“But we’ll get married soon, right?” He flashes you a teasing grin. He’s soo annoyingly handsome. You don’t answer him because the answer is so obvious. A calendar hung to the wall with the date November 30 circled with a red pen—your wedding date. Just a few months from now, yet you can’t seem to be bothered calling Heeseung as your future husband.

“Yes and I will be the one to pick out the theme, where we’ll get married, and the food. Okay?” You assert, thinking he wouldn’t like it if you were in charge of everything.

He simply nods his head. “Whatever you want, princess. I’ll just swipe the card for you.”

Oh, you forgot. Heeseung doesn’t care about what his parents thinks, to him, what you think matters more. Honestly, he’d prefer it if the wedding was designed by the way you like it—because, you’re the wife. And for Heeseung, he wants his wife to have the most perfect wedding ever.

After that conversation, you hear him talk to someone on the phone.

“Mhm, yes. Anything my wife says she wants, give it to her immediately, okay?”

JAY being the most perfect gentleman you’ve ever met is the reason why you can’t seem to hate him. he can be loud, he can easily get angry, and he’s straightforward—so how come he looks at you with heart eyes even if all you’ve done is push his buttons? the answer? you can never get on jay’s nerves, mainly because he’s already committed to being the best husband for you and building a better future for you both.

How does Park Jongseong have not one flaw? You groan, thinking of ways to get on his nerves.

The sweet sweet smile he gives you is the very reason you’re so annoyed right now. Yesterday, all you’ve done was spend money, go on parties, and get drunk—yet all Jay did was take care of you like a real husband. After party, at 3 am, you found Jay waiting for you with a sleepy look in his car. But the moment you walked to his car with a pissed off expression, he gives you a tired yet gentle smile. And asked you, “Had fun, angel? You look very pretty in that dress.”

Then even when he was obviously tired, he helped you remove your makeup, do your skincare, help you with your clothes, and took you to bed. You were knocked out the moment you felt the soft mattress, but you won’t forget the feeling of the kiss he placed on your forehead while he whispered, “good night, angel. Have a good sleep.”

You woke up with a throbbing headache, but smelled something good from the kitchen. Jay was cooking, he’d always cook for you, even if you told him not to bother. Even if you yelled at him, he’d just leave a plate for you, knowing that you’d give up and eat his food anyways.

He steps inside your bedroom, a tray with your favorite breakfast meal in his hands. “Good morning. Feeling good now?”

“Yeah..” you mumble, responding to his question. There was no longer a headache and your throat didn’t feel sore, so yes, you’re feeling good now. But truthfully, you felt guilty for all the plans you created just to sabotage the arranged marriage.

He lays down the tray table. The wondeful sight and aroma of the food making your stomach growl. Its your favorite meal, a special one that you enjoy every morning, and Jay knew about it.

“I.. kinda asked your mom about your favorite homecooked meal—she uh.. shared her recipe to me. I hope you like it.” Jay looks away sheepishly.

You furrow your brows thinking, How is Park Jongseong so perfect? He knows everything that you’re picky about, how you like your coffee made, how you like your cookie baked, or how warm or cold you like your water in the bathtub.

Why’d your mom even give him the recipe and why was it so yummy? Your mom has a competition now. You clear your throat, putting down the spoon. “What did you put in this?”

He shrugs his shoulders. “Love.”

JAKE is a goody-two-shoes, and you dislike that about him. he’s so cute, acting like a puppy, following you around wherever you go—like the good fiancé he is. your parents like him for you, and even if you push him away… jake can’t let you go, because you’re all that he wants.

He’s a living golden retriever. You look over the couch to see a pouting Jake. Just a few hours ago, you accidentally snapped at him. For no absolute reason… you just wanted to. Felt like it, you were used to snapping at people.

And you feel awfully guilty. You’ve never seen Jake this quiet; he’d always be silly and clingy. Now, he sits on the couch as if he’s on a timeout.

He stands up, you turn back your gaze to your food. You can hear him getting closer and closer—practically feeling him tower over you. He leans behind you with his hands dropping to your waist. “Now, you’re guilty?”

You gulp, not wanting to turn your head to face him. “Huh?”

“Mhm, you’ve been so bratty these past few days. Am I not enough? What should I do so that my fiancee will finally listen to me?” He brushes his lips against your earlobe, earning a shiver from you.

Slowly, he sweeps your hair to the side. “You’re so adorable, aren’t you? I like it when you’re nervous like this…”

Not wanting to deal with this, you pulled away from him and instantly ran off to your room.

Jake watches you with an amused face. You got shy. He smirks, glancing at the tea cup you left—your lipstick stains the lid. He reaches it, lips touching the same spot you drank from.

“It’s so easy to make her behave,” he mutters. Despite his clingy and loud side, Jake has always knew how to discipline you, even if it’s a weird method. It works, anyways.

A few hours later, he knocks on your room with your favorite ice cream, and he’s back to the Jake you’ve always seen. Clinging on to you, with his hands touching you all over.

SUNGHOON is the type of fiance to give the world to his partner. even if you’re spoiled, always wanting to spend money, and buying everything, he’s willing to give it to you. no complaints from him, he’s happy if his future wife is happy.

“I want that… then that over there. Ooh! This one, it’s pretty,” you chirp, pointing to different jewelry in the store. All of them looked so, so pretty, you just want to buy them all.

Sunghoon stood next to you, like a bodyguard. His arms crossed, face blank, but seeing you be cheerful, his lips twitched. “You want it?”

You nod your head, a little bashful. “Yeah… but we don’t have to buy it—”

“Buy anything you want, use my card,” he interrupts you. He reaches out for his wallet, taking out the card before handing it to you with a smile. “My pretty girl only deserves the prettiest things, right?”

He knows how to get you. He really does, because the moment he took out his card, your eyes sparkled. For Sunghoon, seeing you smile is what he looks forward to most. Even if that meant his bank would be drained… As long as it’s you.

When you skip to choose more necklaces, he looks over to the staff. “What’s your most expensive ring? Make sure it’s pretty.”

( 🪽 ) ——TY FOR READING! kinda obv that i rushed jake & hoon's part aaa i js really wanted to take this out of my drafts & focus on other stuff T__T ALSO IM SRRY FOR BEING SOOO BUSY UGHHH COLLEGE IS A NIGHTMARE

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Beside you, Mina rolled her eyes while fixing her lipstick in the reflection of the car window. “For the last time, it’s a private club.”

“That’s exactly what people say before ending up in documentaries.”

A laugh escaped her immediately before she grabbed your wrist and started dragging you toward the entrance anyway. “You’re being dramatic.”

“No,” you corrected while staring up at the massive building towering above the street, “I’m being cautious.”

The club looked untouchable. Black glass stretched toward the night sky while gold lighting spilled from enormous windows, luxury cars curving around the entrance beneath dim lanterns. Even the people outside looked expensive—tailored suits, silk dresses, watches that probably cost more than your rent.

You suddenly felt underdressed despite Mina forcing you to spend twenty minutes shoving makeup onto your face in the passenger seat while she drove through traffic like a maniac.

“You owe me for this,” you muttered while following her up the marble stairs.

“I know, I know.” Mina grinned suddenly. “But if Namjoon’s here tonight, it’ll be worth it.”

Ah yes.

Namjoon.

The entire reason you were currently entering what looked like a billionaire vampire convention instead of rotting peacefully in bed.

Mina had met him two weeks ago “by accident,” which really meant she spilled a drink on his suit at some upscale restaurant and somehow walked away with his number instead of a lawsuit. Since then, she’d spent every single day talking about him like she was being paid for it.

Apparently, Namjoon belonged to this club.

Which explained the terrifying amount of money surrounding you the second the doors opened.

Warm jazz drifted through the massive lounge while crystal glasses clinked softly beneath dim amber lighting. Everything inside gleamed—marble floors, velvet seating, gold accents catching the low light every time someone moved. The air smelled faintly of expensive liquor and perfume strong enough to make you dizzy.

And somehow, despite all the noise around you, the atmosphere still felt… controlled.

Too controlled.

Like everyone inside knew rules you didn’t.

“You made it.”

You turned at the sound of the familiar voice just in time to see Mina practically light up beside you.

Namjoon approached through the crowd effortlessly, dressed in a charcoal suit that looked unfairly expensive. Tall. Broad shoulders. Silver rings catching beneath the warm lighting every time he moved.

Okay.

Fine.

You understood the obsession a little now.

“Mina,” he greeted warmly before his attention shifted toward you. “And you must be the friend.”

You introduced yourself quickly while he offered his hand politely. His grip was warm, calm. Everything about him felt smooth in a way that immediately screamed rich person confidence.

“Mina’s told me a lot about you,” he said.

“That’s concerning.”

A laugh slipped from him easily enough to make Mina look entirely too pleased with herself. But before the conversation could continue, another man approached Namjoon quietly and murmured something near his ear.

You noticed the subtle shift immediately.

Namjoon’s posture straightened slightly, expression smoothing into something more unreadable. “Excuse me for a moment,” he said. “I’ll be right back.”

