nevertheone

The tip of your fingers raise up as they hover over his chest. You can feel the warmth coming off his body, calling your shivering self. Goosebumps appear all over your body and you decide to take the heat right here.

The moment your fingers touch Jungkook’s hard chest, it becomes all too real. The warmth, thumps of his heartbeat and the way his chest raises up and down. He’s attentively watching you, wondering what your next step is.

Moving your fingers up, gliding over his damped skin as the droplets fade and sink into the warmth of his tanned complexion. They pause at the line of his neck, where a vein pulses faintly beneath your touch—steady and alive. Your hand slips around to cradle the side of his neck, fingers weaving into his hair you reach as you tighten the grip on it.

Suddenly everything goes still. Breath held and eyes locked, you both move at once as instinct overrides hesitation. Mouths clashing together, you have to convince yourself for a split second that this is happening. The familiarity of his mouth brings you comfort, yet shoots excitement through your entire body as it molds into your lips effortlessly. 

You wonder how you’ve managed to not knock each other’s teeth out. Your body is pressed against Jungkook’s, wet clothes sticking to him as well now. He grips the back of your head, holding you in place as you’re desperate for more.

One minute he’s gripping your hair, bringing a tight pressure to your roots–and suddenly his hands are on your hips, hoisting you up. The impact of your ass hitting the counter makes you groan, though it’s muffled by Jungkook’s mouth. 

Your tongues meet, messy and breathlessly–both of you barely catching any breath but you keep going. Almost as if you’re both scared that if you stop, all of this stops with it. 

You won’t allow that. 

He hoists you up, your mouths glued together as he guides you through the beach house as if he remembers every corner perfectly. Perhaps he does. What he surely does remember is every inch of your body. 

His arms stay securely wrapped around your thighs, holding you up the entire way to the bathroom. Settling you down, you hold onto his biceps tightly to prevent yourself from falling. Your legs feel like jelly, looking for balance that takes a moment.

Jungkook holds your waist until you chuckle lightly, wiping the corner of your lips. They tickle from the intense make-out you’ve just experienced. Watching him back away with a satisfied smirk, he licks his own lips as he tucks thumbs under his waistband. You eat up the sight with hungry eyes, not ashamed to enjoy the sight that gives him enough of a green light–daring him to continue.

He does. 

Even though the clothes stick to his body, as if refusing to give up, he does it effortlessly and the clothes glide down to his ankles. It gathers there and he steps outside it, moving it aside. But that detail is long forgotten as you shamelessly eye his exposed length. 

He’s hard. Something you’ve felt on your way here–but seeing it in person after some time, you’re close to dropping down your knees. 

“Your turn.”

You find his eyes, mirroring just as much hunger as your own eyes have. 

The dress you have on lacks any zipper, which makes it harder to take off especially in its current drenched state. “You might have to help me.”

“Thought you would give me a show.”

“Perhaps next time.”

Now you’re just teasing–both of you rather focusing on the present than worrying about what happens next. You’re not supposed to do this right now. 

He walks up to you in just two steps, careful and slow steps, causing your head to tilt up. He doesn’t kiss you. He doesn’t even touch your face and judging by the light smugness, he’s doing it purposely. Instead, his hands remove the straps, letting them drop down your shoulders. Tugging where the edge covers your chest, he tugs it down. It’s not going as smoothly and for a moment, you giggle as he wiggles your body ever so slightly. 

A soft chuckle rumbles but all amusement fades as he drops onto his one knee, tugging the dress down your breasts and waist. Exposing your perked up nipples, begging for attention–the dress pool down at your feet. 

Suddenly he stands up, eyes dropping down your figure as he wipes his bottom lip with his thumb. “God, I’ve missed this sight.”

That pleases you very much. Finding more boldness in you, you trail finger down his abs. “You know what I missed?”

Before he answers, you drop down to your knees–living for his speechless and admiring state. It boosts up your confidence even more, not in submission but in power. The kind of power that comes from knowing exactly what effect you have. 

Your confidence isn’t loud or forced. It’s not proving anything. It’s simply there—in your posture, in your gaze, in the easiness of your movements. You know you're seen. You meant to be seen.

“Fuck.” Jungkook mutters, closing his eyes and you take it as an opportunity to wrap your hand around his cock.

Giving him a few teasing pumps, you hear him silently curse under his breath. 

“You’re a fucking tease.”

Not answering, deciding to show him in actions rather than words, you welcome him in your mouth. That makes him pry his eyes open, no matter how much they beg to stay closed and bask in the ecstasy you bring him. Familiary and knowingly, he grips your hair at the back of your head and tries his best not to fuck your mouth. 

Tears spring in your eyes as he’s getting too deep in your throat. Your knees start to burn as they rub against the tiles, but it’s pushed aside as you feed off his reactions. Vulnerable, raw and beautiful. 

“Fuck, ba–” he stops himself and you swear your heartbeats skips a beat. “Okay, stand up.” 

You stare, frowning a little because that’s not what you were planning. He begs you with his eyes. “I’m not gonna cum so quickly.”

“You would?” you feign surprise, even though it does surprise you a little. Teasingly, you fumble with your fingers as you give him an innocent look.

He purses his lips, “It’s been a while.”

It has been for you too. 

“Don’t look so shocked.”

“Do I?” you question, not moving an inch as he closes the proximity and presses his thumb on your nipple. 

You bite down your lip, quicking your breaths. 

“You had orgasms, didn't you?”

He shakes his head with a smile, “My hand doesn’t do its job. Not like you do anyway.”

“Jungkook.” you whisper at the confession, growing weaker each second and every time he confesses such things. 

He’s always been doing a perfect job at that. Most men would be embarrassed, seeing it as a potential weakness. They’re the men right? Women crumble beneath their feet. They’re the weakness. Not women.

It’s not like that with Jungkook. 

He’s not doing it from pure horniness. He’s honest and unafraid to say it–even show it. 

One second his hand plays with your nipple, the second it’s between your legs and cursing once he feels the wetness coating his fingers. 

“Just–”

“Hm?”

“–just fuck me.” you almost beg, not caring how desperate you sound. 

He listens. He connects your lips and backs you into the big shower. He turns the tap and cold water coats your bodies as you shriek in shock. 

“Jeon!”

He laughs, “Sorry. Haven’t heard that one in a while.”

He backs you to the wall, eyeing you like a prey. 

“Jeon?” you ask, “Pretty sure you’ve heard it recently.”

“Not in this way anyway.”

“What way?”

“Playful. Seductive.”

“Seductive?” you giggle.

“Yeah,” he nods, hand finding its way back between your lips. You bite onto them harshly, moaning. “Though I prefer Kook.”

“How about Kookie?” you manage to get out through moans as he slips finger inside your walls. 

He grips your neck, gently but his touch is there. “Don’t mess with me.”

Shaking his head, he does so as if he wants to remove everything that involves the one nickname you’ve never called him. It’s so fun to tease him, especially in this position. He hoists up your thigh over his hip, holding it there harshly as he adds another finger. 

“Fuck–I’m not–” You don’t even get to finish sentence, totally crumbling under his touch. He kisses your cheek bone, nibbling on your earlobe next and before you realize, you’re coming undone in seconds. 

Hand wrapping around his wrist as he slows down his pace, you breathe and open your eyes, realizing the water is lukewarm and no longer cold. Wrapping your arm around his neck, you bring him closer and kiss him. 

“Now fuck me.”

“You sure?”

“Did you bring me in here and get naked just for this?”

He laughs, “Just for this? Ouch. You came in under a minute.”

You gasp, “It was more than a minute.”

He shakes his head teasingly, not saying anything about it. “It’s fine. I would’ve too.” 

And you know he’s not talking about being in your position, boosting his ego. He’s talking to you on your knees and sucking him off. 

“Now turn around and let me fuck you.”

You obey without any complaints, gasping as he holds your hips and pushes you to him. Your palms slide down the tiles and try to hold your balance there. You can feel his cock against your ass cheeks, hovering there and twitching at the contact of your skin.

“Listen–” he starts, “I don’t have–”

You turn around, eyes barely opened as your walls clench around nothing, wetness sliding down your thighs. His eyes meet yours as they slowly move down between your bodies. Realizing he’s talking about the lack of protection, you’re not sure if you’re touched that he hasn’t brought any of those–for whatever reasons–or bothered that he even mentioned it and you didn’t even think of it.

