house of cards

I’ve already written a chunk of fics (though not polished/edited yet) but I just can’t find the energy to post it anywhere with all that is happening.

I won’t be deleting my accounts either. And because I’m petty, there might be more shit posts on my other blogs since this hell site is forcing me to participate in this AI bullshit anyway. Let them train their machines on the most fucked up stupid shit humanity has to offer.

Anyway.

We all know that we really cannot do anything with AI stealing our free content and profiting off of it, at least for now. But not posting anymore feels like taking back at least a little of your control over your hard work. Which is just so fucking sad if you think about it. I just want to write and read for free, to bond over common interests, and to just be left alone.

I know that my fics may not be that spectacular compared to others but I just want to share it to communities I am a part of with no strings attached. Despite that, fan artists and writers still poured their hearts and energies to their art so others can enjoy. There really should be no way for their works to be stolen and used on things they do not support.

Fan works are a huge foundation of fandoms yet here are the techbros ruining our fun.

Lastly, seeing Tumblr going in the same direction as any other wretched social media site (i.e. Twitter, Reddit, etc.) despite making it seem like they’re ✨not like the other girls✨ when those sites’ users migrated here feels like a betrayal.

You woke up with a pounding headache and a dry mouth. And the first thought that came into your mind was you’re never drinking again… Well, of course, we all know that is a lie but you’re sure you’re not going to for some time.

Groaning and stretching, your hands landed on a hard… warm? Surface.

Huh.

You tried to move your outstretched hand around and realized that the surface is breathing.

What the fuck happened last night?

While trying to calculate how you’re going to leave the premises without waking the unknown entity beside you, a hum came from the body which catapulted you to jump away from it before trapping yourself against a wall.

Hold on.

A wall?

Your bed isn’t against a wall?

You blink rapidly and willed your brain to work. Looking down at yourself you realized that you’re wearing a somewhat familiar pajama set though you’re sure that isn’t yours.

A louder groan now sounded from the body beside you which made you perk up.

It’s… wait. Hold on just a second.

“Good morning,” he greeted. A small smile adorned Jungkook’s face as he stretched the morning away seemingly not noticing your predicament.

“Why are you all the way there?” he whined, extending his hand towards you. Oh jesus, that raspy morning voice of his is not doing you favors.

“What happened last night?”

“Huh?” he raised his head slightly, trying to blink away his sleepiness.

You gulped, he looks so adorab—no. No. We're not doing that.

“What happened? Why am I here?”

The smile he graced you earlier slowly fell, now registering your defensive stance and your expression. He sighed, sitting up before giving you a wider berth.

“Oh, you don’t remember.”

His shoulders dropped, and his eyes were now more apologetic.

“Remember what?” you panicked, “Oh god! What did I do?!”

“Nothing bad! I promise!”

“Then why are you…?” you asked, unsure of what to say. Frankly, you don’t know what to feel about his expression. He looks disappointed. Of what exactly? You don’t know yet.

“It’s just…” he sighed again, “Look. Nothing bad happened. I will never take advantage of you.”

You nodded. You believe that but…

“How am I in a different clothes?”

He winced slightly before pushing his hair back. Your eyes follow the notion as you try to hide your erratic breathing.

You’re really out of your zone right now. Every little thing he does does not fully register in your brain. You’re overwhelmed with every sensation, and it’s a good thing he doesn’t seem to notice. Or… He could be pretending that he doesn’t.

“Well…” he started, scratching the side of his neck. From which in your confused addled brain you thought was very…

Focus focus, what the heck is going on with me? I feel like a bitch in heat.

“You made quite a mess last night.”

At that, you stopped breathing as your mind worked overtime to remember what you did.

“Oh god…”

He yelped when you dropped suddenly back to bed, covering your face with his blanket. Hope it looked like you’re breathing deeply and not sniffing his stuff.

This blankie smells so much like him—Okay! Not the right time! Goddamnit.

“No, no. It’s not that… bad? I mean, we’ve all been there before.”

“Please tell me everything,” you pleaded.