The second he disappeared back into the crowd, Mina grabbed your arm aggressively. “See?” she whispered. “I told you he was perfect.”

“You met a man with a face.”

“He has the face.”

“You’re insane.”

“And yet you came with me anyway.”

Unfortunately true.

You let her continue rambling while your attention drifted elsewhere, gaze moving slowly across the lounge until something near the back wall caught your eye.

A gold elevator sat partially hidden behind dark velvet curtains, guarded by two men in black suits. Guests approached quietly every few minutes, flashing sleek black cards before disappearing downstairs.

Not upstairs. Downstairs.

Your brows pulled together slightly. Strange.

“You okay?” Mina asked beside you after noticing you staring.

Your eyes stayed fixed on the elevator. “What’s downstairs?”

Her talking stopped for exactly half a second.

Then she shrugged casually. “Private rooms, I think.”

“You think?”

“I didn’t ask.”

“That’s suspicious.”

“You think everything is suspicious.”

“Because rich people are weird.”

Mina rolled her eyes, but before she could argue back, movement near the elevator caught your attention again. A small group approached quietly while one of the guards held out his hand. Black cards appeared immediately between polished fingers. Silent nods followed. Then the elevator doors slid open.

And every single person disappeared downstairs.

Your curiosity sharpened instantly.

“You know what,” you murmured, grabbing a champagne glass from a passing tray, “I’m going down there.”

Mina nearly choked. “What?”

“You heard me.”

“You cannot just wander into mysterious underground rich people basements!”

“That sentence alone makes me want to go more.”

“Mina.”

You both turned slightly as Namjoon reappeared beside you, calmer now than before. But unlike earlier, there was something more serious in his expression this time. More careful.

His gaze flicked briefly toward the elevator before returning to you.

And somehow, that alone confirmed your suspicion that something strange was happening downstairs.

“What’s down there?” you asked immediately.

Namjoon paused.

Then smiled lightly. “Nothing dangerous.”

“That is not a real answer.”

Mina pointed at him accusingly. “See? This is why she thinks we’re in a cult.”

A quiet laugh left him before his attention returned toward the elevator again. “It’s invitation only.”

“So there is something down there.”

Namjoon said nothing.

Which was answer enough.

Your eyes narrowed slightly before glancing toward the elevator one more time. Another guest approached the guards, black card already waiting between his fingers. The second the doors opened, soft music drifted upward from below. Lower. Slower. Different from upstairs.

And suddenly curiosity won completely.

Before either Mina or Namjoon could stop you, you started walking.

“Oh my god,” Mina hissed behind you. “She’s actually doing it.”

Your heels clicked softly against the marble floors as you approached the guarded elevator. The two men standing outside immediately looked toward you, expressions unreadable beneath the dim lighting.

For one brief second, you considered turning around. Then one of the guards stepped aside. Just like that. No questions. Interesting.

You stepped inside slowly, pulse quickening despite yourself. Mina scrambled in beside you a second later while Namjoon sighed quietly before following after both of you.

“This is a terrible idea,” Mina whispered the second the doors closed.

“You say that like you had a choice.”

“I literally didn’t.”

The elevator began descending smoothly.

The deeper it went, the quieter it became. Jazz from upstairs faded completely until only the low mechanical hum remained. Mina shifted nervously beside you while Namjoon stayed perfectly calm, hands tucked neatly into his pockets like this happened every day for him.

Then the elevator stopped. The doors slid open slowly. And suddenly, the atmosphere changed completely.

The first thing you noticed was the silence. Not actual silence—music still drifted faintly through the massive underground lounge, glasses clinked softly somewhere nearby, low conversations blended beneath it all—but everything downstairs felt sharper somehow. Controlled in a way upstairs hadn’t been.

Poker tables stretched across the room beneath dim gold lighting while people in tailored suits and silk dresses gambled away terrifying amounts of money with frighteningly calm expressions. Dealers shuffled cards effortlessly while waitresses carried trays of whiskey and champagne between tables.

And at the very center of the room—sat him.

Black dress shirt. Sleeves rolled neatly to his forearms. Dark hair falling slightly over his forehead beneath the low lighting. One hand rested lazily against his jaw while the other toyed with a poker chip between long fingers.

Everyone around him looked tense.

He looked bored.

“Who’s that?” you asked quietly.

Namjoon’s gaze shifted toward the center table immediately.

“Jeon Jungkook.”

The name alone seemed to carry weight downstairs. You noticed it instantly in the way nearby conversations lowered slightly, the way spectators lingered around his table without getting too close. Across the room, another pile of chips slid toward him effortlessly while the man sitting opposite looked seconds away from collapsing entirely.

“He always wins,” Mina whispered.

Almost as if sensing the attention on him, Jungkook glanced up suddenly.

And for one brief second—his eyes landed directly on yours.

His gaze landed on yours with enough intensity to make your stomach tighten unexpectedly.

Not because he looked angry.

Or cold.

If anything, he looked curious.

Like he was trying to figure out why you were standing there instead of upstairs drinking overpriced champagne with everyone else.

Then the dealer’s voice cut smoothly through the room. “Another win for Mr. Jeon.”

Soft murmurs followed instantly around the table. Across from Jungkook, the man who’d just lost leaned back in his chair looking physically unwell while Jungkook barely reacted at all. He simply gathered his chips with calm disinterest, like winning had stopped exciting him a long time ago.

“That’s his fifth tonight,” Namjoon said quietly beside you.

Your eyes stayed fixed on Jungkook. “Poker?”

“Poker. Betting games. Auctions.” Namjoon slipped one hand into his pocket. “Doesn’t really matter.”

“He never loses,” Mina added dramatically.

And honestly?

You could see why people believed it.

The confidence around Jungkook wasn’t loud arrogance. It was worse. Quiet certainty. The kind built from winning too often for too long. Everyone around him looked tense while he sat there completely relaxed, lazily spinning a poker chip between elegant fingers like the entire room bored him.

Something about it irritated you immediately.

The dealer glanced around the room again. “Any newcomers interested in challenging tonight’s winner?”

A few people laughed softly under their breath. Others exchanged amused looks. Nobody moved.

Because of course nobody moved.

Across the room, Jungkook leaned back slightly in his chair, completely unconcerned. Like he already knew nobody would dare embarrass themselves trying.

And maybe that was exactly what annoyed you enough to speak.

“I’ll do it.”

Silence.

Actual silence.

Beside you, Mina made a strangled noise. “What are you doing?” she whispered harshly, grabbing your arm.

You shrugged lightly, unable to look away from the center table. “Making bad decisions, apparently.”

Several people nearby had already turned toward you completely now. Some looked entertained. Others looked genuinely concerned for your wellbeing. Somewhere behind you, someone actually laughed.

“A newcomer?” a man murmured quietly.

“This should be interesting.”

Meanwhile, Jungkook finally looked genuinely awake.

His fingers stopped against the poker chip as his attention settled fully on you for the first time. Slow. Assessing. Like he was trying to decide whether you were brave or just stupid.

Maybe both.

The dealer cleared his throat awkwardly. “Miss, are you certain?”

Before you could answer, Jungkook spoke first.

“Let her play.”

The room somehow grew even quieter.

Namjoon sighed beside you like he already regretted bringing either of you downstairs while Mina looked seconds away from physically restraining you herself.

Too late now.

A clear path had already opened toward the center table.

You could feel every pair of eyes following you as you stepped forward, heels clicking softly against the marble floors. The closer you got, the clearer everything became—the stacks of chips worth terrifying amounts of money, the scent of whiskey lingering beneath expensive cologne, the sharp gold lighting reflecting against polished black surfaces.

And Jungkook.

Up close, he looked calmer somehow.

Which only made him more intimidating.

His dark gaze followed your every movement while you slid into the empty chair across from him. Not mocking. Not arrogant. Just observant.

Like he was already studying you.

“You’re new,” he said finally.

His voice was low. Smooth enough that you almost understood immediately why people listened when he spoke.

“Is it that obvious?” you asked lightly.

“A little.”

Something almost amused flickered across his face.

The dealer quickly began reshuffling the cards while spectators gathered closer around the table. Nobody downstairs even pretended not to stare anymore.

Jungkook never took his eyes off you.

“You know how to play?” he asked.

“Enough.”

“That’s usually what people say before losing badly.”

The final round began quietly. Too quietly.

Even the spectators surrounding the table had stopped whispering now, attention fixed entirely on the cards spread between you and Jungkook. The dealer moved carefully beneath the tension while chips stacked higher and higher across the polished table.

Across from you, Jungkook looked completely relaxed. Which was irritating.

One hand rested lazily near his drink while the other toyed with a poker chip between elegant fingers, dark eyes focused on you instead of the game itself. Like he’d already decided how this would end.

“You look confident,” you noted lightly while placing another chip into the pot.

“I usually am.”

“That sounds dangerous.”

His mouth curved slightly. “Only for other people.”

God.

You suddenly understood why everyone downstairs seemed so intimidated by him. It wasn’t just the money or reputation—it was the way he spoke like losing genuinely didn’t exist in his world. Quiet confidence wrapped so naturally around him it stopped feeling arrogant and started feeling inevitable.