“Fuck me, Jungkook.”

Both of you know what this means. You’re consumed by the lust and excitement, not wanting to waste another second. Somewhere outside, you can hear rain pouring even through the droplets hitting your bodies and shower tiles.

No words exchanged, just the touch on your hips that is reassuring that he’s right there and he’s not going anywhere anytime soon. It’s a faint touch, almost unnoticeable, but you feel it clearly as his thumbs give your skin a soft caress. 

That’s all you feel before he slowly starts entering you. Both of you curse, stopping any movements to catch a breath. 

“You good?”

“Yeah, just go slow.” you assure him, breathing out as you could cry from feeling him like this again. You never thought it would happen, not any time soon anyway, even though deep inside you’ve always hoped for it. 

He moves deeper and slow just like you asked, filling you up to the brim as you feel a deep groan behind you. Your muscles relax, begging for more and with no words needed, he pulls out and thrusts in. Each time quicker and more deep, using your moans as his personal guide.

The slap of skin meeting echoes in the bathroom, your moans joining in as his grunts and touch become heaven to your senses. Bodies colliding, he reaches for your breast and plays with it, grasping it tightly as he gives your ass a loud wet slap. 

“Fuck–you’re perfect.”

You want to tell him to shut up. Purely because it’s enough to make you come and you beg mentally. Please let this last longer. It can’t be forever but just a little bit longer. A little bit more. 

Your mind goes pathetic over him.

He fucks you hard, each movements becoming more erratic and passionate–causing you to hold yourself against the tiles with hands spread, preventing your head from smashing agaisnt the wet tiles. Your breasts move with each thrust, feeling his fingers digging into the skin of your ass and hips, wondering if it's going to bruise later. 

It doesn’t hurt in a bad way. It brings you closer to the edge if anything. 

“I’m gonna–” He groans, not being able to finish as he’s too close to reaching his high. Instead, he kisses down your neck and gently bites the skin there.

“Come inside.” 

“W–what,” he stutters, wondering if he’s heard you right.

If you’ve wanted to try this, now is the right time. He’s the right person to do it with. Or perhaps your mind is clouded with lust, not really thinking of your actions. But you don’t care. You need him. You need to feel all of him. 

And if this happens only once–let this be the time.

“Come inside, Kook.”

“Fuck–” 

You barely get to finish your sentence, hearing him curse and go absolutely feral makes your mind blank. It’s ridiculous how out of your body you suddenly feel. It’s like a dream–maybe it’s the lack of sex in your life lately, you desperately tell yourself.

Or it’s just the fact you completely gave yourself to him. It’s just sex. But another world to you.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Somewhere in this time, you blabber something out of your mouth, not even sure what you’re saying–your mind completely fucked. You turn your head to the side as you feel Jungkook's mouth on your shoulder, biting you everywhere he has access. As your mouth gets closer, both of your mouths clash together–barely even kissing but making most of it.

Your body tenses and relaxes right after, surrendering yourself to the man behind you as you orgasm all over his cock. Wetness shoots out of you and you shiver, legs growing weak as you suddenly feel warmth exploding inside you. It makes your walls clench repeatedly as Jungkook continues thrusting, filling you to the brim. Mouths just there, not being able to comprehend the rush of lust, unmoving and breathing moans into each other’s mouth. 

He stays there for a second, wrapping his hand around your waist to balance you. He gives your lips a gentle kiss. “I’m gonna pull out, yeah?”

All you can do is nod, a noticeable pulse between your legs. He pulls out gently, kissing your shoulder as he hisses silently at the feeling. You feel wetness pouring out of you, washed by the water as some of it glides down your thighs.

Turning around, Jungkook helps you as your back meets the wall. Both of your eyes’ are barely opened, still bathing in the ecstasy the orgasm has brought. He comes closer, pressing your bodies together as you naturally hug him closer.

“That’s the best sex I ever had,” he confesses.

“Same.” you agree right away, breathlessly, trying to wrap your head around what just happened.

Jungkook steps back, just a little, enough to reach the shower gel he squirts on his palm. Putting away the bottle, he warms the gel between his hands before gently massaging your shoulders. As he spreads the fresh-scented liquid across your skin, you sigh, your body melting beneath his touch.

“I can’t believe we did that,” you whisper, voice barely heard over the sounds of water.

“Regrets already brooming?” he jokes, voice raspy and deep.

You shake your head, closing your eyes for a moment as he works on your muscles, moving down your arms.

“This is one of the few things I won’t ever regret.”

That catches him by surprise—just enough for his eyebrows to lift before they relax, and he looks... relieved.

“I feel the same.” he says, motioning you to turn around. 

You do, not arguing as he massages your back. God, you’re going to fall asleep as soon as your body meets the mattress. 

“I’m starting to understand how most men insist on having… raw sex.”

Jungkook chuckles softly behind you, clearly finding your shyness—and your reluctance to say it—amusing. “So–what do you think about it?”

Your cheeks heat up, acting as if you didn’t just experience it on your own moments ago. “I–I love it.”

Jungkook reaches out, softly cupping your breasts. Your back straightens, breath catching in your throat as his name slips past your lips.

“You can scratch it off your list.”

Your eyes open at that, a playful chuckle escaping your lips. “You remember?”

“I do.”

“The deal is off.” you remind him, as if it’s supposed to mean something. 

“I like to make dreams come through.” 

Something softens inside you. Is it ridiculous to think he’s being thoughtful? Especially when it comes to this topic? His answer is supposed to come out jokingly, yet they hold some truth to it. And you wouldn’t want this to happen with anyone else at the moment. You’re glad it’s him. 

And despite everything–your fears, doubts and who knows what else–you don’t think you will ever regret this decision. 

God. There’s so much happening inside you—like your body’s being electrified from within, in the most incredible way. If you could, you’d let it happen again. And again. And again.

That scares you. But you don’t let that thought hover over your head for too long. 

He moves down your stomach–his touch smooth as silk–there’s nothing sexual about it but you’re fighting back the urge to push him just to have sex again.

Silence follows, just the two of you enjoying each other’s company as Jungkook pampers you. Once he’s done, he gently guides you right after the big square shower head as the water streams washes off the remaining foam.

Your eyes meet, a silent connection between you makes you both smile. As Jungkook goes to reach for the shower gel, you’re faster. You copy his actions from before as his mouth parts in silent surprise. 

“You–”

“It’s only fair I take care of you too.”

He chuckles as his eyes drift downward. You realize you’re witnessing him being shy—which doesn’t happen often—and the sudden realization makes you smirk.

“You don’t have to do that.”

“Uh-uh.” You shake your head, spreading the gel across his chest, feeling all the muscles flex beneath your soft touch. “I like to repay.”

“You can barely stand on your feet,” he comments, prompting you to smack his chest. He laughs, eyes crinkling at the corners.

Somehow, with wet raven-black hair and flexing muscles, he manages to look both hot and cute with that toothy grin.

“Thanks to who?”

Now he’s the one who smirks. “I’m not complaining about that.”

“You cocky bastard.”

As your laughter naturally and softly dies down, you move down toward his lower abs where his V line is, wondering if you just should–

“Don’t.”

“Huh?” You’ve been caught. How does he know what you’re thinking of?

“I don’t think you’re ready for a second round.”

You grin, “Is that a challenge?”

“We do have a plan tomorrow,” he reminds, “Besides. Wasn’t this supposed to be a one time thing?”

He’s straight–forward. But you should’ve learned that a long time ago. It’s not a matter of lately, maybe a while after your deal started, but Jungkook has been going straight to the point. 

You gulp, shamelessly admitting; “I could make an exception.”

He smiles, reaching toward your cheek as his thumb rubs your cheek bone. “Tell me tomorrow.”

“Why tomorrow?”

“When your mind is not clouded by the first experience of raw sex.” 

You poke him in the ribs, causing him to flinch as he laughs. “I’m serious.”

“You think I don’t think straight?” you challenge him with a raise of your brow.

“Y/N, the first time I went raw I thought I could go like that until sunrise.”

“Did you?”

