gem

There’s not one exact emotion that runs through you because the longer that Jungkook looks at you, ecstatic, while you’re weighing what he’s just said like a bag of bricks — you feel even more conflicted.

Your husband wrings his hands together, nervously smiling at you as if he’s asking for permission, but the both of you know that his mind’s already set. He thinks the opportunity of producing a short film that’s been drafted by his friend is a once-in-a-lifetime thing, eager to take off even if he’s had no experience at all in the industry.

“I don’t know, baby. It’s just been so long since I got this excited and alive, y’know? It’s a nice change of pace and I get to do something nice-…”

“Isn’t being with your daughter nice?” you ask abruptly, unable to mask the conflict that’s been brewing in your mind ever since Jungkook pulled you aside to talk. You feel hesitant; disconnected even from wrapping your head around his wording.

Even convincing yourself that you’re just spent from working sunrise to sundown doesn’t work. No matter how hard you try, Jungkook’s tone remains as is.

“Y/N,” he sighs, lips in a tight line as he screws his eyes shut. “Don’t start.”

“I’m not starting anything, Jungkook,” you grit, crossing your arms in defense. You feel guarded more than ever, not because you’re the one whom he’s pertaining to, but because your Hwayoung is involved and you won’t sit around for it. “It’s just that when you put it like that, it sounds like taking care of Hwayoung is a chore.”

You used to be sure awhile ago that you were seeing double because in between memorizing scripts and going from schedule to schedule without any time to rest in between, you’ve been worried sick because Jungkook hadn’t texted you the whole day. You were shocked enough to come home to your daughter playing by herself downstairs (with Miso watching her the whole time), even more-so when you saw Jungkook engrossed in a highly-enthusiastic phone call.

Jungkook sighs as if talking to you completely exhausts him, pinching his nosebridge before muttering under his breath. “Like you’re one to talk.”

“Excuse me?” you blink in surprise, tilting your head in sheer confusion. You’re about to shrug it off but he does that thing again, the one where he almost rolls his eyes at you but realizes it at the last minute.

“Nothing.”

“Say that again, Jungkook.”

“My god,” Jungkook groans, throwing his head back. He runs his hands through his hair frustratedly, sucking in a rushed breath. He looks straight at you when he gives his grievance. “I’m just saying! Why do you get to live out your dream but I don’t?”

“This is my job,” you bite back instantly, the second it took for you to digest his words being enough time for him to groan again. “If it were up to me, do you think I’d work six days a week? Do you not know how much it kills me to stay away from my family?”

You’re at a loss for words, the tiny bit of insecurity you have being dug up once again. You feel guilty because you actually don’t — you know to yourself that you still dedicate so much of yourself to Jungkook and Hwayoung even if you work full-time.

Jungkook chokes up a laugh in front of your face.

“Then quit your dream if you’re so miserable.”

Your jaw clenches quickly in annoyance, unable to retain the disbelief that builds up in your chest. “My dream is my job! It’s why we’re living this life in the first place, Jungkook! Your dream is this project that was pitched to you like what, two weeks ago?”

“Can I not live my life the way that I want to?” he asks exaggeratedly, eyes wide in defense. “Why am I only your husband and why am I only Hwayoung’s dad? Why can’t I go to the US a-and try things out? Why can’t I be free from all this even for just a while?”

Your mouth falls apart at that, your moment of shock simultaneously being Jungkook’s instance for guilty. He wants to reel it in right then and there, but the small part of his pride grows to hold him back.

“Do we hold you back that much?” you whisper, the headache that has been building in your head since this morning shrinking to the size of Jungkook’s words. “What are you getting so angry for? I’m not saying no. I’m asking you why you’re so hellbent on suddenly leaving to do this.”

A large part of you, if not all, feels more disappointed than angry. Hwayoung has not and should never be an afterthought for the both of you yet Jungkook brings her up with you like mere variables.

You can grasp the fact that being a parent is a full-time job like yours yet what you can’t get a hold of is your husband’s apprehension; his sudden need of pursuing something beyond your family.

“Because I’m scared, Y/N,”  Jungkook whispers, exhaling heavily. “I’m scared that this is all what life could ever be for me.”

It’s only when you’re completely silent that he comes back to the severity of his words, the tension that’s been building up in him breaking the moment that you break eye contact with him.

“I’m sorry for being your wife.”

“Baby, that’s not-…” Jungkook tries to correct himself, hot on your heels as you get up from your seat on the couch. You’re not even speeding up yet he catches you just as urgently, the hold he has on your arm doing little to put you at ease.

“And I’m sorry for making you a dad.”

“Y/N, sweetheart, I’m-…”

“You should do this project if you really want to,” you quip, back still turned to him as you enter the bedroom. Jungkook noticeably stops in his tracks, the furrow in his brows fading because you’ve put him on whiplash.

“What?”

“You’ve held down the fort while I was out being the breadwinner. It’ll be nice for you to do your own thing,” you smile tightly, eager to sleep on the whole thing just so you don’t stay hung-up for too long.

“What about Hwayoung? What about your film? They want it to be an entry for the Academy, right?” he asks in concern, different from the worry he had awhile ago when he thought you were against him leaving.

You nod, easily shrugging despite the weight on your shoulders. “I’m her mom, of course. She’s gonna come first. And for the film, I think I can still do it. I’ll juggle them both if I have to.”

Jungkook nods, eyes set on the floor. He didn’t think this far at all.

“Do you want to hire a nanny? I know a friend.”

“I’ll pass. I don’t trust nannies.”

There’s an overwhelming silence that engulfs the both of you, the white noise machine in your nightstand unable to fill it completely. Jungkook looks at the ceiling while you look at Hwayoung who’s sprawled in the middle of your bed, clutching Miso like a teddy bear — she already fell asleep waiting for the both of you.