The dealer revealed another card. A subtle shift moved through the crowd instantly.

Jungkook barely glanced down before his gaze lifted back toward yours again. Calm. Patient. Watching you more carefully than the game itself.

“You’re staring again,” you muttered.

“And you keep noticing.”

Your eyes narrowed slightly while a few nearby spectators laughed under their breath. Jungkook looked entirely too amused with himself.

“You always flirt this much while gambling?” you asked.

“Only when I’m entertained.”

“You must get bored often, then.”

That earned the smallest reaction from him. Barely there. But enough for you to notice the way his fingers paused briefly against the poker chip.

Interesting. The final cards hit the table. The room seemed to tighten immediately around you. Nobody moved. Nobody looked away.

Then slowly, Jungkook leaned back into his chair, gaze fixed on you beneath the low gold lighting.

“You’re awfully confident,” you said carefully, studying him across the table, “for someone who could still lose.”

Silence dropped instantly. Actual silence.

Even the dealer froze for half a second. Somewhere behind you, Mina whispered something that sounded suspiciously like a prayer.

But Jungkook only smiled. Slowly. Interested instead of offended.

“Alright then,” he murmured, voice low enough that the table leaned closer to hear it. “If I lose, you have to kiss me.”

A few people nearby nearly choked on their drinks.

You blinked once.

The confidence in his tone made it worse somehow—not teasing, not embarrassed, just certain enough to imply he already knew the outcome.

The room buzzed instantly with quiet whispers while Jungkook stayed completely calm beneath all the attention.

Like this was normal for him. Maybe it was.

You tilted your head slightly. “And if I lose…”

His gaze stayed fixed on yours. Waiting. Curious.

Then a small smile pulled at your mouth. “Shall I kill you?”

A nervous laugh broke somewhere nearby. Someone muttered, “Jesus Christ,” under their breath while Mina looked seconds away from passing out entirely.

And Jungkook—paused. Barely noticeable. But enough.

Enough for you to catch the flicker of surprise behind his eyes before amusement settled over it instead.

There it was.

For the first time all night, you’d actually caught him off guard.

His tongue pressed briefly against the inside of his cheek while he stared at you across the table like he’d just discovered something unexpectedly interesting.

Then he smiled again. Smaller this time. More dangerous somehow.

“I think,” he said quietly, “I’m going to enjoy this.”

The dealer finally cleared his throat, breaking the tension thickening around the table. “Final hands.”

Cards slid smoothly across the polished surface. Around you, spectators leaned closer while waitresses slowed near the crowd, attention caught just as much as everyone else’s. Nobody downstairs was pretending not to watch anymore.

And Jungkook seemed to enjoy that entirely too much.

His gaze never really left you while he gathered his cards between elegant fingers. Calm. Lazy almost. Like the outcome didn’t matter to him either way.

Which only made you more suspicious.

The next few minutes passed in near silence, broken only by the soft flick of cards and quiet clinks of poker chips stacking higher across the table. You studied your hand carefully before glancing back up—

And immediately caught Jungkook already looking at you. Again.

“You know,” you muttered, “most people play poker by watching the cards.”

A quiet laugh left him. “I am watching something. Something worth my time.”

Cocky. Annoyingly cocky.

You rolled your eyes despite the warmth creeping embarrassingly up your neck. Across from you, Jungkook leaned back slightly into his chair while the dealer revealed another card.

A subtle shift moved through the crowd instantly. You noticed it. So did Jungkook.

But unlike everyone else, he didn’t react much at all. His expression stayed unreadable while he glanced down at his cards one final time.

Then something changed. Small. Quick enough most people wouldn’t catch it. But you did.

The slight hesitation in his fingers. The deliberate choice hidden beneath casual ease. The card he could’ve played— and didn’t.

Your eyes narrowed slightly. Interesting. The final reveal hit the table seconds later. Silence. The dealer blinked down once. Twice.

Then finally— “You win.”

The reaction around the room was immediate. Shocked whispers spread through the crowd while someone near the back actually cursed under their breath. Mina looked moments away from collapsing entirely beside Namjoon, who somehow seemed significantly less surprised than everyone else.

But you barely noticed any of it.

Because across the table, Jungkook looked far too calm for someone who had supposedly just lost.

No frustration. No disappointment. Nothing. And suddenly—you knew why.

“You cheated,” you said quietly.

The murmuring around the table continued, loud enough to hide the conversation from everyone else. Jungkook’s gaze lifted slowly toward yours, dark eyes unreadable beneath the gold lighting.

“Did I?”

“I saw what you did with your cards.”

For the first time all night, his smile changed slightly. Less playful. More knowing.

Then he shrugged once. Casual.

“I lost.”

Your stomach flipped annoyingly. Because technically, he had.

The dealer awkwardly cleared his throat again while the surrounding crowd waited expectantly for what came next. You could practically feel their curiosity pressing against the table. Everyone downstairs wanted to see it now.

The kiss.

Jungkook stayed seated comfortably, one arm draped against the chair while he watched you with quiet interest. Not demanding. Not impatient.

Just waiting. Like he already knew you’d do it. Which honestly made you want to annoy him more. Slowly, you stood from your chair. The room fell quieter immediately.

You stepped around the table while dozens of eyes followed your every movement. Across from you now, Jungkook finally tilted his head slightly upward to look at you properly. And for the first time all night—he looked uncertain.

Just a little. Like even he didn’t know what you were about to do. Good.

You leaned down slowly, one hand resting lightly against the edge of his chair. Close enough now to catch the faint scent of whiskey lingering beneath his cologne. Close enough to notice the way his attention dropped briefly toward your mouth.

Then—you kissed his cheek. Soft. Brief.

And completely wrong for what everyone downstairs had expected.

The silence afterward felt deafening.

You pulled back just enough to meet Jungkook’s gaze again. Up close, you caught it immediately—the faint surprise flickering behind his eyes before amusement slowly replaced it instead.

“A deal’s a deal,” you murmured lightly.

Then you straightened and walked away.

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— he’d stand behind you with his chin on your shoulder while you’re talking to friends, listening carefully while pretending not to care. but the second you’re alone? he’s pulling you into his chest with that tiny pout.

— and the thing is, he knows exactly how attractive he is, so when he gets possessive it feels unfair. because he’ll look at you with those huge eyes while his rings brush against your skin, acting all soft while secretly trying to drive you insane.

— he’s also the type to get extra affectionate afterward. kisses on your temple, arms around your waist from behind, low whispers in your ear asking if you’re still his favorite person. as if there was ever competition.

:<:<:<:<:<:<:<

• late night jungkook

— late nights with jungkook are dangerous because that’s when he gets the softest.

— he’d call you at ridiculous hours just because he misses hearing your voice. half asleep, deep raspy voice, whispering things like, “can’t sleep without you.” and suddenly you’re wide awake staring at the ceiling trying to survive.

— if you’re together in person, he becomes unbelievably clingy at night. he’d drag you into bed by your wrists with a sleepy grin, wrapping himself around you like a human weighted blanket.

— his favorite thing is when your face is tucked into his neck while he plays with your hair absentmindedly. he talks quietly about random things - songs stuck in his head, dreams he had, little thoughts he’d never admit during the day.

— and when you kiss him while he’s tired? it changes him instantly, because sleepy jungkook kisses slowly at first, all warm lips and lazy touches, but the more you kiss him the more intense he gets. one hand sliding under your shirt, the other gripping your waist tighter while he sighs softly against your mouth like he’s addicted to you.

:<:<:<:<:<:<:<

• teasing jungkook

— this man LOVES teasing you. not even in huge ways sometimes, just enough to make you lose your mind slowly.

— he’d lean close to your ear while you’re out together and say something flirtatious in the calmest voice imaginable, then walk away smiling while you’re left stunned. or he’d casually call you “princess” in front of people knowing exactly what it does to you.

— he’s especially bad when he notices you getting flustered. if you hide your face? he’s pulling your hands away to look at you. if you avoid eye contact? he’s tilting your chin up with a grin. if you get shy after he compliments you? suddenly he’s complimenting you ten times more just to watch you squirm.

— and the worst part is how smug he gets about it. that tiny bunny smile while he watches your entire brain short circuit because he whispered one sentence in your ear.

:<:<:<:<:<:<:<

• protective jungkook

— jungkook would be unbelievably protective over you, but in quiet ways.

— walking on the outside of the sidewalk automatically, pulling you closer in crowded places without even thinking about it, or keeping one hand on your lower back while guiding you through doors or busy rooms.

— if someone makes you uncomfortable, his whole demeanor changes immediately. his voice gets deeper, calmer. he steps closer to you, his jaw tightens just slightly.

— he wouldn’t even need to say much because his presence alone is intimidating enough.

— but the second you’re alone again, he melts right back into softness. checking if you’re okay, kissing your forehead, rubbing circles onto your hand with his thumb.

— and after stressful days? he’d hold you against his chest for hours if you needed it. jungkook feels like safety. warm hoodies, strong arms, quiet reassurance, and kisses pressed into your hair while he whispers “i’ve got you.”