You’re not sure if you want to hear about his previous sex life. Is it fit to be discussed in this position? 

“I mean–were you able to…”

He smiles, “Guess.”

You gulp, not sure if the steam comes from the water or from you. 

He finishes your previous task while you shampoo your hair, not caring that you should’ve done it beforehand. It’s not your fault things turned into the best sex of your life.

Still, you can’t help sneaking glances—because, for some reason, Jungkook doesn’t pull you into bed to go another round.

So, rather than just standing there like an idiot waiting for him to wash himself, you turn around and busy yourself.

Out of sight, out of mind… right?

Once you’re both done, Jungkook helps you out of the shower. You’ve clearly underestimated yourself—because the moment you try to take a step, your legs feel like jelly. You can move, but the aftermath of what just happened still lingers.

He wraps a towel around your warm body, steam rising from your skin as if you'd just been extinguished. Both of you start to dry yourselves off and once you’re done, Jungkook hangs towels on a rack, gently taking it from you.

Your eyes start to drop as you make your way to the bathroom, too lazy and sleepy to dress yourself. “Will you mind if I don’t wear pajamas?” 

Jungkook drops beside you on his front, hugging a pillow. “Are you trying to kill me?”

You sleepily laugh, “No?”

“Alright, I will keep my hands to myself.”

I never said you should, you think, but the smile you make says it all. Pulling up the covers, you make yourself comfortable. Within a minute, Jungkook’s comforting scent and slow breathing lull you to sleep.

Your arms brush gently as you both settle close, the warmth of his forearm resting lightly against yours. Neither of you reach for hands, but the quiet contact speaks volumes. Safe and warm–you drift deeper, wrapped in the silence between breaths.

Beach waves come up as your consciousness rises awake, heard in the distance of your opened double wing door. As someone who doesn’t believe in air conditioning turned on while sleeping, you asked Jungkook to open the door instead.

By the time you came out of the shower, the only trace of rain was the fresh air and wet sand you saw out of the window. 

The air is slightly more fresh and a faint breeze brushes past your exposed shoulder. Although, the sun shining through the glass and thin curtains warms your skin. 

Cracking your eyes open, you’re met with bright sun which causes you to squint at the clock beside your bed. 

Fuck! It’s almost eleven. 

One thing's for sure. Your sleep felt like heaven and you not even once woke up during the night. 

“Tell me it’s at least eight.” Jungkook’s groggy and raspy voice resounds from beside you, sheets rustling under his body moving. 

“Hate to disappoint. Close to eleven.”

“Fuck.” he groans. “I could sleep for days.”

You laugh, “Same. Shame we have to leave tomorrow.”

“Mhm,” he hums, coming closer as he presses a soft kiss onto your shoulder. You shudder, smiling immediately and hoping Jungkook can’t see it, so he could brag about it later.

“Jungkook.” you warn him.

“I’m a good boy.”

His actions say the opposite as he presses another kiss. And then another. And another. 

Turning on your back, you push his head away gently and laugh at his pout. “Are you hard or what?”

“I’m getting there.”

And when you least expect it, you feel the pad of his fingers touch your thigh ever so gently. 

He comes closer, lips brushing over your ear. “Are you wet?”

“Maybe,” you whisper, “I’m tired though.” Tired for sex is what you mean.

One movement and Jungkook pulls you closer, your back now facing his chest as you feel his hand between your legs. You might be tired but your legs open on their own, welcoming him there as he chuckles in satisfaction and slightly in a cocky manner. 

“So am I.”

He enters you with his fingers, a soft moan leaving your mouth. No other words exchanged, you grab his wrist after a moment. Jungkook grabs your inner thigh and raises it, entering you gently and slowly. 

Moans fill up the bedroom as he keeps his pace slow, hitting all the right spots in the softest yet meaningful way. The two of you don’t hold for a long time and the pace quickens up with time and each thrust. Moans get louder and breathing harder.

Your hand goes into Jungkook’s hair and you grip it tightly as he kisses your neck, both of you reaching for the high. You come first, just in the right time for Jungkook to pull out and come all over between your legs. 

“Fuck.” he says, breathing into your neck as he kisses you there.

“Mhm, that was good.”

Jungkook stays laying behind you, your hand caging his arm as you hold him. Without any other words, the two of you sleep into another slumber.

It’s way past lunch time, yet here you are.

Jungkook shirtless, freshly out of the shower, making the two of you cereal bowls. The sun casts a golden glow over the kitchen and Jungkook’s skin, reminding you of the beautiful weather outside. 

In other cases, you would say it’s a shame since half of the day is gone. But in this case, you don’t care at all. 

You don’t want to think. You purposely block your thoughts, not allowing them to cloud your mind even if it’s just for a moment. This peaceful vibe should last as long as possible. 

The center of your attention is a man, you don’t want to fight with or discuss things that have been discussed already. He moves with ease around the kitchen, as if it’s his own home and you realize, you barely had a chance to experience the calmness of a morning. 

The first days you tried to experience as much of Hawaii, there was not a place for calmness and then after what happened, you both went kind of separate ways of exploring this incredible island. 

He turns around with a ceramic white bowl, catching your gaze as he cracks a soft smile. Your mouth waters at the sight of the first meal of the day. It’s your fault though. You’ve been ignoring your rumbling stomach and prioritize more minutes under the sheets. Besides different stuff.

“How about we stayed a little longer?” 

He gently pushes the bowl in your direction, swiftly turning around and grabbing his own. Palm covering the entire bottom of the bowl, Jungkook starts eating while standing as he chuckles at your surprised look of bewilderment. 

“W–How?”

Jungkook’s jaw hardens as he munches on the cereal, shrugging lightly as if his simple suggestion is exactly that… simple. 

“I’ll call the resort and see if we can stay longer.”

“But what about our flight?”

“We won’t go. I’ll book a different flight.”

You stare, brow raised at the simplicity of it all. But from your point of view, it’s anything but simple. 

“What about the money?” you state the obvious, “It will just be out of the window–just like that.”

Jungkook continues eating, his head pointing toward your very late breakfast, urging you to eat. Hesitantly, you grab a spoon and start eating. 

“I will pay for it.”

“No!” you protest with a full mouth. “Are you crazy?”

“Guess I am,” he grins, “Look. I do think we should stay longer and honestly, I don’t care about the extra money.”

“But I do and I won’t let you pay for my tickets. You’ve already paid enough and you know how much I hate it.”

“Don’t you wanna stay longer?”

You chuckle in disbelief, “Of course, I do. Who wouldn’t?”

“See?”

“Kook–it’s not all that this is about.” 

He smiles.

“Why are you smiling?”

“You called me Kook again.”

You roll your eyes, laughing at the soft sparkles in his eyes that show enthusiasm. “So?”

“I’ve missed it,” he admits and your heart softens. “We came here to relax, have fun… I admit, things have turned out differently than we both wanted when we first came here–but I don’t care about that right now. We still have a few things to do and after all, I want us to remember this vacation as something nice to remember and look back,”

You understand. You do. But you can’t let him just pay for everything and you’re not in a position where you can afford to extend your stay. Out of the friends, he has always been the most responsible with his money which can’t be said about Jimin or Taehyung. 

Jungkook’s reasoning is not silly and you fully understand it. Just the circumstances are a little–inconvenient. 

“Because currently, there are only a few moments I would like to look back on once we’re home.”

Moving your gaze toward the milk, you move your spoon around in it and purse your lips. You just can’t look at those puppy brown eyes that watch you intensively. 

“I might’ve sent an email to the owner, asking if we could stay longer so–”

“Jungkook!” you exclaim in disbelief, almost laughing at the cheeky flush of his cheeks. “When did you have the time to do that?”

Memories of yesterday flash through your mind and you sheepishly smile under your nose, quickly looking at your uneaten breakfast. 

“When you fell asleep. I just knew we should stay longer.” 

He moves closer to you, putting away the empty bowl.

“U-huh.”

“What,” Jungkook laughs but not stopping himself and at your failed attempt to stop him. 

“Don’t come closer.”

“What are you scared of?”

“You,” you point out clearly. “Your attempts to convince me always work–you know I can’t–”

“Resist my charms?”

