders blocking out the faint moonlight, his breath warm against the shell of your ear. “You’ve been fighting this all night… but I saw how you looked at me. Bet you’re already wet just thinking about it, aren’t you?”

His low, filthy words sent a violent shiver racing down your spine. Heat flooded your core, sharp and insistent, making your thighs clench involuntarily. You hated how easily he unraveled you, how his voice—husky and confident—made your breath hitch and your mind spiral.

“Jungkook…” you protested weakly, but the sound came out more like a plea. Your hands fisted the blanket, torn between shoving him away and pulling him closer.

He chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating against your ear as he brushed his lips lightly along the sensitive skin just below it. “That’s what I thought,” he whispered, his voice dropping even lower, dripping with sin. “I bet if I slipped my hand between those pretty thighs right now, I’d find you soaked for me. All that attitude, and your body’s begging for my cock.”

A soft, involuntary whimper escaped your lips, equal parts fury and overwhelming need. Your cheeks burned, your pulse thundered in your ears, and every inch of you felt electrified. You hated him—God, you still hated him—but the ache between your legs had become unbearable, a throbbing emptiness that screamed for relief.

“I can’t stand you,” you gasped, even as your body leaned toward him, traitorous and desperate.

“I know,” he breathed against your ear, nipping lightly at your lobe. “But you want this anyway. Say it.”

The last of your resistance shattered. With a frustrated, needy sound, you turned your head and finally gave in. Jungkook didn’t hesitate. His hand cupped the back of your neck, firm and possessive, as he captured your mouth in a searing kiss.

The kiss was anything but gentle—hungry, demanding, and laced with all the pent-up irritation and desire that had been building between you. His lips moved against yours with bruising intensity, tongue sweeping in to claim you as his free hand slid down your side, gripping your hip and pulling you flush against his hard body. You moaned softly into his mouth, fingers tangling in his shirt, torn between digging your nails in and melting completely.

His kiss deepening as he pressed you back against the mattress, his weight settling over you in a way that made your head spun.

Jungkook’s mouth moved against yours with deliberate hunger, his tongue teasing and claiming until your head spun. When he finally pulled back, his breathing was ragged, dark eyes burning into yours with a mixture of irritation and raw desire.

Without breaking eye contact, he pushed your shirt higher, exposing your breasts to the cool air of the room. His large hand cupped one breast, thumb brushing slowly over the sensitive nipple until it hardened under his touch. He leaned down, warm breath ghosting across your skin before his tongue flicked out, circling the peak with torturous patience.

You arched into him, a soft, reluctant moan slipping from your lips. “Jungkook…” The name came out half-warning, half-plea.

He hummed against your skin, then closed his mouth around the nipple, sucking gently at first, then harder, alternating between slow, sensual licks and sharp little bites that sent jolts of pleasure straight to your core. His fingers found your other nipple, rolling and pinching it with just enough pressure to make your thighs press together, seeking relief.

“You’re so sensitive here,” he murmured against your breast, voice low and rough. “Bet I could make you come just from this if I wanted to.”

Your fingers threaded through his hair, torn between pushing him away and pulling him closer. The conflicting emotions swirled inside you—frustration, hatred, and a deep, aching need that refused to be ignored.

His hand began its descent, sliding down your stomach with deliberate slowness. He slipped beneath the waistband of your pants, fingers gliding over your soaked folds. A low groan escaped him.

“Fuck… you’re dripping,” he whispered hotly against your ear as one thick finger traced your entrance. “All this arguing and your body’s been aching for me the whole time.”

You bit your lip hard, refusing to answer, but your hips rolled forward instinctively. He pushed one finger inside you slowly, savoring the way your walls clenched around him. He curled it gently, stroking that sensitive spot with maddening precision while his thumb found your clit and began slow, teasing circles.

The sensation built gradually, wave after wave of heat spreading through your body. You moaned softly, hips moving in time with his hand as he added a second finger, stretching you open.

“Look at you,” he breathed, lips brushing your ear again. “Riding my fingers."

The filthy words made you clench harder around him. Your breathing grew ragged, pleasure coiling tighter in your belly. He kept the pace slow and deep, drawing it out until your thighs began to tremble.