He chuckled at the sight of you peaking from under the blanket.

“Okay,” he nodded, moving to sit cross-legged in front of you, “I’ll tell you everything.”

“You… well. You called me last night. And it was kinda loud but you definitely said something like “I see so many flashing flights…””

“Oh god,” you groaned. This is so bad.

He chuckled before continuing, “I answered, “Good for you I guess?” and then you panicked and said “no no! Listen to me. The lights are coming to get me!” At that, I panicked too so I immediately told you to share your location with me and drove to the club to get you. You kept rambling about aliens and abductions so I kept talking to you on the phone until I got there.”

You could hear a slight snicker under his words which made you groan even harder.

You tried to bury yourself into the bed, especially knowing that he was holding his laughter for your sake. That was so embarrassing!

“I’m so sorry…”

“Don’t worry. It’s okay. I’m actually glad that you called me.” His playful tone dropped before saying, “I don’t think the friends you’re with have any plans on taking care of you or at least taking you back home safely.”

You sighed at that. That sounds about right. To be honest, you’re not sure yourself on why you agreed to go with them. You’re not even that close.

“Yeah. They are not actually my friend friend you know? We all just take the same classes. I don't consider them that close at all.”

After a brief pause, he pulled his blanket away from your face to hover and glare at you.

“What? You got drunk with people you don’t fully trust? Do you know how dangerous that was?"

You sighed, looking away from him, and tried to make your voice seem smaller.

“Well. It’s not really intentional. The guys kept pushing drinks on me so I left the table and went to dance and then next thing I knew… I’m here…”

Whoops. That is not the right thing to say. Jungkook seemed angrier than before.

You were also aware that just hearing yourself say all that was incredibly dumb and irresponsible. You’re not sure why you still did it though.

He clicked his tongue before turning away from you.

“Hey…” you said softly, crawling closer behind him and poking his bicep.

He took a deep breath before turning his head to you and said, “It’s a good thing you called me, we wouldn’t know what could happen."

“I know.”

“At least go out with someone you trust or if not, try to not get stupid drunk ‘kay?”

“Okay.”

He nodded before turning away from you, jaw still clenched.

“Are you mad?” you asked. You winced when he glared at you again, yeah stupid question.

At the sight of your pout, he heaved a deep breath before exhaling it like he was releasing all his frustrations before shaking his head, “I’m not... I’m just…”

“Disappointed? Yeah, I get it. I’m disappointed in me too.”

“What were you thinking? Seriously?"

At that, you looked down, playing with the loose thread of your pajama shirt.

You can’t possibly tell him that you’re trying to look for an outlet to get someone off your mind. And that someone is him.

You’ve been in love with Jungkook for god knows how long. And you have these occasional self-destructive coping mechanisms to try to move on from your feelings for him. You can’t possibly tell him that.

“Hey,” he called softly while raising your chin with his finger, “You can tell me anything. You used to do that."

“I know,” you said.

In reality, you don’t know.

You don’t think it would be wise to tell your childhood best friend that you’ve been irrevocably in love with him even though he just broke up—months prior—with his long-term girlfriend whom he dated for three-fucking-years.

That’s a long time for your poor heart. You could be shooting your shot now that he’s single, but now all the doubts you’ve been dealing with before he even got a girlfriend and the hurt you felt seeing him with someone else came back with a vengeance.

You just got used to hiding it and being on the sidelines.

Getting hung up with someone you can’t have isn’t an indication that you can’t look for someone else.

So, sometimes, when the feelings are too strong for you to handle, you go out and look for a distraction. Hoping that maybe someday, it won’t be a distraction anymore.

“So, what else happened after you got to me?” you asked, changing the subject.

He frowned, yet he still nodded.

Jungkook stood up and said, “Well, there’s nobody there you seem to know so I decided to take you back home. You were stumbling around and…” he tried to hide his laugh with a cough and continued, “All I’m gonna say is, good thing you already got all the alcohol out of your system before you passed out and not puke in my car."