“I was gonna say can’t say no, but whatever helps you sleep at night.”

He stands behind you now, a deep chuckle resounding from behind you. “We both know what helps.” he whispers.

“Jungkook,” you scold him under your breath.

“Hm?”

“Stop it.”

He laughs, moving away. “I suggest taking a rest today. We could have a swim or go for a walk. And if we stayed longer–see? I’m still letting you decide–we could go to the restaurant that has the best seafood. You once said you wanna try everything they possibly have. I’ve still got some fun things for us to do. If you’re interested in hearing them, I will tell you.”

“You’re annoying.” you grumble. 

“One of my charms as well.”

“That’s one of Taehyung’s–actually I have a few people on my mind.”

“See? So I’m not that annoying after all.”

You bite your lip, watching him go back to his place. 

“I’m scared we will fight again.”

Jungkook’s features soften. Crossing his arms over his chest, he gives you an apologetic smile. “We will do everything in our power not to. No pushing anyone else onto ourselves.”

“Noted.” you nod, embarrassingly from your past mistakes that are still not in the past. 

“So what are you saying? We have a deal?”

You chuckle, “I think we should not make deals anymore. Look at us.”

“Freshly fucked, glowing from the incredible sex? I am looking and I’m loving it.”

Grabbing the used napkin scrunched into a ball, you throw it at his. He catches it, laughing. “So?”

“I will find a way to pay you back.”

He just smiles, refusing you to do so but he doesn’t say otherwise. You both know how this goes. Jungkook can be persistent but also very stubborn. And you hope the only fight that’s possibly waiting for you around the corner, is this. You want to pay him and him declining your every attempt.

“Now eat.” he ushers you, “Your cereal will get soggy and we know you don’t like it.”

“You know what I don’t like?”

“You will tell me all about it but I have to make a call–so now excuse me. Don’t miss me too much, I will be just in the other room. And don’t forget–pool or a walk. Whatever you pick. We have a little bit more time.”

He cheerfully walks away while saying it, waving at you from behind as you watch him with the biggest smile. Laughing under your breath, you start eating. Your mouth turns downwards at the sogginess of your breakfast, but you dig into it right away.

Jungkook has managed to successfully extend your stay. You’re yet to inform your friends about it, knowing they’ll ask unnecessary questions. Jimin is supposed to pick you up, so you’ll have to let him know eventually and soon enough. 

The morning had to be the best morning you’ve experienced in a while. Just the thought of it makes your cheeks warm. There’s a lingering wooden scent of Jungkook lingering on your skin, even after the shower you’ve taken. Must be your hair that you haven’t bothered to wash. 

It’s like he imprints himself in your skin every time something like this happens.

And here’s that word. Every time.

You’ve tried so much to put a pause on this, too afraid to lose the remains of friendship the two of you have. Is this a real friendship? Jungkook is still the same man you’ve known for years now. But the memories and paths you’ve both taken are completely different. 

No. No. No. No.

Don’t overthink it. Don’t name it.

Just live in the present and you will deal with it later. 

After the late breakfast, you’ve taken a walk along the beach. Bare feet and tangled hair with the breeze cooling down your warm skin. You’ve talked about a bunch of random things. 

You like that. 

You’ve missed that.

You just roamed around the Island, its street and it made you feel light. You’ve bounced right back where you were, pushing all the stupid arguments you’ve managed to have here in the back of your head. That goes for all of you. 

Yet it doesn’t feel staged or you’re trying to get better purposely. It feels natural. Like everything has been sort of wiped away by the gentle touch and kisses you’ve shared. 

Jungkook has made a plan to take you to dinner. You’ve gushed about wanting to try more seafood even before you’ve boarded the plane. He remembered. 

His thoughtfulness and kindness makes you want to rip your hair off for your past intentions. It was a bad decision that was supposed to be a good one. 

Putting down the compact mirror you’ve brought outside to do your make-up, you wipe off the remains of your red lipstick on your point finger. You like to dab it in to make it look more blended out. 

Glancing back through the open slide door, you find Jungkook laughing at his phone. His features crinkle in an unguarded and sincere way you’ve grown so used to. 

Is it something he’s watching?

And then you hear a faint voice of his, inaudible for you to hear what he's saying and for a quick moment, you think of someone who has made him laugh. That thought of her alone makes your stomach squeeze and hundreds of thoughts start to race in your mind.

Shutting them down, you grab your make-up bag and toss the mirror inside it. 

“Right–thanks. Bye!” Jungkook waves at the phone and before you can make out who it was, the call’s over.

And then there are those thoughts again. Before you let them in once again, you simply just ask. 

“Who was it?”

Jungkook looks up, noticing your presence and he’s quite out of words. He stares, eyes dancing across your face before they take your entire figure in – slowly and deliberately, like he’s seeing you for the first time after a long absence. 

His mouth parts slightly, as if to say your name, but no sound comes out. He just watches you, and for a second, the background noise of waves fades into silence. 

“You look–” he stops, “Wow.”

A rush of heat blooms the apple of your cheeks and your gaze falls down your figure. “It’s–nothing.”

Both of you know that’s a lie. 

You’ve opted for a tight dress with a little gathering around the waist. It has a creme yellowish color, great for Hawaii vibes. 

Jungkook shakes himself out of daze to stand up. Tossing the phone back on the couch like it’s the least interesting thing on the planet, like he hasn’t had his eyes glued to it just a minute ago.

He comes closer and your stomach clenches, knowing that whenever he’s this close you’re a fucking mess. 

“I’m starting to get scared every time you get close.” It’s supposed to come out as a joke, a faint chuckle leaving your lips but it sounds nothing like it. It’s a confession said in a light almost scandalized tone.

“Why?” he chuckles, “Am I that irresistible?”

That cracks a laugh on your lips, gently nudging his chest. But he catches you by your wrist, leaving them against his chest as you feel his heartbeat underneath the layer of cotton. It’s rhythmic, calm and nothing like yours. 

“You’re unbelievable.” 

He smiles, eyes not leaving yours.

“It’s just–you’re dangerous.”

Every time he is close or touches you ever so gently, you crumble. You yearn for his touch, proximity and warmth. He brings you comfort. Disguised as a forgery of silent hopes, pretending it’s just something you’re used to. 

And the look he’s got in his eyes, you’re aware he knows exactly what you mean. He is dangerous. The two of you together are dangerous. 

“You look beautiful.”

You fight it, but the smile stretches on your lips and you have to look sideways, to laugh it off. Amusement spreads across his face and own lips, as he waits for you to look back at him. 

“I rarely see you getting shy.”

“Shut up.” you silence him, this time properly nudging him to play it off cool. He laughs and lets you.

“What kind of compliments have you heard these past few days?” he jokes, causing you to frown at him. “You’re acting as if you never heard one compliment in your life.”

“Yah!” you scold him, trying to fight back a smile. It’s just his face and the fact he’s absolutely having the time of his life to make fun of you. His eyes scrunch at the ends, smile wide and nose scrunched as he laughs.

“I’ve heard lots of compliments.”

“Why are you acting like you haven’t then?”

And you know the answer to that immediately. It’s not what the person says. It’s who the person is. 

“Because they never made me feel like this.”

The confession takes him by surprise, but soon enough is replaced by the smug smile.

“Oh, don’t look so smug!”

“I knew it.” he says triumphally.

“Knew what?”

“You just didn’t vibe with him.”

“Yeah, yeah.” you wave him off, brushing past him to avoid any further mention of Gabriel.

He’s a nice guy and surely, you’ve appreciated his compliments. It’s just that they never quite landed the way they were meant to. Or maybe your mind and everything else is tainted by Jungkook.

“Are you going in a t-shirt?” You change the subject, noticing his choice of clothing he’s had since you came back. Home clothes. 

He glances down, eyebrows drawn in a mix of horror and amusement at the ridiculous thought of showing up to dinner wearing this.

“No. I called the guys, and told them about us staying a little longer.”

Your ears perk up at that, “What did they say?”

“You mean were they questioning the sudden change? Of course. Just told them we weren’t able to see everything we wanted.”

“Wasn’t Taehyung–I don’t know–suspicious?”

“He was teasing as usual. Why?”