When your orgasm finally washed over you, it was intense and shattering. You cried out, back arching as your walls pulsed around his fingers. He didn’t stop until every last tremor had faded, watching your face with dark satisfaction.

Before you could fully recover, Jungkook moved lower, pulling your pants and underwear completely off. He settled between your thighs, spreading them wide. His tongue replaced his fingers, licking a long, slow stripe up your center. You gasped sharply, fingers gripping the sheets.

He took his time—lapping at your folds, circling your clit with the flat of his tongue, then sucking it gently into his mouth. Every stroke was deliberate, every flick designed to drive you higher. He groaned against you, the vibrations sending fresh sparks through your overstimulated body.

“fuck,” you whimpered, one hand fisting his hair.

He pinned your hips down with strong hands, holding you in place as he devoured you with slow, devastating focus. Another orgasm built gradually, deeper this time, until it crashed over you in powerful waves. You came with a broken moan, thighs shaking around his head.

Jungkook didn’t give you time to recover. He stripped quickly, his cock hard and heavy, then flipped you onto your hands and knees. He gripped your hips hard and thrust into you in one powerful stroke, burying himself to the hilt.

“Fuck— so tight,” he groaned, voice rough.

The sudden fullness was overwhelming. He felt impossibly deep, stretching you perfectly. He started thrusting hard and deep, hips slamming against your ass with every stroke. The angle allowed him to hit that sensitive spot relentlessly, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your entire body.

“Take it,” he snarled, one hand fisting your hair and pulling your head back. “Take every fucking inch like the stubborn little brat you are.”

You pushed back against him, meeting his brutal thrusts with equal force, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing loudly in the room. The hate and desire mixed into something explosive. Every harsh thrust sent you higher, your moans growing louder and more desperate.

He reached around and rubbed your clit roughly, pushing you toward the edge again. “Come on my cock. Let me feel how much you need this even though you can’t stand me.”

You came hard, walls clenching violently around him as stars burst behind your eyes. Jungkook growled in satisfaction but didn’t slow down.

He pulled out, turned you onto your side, and spooned behind you. Lifting your top leg high, he slid back inside you, the new angle letting him sink even deeper. His thrusts were slower but incredibly powerful, grinding against you with every stroke. One hand wrapped around your throat lightly, the other squeezing your breast as he fucked you with possessive intensity.

The position made every thrust feel intimate and devastating. Pleasure built slowly but intensely until you came again, trembling in his arms.

Jungkook stood and pulled you up. He pressed you against the wall, lifted one of your legs around his waist, and drove back into you with a single brutal thrust. The new position forced him impossibly deep. He fucked you hard against the wall, hips snapping forward with raw power, the cool surface contrasting sharply with the heat of his body.

“Such a good little slut for me,” he groaned, pounding into you mercilessly. “Taking my cock so well even though you can't stand me. Say it— tell me how much you love hating this.”

“Can't stand you,” you gasped between moans, nails digging into his shoulders. “I still fucking can't stand you”

Your words only seemed to spur him on. He fucked you harder, deeper, until another orgasm ripped through you.

Finally, he carried you to the armchair and sat down, pulling you on top. You sank onto his thick cock slowly, feeling every inch stretch you open again. Bracing your hands on his chest, you began riding him with fierce, rolling movements—grinding down hard, taking him as deep as possible.

Jungkook’s hands gripped your ass tightly, guiding your movements as he thrust up to meet you. “Ride me.” he demanded, voice strained with pleasure.

You moved faster, bouncing on his cock with desperate intensity. He slapped your ass sharply, the sting pushing you even closer to the edge. His dirty words never stopped—praising how tight you were, how wet you were, how perfectly you took him.

When your final orgasm hit, it was devastating. You clenched around him hard, moaning his name as waves of blinding pleasure crashed over you. Jungkook followed right after, burying himself deep and coming with a guttural groan, filling you completely.

You collapsed against his chest, both of you breathing heavily, bodies slick with sweat. The intense mix of hatred and overwhelming pleasure left you trembling. The air was thick with the scent of sex and the weight of everything still unresolved between you.

Neither of you spoke for a long time

You remained collapsed against Jungkook’s chest, your breathing slowly returning to normal. His heart thundered beneath your cheek, strong and steady, while his arms stayed loosely wrapped around your waist. The room smelled of sweat, sex, and the faint trace of summer heat still lingering in the air. For several long minutes, neither of you moved or spoke. The silence felt heavier than any argument you’d ever had.