You groaned and threw yourself back again, hiding your face with one of his pillows, “Oh my god!”

“It’s alright. We’ve all been there.”

“I’m so fucking sorry. That was so embarrassing! Ugh!”

“Well, it’s all water under the bridge now.”

“So, that’s why you dressed me,” you paused and looked at him, “Wait..."

His eyes grew wide at the realization, “I swear I didn’t do anything unnecessary! I just changed your clothes, remove your contacts—which by the way was the worst thing you made me fucking do— and wipe your makeup away, brush your teeth, and put my pajamas on you. That’s all! I didn’t peek! I swear!”

He nodded convincingly. His voice changed pitch and that caught your attention.

You got up on your elbows watching as blood crawled from his neck to his cheeks.

Is he…?

Oh.

“Really? Not even a tiny peek?"

“Nope,” he answered immediately. Almost defensively, hmmm.

You nodded, opting to not tease him further. After all, he took care of your drunk ass.

“Look. Why don’t you shower and I’ll bring some water for you, okay?"

You gasped, “Are you saying I stink?!"

And with a smirk, he moved to the door and said, “Probably.”

“Oh, you—!”

You threw a pillow at him but he was already out of the door. You heard his obnoxious laughter moving farther away.

With a sigh, you lay back for a few more seconds. You have a sinking feeling that you’re missing something important here.

He’s still the same.

But now you think about it, he seems to pay closer attention to you lately.

You might have lost your closeness for all those years while he was in a relationship out of respect for his girlfriend, but now your friendship has become much stronger.

Sure, it was a mutual decision between you both to stay away. But it still left a bad taste in your mouth.

When they broke up, you were the first person he came to. You didn’t like the feeling of going through all that. Not one bit.

But, you still took care of him. You hang out with him and just let him talk and sing his broken heart out.

You let him cuddle you, hold your hand, some lines were even crossed, anything to comfort him. Even when each time you know that those affections were not for you.

He’s looking for a distraction.

And it hurt.

But you are the best friend, so…

After a couple of days with him moping around. You decided to distance yourself again when you saw that he was doing much better.

He’s already a grown man. He can take care of himself.

You always pride yourself on being honest when confronted. So when Jungkook came knocking at your door demanding an explanation, you told him the truth.

“I don’t want to be your rebound, Jungkook.” you said calmly.

Jungkook looked taken aback, “What are you talking about? That’s not—?”

You just shook your head and said, “We’re not kids anymore, JK. You know what you’re doing. Please,” you pleaded, “don’t disrespect me like this. If you don’t want to admit it to me, at least admit it to yourself.”

He looked down at his feet, “That… wasn’t my intention. I missed you too. I missed my best friend.”

“I do, too. But you just got out of a long-term relationship. And kissing your best friend while thinking of your ex is a shitty fucking thing to do. Let’s do this right, okay? Let’s not make any more mistakes that could totally rip our friendship apart.”

When you felt his lips on you that night when he got tipsy. You should’ve felt elated. But it didn’t and you knew why.

He was hurting and you’re the only one closest to him that could make him feel the intimacy and affection he so missed.

You love Jungkook and you’ll do anything for him. But you have more self-respect than that.

So, after giving each other space. He healed all by himself. He went back to train boxing again. He even took up dance lessons. Things he wasn’t able to try because his ex didn’t want him to.

You were not that close with her in the first place so you’re not sure of their whole story. You also didn’t bother to ask Jungkook unless he would voluntarily talk about it which he rarely did.

Just one look and you already knew she hated you. You didn’t want to be that girl, so you woman up and did the mature route.

For months, Jungkook went on the healing journey better than you expected. He traveled, finished his full-sleeve tattoo, had a couple of piercings, did a lot of crazy stuff—like freaking skydiving, and went back to the things he had to let go because of his relationship.

Little by little he also went back to that person you thought you lost.

But, he also matured. He even started reading nowadays courtesy of his friend Namjoon.

And then he reached out again.