You shrug, scratching your forearm in a subtle way. “I sort of told him we were–having a hard time?” you sheepishly admit, “I just told him that I made a mistake.”

Jungkook tilts his head to the side, visibly sensing your sheepishness and uncertainty stirred by the details you shared with Taehyung.

“And we’re past it, yeah?” he assures you, smiling in the process. 

Nodding in confirmation, he puts a gentle hand over your shoulder, squeezing it. “Then don’t worry about it.”

“What I meant to say before, is that no, I am not wearing this.” he laughs, “We got caught up in a talk. Jimin is at Taehyung’s right now, you know how it is with them. Especially when Taehyung starts talking.”

You laugh, “Yeah. Go change or we’re gonna be late!”

“Yes, ma’m.” he salutes. 

Laughing in disbelief, you watch him disappear behind the bedroom’s door. In the meantime, you prepare your heels for the night and browse through your phone. Jungkook finishes getting ready in a few minutes, clasping his watch on his wrist as he joins you in the main room.

It amazes you how men are able to get ready quickly. You’re not someone who takes an eternity to get ready, but men are on a quick mission here.

He looks effortlessly amazing—he even managed to slick some gel into his hair to sweep it off his forehead. He’s dressed in a crisp, lightweight linen shirt—its creme white fabric contrasts with his tanned complexion. The top buttons of his shirt are casually undone, revealing more of his skin. 

He catches your gaze, raising a curious brow. 

Before he can ask, a smirk decorates your lips as your voice is intertwined with amused romance. “You look beautiful.”

He catches onto the joke, you repeating his previous words and the conversation he teased you so much about. He scrunches his nose, yet a playful smile warms up his face as he shakes his head at you.

“What? Too girly?” you tease.

“I’m not sure if any man wants to be called beautiful.”

“How would you want to be called?”

“Try more masculine compliments.”

“Such as? Handsome?”

He laughs, “Yeah, that could work.”

“Or–fucking hot?” 

His eyes light up, clearly savoring that one more for sure.

“Irresistably hot?”

“Keep them coming and we won’t make it to dinner.”

You almost choke up, giggling as he reaches for the leather loafers. They’re black, sleek but breathable for the warm evening.

“Is this how much it takes to wind you up?”

“No. It’s those eyes you’re giving me.”

What eyes, you want to ask. However that would be pointless, because you both know exactly what eyes he means. Even though you thought you were being more subtle about it, it turns out he reads you effortlessly and despite so much happening in the past few days, everything seems to be just the same. 

“What. We are coming here?” Despair laced in your voice, you screech in horror once you spot the familiar place you’ve visited just yesterday. 

You fidget with the car’s door handle nervously, not really convinced to eat here out of all restaurants. Jungkook is faster than you, opening the car’s door for you like the true gentleman he was raised to be. 

“Why here?” You can’t help but ask. 

He remains calm, undoubtedly has heard you now and before. He shuts the door just as gently, your question hanging in the air for a moment. “I was meant to take you here before.”

“Oh,” Your eyes widen at the new information. “You were?”

He sighs, almost as if he’s not very pleased to share further details. “I reserved it for us.”

It brings bitter memories and you realize that’s why. The ‘us’ holds a meaning and your mind goes spiral, before you settle on a possibility that could be true. 

“When?” you ask. It’s simply questioned but there’s an urgency that wants you to prove you’re right.

Even Jungkook looks at you with that look that says ‘You’ve figured it out’.

“Yesterday.”

The night he took Nara instead. That was for you? You were supposed to be at that table?

For a short while, your eyes close gently in disappointment of how everything has turned out to be worse. The night he planned for you in advance for you just to blow it. You both ended up going with different people.

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?” he chuckles gently. 

“For how it turned out.”

His eyes soften, diving into that expression of despair and regret. 

“Well, don’t be.” he says simply, causing you to mockingly chuckle. 

If it was that easy. 

It’s not like you blame yourself for everything. Both of you acted stupid and things escalated. You might’ve started it but you’re both to be held accountable. 

“Besides, I reserved a table again to make better memories here.”

“Better memories?” you question with doubts laced in your voice. He gives you a questioning look, silently asking you to elaborate. “You didn’t seem as if you weren’t having fun the first time.”

He rolls his eyes. “It wasn’t going how it was meant to be.”

“And how was it meant to be?” 

He clacks his tongue against his inner cheek as annoyance crosses over that handsome face. “We both know how. I’m not talking about Nara.”

Your heart jumps at that happily, mocking her pleasantly in your mind. God, you really can be awful sometimes!

“Wipe that smug look off your face.”

Gasping, you stutter over your words – ready to come up with a set of lies. 

“Come on, we’re gonna be late.” He ushers you, effortlessly dismissing your weak attempt to prove him otherwise. 

All you can do is to follow him in the tracks with a sour look on your face, mainly caused by a light embarrassment of him just knowing. He awaits for you at the entrance, motioning for you to go first as the front door is being held open by the doorman. At least there’s a different person that greets you.

The idea of them realizing you both came here with different people twice makes you sheepish but laugh at the same time. 

As you enter the restaurant, you can’t shake off the feelings you’ve felt here. It’s like a bitter reminder of what happened that evening–both of you coming here with different people. And now that you know it was meant to be you and Jungkook all along, it lifts the weight of the bitterness. 

This is Jungkook’s try and your chance to make this memorable. Because god, this restaurant deserves it. Their reviews say it all–it’s a shame your own experience started as it did. Not that the evening wasn’t nice–or Gabriel–but it simply just reminds you of your previous situation. 

The host greets you with a warm smile and a fresh orchid pinned to his linen white shirt. Jungkook gives him his name which makes the host hum in confirmation as he checks the paper. Right away, you’re being guided down the porch as the familiar tables and scenery welcomes you. 

The main dining area is lively and elegant, just as you remember it to be. The scent of plumeria and grilled seafood fills the air, and a live ukulele player strums gentle melodies that drift on the salty wind.

“Where are we going?” you whisper, hand grabbing Jungkook’s forearm for support as you’re being guided through a stone path, the turquoise ocean now dark as the moon shines bright. 

“You will see.” he whispers back, copying your tone as you roll your eyes and admire the beauty around you. 

As you follow the curved stone path, flanked by dancing torchlight and vibrant hibiscus, the lively hum fades, giving way to a hush meant for two.

You get a perfect sight of a private cabana, see a similar one in the distance, as your mouth drops. The cabana is open-air, you would guess it’s mostly designed for couples seeking intimacy. Each cabana is its own little world: standing on the beach and close to the ocean, with sheer white curtains that can be drawn for privacy or left open to the breeze.

A candle glows on the polished wooden table between two wicker chairs, while faint music hums quietly from somewhere just out of sight. Unlike the bustling main space, the private dining area feels hushed and timeless. 

The hosts motions for the cabana, “This one’s for you. You have a special server that is available to you throughout your stay here.”

Speechless and out of breath, you squeeze Jungkook’s forearm as if you begged him to pinch you. Is this how it would feel like dating Jeon Jungkook on a daily basis? 

As the host gives you a respectful nod and bids his goodbye, telling you to enjoy the dinner, a server approaches with graceful ease—barefoot on the soft wooden decking, his movements quiet and fluid, as if not to disturb the moment. 

He wears a crisp, short-sleeved white shirt tucked neatly into tailored linen trousers, the fabric light and breathable in the coastal air. Similar to the ones they were at the main dining area. 

A single orchid is tucked behind one ear, certainly a subtle nod to island tradition.

“Good evening,” he says, bowing his head slightly. “Welcome. May I offer you a glass of champagne to begin?”

“I never want to wake up.” you whisper, hearing Jungkook chuckling lightly.

“Champagne?”

“Mhm.” you squeak, dropping down onto the chair where a plush cushion softens your impact. 

The server pours you a champagne, lightly dropping a strawberry into the glass. He pours it professionally and stands with a perfect posture. 

“Take your time,” he says warmly. “I’ll be just nearby if you need anything—but I’ll give you your space to enjoy the evening.”

He offers you multi-course meals designed to be shared—chilled oysters on the half shell, fresh ahi poke with sesame and avocado, buttery seared scallops, grilled Kona lobster drizzled with a sauce you don’t remember the name of. 