:<:<:<:<:<:<:<

• affectionate jungkook

— physical affection is basically jungkook’s love language, he always wants to be touching you somehow.

— holding your hand under tables. hooking his pinky around yours while walking. absentmindedly rubbing your thigh in the car. pulling you into his lap even when there are perfectly good empty seats nearby.

— he’d kiss you constantly too. quick kisses while passing by, slow kisses before bed, forehead kisses when you’re upset, random shoulder kisses while hugging you from behind.

— and he LOVES when you initiate affection first. if you crawl into his lap or kiss him unexpectedly, he genuinely gets so soft about it. his eyes get all wide for a second before he starts smiling against your lips like he can’t believe you’re real.

— he’d absolutely stare at you all the time too. like full-on heart eyes, completely whipped. watching you talk while smiling to himself because somehow you still make him nervous no matter how long you’ve been together.

:<:<:<:<:<:<:<

• post-argument jungkook

— jungkook hates fighting with you.

— even if he acts stubborn at first, the second he realizes you’re genuinely upset, it completely ruins his mood. he’d go quiet afterward, sitting there replaying the argument in his head while secretly missing you even if only twenty minutes have passed.

— he’s not the type to leave things unresolved for long, eventually he’d show up beside you with soft eyes and a quieter voice, nudging your leg with his knee like he’s trying to reconnect without saying it directly.

— “come here.” and the second you melt into him, he wraps his arms around you so tightly like he’s scared you’ll disappear. forehead pressed against yours, hands rubbing slowly up and down your back while he apologizes softly.

— he’d kiss you gently after arguments too. not rushed or teasing for once - just slow, affectionate kisses because he wants you to know he still loves you no matter what.

— and afterward? he becomes extra clingy for the rest of the day. constant touching, constant kisses, constant “are you okay now?” every five minutes.

— because even when he’s annoying, he knows he’s still your favorite person.

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• gym jungkook

— working out with jungkook would actually be the biggest threat to your sanity, because he KNOWS he looks good.

— he’d pretend to focus on exercising while secretly watching your reactions through the mirror every time he lifts his shirt to wipe sweat off his face. and if he catches you staring? immediate smirk. “you distracted?”

— the worst part is how touchy he gets afterward. his hands are warm, slightly rough, resting on your waist while he pulls you close with flushed skin and messy hair. he’d hug you straight after workouts without caring that he’s sweaty because he likes hearing you complain while secretly hugging him back anyway.

— and gym jungkook absolutely loves when you praise him, tell him he looks strong once and suddenly he’s flexing jokingly just to hear you say it again.

— but despite all the teasing, he’d still be sweet enough to fix your posture during workouts, standing behind you with his hands on your hips and quietly telling you “good job” when you get something right.

— which is honestly way more dangerous than the flirting.

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• possessive jungkook

— not toxic possessive, just very very obsessed with you.

— jungkook likes reminders that you’re his. your lipstick stains on his cups, scratches on his back, your perfume lingering on his clothes after hugs.

— he’d absolutely love when you wear things he bought for you too because there’s something about seeing you in them that makes him stare a little too long.

— and if another man flirts with you in front of him? oh he’s immediately wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you flush against his side.

— a calm smile, dangerously pretty eye contact, completely territorial energy.

— then later, when you tease him for getting jealous, he’d just bury his face in your neck and mumble something like, “can you blame me?”

— and honestly? no. not when he looks at you like that.

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• kissing jungkook

— kissing jungkook would genuinely feel addictive.

— he’s the type to start soft at first, sweet little pecks, smiling against your lips, hands gentle on your waist, but he gets carried away so fast. especially if you kiss him first.

— the second you pull him closer or tug lightly at his hair, his entire energy changes. suddenly he’s kissing you deeper, slower, like he’s trying to memorize you.

— jungkook also LOVES holding your face while kissing you too. his thumb brushing your cheek, nose bumping against yours, quiet little sighs every time you kiss him back harder.

— and he’s absolutely the kind of boyfriend who kisses you for no reason. mid-conversation kisses, interrupting-your-sentence kisses, sleepy “come here” kisses, clingy “don’t leave yet” kisses. he just always wants one more.

You crawled across the bed the second jungkook sat on the headboard, sleepily settling on his lap as he let out a breathy laugh. One arm wrapping around your waist while the other held your cheek softly. Pressing against his hard chest as you let out soft noises from how warm and needy you feel.

His hand rested on your hip while he stared down at you quietly for a second.

Soft dark eyes, slightly dazed, lips parted like he forgot what he was about to say the second you climbed into his lap.

“hey baby,” he whispered, thumb rubbing against your waist. “You okay?”

He said it so gently it made you melt, turning your head softly kissing his palm, “ mhm..” You hum as an answer.

God, you want him to touch you everywhere, talk to you with his gentle voice as you grind on his crotch, feeling his cock get hard on your pussy.

Jungkook buried his face against your cheek with a quiet sigh, nuzzling against your skin as he softly bite on your cheek.

“You smell so good baby,” he murmured, lips brushing your skin, “my pretty girl”

You whimper at the pet name, grinding desperately on his cock. Creating more friction between your clit and his jeans, chasing that sweet spot as you feel your panties getting soaked from your wetness.

“That’s it, baby,” he whispered softly, kissing the corner of your mouth. “So pretty for me.”

A quiet whine slipped from your throat before you could stop it.

Jungkook smiled instantly at the sound, he loved hearing every needy little noise you made. He guided you gently by the hips, helping you settle into a rhythm against him.

“Yeah?” he murmured, rubbing his nose against your cheek again. “Need me that bad?”

You only nodded weakly, eyes half-lidded, another soft sound leaving your lips when his hands slide slowly up and down you back to your ass kneading it a little.

“My sweet girl,” he praised quietly. “Always so needy for me.”

You wanted to take his cock out and put it in your mouth so badly, but you’re so sleepy, his gentle voice and praise so soothing and hot, you just want him to touch you for now.

“Please touch me koo.. i need it..” you moan as you guided his hand between your thighs.

“Feel how wet im for you..” sliding his hand into your panties, feeling your wetness soaking his fingers as a shaky grunt left him, followed by a slow, uneven breath.

“Fuck.. baby you’re so wet..” he said in a dizzy tone, followed by his middle finger slowly rubbing your clit. Sharp electric feeling hits your entire body making you arch your back as you feel him rub your sensitive part.

“a-ah please koo ..right there” you sigh in a relieve, “ please don’t stop” moaning into his mouth. kissing him hard enough to make his head tilt back slightly, hands gripping at his neck as you rock your hips on his hand.

Humming against your mouth as his hand slide down, fingers circling your entrance as you rub your clit on his palm.

The kiss turned messy fast. All heat and uneven breathing, mouths barely separating for more than a second before finding each other again.

Jungkook slowly eased his fingers in, pulling back just enough to look at you properly, breaths still mixing between you.

Your eyes were closed, lips parted slightly from the hot kiss, completely lost in the pleasure from his fingers.

Then his other hand slid up to your jaw gently, thumb brushing your soft bottom lip.

“Open your eyes, baby,” he murmured softly. “ i want your pretty eyes on me,”

The way he said it made your stomach tighten.

You looked at him slowly, and Jungkook let out the quietest breath at finally seeing your gaze again, eyes almost crossed as he started sliding in and out of your pussy.

“ ngnnh.. yes please,” you plead so desperately as you feel the tip of his fingers find your sweet spot immediately.

“Yeah? Right here, isn’t it?” His fingers picked up the pace, his eyes never left your face watching your expression melt in pleasure.

Jungkook is so obsessed with your expressions, making his cock throb in need. Begging for your wetness wrapped around him as he thrust so hard and deep inside your sweetness.

But he is determined to make you come on his fingers first, his mouth waters as he thinks about how your pussy tastes on his tongue. Making a mental note to make you ride his face as soon as you come on his fingers.

Moans kept breaking from your lips, messy and breathless, while shaky whimpers slipped out whenever his his fingers rubbed on your g-spot.

Jungkook barely looked away from your face, completely focused on your face like he had one thing on his mind and nothing else.

“That’s it,” he muttered roughly, almost more to himself than you, determination showing in the way his jaw tightened slightly. Feeling you pouring more wetness as he thrust his fingers in and out of you. Your thighs trembled under his touch, the feeling so overwhelming to stay still.

“Koo im so close..” you clung more tightly onto him, rocking your hips faster meeting the pace he set.

“Yes baby I know, i can feel your pussy tightening around my fingers,” his breath shaking as his heart skipped a beat, feeling your wetness pouring down his wrist.

“Don’t hold back pretty. i got you,” he promised, his thumb stoking your clit, thrusting so fast now.

You let out a loud yelp from the added pleasure, can’t even form proper words anymore. Just broken, breathless pleading between your plump lips.

“Don’t stop— please.”you whimper, arms tightening around his neck.“I know baby I know, I won’t stop.. fuck.. just let it go,”

His gentle reassurance and soft kisses on your neck pushed you over the edge as you let out a loud cry. coming so hard on his fingers as he slowly thrust in and out of your pussy.