Actually, you accidentally bumped into him at the bookstore you frequent. You were so shocked seeing him holding a couple of books that he needed to physically snap his fingers before your face.

*“Hey now! It wasn’t that surprising…”

You blinked, “Who are you and what did you do to my Jungkook?”

He laughed at that.*

And ever since then, you two have been inseparable again.

However you still both refrain from doing sleepovers in light of what happened before. You were always at each other’s place after work and class.

You even got inspired and started doing some yoga while he did boxing.

In short, your interests aligned once again.

Safe to say that lately, his keener attention and interest towards you is making you feel things.

You didn’t want to assume but you’re also not dumb.

You’re sure he’s somewhat checking you out.

You need to get to the bottom of this.

All of the things you were worrying about seem to dissipate in the air after seeing his reactions earlier. It felt like you finally dug yourself out of your doubts and insecurities.

Why the hell are you even trying to move on from your feelings now?

He’s single. You’re single.

Nothing’s stopping you… but yourself.

Fuck it.

If you play this right, you might probably go back home after getting dicked down. If not, then, what’s one more additional embarrassing moment on your list, eh?

You stood up from the bed with a renewed sense of purpose. You could think about your strategy while showering. After all… You do need one.

After doing your business in his bathroom smelling like him as you used his shampoo, body wash, and toothpaste—to remove the remaining smell of smoke, alcohol, and other unknown stuff away from your body—you realized that you don’t have a change of clothes.

With a shrug, you wrapped his towel around you before stepping out.

“Here, I got y—“ he stopped dead in his tracks, staring at you.

You’re somewhat concerned with the glass of water in his hand. By the looks of it, he seems to need it more than you do.

This is an interesting turn of events.

You just hope that your gut feeling is right.

You shrugged nonchalantly, not calling him out on his reaction, and said, “I don’t have clothes to change to.”

He blinked and gulped. You didn’t miss how his eyes slowly trailed down your body.

And when you cocked your head to the side because the silence is taking a millisecond too long, his brain finally rebooted.

“Oh! Ah, yeah. Wait just a sec.”

He hurriedly placed the glass of water on the nightstand before rummaging inside his closet.

You walked slowly, you saw his shoulders tense when he felt your presence behind him.

You’re also sure you heard him hold his breath when you got close.

You went for your drink. The combination of the smoldering atmosphere and your hangover is making you extra thirsty.

When he turned back you had just sat down on the bed with your leg over the other making the already skimpy towel hike up.

You’re not sure if he’s waiting for you or he’s stunned again because he just stood there quietly, eyes wide and hands outstretched.

You placed the now empty glass back on the nightstand and took the simple shirt from him, foregoing the boxer shorts with it.

You both stood there staring at each other.

He’s holding his breath while you enjoy his misery. You’re sure you saw something twitch inside his pants.

Also, you just now realized that he’s shirtless. Hmmm… Your hangover really is bad, huh?

“Yes?” he asked after a handful of seconds.

“Are you going to watch me dress? Or…?”

“Oh!” he exclaimed and quickly turned away.

You chuckled when you saw him cringe, your usual calm and collected best friend is like a fish out of water.

What a cute little thing. Though nothing about him is little.

You took your time changing even though you only had to put on a shirt and nothing else.

You bundled your clothes from last night and the pajama set together with all your underthings before speaking, “I’m done, let me throw these to the washer.”

“I’ll do it! Just wait here,” he snatched the bundled clothes without looking at you and scurried away.

There really is something here. I wonder how far I could push him.

He came back to the sight of you sitting demurely in the middle of his bed.

“Uh?”

You pouted, shaking your head before dramatically touching your forehead and said, “I’m sorry. I think the hangover is hitting me just now.”

“Oh. Uhm. Sorry, I don’t have painkillers in stock,” he grimaced.

You sighed, covering your face with your hand and turning away slightly you whispered loud enough for him to hear, “I heard orgasms can cure hangovers.”

“What?”

“Huh? What?” you asked innocently.

“What did you just say?”

“I said something?”