“Yes, thank you. That will be great.” Jungkook smiles, sitting down as he adjusts the sleeves of his shirt.

The server offers a small nod, then steps away quietly, leaving only the sound of waves and soft music in his place.

“What the–” you stop yourself, looking around to check where the server is. You spot his back as he silently walks away to bring you your food and undoubtedly, give you some privacy. “Fuck!”

Jungkook chuckles. 

“What is this, Jungkook?”

He sits back, sucks in his bottom lip as he shrugs. “I wanted something more fancy and this is all they had.”

“This is some kind of place you propose to someone,” you whisper–yell, too shocked to even comprehend what you’re experiencing at the moment. “You’re not planning to propose, are you?”

Jungkook laughs, resting his hand against the clean table as he gently taps his fingers. “No. I am not proposing to you.”

“Good,” you hum, leaning back. He seems to be amused by your reaction, hiding a grin as he keeps watching your awe. “God, Jungkook.”

“You don’t like it?” 

You look at him as if he was crazy. “This is straight out of some kind of movie–or something. I love it–but wow–I can’t believe you’ve pulled this off.”

“Good. One more minute and I would think you hate it here.”

You give him a nasty look, pursing your lips. “How much did you pay for this?”

He leans closer, resting his forearms on the table as he adds with a smile; “None of your business.”

Scoffing, you scratch the top of your ear. “Jungkook… this is one of the nicest things someone has done for me. And I’m not talking about the poshness of this. I just–I don’t think I would ever experience something like this.”

“I am sure you would.” Jungkook says and shrugs as if it’s nothing. You give him a good look at your raised brow.

“You know–this is very romantic…” you note, looking around as your gaze fixes at the lit candle in the end. 

“They don’t really make special cabanas for two best friends who occasionally fuck.”

You start to choke on your saliva, met with Jungkook’s grin as you shake your head. Before you can say anything else, the server comes with a bit of help from someone else from the staff. It’s a woman, she greets you and helps to set up the plates as the fresh scent of sea food fills the air.

Your mouth salivates just from the smell of it. Instead, you reach for the champagne and thank both of them as they finish describing each dish briefly. 

“Jeon Jungkook, I will kill you.”

Jungkook laughs, gulping down the champagne in one go. “Thanks would’ve been fine.”

You both dig into the dishes right away, Jungkook pouring a new champagne out of the iced bucket in the middle of it. 

“To…”

“To us,” you toast, smiling at him. “May we always work it out, no matter how messy we can get.”

“Can’t disagree with that.” he chuckles, both of your glasses clinking as you both take a few gulps. 

You both lean in, turning your attention back to the table as you continue to taste the dishes, savoring the mix of flavors while the sound of waves and your laughter blend softly into the night.

You could get used to this. 

Waves rolling in slow and steady, better than any white noise could ever dream. The sun soaks into your skin, golden and lazy, sinking down to your bones. Naturally. Perhaps after a while, it would become boring and repetitive. The same sounds, the same slow rhythm of days. 

But right now, in this very moment, you’re soaking it all in—every shimmer of sunlight and every breath of salt air.

You crack one eye open, squinting against the blaze of sunlight spilling over your face. The heat stings for a second before you lift a hand to shield your eyes, palm cutting through the glare. When your vision clears, the first thing you see is the pool. 

Sunlight scatters across its surface, complimenting the turquoise color. It’s incredible how clean the pool looks. There’s no imperfection. 

Its surface suddenly breaks with a low splash. Jungkook surfaces with an easy stroke and a breath of air. He stands on the pool stairs, slowly making his way up–too focused, wiping water off his face as he pushes his wet hair back. 

Droplets stream down his shoulders, tracing the lines of his chest and abs before dripping onto the tiles. Your throat goes dry as you shamelessly watch the scene unfold in front of you. You stay stretched out on the lounge chair, head tilted just enough to keep the sun from getting in the way of your view.

A grin curves at the corner of his mouth as he reaches for a towel.

“I see you’re feeling better.”

Bastard. He’s enjoying this.

You reach for the glass of iced water beside you, taking a slow sip. Your throat thanks you instantly as the dryness fades away. You might’ve overdone it yesterday by bringing sushi to the beach house after dinner. 

What? There was so much food that Jungkook practically laughed at you, teasing that you ate like a bird. Ridiculous — this was probably the biggest portion you’d ever taken. And the sushi looked far too good to leave untouched.

You’d heard that at posh restaurants, you’re not really supposed to ask for leftovers. Maybe being a little tipsy didn’t help, because you found yourself voicing the thought to Jungkook. He laughed and, shamelessly, asked them to pack it for you. Of course, they didn’t seem to have a problem with it.

You had no idea what came over you. Your stomach was so full you could have exploded—you kept burping and whining about eating too much. But after a couple of hours, as your stomach slowly started digesting, you couldn’t ignore the sushi set Jungkook had put in the fridge. So, in the middle of the night, you indulged a little.

Your gluttony came with consequences–your stomach ached, and you barely slept. The discomfort was worse during the night, but by the time you both woke up, you’d settled on staying at the beach house, choosing to enjoy the pool instead. Every twist and turn of your stomach reminded you of last night’s indulgence—hence the purely devoted choice of water.

Hence Jungkook’s comment.

Even though he sounds amused now, teasing you for out-eating yourself, he had looked genuinely concerned when he first saw your face scrunch up in discomfort.

“What makes you say that?” you mutter under your breath.

To be honest, you’re slightly embarrassed. Not that all you could think about yesterday was taking Jungkook’s clothes off—and him doing the same to you—you couldn’t wait to get back to the beach house, as shameless as that sounds. Instead, you ended up feeling awful, spending the entire night tossing and turning—not at all in the pleasurable way you had imagined.

Jungkook cocks an eyebrow at you, a knowing smirk hiding behind the beer can as he takes a sip. You watch, mesmerized, as his throat bobs with each gulp. Feeling suddenly too hot, you push yourself up from the chair—maybe a little too quickly, because your stomach protests with an odd flutter. Ignoring it, you dip your toes into the lukewarm water.

Going down the stairs, you get inside the pool–seeing how Jungkook has eyed you the entire time. 

“Who’s staring now?” you muse.

“Who said anything about staring?”

You chuckle. So that’s how he wants to play.

He approaches the pool with a smirk, and your grin slowly fades as a flicker of suspicion crosses your mind.

“What are you doing?” you ask, barely finishing the words.

Before you can react further, Jungkook leaps into the pool, sending a splash that soaks your hair and face. He surfaces, met with the sight of your frowning face. It cracks slightly when you see his wide grin, and the corner of your mouth twitches.

“You wanna laugh! I see it!” he teases.

You laugh, shaking your head. “You’re like a kid sometimes!”

He shakes his head, sending droplets flying from his hair and splashing you in playful revenge. 

“Seriously–hey–”

As the laughter dies down, Jungkook inches closer, his gaze fixed on your face as you wipe away the remnants of his splash. “How are you feeling?” he asks.

“Like I’ve been on a boat for a month.”

“That bad, huh?”

You shrug. “Better than last night, at least.”

Diving into the water, silence surrounds you for a few seconds—until you surface a little too close and bump into Jungkook’s chest.

“Oops,” you tease, though it’s genuinely an accident.

The way he looks at you sends goosebumps down your spine, despite the lukewarm water that’s probably better than most hotel pools. You catch his eyes flicker downward for just a moment, taking in the swell of your chest just peeking above the water.

He reaches, catching a droplet between your breasts, and you inhale sharply at the touch. Your heart races, pounding wildly in your chest as you anticipate his next move. It’s as if he’s weighing whether to continue—or maybe it’s not a question of desire, but of what he should do.

Not wanting him to change his mind—selfishly—you press your hand to his chest, letting your fingers trace over him. He hovers close, so near that leaning in to kiss him feels almost impossible.

He takes the bait—if that’s what it can be called—and wraps his hands around your waist, guiding you toward the side of the pool. 

“I thought you were feeling sick.”

Smiling at that and you hum, “It’s not that bad.”

“You were lying in bed the entire time. You’ve only been out here for, like, an hour.”

And an hour it has been!

“So?”

“You don’t lay in bed for too long. You always find something to do.”