“That’s a good girl” he whispered on your ear, “so good for me hm?”

His fingers slide out of your pussy, gently rubbing your slit as he wait for you to catch your breath. His hand moved steadily along your back, soothing and warm, while his voice stayed low and gentle in your ear, praising you softly.

“You’re okay,” he murmured against your hair. “You did so well for me. My pretty girl ⁠♡”

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Note: i wanna thank you guys for the 100 followers 🥹 I didn’t expect ppl to find my horny lil acc im so happy, and i hope u liked this one cuz i was feeling so needy for jungkook earlier i had to write smth 🫠

22 HOURS AND 45 MINUTES BEFORE THE WEDDING.

The universe used to deceive, toy with — or any similar synonym for the previously mentioned words — people; in books, it was seen and welcomed as part of development, character growth, and no one could predict whether it was something good or bad, you simply had to finish reading. — It was inviting, provoking a desire to discover the ending.

In real life — specifically, in your reality — fate could change moods in the blink of an eye, like a grumpy teacher who suddenly becomes the kindest person alive; then, just as quickly, their true “face” returns, and there stood the same old green grouch. — Fate enjoyed playing tricks, putting on little spectacles for you; shows that genuinely caught you by surprise.

It was like any old black-and-white French film, ancient yet somehow rated four and a half stars; not to mention the critical reviews endlessly referenced by the audience. — Good things happened, but without you even noticing, a massive storm was beginning to form, and there was neither an umbrella nor an open store nearby to shelter in.

Alright, maybe — a miserable and terribly suspicious maybe — you could be exaggerating; adding an unnecessary dramatization, something considered “intriguing” for a reader. It was ridiculous, strange to think about, but you refused to blame yourself for it; on the contrary, the blame belonged to the alcohol from the drinks you had tasted.

No, the blame was Chisa’s; she had invited you, along with Juria, to sample the drinks she requested for the after-wedding party. — There were countless beverages, including your favorites, which you practically begged them to serve; you weren’t drunk, but the familiar dizziness brought on by alcohol refused to leave you alone. The bride was getting her bridesmaids tipsy before the wedding — what a catastrophe!

“If the marriage depends on this one…” — Your voice was low, unable to hide the exaggerated amusement caused by the alcoholic drinks you had consumed earlier. You were referring to the newest cocktail on the menu. — “I regret to inform you, but you two are getting divorced in six months.”

Juria nearly spat out her drink; Chisa opened her mouth in theatrical shock but quickly burst into laughter, lightly shoving your arm as she joined in on the joke.

“Shut up! Namjoon spent half an hour choosing that flavor.”

Again, you weren’t drunk; stepping away from the warm little bar — somewhat minimalist, considering it wasn’t the actual wedding bar space; it was painfully obvious it had been put together at the last minute. Typical Chisa idea. — without stumbling, though dangerously close to wandering somewhere you weren’t supposed to be or allowed to enter.

No one would want to have their sleep interrupted — or anything else, really, you never know — by a stranger at this hour. Actually, what time was it? — In any case, you would hate to act like Hoseok at Jin’s wedding; according to your friends’ retellings, he had tried to break down one of the apartment doors in his building because he thought the lock was broken.

Yeah, you definitely did not want to reach that point.

Silently thanking yourself for not choosing tight shoes for a simple outing with your friends, you followed the path back to your room. The hallway of the hotel chosen and reserved by the couple for their guests to stay in — you couldn’t deny that it resembled a small, dazzling private village; surrounding the resort were countless places and attractions worth visiting. — was empty, wrapped in a silence that was hardly bothersome; it was comforting, leaving only the sound of your footsteps echoing softly.

Despite the noises made by the wedding planners and organizing staff somewhere in the distance — far enough that no one could complain or protest against the sound — occasionally drifting through the halls, nothing bothered you.

From all indications, you were about to have one of the best nights of sleep in your life; well, at least that was what you hoped, mentally crossing your fingers that anxiety and slight desperation over the wedding would not keep you awake all night. — Placing your bridesmaid dress beside you on the bed, wondering whether there was any possibility you might catch the bouquet and what exactly you would do if you did, whether Taehyung would truly go through with the speech he kept promising to make.

Would you even be a good bridesmaid? It was your first time. What if your dress suddenly didn’t fit you anymore?

Be honest, especially with yourself; none of the things mentioned truly disturbed you — aside from the speech your friend claimed he would deliver at Namjoon’s wedding, specifically — none of it could genuinely irritate or destabilize you. They were trivial events, things that might worry you in a ridiculous way, but that could easily be solved after taking a deep breath. They were refutable concerns.

“He’s going to be Nam’s best man. Don’t make that face, you’re adults.” — Chisa had warned you days, weeks earlier, almost casually, as though she hadn’t just dropped one of mankind’s greatest catastrophes into your lap.

There was no need to mention his name to know exactly who the bride was talking about; wow, wonderful.

Adults, sure. — Adults who had broken up two years and two months ago — specifically, two years and two months — and who, for some contradictory and painfully lingering reason, had never truly drifted apart or cut contact; it didn’t make sense, honestly, it was almost shameless. — You never blocked each other on social media, never deleted each other’s phone numbers; though that did not mean you texted or called one another.

Sometimes, in rare moments, you would receive a notification that he had liked a photo, viewed a story, or simply clicked on a music link you had shared with your followers; it would be foolish to claim you never returned the gesture. You liked his photos too, videos of Bam.

Small things, insignificant enough to satisfy the both of you, pretending they meant nothing. And maybe they truly meant nothing.

You had broken up — there was no betrayal, no screaming match, no catastrophic fight that left both of you wounded; the feeling of loss and distance had slowly built itself into the relationship, fueled by financial responsibilities and the executive position he inherited from his father in the family company located in another city. No one stopped it, no one asked the other to fight against it; a terrible mistake, and not one made by you. — yet the door between you remained slightly open; neither of you brave enough to fully open it, nor courageous enough to finally shut it.

“I spent months planning my wedding and, honestly? My greatest entertainment is still watching you two pretend it’s completely over.”

Jesus Christ, what monumental stupidity.

“Shit, did i lose…?” — you muttered, feeling suffocated while searching through your small purse for the card. The tiny object — the key to entering your room — was probably right beneath your nose, yet somehow impossible to find. — “Don’t tell me i’ll have to…” — “sleep with Juria,” You would have finished saying had you not finally spotted the card tucked between your wallet.

A sweet sense of peace awaited you; grabbing your phone, you noticed several message notifications from the girls, along with someone requesting to follow you. You could worry about that later. — The clock read 9:25 P.M; honestly, you thought it was much later.

Before sliding the access card into the door, you heard another door close, the sound echoing through the hallway. Naturally, you were not going to check or look at whoever had stepped out of their room, but there was a strange urge compelling you to see who it was; another regret to add to your list.

Lifting your heavy, sleepy eyes, your shoulders stiffened, frozen in place. Under different circumstances, you might have dropped your purse onto the floor or simply opened your door and thrown yourself inside the room in the purest act of desperation.

Jungkook was there, only a few feet away from you.

He was leaving the room almost right beside yours, with only two rooms separating them — like some cruel and malicious joke played by fate itself; you wished you could feel surprised, or at least fake the shock, but you had grown accustomed to fate’s particular behavior toward you. — Well, it wasn’t as though you hadn’t been warned.

His hand still rested on the doorknob, as if he had forgotten what he was about to do, where he was going, or whether he had left something behind in the room but felt too embarrassed to go back for it; classic Jungkook behavior, from what you remembered.

He was wearing a white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms, exposing his tattooed arm; the first few buttons were undone, and his hair sat in a soft, slightly messy style. — It was a new haircut; the last time Jungkook had posted a picture of himself, his hair had been a little longer. It was a simple image, ordinary, nothing overly elegant, yet enough to make your stomach twist; that familiar tightness forming like a knot inside you. Funny — and painfully vulnerable — how your body could remember the damn man before your mind even had the chance to react.

No, the alcohol was to blame.

Jungkook’s lips, along with the piercing — he had removed the labret, you noticed while shamelessly staring at him — curled into a small, inviting smile; he looked like someone who had never hurt a miserable fly in his entire life.

“So this is where you’ve been hiding.”

“I wasn’t hiding.” — Your response came out too quickly, sharper than necessary against his low, amused tone, clearly attempting to break the tension; it was desperation, nervousness, and irritation at having to explain yourself to your ex-boyfriend. Because it was true, you were not hiding; merely avoiding running into Jungkook anywhere in this hotel.

You hadn’t seen him since arriving, despite knowing he would obviously be attending the wedding. It wasn’t your fault that you had spent practically the entire day avoiding common areas where the two of you might cross paths, occupying yourself with every microscopic detail of the wedding planning or anything your best friend might need. — You were pretending Jungkook didn’t exist, that he was merely a character inserted to “fill a gap” in the story.

But apparently, that strategy had not worked very well.

“Seriously?” — he asked, arching an eyebrow. That gesture was ridiculously irritating and familiar. Back when you were together, it had been even worse; whenever he frowned, his lips would form a pout and the labret only enhanced the offended, childish expression. — “All this time since i got here, and i only manage to see you now?”