“I heard you…” He squinted at you and you didn’t hold your grin at his reaction, “You definitely said that orgasms can cure hangovers.”

“Oh?” you tilted your head to the side, “You heard?”

Jungkook clenched his jaw as he straightened. The gears inside his head are turning.

The room grew warmer as he stared you down. But when you visibly shuddered under his gaze, his reaction turned… predatory. Like he was just waiting for the right time to pounce.

Something is about to go down.

“You know…” he said, “You told me you liked me last night.”

All your bravado fell and you felt all your blood rush away from your face.

Oh fuck.

He walked and sat on the side of the bed eyeing you like he’s gonna eat you. And his words completely threw you out of the loop.

“But when I finally had the courage to tell you that I like you too, you passed out on me.”

Wait.

What?

With a chuckle, he pulled you on his lap earning a yelp from you. Both of your legs on either side as he sat you on top of him.

You stared at him wide-eyed while gripping his shoulders to balance yourself.

“Oh? Your mind still a little loopy, baby?”

“I… I don’t…” you stuttered, your lips opening and closing like a fish.

He chuckled again. This time it seemed lower and deeper.

Oh boy.

“How about…” he whispered, pulling your face closer to him while his other hand held your waist firmly down making sure you were feeling his hardness beneath you, “Tell me again how much you like me.”

You gulped.

Is this really happening?

You paused, making sure that all of this is happening and you’re not hallucinating.

With a deep breath, you stared back at his eyes and said, “I like you. I like you since…. forever.”

With your closeness, you felt him shudder before exclaiming, “Thank fuck.”

He pulled you to him for a deep kiss which you obliged diligently. He moaned when you kissed him back making you more enthusiastic to deepen it.

He kept moaning and chanting how much he’d been waiting for this moment. You have no idea how he had so many dreams of you just like this and more.

“Do you know how long?” he groaned, “how long I’ve been dreaming about this? Fuck! I’m sure you’re the first girl I jacked off to.”

You started to get exceptionally turned on that you’re now grinding down on his dick, earning another loud moan from him.

He’s like an animal in heat.

When you giggled against his lips, he nipped yours in retaliation.

“Stop laughing! I’ve been praying to do this ever since I know what being horny meant!”

“What? You’re all worked up with just a little kiss?” you teased.

“Please. Do you have any idea how difficult it is for me to see you in my clothes?” you groaned as he caressed your torso, making you shudder again.

“All soft and warm and…” he didn’t finish his sentence and opted to kiss you again instead.

You giggled again before you continued to grind down on him.

Wait. Isn’t he...?

You pushed him away and whispered, “Are you not wearing underwear?”

With a chuckle of his own he answered, “Baby, I sleep naked. You’re lucky I put on sweatpants last night."

“Fuck.”

Oh you're really fucked now.

It was you who pulled him back again. You wrapped both of your legs around his waist, making sure there was no more space between you.

All those fucking years were enough space for the both of you.

He maneuvered his body before laying you down.

His hands traveled up your legs. And when he reached your hips expecting to feel something there that he wanted to take off, it was missing.

“Fucking hell. Where did your panties go?”

“You threw them to the washer,” you laughed.

He smacked your leg at that before he parted your legs like he was opening up a present.

“Look at you. So pretty and…” he hummed, running his knuckles over your pussy lips, “and so wet. Just for me."

You moaned when he circled his thumb on your clit.

“Yes, yes. I’m so wet… So wet only for… for you,” you squirmed, pulling your (his) shirt up over your breasts to grip it before slightly pulling your nipples.

“Fuck baby,” he groaned at the sight of you all wanton and needy, “you’re going to drive me insane.”

He quickly removed his sweatpants and you salivated at the sight of his throbbing and hard cock. He also made quick work on your shirt to finally even the playing field.

He looked at all of you, gaze making sure that he would memorize every part of you his sight could reach.

“You have no idea how many times I’ve dreamed of this.”

“Yeah? Do I live up to your expectation?” you teased, your foot sneakily going to toe at his cock.

He smacked the side of your thigh again making you laugh.