“Yeah, okay,” you dismiss him, wrapping your arms around his neck. He instinctively holds your hips for support as you curl your legs around his waist.

“That’s how I know you’ve not been feeling well.”

“My stomach is fine as long as I don’t make rushed moves.”

“Well that’s too bad then.”

You pout, “I didn’t mean it like–” you sigh, “We can take it slow.”

“Y/N!” he gasps scandalously. “Are you suggesting we have slow sex?”

You roll your eyes, ready to unwrap your arms around him as he holds you tighter. “Why are you holding me then?” you mutter, annoyed. Can he just be horny at this moment? Like any other man would be? 

“Maybe I just want to be close to you,” he suggests with a grin, making you tug at the hair on the back of his head.

Ignoring how soft and tingly it feels, you whisper, “Liar.”

“Why do you think so?”

You press your bodies together, causing him to groan. “For one, because of this.”

A soft gasp escapes your lips as he hoists you up and has you seated on the edge of the pool. He spreads your legs apart, moving your bikini bottom aside as he touches your clit. 

“Ah, fuck.” you gasp.

“God, you really are dirty,” he teases. “Not feeling well, and look at you.”

“I’m suddenly all healthy,” you reply.

He laughs, drawing you closer so your hips rest partly on the edge of the pool.

“Now lay back and enjoy.” 

“Wh–” 

One hand, fingers tucked under your bikini bottom and the other spreading your leg apart, he dives in and it’s only a second before you feel his mouth on you. In one swift motion, you’re laying on your back just as he told you to, ignoring your stomach and focusing on what's going on between your legs. 

He eats you out, slowly and delicately, leaving you a mess who silently begs for more. You move your hips toward him, yearning for more. Your back arches and chest heaves–and you feel you’re almost there. He flickers his tongue against you and soon enough, you reach the end–breathless as your muscles relax.

He pulls your bikini bottom back into place and hoists himself out of the pool as you sit up. A strange, lingering sensation washes over you as the intensity fades.

“You okay?” he asks.

Jungkook helps you to your feet and guides you to the lounge chair, offering a glass of water—now just melted ice.

“I think you should eat something,” he says, nodding toward the back door as you head inside.

Jungkook prepares a bowl of fruit for you, just like the one you had for breakfast, while he makes himself a sandwich. You nibble on the fruit slowly. 

A wave of queasiness hits you like a punch to the gut, your stomach twisting and churning violently. Your mouth goes dry, a bitter taste rising as your body threatens to betray you, and your head spins slightly as you clutch your stomach.

“What’s going on?”

Hand covering your mouth, you stumble toward the bathroom. You barely make it in time, sliding the toilet seat up as your stomach releases everything. The retching sounds are just a noise in the background as you can feel the vomit in your mouth and nose.

Jungkook’s bare feet slap against the tiles as he rushes to the bathroom, worry etched across his face. He bursts in just as you’re leaning over the toilet and letting it all out again. He wraps his hand around your hair and holds it back for you. With a hand on your back, he rubs it gently. 

“It’s okay, let it all out.”

He continues to rub your back until you lift your head once you think it’s over–sitting back softly. 

“Fuck,” you murmur.

“Let me just–” he says, his footsteps rushing as he hurries out.

The taste of vomit is overwhelming, bitter and sharp on your tongue, the smell filling your senses. You reach for the flush button and press it, the swirling water washing away the evidence as you take a shaky breath, trying to steady yourself.

Fuck. The smell and taste linger everywhere, the entire bathroom probably reeking of your vomit. You want to call out to Jungkook, to tell him not to come in—there’s no need for him to be here, in the middle of this mess.

Though, Jungkook comes back with a glass of water, holding it out to you. You rinse your mouth first, letting the water spill into the toilet before taking a small sip. When you hand the glass back, he sets it on the sink and watches you carefully as you settle onto the toilet lid.

Holding your forehead, you give it a slow rub.

“I’m going to the pharmacy to get something to help with the stomachache,” Jungkook says, concern tightening his features. 

You were almost feeling fine. What the hell? Did the fruit irritate your stomach even more?

You press a hand to your stomach, frowning as the discomfort lingers. Then it hits you—slowly, unsettlingly. 

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!

You were supposed to get your period days ago. Your stomach churns for another reason now, one that has nothing to do with the fruit. A wave of unease settles over you as your mind races through the possibilities.

No. No. No. It can’t be!

Jungkook notices something is off—the way your eyes widen, the sudden stillness in your movements. His brow furrows slightly as he steps closer, searching your face. He drops to his knees in front of you, trying to get a clear view of your face, his brow furrowed with concern that has never left.

“What?” he asks, his voice gentle but edged with concern. “What’s wrong?”

“I—” you gulp, squeezing your eyes shut, unable to get the words out. The possibility swirls in your mind, each thought twisting tighter as you replay every moment, every detail that could make it real.

One thing is painfully clear: you had sex. Your mind won’t settle, and you can’t think straight.

“My period—” you gulp again, “it’s late.”

Painfully and slowly, you glance to your right at Jungkook. He jerks slightly, almost as if you’d slapped him, the realization dawning. He slowly meets your eyes again.

“That’s… we only had—” he stammers, trying to make sense of it.

“We had sex, Jungkook. Multiple times—and not just here.”

“I… I didn’t—”

“We both know we had unprotected sex. Women can get pregnant even if—holy shit. Fuck.”

Jungkook runs a hand through his hair, his eyes wide as he tries to process the news—not that it’s definite, but the possibility hangs heavy between you. “Okay… okay,”

“We’re so fucking stupid, Jungkook! I can’t be pregnant!” 

Panic surges through you, your stomach twisting violently as if you’re about to throw up at any second. 

Jungkook, however, keeps a surprisingly cool head. He reaches out, placing a steadying hand on your shoulder. 

“Okay… we don’t know anything for sure yet,” he says calmly. “I’ll go to the drugstore and get a pregnancy test, so we know for sure.”

“Right,” you reply, rushed. “Yeah, that’s a good idea. I’m coming with you.”

He eyes you uncertainly as you stand, concern flickering across his face. “Are you sure? You don’t want to lie down?”

“And think of all the possibilities? Hell no,” you say, shaking your head.

You quickly change your clothes and head to the nearest drugstore, trying desperately to keep your mind off all the possibilities. You can’t even begin to count how long it’s been since you had sex back at home, and the thought twists your stomach again.

Fuck. You’re so stupid. You were so careless. Why would you have unprotected sex?

Jungkook remains silent the entire time, only speaking as he gives you directions where to go. Both of you are dead silent. 

As you get to the store, you rush to find the right section and once you do, you’re met with multiple choices. Never done this before–not imagining you would be doing it anytime soon either–you stare helplessly. 

“How about this one?” Jungkook asks, holding up a box, looking just as clueless as you feel.

You take it from his hands, studying the packaging before handing it back with a straight look.

“It’s an ovulation test.”

“Oh,” he mutters, frowning at the other boxes.

You examine another box, reading the description carefully. “I think this one might be good.”

By the time you finish, Jungkook already has another box in his hands. You check it and give him a nod—he picked the right test. He takes two boxes along with the one you’re holding.

“Just in case,” he explains, and you nod.

“Let’s go, or else I’m gonna throw up.”

“Are you feeling sick again?” he asks as you both head down the aisle to the cashier.

“I don’t know if it’s actual nausea or just the thought…” you murmur, your stomach twisting again.

You reach the cashier as she scans the three boxes. Jungkook pulls out his wallet and pays–not even waiting for the receipt as you politely bid your goodbyes and rush back to the house. 

Once you’re back in the bathroom, you breathe in and out as you pull the test from the box. Jungkook leans against the doorframe, silent, watching as you read the instructions. It shouldn’t be difficult—you just have to pee on the stick and wait—but you still read every line carefully. It’s your first time doing this, after all. 

You tap your legs nervously, biting down your lower lip before finally sitting down on the toilet lid. 

“Hey—” Jungkook’s voice is tight, cautious. You hum in response, eyes unfocused.

“Y/N—” he says again, softer this time.

He lowers himself to one knee in front of you, making sure you’re really looking at him.

“What’s wrong?” you ask softly, searching his doe eyes. He looks… tender.