The keycard remained in your hand, and the idea of leaving him there without giving any explanation sounded incredibly tempting. Looking away — unfortunately — your eyes landed on the tattoos covering his arm; Jungkook had countless tattoos, and now that you noticed more carefully, some had been covered with new designs. There was barely any empty space left for more.

Running a hand through your hair, unable to suppress the annoyance and exhaustion growing beneath the tension between you and Jungkook, you finally turned toward him.

“Well, i’ve been busy.” — You tried to sound casual. Jungkook was still smiling at you, and after releasing the doorknob, he took a few small steps closer. God, you wanted to throw your purse directly at that pretty face. — “Just like you…?”

“Namjoon needed help with a few things.”

“Of course.” — You laughed humorlessly, shaking your head. — “You’re always helping everyone.” — The words came out more bitter than intended, completely by accident; both of you noticed immediately. Jungkook’s smile faded slightly, though it never fully disappeared.

Your name left his lips softly, as though it were something delicate, something meant to be handled with care; you would be lying if you said you hadn’t missed hearing him say your name like that. You swallowed hard, a knot threatening to form in your throat.

“Jungkook…” — He was leaning against the wall beside your door, close to you, arms crossed over his chest; his biceps were practically begging for your attention, and you were trapped in a dead end. — “I can tell when you’re trying to annoy me.”

“And i can tell it still works, doesn’t it?”

“Good night, Jungkook.” — It was your attempt to end the conversation, or whatever this thing between you could even be called; you assumed he would simply return the greeting and leave you alone. Of course, Jungkook only bit down on his lip to suppress a sly smile and failed miserably. — “My God, you haven’t changed at all.”

“You expected me to change?” — There was a clever sort of curiosity in Jungkook’s voice, as though he expected a convincing answer, perhaps something slightly egotistical; maybe he simply was not in the mood tonight.

“I expected you to mature.” — The hurt still lived inside your chest, endlessly circulating there, and you hated being unable to disguise it, to hide it away; the feeling only seemed to grow stronger, especially considering you had never completely cut contact with Jeon and now, at this very moment, had run directly into him. — “That’s all.”

“Because we break up?” — The bitterness hit you all over again; your jaw tightened, your body growing tense once more and… sad? Seriousness and composure had settled over Jungkook’s expression. — “How predictable.”

“Once again, good night, Jungkook.” — Sliding the card into the slot to unlock the door, your room finally opened before you, silently inviting you inside to rest for as long as necessary. You lifted your head toward the older, still leaning lazily against the wall, and gifted him a polite smile.

You made no effort to hide the fact that his words had hurt you; discomfort mixed with embarrassment in the stiffness of your posture. Right now — and preferably until the end of the wedding — you wanted no more conversations, no more teasing remarks from Jeon. It was enough.

“Good night.” — He said your name slowly while watching you step fully inside the room. You did not look back, which was probably for the best, and shut the door directly in Jungkook’s face; from the moment you entered your room, he no longer existed.

At least, that was what you tried to convince yourself was true.

taehyung (9:56 P.M.): guys

taehyung (9:56 P.M.): i lost the speech copy. i think i accidentally deleted it..

yoongi (9:59 P.M.): congratulations

9 HOURS AND 45 MINUTES BEFORE THE WEDDING.

“So…” — Juria scrolled through her phone, busy posting a picture of the beautifully arranged breakfast table; the hotel’s reception area was impeccably stunning. Wondering how much the couple had spent felt both inevitable and slightly rude. — “You texted me at two in the morning and then disappeared.” — She didn’t even look up at you, completely focused on her post. — “Like, ‘something happened’ and then nothing?”

“I ran into Jungkook in the hallway last night.” — You took a sip of your coffee while waiting for your friend’s reaction; Juria froze, lowering her phone and placing it beside her cup.

“What?” — Her eyes widened in shock. — “I knew this was going to happen!” — She declared with such confidence that it immediately made you roll your eyes.

“Before you ask anything, nothing happened.” — Juria raised an eyebrow, clearly refusing to believe a single word coming out of your mouth; she knew perfectly well that you and Jungkook did not simply “run into each other” and leave it at that.

“Nothing?” — She repeated suspiciously. — “Judging by your face, and by how well I know you, that’s a lie.” — You let out an annoyed sigh, crossing your arms. — “How long are you two going to keep doing this?”

“Juria, please…” — You pressed your fingers against the side of your head, already unable to tolerate your friend’s comments. — “He just… appeared out of nowhere! And he kept acting like nothing had happened between us, like it was casual, normal for us to meet in that hallway.”

Deep down, you knew it had been casual; in the end, it meant nothing.

“And here we go again.” — She muttered, bringing a glass of pineapple juice to her lips while slowly shaking her head as she listened to you. The group of friends you and Jungkook shared still found endless entertainment in this old story.

You would never bet against them; especially not when they probably believed something could happen between you and Jeon during this wedding. — To make matters worse, the bride herself was likely encouraging it.

“Sweetheart…” — Juria softly said your name. — “Our best friend’s wedding is in less than ten hours. Forget about him, at least until the party’s over.” — The woman rested her hand gently over yours. — “I hate seeing you make that face instead of enjoying a place like this.”

Juria shrugged; she knew she was right and hated the emotional mess that man had left inside you. But she also knew there was still a small spark burning in your chest whenever it came to Jungkook. She knew you better than anyone — knew how much his presence could both disturb you and feel painfully absent at the same time.

“You have every right to still be upset, he hurt you.” — she continued. — “But the two of you still keep contact in every possible way. That’s basically like leaving the wound open and pouring alcohol on it.”

You stayed quiet; you hated when Juria’s lectures actually made sense and left you feeling embarrassed. — Sighing, you lifted your eyes to meet her face and offered a soft smile, silently signaling that you understood the message she was trying to give you; suddenly, Juria’s eyes widened.

“Don’t look behind you.”

“What?” — you asked, frowning in confusion at your friend’s reaction.

“Jungkook’s coming this way right now.” — The second you heard his name, you shot up from your chair and let go of Juria’s hand; reacting in pure panic, like a child caught doing something wrong. A second later, Juria burst into laughter. — “Oh my God, you actually fell for that?”

“Fuck you, Juria.”

2 HOURS AND 39 MINUTES AFTER THE WEDDING.

Two hours and nearly forty minutes after the ceremony — which, without any exaggeration on your part, had been magnificent and deeply emotional; a heavy warmth filled your chest while watching one of your best friends get married. It had been impossible to hold back tears and, for the first time, you genuinely did not care whether your makeup got ruined. — Chisa and Namjoon’s wedding had evolved from an elegant and highly praised event into a gathering of dangerously excited friends with unlimited access to alcohol and music.

The ballroom was euphoric, chaotic in the best way possible. The decorations remained impeccable, of course, flowers covering every corner while songs played one after another; the guests danced and celebrated as if nobody in that room had responsibilities or a life waiting for them the next day. — And honestly, everyone was right to do so. It was a moment worth celebrating.

Actually, making a mental note to yourself, you needed to congratulate Namjoon on the DJ choice; there was truly nothing to complain about when it came to the flawless summer electrohits playlist.

At the table closest to the bar and slightly near the dance floor, the situation had become amusing — something classic and painfully typical of “bridesmaids and groomsmen at a wedding.” The group of friends had gathered to gossip, judge, and relive everything that had happened during the ceremony and beyond; apparently, not everyone forgot certain moments so easily in this life. Maybe the newlyweds were somewhere wondering how much fun they could have been having with all of you instead.

Half the group was visibly drunk; the other half was pretending they weren’t.

Sitting between Yoongi and Jimin, you were holding what you believed to be your fourth drink of the evening; and frankly, it was incredibly rude to ask a woman how many drinks she had consumed. While listening — or at least attempting to — to Taehyung and Hoseok’s conversation, the topic centered around the damn speech Taehyung had lost from his phone notes and somehow managed to rewrite in less than twenty-four hours. — Which was honestly impressive.

“So that’s why you woke up so late?” — Juria asked, seated beside Hoseok while grabbing one of the little desserts a waiter had placed on the table. — “You spent the entire night rewriting it?”

“I swear i don’t even know how i deleted that shit.” — Taehyung covered his face with both hands. — “It was bizarre! One second i looked and it was there, then the next second, POOF…” — He gestured dramatically, mimicking a magic trick to demonstrate the disappearance of the text. — “gone.”

“Want to bet he probably archived the folder and just didn’t notice?” — Yoongi whispered in your ear; he seemed far more sober than everyone else sitting at the table. In response, you laughed softly and nodded in agreement.

The conversations changed every two minutes, always ending in loud laughter and childish threats. Clearly, no one was in any condition to continue a responsible topic; you felt a slight amount of pity for the other guests seated near your table.

“One of Namjoon’s aunts flirted with me.” — Jimin loosened his tie before taking a sip of whiskey; he said it as though it were the most ordinary thing that had happened all night. — “I swear on my life i saw her wink at me."