The sound of your laughter gives him the same reaction as when you moan.

Jungkook feels like he’s about to have a complex of popping a boner when he hears your laugh.

“You’re a naughty little thing aren’t you?” he said as he caressed the inside of your thighs up to your waist and your breasts.

He is trying to savor the moment of finally being able to have you like this.

You whined, “Less talking, more action please."

“Brat.”

Before you could respond, he was already diving into your heat.

You squirmed involuntarily, so he secured his arms around your legs as his tongue did all the work on your already sopping wet pussy.

You writhed against him and you moaned, “Holyshit! That fucking lip ring is going to make me go crazy!”

The only response you got was a deep chuckle which sent vibrations up your pussy making you squeal.

You moved against his skillful tongue, you pulled at his hair as his hand traveled to your chest to settle and hold you down.

The sensation of pulling him against your pussy and pushing him away is one beautiful torture that you wish to experience for the rest of your life.

“Fuck,” you panted. “I’m gonna cum."

There was ringing in your ears as your whole body shook with the intensity of your orgasm. You couldn’t even register his words anymore.

Usually, it takes you longer to get off. But perhaps, this is how it feels like to do it with someone you’re extremely attracted to. Coupled with the fact that he likes you back!

“Yes, good girl,” he hummed. Leaving smooches on your thighs as he waited for you to calm down, a cocky smirk adorning his face.

“Shit,” you panted, “that was intense. What the hell?”

At the sound of his chuckle, you reached out for him to come up which he so gladly obliged. You returned his generosity with your intense kiss.

And as your hand traveled down his abs he pulled away slightly and said, “You could return the favor next time but I need to be inside you right now."

“Yes please.”

And with that, he pulled you to the edge of the bed before turning you on your stomach like a rag doll. You gasped a little, your heart beating even faster at the anticipation of what was to come.

He raised your hips, pulling a pillow under your waist before placing a kiss on your butt.

“You ready for me baby?”

“Please, I’ve already waited enough,” you whined.

“Well, how can I say no to that?”

You felt the head of his cock sliding and slapping across your slit, making you whine even more.

“Stop teasing please!"

“I forgot to ask you if you prefer a condom—“

“Just fuck me raw—Oh my God!”

He didn’t even give you a second to adjust to his size before he completely plowed at you.

It’s a good thing you’re already wet and already cummed once but he was way bigger than you’re used to.

“Oh fuck, you’re big. Slow… slow down—fuck!”

He paused. He caressed your side as he leaned forward to speak to your ear, which made you whimper.

You’re being bombarded with sensations that weren’t usually this intense before.

“You can take it, baby. I know you can—fuck you’re so tight—you’re made for my cock baby.”

You wanted to disagree and say that he’s just huge but your mind is in complete mess right now.

“The sounds you make…” he groaned, “Please never hide this from me again.”

Everything is a jumbled puddle and the only thing you could comprehend is he’s about to fuck you so deep there’s a huge possibility that you will pass out.

He rocked his hips slowly yet deeply for quite some time as he learned about your breathing pattern, what makes you moan louder, and which way will give you more pleasure.

“You like that, baby?”

“Fuck! I do, I do!”

He chuckled at that before pulling both your hands behind your back so he could pin you down the bed.

“Yeah, save that answer in the future,” he laughed.

Making you buck against him, “Argh! You’re such—ah!”

He loves cutting your sentences off, doesn’t he?

When he felt your breathing starting to calm, he sped up his thrusts making you moan louder.

“Yes, yes, yes! So good, baby—fuck!”

“Baby, fuck. This is so much better than my imagination,” he panted, then slightly adjusted his position, which made you squeal. “Fuck, I’ve been dreaming about this for years.”

You felt him pull at your hair firmly, making your back arch and eyes roll.

You are entirely suspended midair, with just him to hold you while also getting your pussy pounded from behind.

“Oh, fuck,” you choked.

“Yeah? Is it good?”

“Yes, yes. It feels so good so good—“

“I’m glad baby. And this is all yours, yeah?”