“I just—” he starts, a quiet, almost nervous chuckle escaping him. “Whatever the result is… please—promise me you’ll talk to me.”

Your features soften, the worry in your chest unraveling as empathy floods in. Here he is—this tall, broad man—on his knee before you, with the most vulnerable look in his eyes.

“Promise me, you wouldn’t just–”

And for the first time in a long while, you’re a witness of the aftermath of his trauma. There’s fear, memories and feelings that are brought back. It’s not that he doesn’t trust you. He just needs your affirmation. 

“Of course, Kook.” you assure him softly.

He nods, slowly backing away to give you some privacy. You share one last time as he gently closes the bathroom door. You take a deep breath and lower your gaze, staring at the instructions one last time before you put it away and take the stick. 

When it’s done–all three of them–you set the tests carefully on the counter as you wash your hands. Opening the bathroom door, Jungkook paces nearby as he turns around as soon as he hears you. 

“We have to wait two minutes.” 

He steps closer, nodding, his eyes scanning your face as if making sure you’re okay. It takes one look at you to see your distress. Well how vacation got another turn. 

You sit on the toilet lid as Jungkook leans against the bathroom sink and crosses his arms. 

“Kook–I don’t know what I am going to do if–”

“Hey–we’ll figure it out okay?”

“No, no–there can’t be nothing to figure out. I can’t be pregnant.”

“Y/N–”

“I’m not ready! I can’t be pregnant–that’s just absurd–we’re absurd–”

“Hey, hey–” Jungkook steps closer and cups your face. That causes you to pause as you stare at him. “We will figure out everything–like we always do. Let’s just wait for the result, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you whisper, “Let’s do that.”

Time feels oddly slow, as if it’s dragging purposely to torment you with the anticipation and fear of seeing the results. Both of you are lost in your own thoughts, minds separate and just hearing the awful silence before Jungkook’s timer goes off. You’re so out of it that you haven’t even noticed he has set one.

“We’re gonna both look at the same time, okay?” you say softly.

“Yeah, okay. Two lines mean pregnant, right?”

“That’s right.” Cautiously, you approach the counter where the sticks rest and before taking a big breath, you both face the sink and take a look. 

You both take each test in your hands to scan it closely. Then your eyes land on yours—and relief floods through you. 

Negative. Not pregnant. 

“Fuck! Thank God!” you almost yell, tossing the sink into the sink as Jungkook does the same and sighs in relief. Rubbing his face, you both check the third just to make sure and once that comes out negative as well–you finally relax. 

“Fuck.” he sighs in relief, relaxes his shoulders.

You toss the tests into the bin, you make your way out of the bathroom–as you sit on the bed.

“Why am I so sick then?” you whine, rubbing your stomach. 

“It seems like you just irritated your stomach with all the food. I don’t think it’s food poisoning, or else you would’ve vomited shortly after the dinner and not the next day.”

Great. Well, it’s probably better than being pregnant. 

However, there’s this odd feeling lingering in the pit of your stomach. A huge relief has washed over you, yes, but there’s that fear of it happening again. This situation just awoke a realization you’ve known based on basic facts of how biology and sex works, but after experiencing it on your own–you know you don’t want to go through this again. 

The risk is too big. And as long as you and Jungkook will keep doing this–it’s not safe. It’s not right.

“I will go to the pharmacy and get you something for it.” 

Jungkook pauses, watching as you step closer.

“Jungkook–”

“Hm?”

You stand, rubbing your stomach. “We got carried away,” 

Jungkook stands, watching as you get closer. 

“It keeps happening again and again.”

He doesn’t need clarification.  Acknowledgement is written all over his face and it doesn’t take too much to realize where this is heading. 

“I know,” he says.

You meet his eyes. “Can we even be friends?”

Jungkook’s features soften. “Y/N…”

“We keep falling into this—on and off. No matter what we say, what we promise—we always end up in bed together. Are we even friends anymore?”

“Of course we are.”

“Jungkook friends just don’t fuck on and off all the time. Ever since we started–we can barely keep hands to each other. We can’t control ourselves, no matter how many times we tell ourselves that we can. We just can’t.” 

He doesn’t argue, knowing everything you’re saying is right. 

“What would happen if the next test comes out positive?”

He has no answer for that. 

“We are caught up in this–whatever this is–and we never even thought about what the consequences could be. This is a dangerous game we’re playing.”

The situation with Kiko was different—she was his girlfriend. When something like this happened to them, it made more sense because they were in a relationship. Stuff like that happens and makes more sense. But this?

You and Jungkook are not in a relationship.

You’re two best friends who got too close and got caught up in lust and attraction. 

“I’m not putting any blame on you, please, don’t think I do.”

“I am not, Y/N. I don’t feel like you’re doing that.”

You smile sadly at him, “Kook. We can’t do this anymore. And I mean it this time.”

He smiles too, cupping your face as you close your eyes, wrapping your fingers around his wrist, letting them trace his skin softly as he caresses your cheek. 

“Kook…”

All of this makes sense. All of this needs to end. And you have to go back to being just best friends. Without any physical contact that might indicate something more. Things might not be the same–how could they? But you can slowly erase all of this and just go back to the friends you once knew. It will probably be the hardest task you will have to do and no one knows how it will end up. If it’s even possible.

And that scares you.

Because your most treasured friendship is at stake—and that thought terrifies you more than anything.

So why does it feel like a part of you is being ripped away?

“I can’t lose you, Kook.” you whisper.

“You won’t lose me,” he says softly, almost smiling—as if the idea itself is impossible.

“What if we can’t go back to being just friends? No sex. No intimacy.”

He hesitates. “I don’t know.”

“Don’t say that,” you plead, your voice cracking, eyes stinging. Jungkook steps closer and presses a soft kiss to your forehead. You grab his wrist, holding on like he might slip away if you don’t.

“We’ll work it out,” he murmurs, stepping back but keeping his eyes on you. A small smile tugs at his lips. “We always do.”

“I hope so.”

“I’ll get you some meds, okay?” he assures you. “And I’ll take the couch from now on. You just lay down and rest.”

You want to argue. The words are on the tip of your tongue, ready to tell him it’s fine—you can share the bed. But you stop yourself. Jungkook notices; it’s evident, and you practically freeze before slowly retracing your steps.

“Thank you,” you whisper softly, almost afraid he won’t hear.

But the reassuring smile he gives proves otherwise.

As soon as Jungkook is out of the house, being the best friend you could’ve ever asked for, you sink down on the bed. 

You feel empty. Even though your mind knows you’ve made the most rational decision—both of you have—tears start to stream down your face. Maybe it’s nostalgia? Or maybe it’s the ache of wanting Jungkook close so badly you can’t imagine not having him there.

No. You can do this.

It will take time—perhaps a lot of it—to get back to where you were. But you’ll do everything in your power to make sure you give it your best effort.

a/n: It’s finally here! Can you believe it? Because I can’t 😭 This year went by so fast – it honestly feels like only a couple of months have passed. I wanted to take this a/n to just talk for a bit, hope you don’t mind. If you stick around to read, thank you so much! Some of you might not know, but I started uni while also working every weekday. A lot has been happening, and it’s been busy. Like, really busy. Finding time to just relax or write has been hard, which is why updates have taken longer. It’s never on purpose, I promise – I just hope you can understand how chaotic adult life can get sometimes 😅 On top of that, my laptop has been acting up lately – glitching, running out of space, the whole deal – so working on my stories hasn’t been the easiest. So yeah, it hasn’t made things any easier 😭 But I’ve been managing, and I still really want to keep writing whenever I can because I love doing it.

I’ve even been offered a few part-time jobs, but I turned them down since I know it’d leave me with zero time (and energy) to write. These stories mean a lot to me – they’re like my little online babies – and I always want to give them the time and love they deserve.

This update and chapter is dedicated to everyone who’s been dedicated, supportive and extremely kind to me. Coming online always reminds me how rare these qualities are in people, and I’m genuinely grateful for every one of you. MH is a crazy journey and it’s coming to an end. I hope you enjoyed this chapter, it’s a year of hard work haha and I’m very happy how it turned out. Don’t kill me what happens in this one ahahah – you know I love realistic stuff and I’m a sucker for angst <33 All the love!!

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