“Which one? The one in the green dress or the light blue one?” — Juria asked.

“The green dress.” — Hoseok, unable to contain his laughter, let out a loud, “That’s amazing.” — “It’s not! I’m thirty years old, and she’s like… sixty-two?” — he said uncertainly.

“Love has no age.” — Yoongi shrugged, finishing his drink.

“Shut up, Yoongi.”

Before Jimin could point accusingly at Yoongi, two familiar presences approached the table. Instead of the bride and groom, it was Jin and Jungkook returning; a few minutes earlier, they had gone in search of food — more specifically, more desserts. Judging by the plate Jin was carrying, they had successfully satisfied whatever cravings had possessed them. — The plate was filled with tiny sweets of different sizes, all of them irresistible.

Jin dragged over a chair from an empty nearby table and sat down at the end of yours; Taehyung did not even wait for his friend to settle before stealing one of the desserts from the plate.

“What did we miss?” — Jin asked.

“Jimin almost becoming part of Namjoon’s family.” — Yoongi summarized the entire situation, which immediately caused another wave of chaos at the table.

Shifting your attention elsewhere — and choosing to disguise any possible exchange of glances — your eyes drifted toward Jungkook. It was a fleeting moment, stealing glances at him from the corner of your eye. He remained standing, one hand tucked into his pocket while the other held a champagne glass, quietly observing everyone at the table with a polite, warm smile. — Enjoying the company of old friends he no longer saw very often; well, some of them.

Until his eyes landed on you for slightly longer than they should have.

Jungkook’s jaw tightened, his head subtly turning in your direction. You did not know how much longer you would be able to resist, whether eventually you would look back and allow your eyes to meet his; part of you wanted to.

It didn’t take long before Jungkook pulled over a chair, just like Jin had done, positioning himself at the table to join the mediocre yet affectionate “meeting.” — To make the situation even worse, your ex-boyfriend sat directly across from you.

“I believe it.” — Jin, already thoroughly entertained, continued the conversation while pointing at Jungkook. — “One of the aunts asked if Jungkook was single.” — At the mention of the situation, Jungkook tilted his head back dramatically, unwilling to relive the memory; everyone at the table — including you — burst into laughter at Jin’s story.

And automatically, Jungkook lifted his head again, straightening his posture toward you; as though hearing your laugh among all the others had awakened something inside him. — It always did, even after two years and a few months. — Pushing past the embarrassment, he smiled while watching you enjoy yourself; missing seeing you like this.

Jungkook missed you.

“Just wait until Namjoon finds out about this…” — you said between laughs, wiping at the corners of your eyes where tiny tears had almost formed. Taking a deep breath, you lightly smacked Jimin’s thigh with your hand. — “I’m going to get some air.” — you announced.

“Don’t tell me you’re running away?” — Jimin whispered into your ear, narrowing his eyes suspiciously; honestly, you were surprised Juria hadn’t been the one to say it first.

“I’d call it survival.” — You answered while standing up from your seat, carefully lifting your dress to avoid tripping; besides already feeling slightly affected by the alcohol, the last thing you wanted was to publicly embarrass yourself. Jimin mocked your voice in a higher pitch, and you responded by flipping him off.

Crossing through the ballroom, politely refusing a few waiters offering champagne along the way, the music slowly became more distant, just like the guests surrounding it. Your slightly clumsy steps guided you toward the hotel’s outdoor balcony; the cool breeze gently moved your hair while the sound of the party became muffled in the background. — You truly needed a brief escape; not because your friends’ company was unpleasant. — Only because one particular person did not belong on that list.

Resting your hands against the balcony railing, you took a deep breath to fully enjoy the atmosphere; flowers still dominated every corner, filling the space with color and life. It resembled a garden. It was beautiful.

“Still running away from me?”

Your eyes shut immediately — tightly enough that it almost hurt; you wished you had a glass in your hand just so you could down whatever was inside in one go. God, you could throw yourself off that balcony.

Of course he had followed you. — Turning around slowly, you found Jungkook standing there with his hands tucked into the pockets of his dress pants, his tie gone; his hair was still perfectly styled, and his eyes were completely fixed on you. His tongue pressed against the inside of his cheek — a habit of his.

“You think you’re very important.” — You tried to challenge his ego, which only made him smile. Jungkook took three steps closer. — “Don’t you ever get tired of this?” — You threw him an ironic smile.

“And don’t you get tired of being angry at me after all this time?” — he shot back.

“Don’t tell me you want to talk about this on the day of our friends’ wedding.” — The sarcastic smile faded from your lips, your amusement disappearing completely.

“You act like i ruined your life.” — Frustration flickered across Jungkook’s face as he pulled his hands from his pockets to gesture properly. — “Is this really fucking necessary?” — Instead of that familiar spark that always drew people in, there was only confused sadness in his eyes now. — “Acting like i left because i wanted to.”

The words struck painfully against your chest; sadness overtook the happiness you had carried throughout the ceremony and party, if only for a moment. Maybe you had underestimated how much this would hurt; you always knew you would have to face Jungkook eventually, there was no escaping it — even though you had tried. — The wound from the breakup had never healed, not for you and not for Jungkook. — Years of longing, resentment, pride; an unbearable mixture buried inside both of you.

Jungkook did not dare look away from your face. He wanted to catch every movement, every tiny reaction, even the smallest twitch of a nerve; perhaps this would be the first and last time he cornered you with everything left unsaid between you. — If you no longer wanted to see him, if you wanted to finally put an end to this cruel hurt or cut your ties with him forever, this was the opportunity.

“I have every right to still be hurt, Jungkook.” — It was the only thing you managed to say to him; and he agreed, you were right. Step by step, your ex-boyfriend moved until he was only inches away from you. — “God, i became pathetic.” — Your words refused to come out the way you wanted; you stumbled over them, nervous with him standing so close.

“Fuck…” — His rough voice startled you. — “It was hell trying not to think about you all the time. Sitting through meeting after meeting, trying to keep that company from falling apart, I kept thinking about you.” — Your heart was racing violently now, the sensation unbearable; at that exact moment, chills spread through your body while your legs threatened to weaken beneath you.

You looked away; you could not handle it anymore. Jungkook, however, kept his dark eyes locked on you.

“I never moved on.” — Jungkook’s voice dropped lower after saying your name; rougher, heavier. He was closer now than he had been a minute ago, his cologne surrounding you completely.

The silence between you was miserable, unbearably heavy. You could hear Jungkook breathing, trying to steady himself, and beneath it you sensed anger mixing with something far worse — desire. You still wanted him. — Years of unresolved desire, suffocated and buried alive. — Fuck, you were remembering every single thing you had tried so hard to forget, everything you pretended you had already overcome.

“Jungkook…” — Everything happened too quickly. Jungkook held your face the same way he used to and kissed you with overwhelming hunger, a force he had been restraining ever since he saw you in that hallway. The two of you had been holding this back for far too long.

You should have pushed him away, you really should have. But instead, you grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him even closer. The feeling of his piercing brushing against your lips was painfully nostalgic; apparently, you had missed the labret after all. — There was no gentleness, no patience, no softness to it; the kiss carried anger, traces of resentment, and desperation. — You were pouring every buried feeling from the past years into it.

Jungkook’s hand slid down to your waist, gripping tightly enough to probably wrinkle the fabric of your dress; the hold was firm, daring. He pulled your body flush against his. — A sigh, dangerously close to a moan, escaped your lips mid-kiss, making Jungkook’s mouth curl into a sinful, devastating smile. — He kissed you again immediately, maintaining the same desperate rhythm, kissing you deeply, almost consuming you; biting your lower lip the same way he used to.

God, you had missed this so much. Missed him so much.

“Still mad at me?” — Jungkook rested his forehead against yours while trying to steady his breathing. That old smug tone of his; you could not decide whether or not you had missed it too.

“Shut up.” — He laughed softly. Jungkook’s other hand moved to your cheek, caressing it gently; his thumb brushed along your chin and lips. His dark, shining eyes looked at you with warmth now, relaxed in a way they had not been all night.

“You’re really going to ruin me.” — Whispering the words against your lips, Jungkook carefully removed your hands from the collar of his shirt, intertwining his fingers with yours instead; then he guided you away from the balcony and back inside the hotel — only toward somewhere else entirely.

And you knew exactly where Jungkook was taking the two of you.

3 HOURS AND 36 MINUTES AFTER THE WEDDING.

The walk to Jungkook’s room had been… peculiar, to say the least — aside from the fact that you had left your purse, along with your room keycard, back at the table with Juria — with the two of you clinging to each other, kissing against walls like reckless teenagers left unsupervised; whoever had been monitoring the security cameras had certainly been given quite a show. — It was horrifying to think about that fact for too long.

Surprisingly, Jungkook’s room keycard was already in his pocket, meaning there was nothing standing in the way of your privacy. — And everything about this felt urgent, desperate; completely beyond either of your control.