“Yes—yes! Mine! Only mine—“

“That’s right, all yours. And this pussy,” punctuating it with a harsh thrust he said, “is only mine.”

He switched his position again without stopping his thrusts. He lets go of your hands and hair before pushing you down again, wounding his arm around your waist while his other hand holds you by the throat.

“Oh fuck!”

“Mhm, you like that?”

“Yes! Please, Jungkook— fuck,” you sobbed.

“Huh? What does my baby need?” he asked while he rained kisses down your neck.

The contrast of him drilling you into the mattress versus the sweet caress of his lips is making your head spin.

“Please make me cum. Please~!”

“Oh, baby. You beg so well,” he groaned before burying his face on your shoulder, his hand went down to rub at your clit.

“I’m gonna cum again,” you cried, trying to grasp something to hold, you clawed at the bedsheet and even bit on it.

“Not yet,” he said grunted, “Wait for me.”

“Please,” you pleaded. Your entire body felt like a bowstring begging to be released.

His pounding became faster, hurrying, and more desperate to reach his high with you.

“Jesus fucking shit! How are you getting even tighter?!” he panted, his arms wounding tighter around you.

You tried to concentrate and not cum, but his cock hitting you in all the right places was making it extra difficult.

You could feel him in your guts, for fuck’s sake.

Now you’re finally understanding when other people talk about how some dicks could rearrange your insides.

“Please—please,” you begged. You feel like you can’t breathe and your muscles are involuntarily contracting already.

“Fucking hell—cum. Cum with me—Now—“ he commanded and you snapped.

Your ears rang and your vision went white.

If this is what an out-of-body experience feels like, you’ll take it any time of the day.

All the joy, heartache, anger, excitement, and love for Jungkook wash over you. The overwhelming feeling that you cannot fully describe just completely swept you away.

But now, you’re sure that you have an anchor to keep you from getting lost.

There’s no way you and Jungkook are going to stray from each other again. There’s just no way with all the history you too had and all the pent-up feelings you both carried for years.

It just took you both some time to explore the waters to finally come to terms with what has always been meant to be.

After some time, you finally calmed down.

You opened your eyes to him humming and cleaning you between your legs carefully.

You whimpered slightly when the wet towel touched your sore clit, he shushed you softly with a kiss on your thigh.

“It’s okay, baby. It’s all clean now.”

He has always been a caring person. Before you came to terms with your feelings for him and before having to deal with him having a girlfriend, you looked up to him like a big brother. His care was nothing new to you, but you still can’t help but feel emotional about it.

You were not aware that there were already tears running down your cheeks.

“Hey, hey. Did I hurt you? Did I do something wrong?”

“No, no,” you shook your head, “It’s not that… It’s just…”

“Just?"

“Can’t believe we’ve wasted so much time when we could have been together a long time ago.”

He moved closer, lying down and maneuvering your body to lay on top of him.

“But, the most important thing is… we could finally start now, right?”

“Yeah,” you beamed at him as he placed a tender kiss on your forehead.

You both knew you still had so much to talk about. So much to discuss and clarify.

But right now, at this moment, what matters most is you and him.

“So…” he trailed, his fingers also trailing down your back, “Is that hangover gone now?”

That earned a delighted laugh from you as you hiked your leg over his waist.

“I don’t know,” you mumbled with a smirk, “Maybe we need to do it again, just to be sure?”

At that, he laughed before waggling his eyebrows, “Oh don’t worry. I got more of that only for you baby.”

Let’s just say, he did have more of that.

Author's Note: It's been a while. I promise I'm doing a lot of writing! But, the problem is, it's still difficult for me to have the energy I need to edit and make the fic presentable for everybody. Nevertheless, thank you so much for reading!

I also have a Joonie birthday fic coming up! And for Yoongi, the part 2 of this oneshot is mega delayed. I'm not happy with what I came up with so I went back to the storyboard. Thank you for your patience hehe.

I appreciate and adore you. I hope you're having an amazing day and hope September will be kinder to you.

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