Reality began to creep back in, cold and unsettling. This was Jungkook—the man who had driven you insane for years. The arrogant, infuriating person you swore you couldn’t stand. And yet, here you were, still joined with him, your body humming with the aftershocks of pleasure you had never expected to feel with him.

You shifted slightly, intending to pull away, but his arms tightened for a brief moment before he let you go. You climbed off his lap on unsteady legs and reached for your discarded clothes, suddenly hyper-aware of your nakedness. Jungkook watched you in silence, his dark eyes unreadable as he slowly sat up straighter in the armchair.

The tension that had exploded between you earlier now settled into something quieter, more dangerous. A fragile kind of vulnerability neither of you knew how to handle.

You pulled your shirt over your head and finally found the courage to look at him. “This… this doesn’t change anything,” you said softly, though the words felt hollow even to your own ears.

Jungkook let out a low, tired chuckle, running a hand through his messy hair. He stood up slowly and stepped closer. “Yeah?" His voice was rough, but there was no real mockery in it this time—just a quiet intensity that made your stomach flutter.

You swallowed hard, crossing your arms over your chest. “I mean it, Jungkook. This was… a mistake. A really intense, stupid mistake.”

He stopped just inches away from you, close enough that you could feel the heat still radiating from his skin. His gaze searched your face, lingering on your swollen lips and flushed cheeks. For once, the usual arrogance had softened into something more genuine, almost uncertain.

“Maybe,” he murmured. “But you weren’t exactly pushing me away. And I sure as hell wasn’t imagining how perfectly you fit around me.” He reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear with surprising gentleness. “Hate me all you want tomorrow. But right now… stop pretending this didn’t happen.”

Your heart twisted painfully. Part of you wanted to lash out, to rebuild the walls higher than before. Another part—the part still trembling from his touch—wanted to lean into him and forget everything else.

You looked away, biting your lip. “What happens now?”

Jungkook exhaled slowly, his thumb brushing lightly over your cheek before he dropped his hand. “That’s up to you. I’m not going to pretend I didn’t want this. Want you.” His voice lowered. “Even if you drive me fucking crazy.”

The confession hung between you, raw and honest in a way that terrified you. You met his eyes again, seeing the same storm of emotions reflected back at you—frustration, desire, and the terrifying possibility of something more.

You didn’t answer with words. Instead, you stepped forward and rested your forehead against his chest for a brief moment, breathing him in. Jungkook’s arms came around you carefully, not possessive this time, but almost protective.

Neither of you knew what tomorrow would bring. The hatred was still there, simmering beneath the surface. But for tonight, in the quiet aftermath of everything you had shattered and rebuilt between you, it felt strangely okay to just exist in this fragile, complicated peace.

“Get some sleep,” he whispered against your hair, pressing a surprisingly soft kiss to the top of your head. “We can go back to hating each other in the morning… if you still want to.”

You let out a shaky breath, a small, reluctant smile tugging at your lips despite everything.

“We’ll see.”

ᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧ☾ ˖°˖☆ ˖°˖☽ᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧ ᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧ☾ ˖°˖☆ ˖°˖☽ᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧᐧ

Moodboard

missenu

perle di sole ⋆☀︎。

synopsis: packed and ready to go for your best friend’s destination wedding in italy? check. hot, broody senior manager jeon jeongguk as the groom’s best man? nothing could’ve prepared you for that. alternatively, what happens in italy, stays in italy … right?

pairing: sr. manager!jeongguk x fem colleague!reader

wc: 15.6k

genre: forbidden love, coworkers au, smut, angst

cw: slice of life, age gap (jk 37, oc 22), cold jk (#TroubledMen), hopeless romantic oc, grief, negative family dynamics, side character death, corporate lingo, light fluff, rich privilege, yearning, one sided grudge, oc gets harassed, hurt with some comfort, 18+ ONLY, porn with lots of plot, sexual tension, fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, slight overstimulation, multiple orgasms, riding, missionary

a/n: pls go wish my queen n goat of dilf jk @lovieku the happiest bday! this was written as a gift to her <3 SHE DESERVES THE WORLD AND SO MUCH MORE