Across Jungkook’s room — especially scattered over the floor — lay discarded dress shoes and high heels alongside your beautiful, ridiculously expensive dress and the remaining pieces of Jungkook’s suit, not to mention your undergarments; the contrast was strangely fascinating to witness. — If his tie had been there too, it would have completed the picture perfectly. — Neither of you wanted to waste time; every second felt precious, even with the entire night stretching ahead of you.

After all, no one was going to notice your absence.

“I missed you so much, sweetheart.” — His words brushed against your skin, warm and intoxicating, followed by wet kisses and lingering pecks; Jungkook’s lips traveled across your collarbone, occasionally dragging his tongue over the sensitive skin. You squirmed slightly beneath him, tiny laughs escaping between your breaths from the ticklish sensation. — “Fuck, i missed you so damn much.” — Jungkook buried his face in your neck, inhaling the scent of your perfume; you could feel the cool metal of his piercing brushing your skin.

“Ggukie…” — He kissed and nipped at your neck while one of his hands slowly traced over your stomach before sliding upward toward your chest; Jungkook’s long, tattooed fingers brushed over one of your nipples, already sensitive beneath his touch. The slow movement of his thumb and forefinger drew soft, breathless sounds from your lips.

He remembered your weak spot. Jungkook recalled, for countless nights, the times you managed to orgasm just from him touching and rubbing your boobs; he lost count of how many times he masturbated, trying to relieve himself as much as possible, remembering this. — Unfortunately, he didn't want to admit that he knew the exact count; Jeon wasn't proud of the aforementioned feats.

He also wasn't proud of keeping an old piece of your lingerie for so long; well, he didn't steal it, actually, he doesn't remember how the black piece had appeared in your suitcase among your clothes when you were moving to Busan. — Jungkook really couldn't explain it but he never complained; and he didn't think it would be a good idea to inform you of what he had already done with it.

"How cute." — Surprising you, you felt your ex-boyfriend's teeth biting your neck with enough force that you scratched his chest in defense; it was just a little scratch for Jungkook. — "Still with that nickname." — He wasn't complaining. Removing himself from your neck, Jungkook's face was now face to face with yours; the older's dark eyes stared at your lips, then at your eyes. He was impeccable, almost irritatingly so. — That damned man could beg you for anything, and he'd receive it instantly; and vice versa.

Leaving a trail of kisses on your lips, Jungkook moved down to your breasts; specifically, to your left nipple. He didn't have the patience he wished he had, he didn't wait to bite your nipple, making no attempt to hide his hunger. His tongue snaked across the erect nipple, teasing it with desire and running his teeth over it, just to provoke you. — Your moans and whimpers stood out in the room and reached Jungkook's ears; you writhed on the bed, euphoric. Pleasure heated your boobs, almost making you explode. — Thinking of relieving the excitement, she tried to guide your hand towards your pussy, running it over your body and Jungkook's, but he interrupted you, grabbing your hand and holding it tightly.

"No, no…" — He said between wet smacks; Jungkook sucked and pulled your nipple with his mouth. — "Don't touch that pussy." — It was an order, his voice was authoritative and very hoarse, it seemed dry.

It seemed that, at the moment, Jungkook didn't have time for foreplay. — Even with his mouth on your boobs, he wanted to satisfy a hunger that had been consuming him for a long time; the obsession with your boobs never left him.

Releasing your hand, you positioned it on the nape of his neck; lightly running her nails over the area and sometimes down to Jeon's broad, robust back. — With a wet and loud "plop," Jungkook's mouth released your nipple, and there was a line of saliva connecting his mouth and your nipple; adjusting his posture, the older's hard penis pressed against your thigh. The wet, throbbing sensation made you salivate at the thought; it was lewd, immoral. — Jungkook noticed it too.

"Love, princess…" — He mumbled, as if lamenting or trying to apologize for something, nonsense. Jungkook frowned, starting a poorly formed pout on his lips. — "I promised i could eat you later, but i need…" — God, this man of hers was ridiculous. — "I need to be inside you."

Placing your hands around Jungkook's face, your fingers caressed the boy's cheeks and soon, joining your lips again for a long kiss: leaving a little kiss on the mole below Jungkook's lips, it was your favorite.

"I missed you too," — You murmured, actually whispered to Jungkook. For the first time that night, you confessed to him and didn't regret it, of course not.

Even with the poor lighting, only the bedside lamp was on, the gleam in Jungkook's dark eyes was more radiant than ever; funny how that was possible. The dynamic, its contrast, could change in the blink of an eye; it was completely admirable. — Running his hands down to your thighs, holding you more securely and firmly, Jungkook kissed you once more, more delicately but continuing with voluptuousness, desire; your tongue was caressed, sucked, and came into contact with the man's teeth, unintentionally.

Between your legs, your… ex-boyfriend encountered no obstacle to his accommodation; his large, heavy penis brushed against your thigh, and sometimes involuntarily made contact with your folds, which, even so, left you anxious. Jungkook noticed. — Opening your legs slightly, Jeon held his penis and positioned it at your pussy; in an up-and-down motion between your wet folds. He was stimulating you.

During the kiss, you bit Jungkook's lower lip as you felt him penetrate you all at once, accompanied by a cry of your name. — Damn it, it had been so long and your pussy had gotten used to that emptiness, and only he could fill it. — He only gave one thrust, but hadn't fully penetrated you: a few centimeters were still missing.

Damn, you were fucked; literally.

"Take a deep breath, my love." — Jungkook whispered through his teeth, sucking on the jewel in his mouth. It had been a long time, your pussy needed to get used to that familiar size. — You obey him, inhaling deeply, feeling Jeon's hips press even harder against you; more loud moans and whimpers echoed through the room. — "Relax." — He licked your lips, then licked the corner of your mouth, where a small trickle of saliva ran down.

"Jung…" — You moaned wildly. Jungkook kissed your chin, biting and growling as he pushed your hips away and thrust forward, pounding into you. The sensation was delicious, pleasure burned through her body and every neuron in your head.

"So good, damn it." — He groaned, squeezing your thighs and probably leaving finger marks on your skin. The wet noises, which had been timid before, began to crackle between your bodies. You were so full. — "Fuck, fuck."

The sounds, wet noises mixed with moans, growls — as well as the headboard against the wall — were deafeningly fucking, echoing through the room. His large, heavy penis stretched your again, the way you had dreamed, longed for, and missed so much; you felt the tip of his head hit the most sensitive and vulnerable spot inside you.

Jungkook's name, and several variations of barely spellable nicknames, repeatedly escaped your lips; only he was on your mind.

"I've spent nights dreaming about this, ugh, you know…?" — He said between moans, becoming more wild and abrupt. Jungkook was covered in sweat, his body trembling; your nails scratched his biceps, leaving a reddish trail across his skin. — "Are you listening, Jagiya?" — Then he called your name authoritatively, wanting an answer.

"Ggkie, yes…" — You repeated to please him; you licked Jungkook's lips, you was out of your mind. — "Oh, Ggkie… please, please." — You didn't even remember what you was begging him for.

Jungkook's teeth attacked your shoulder; his hips were out of control, penetrating you with such force and desire. Your velvety, warm walls tightened around his cock, and he would have loved to admire your pussy devouring him, but he wanted to savor the moment. — He could contemplate the sight later. — Jeon knew he was close, he knew you were too, he recognized your signals.

God, your body went into shock, your felt yourself trembling unbearably; there was no trace of consciousness in her mind, she didn't care about anything else around you. The only thing that mattered was Jungkook. — Your Jungkook. — You felt him all over your body; he was trapped inside you. Damn, experiencing the bulge, the size of Jungkook's cock again drove you crazy.

"I'm going to, fuck…" — He growled in her ear, his breathing was defiant, completely unbalanced; it felt so good. With each thrust, Jungkook growled, cried out her name. — "I'm going to cum inside you." — Followed by several curse words. The wave of ecstasy, that knot in your stomach, was closer than you thought; your nails scratched the boy's back, bringing unbearable pain but covered in pure excitement. — "Did you hear, love?"

The final impact, bringing a last thrust, made Jungkook fill you with his sperm; your walls, full of your pleasure, continued to warm his cock. The damned man moved his hips forward, almost merging with you, so that nothing would be wasted. — While your body remained in post-orgasm shock, the sensation was delicious, you could say; it had been a long time since the last time you managed to come so well. — Well, it wouldn't be necessary to say who the last time was with…?

You tried to recover, to regulate your breathing. — Jungkook was still inside you — Jeon moved away from your neck, after leaving a small bite on your sweaty skin, to look at you with his sleepy and delighted eyes; Even covered in sweat, with extremely messy hair and traces of drool, you remained impeccable to him. — And you were still smiling, shyly. My god, he was begging to deserve you again.

Jungkook loved you so much. He never stopped loving you.

"Gongjunim," — The old petname, the affectionate way of calling you, came out softly and carefully; Jeon swore he felt your pussy throb, tighten around his cock, but he tried to control himself. He chuckled nasally, touching noses. Neither of you regretted it, that was clear.

The comfort you always dreamed of having back in his arms; that affection, the feeling of home and love. Spending time pretending you hated him, that you wanted him out of your life; you admitted you were lying, regrettably, to survive all the pain.

You had never stopped loving that man.