“I didn’t mean what I said awhile ago, I’m sorry. It came out the wrong way,” Jungkook apologizes after some time, hand darting out to hold yours while you only hover above your vanity, taking off all of your jewelry except for your wedding ring.

“When do you leave?” you ask, still unable to meet his gaze.

“Next week,” he clears his throat. “When do you start filming?”

You nod, coming into terms that Jungkook would leave no matter what you say. “Next week.”

You’re arranging the covers when your husband tries to hold you again, voice strained and rushed. “Y/N, I really am sorry. I love being your-…”

“Shh,” you interrupt, pursing your lips. “Hwayoung’s sleeping.”

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to get ahead of questions: yes, 478 phase three will also be posted on tumblr!! the only difference would be the posting dates :)

i... will be keeping my mouth shut for the time-being!! spoiler alert: This Sneak Peek is Not all there is to phase three i am so so so sorry there Will be more!!!!!! for patrons who've already read all the sneak peeks and sent me spoiler asks, i'll be answering soon dw!!

You showed up to HeeWon's house completely unannounced. She was surprised to see you, you can see it in her face. It used to be a common occurrence, you used to show up anytime you needed an unbiased opinion on a fight with Jimin (Jungkook sided with you no matter what) or even if you just needed a moment to not be home.

But somewhere along the way, you started going to Jungkook for everything.

There weren't fights with Jimin to complain about, and whenever your home felt too big for just you, you'd go to his apartment and curl up on his couch with Bam until he came home.

“I'm late.” You confess as soon as she opens the door.

Her face scrunches in confusion, “For what? Did we have plans? Because I'll be honest, I completely forgot.”

She steps out of the door frame gesturing for you to come in, you quickly find your place on her couch and grab the Kumamon plushie from the cushion beside you, and hug it to your chest.

“No, my period is late.” You bury your face into the top of the plushie, “It's been over two weeks.”

“Okay…” She answers cautiously, approaching the couch slowly, treating you like one would a frightened animal. “I'm a little confused because you don't sound all that excited about that.”

And because you can't stop it, all the emotions from the last few weeks come rushing out, it's with a choked sob you confess, “Because I'm not.”

“Fuck,” HeeWon says sounding horrified, ”Don't cry please, I hate when you cry it stresses me out. You know I don't know how to comfort people, fuck. Okay, I'll call Jungkook, okay, he'll —”

You cry harder at the thought of Jungkook. Of him showing up and seeing you sobbing on HeeWon's couch, he'd feel so bad. He’d blame himself, because he’d think that you felt like you couldn't come to him, that you couldn't talk about this with him and that makes you feel even worse.

“What the fuck?“ She questions sounding practically hysterical, “You're freaking me the fuck out, I'm gonna need you to start explaining because all these tears are making me feel nauseous.”

You heave a deep breath, trying to stop the flow of tears. You hadn't let yourself cry once since that day and it's all rushing out now.

“I just,” You gasp for breath again and HeeWon takes a panicked step backward like she's going to flee and leave you alone in her apartment to figure this out yourself, “I don't know what to do.”

“Okay, I can work with that.” HeeWon says without a single ounce of confidence, “But you need to stop crying first.”

And so you took a few deep breaths and willed all your tears away.

“Jungkook told me he loves me.” You confess as soon as the tears stop enough for you to speak without sobbing.

She gives you a look for you to continue; like she's not seeing the point of what you're saying yet.

“Jungkook is in love with me.” You clarify.

“Yeah,” HeeWon says, starting to look annoyed, “Your boyfriend loves you, the sun is a star, get to the point Y/N.”

“He's not my boyfriend!“ You snap, it was funny the first few times she said it but now it was starting to irk you, especially when you're trying to have a serious conversation, “Can you please be serious for five seconds, okay he told me he loves me and then I fucking laughed at him because I didn't think he was being serious and well apparently he was and I —”

“You really didn't know?” She cuts you off, giving you a pitying expression, “I knew from the moment I met him,” She confess, “I could see it in the way he was looking at you, still looks at you. I was so shocked when the name that came out of his mouth wasn't Jimin. I was so sure I was finally meeting you husband.”

Oh.

You can't help it; the tears are back before you can stop them.

You take a deep breath as you finally look at the test, it's negative.

It's negative.

And for the first time, you're not upset, you're relieved.

You can't do this.

You can't do this to Jungkook.

You have to talk to him.

“I'm not pregnant.”

You say some few days later, curled up in on yourself the furthest you can get away from him on your king-sized bed.

Jungkook doesn't respond, he just briefly looks away from his phone to give you a look that says he's going to be the bigger person and not start this argument again but he is not happy with you.

“I think we should take a break.” You say cautiously, maybe you could've chosen the words more carefully, you think as he tenses up beside you. Maybe you should've said pause. A pause made it sound indefinite, just a brief reprieve. A break made it sound like it was the end, the two of you split clean in half.

Those words garner a proper reaction, “What?” He hisses out through his teeth, throwing his phone down and looking directly at you.

You shrink under his gaze; of all the reactions you had imagined you didn't imagine anger. You imagined him crying, those big doe eyes full of tears that you'd have to look away from, so you wouldn't take the words back and convince yourself that he would be fine that Jungkook would be satisfied with a life of you not loving him and following you around for the end of days. You imagined him, laughing it off, acting like you hadn't said what you said that it was just a big joke, and then you would carry on like nothing happened. But you hadn't imagined the rage.

He looks downright furious, it's been quite a while since his anger has been so clearly directed towards you.

“It's not because of y'know,” You say the last word under your breath, shrinking further and further into yourself, you didn't know how to react to his anger when you weren't angry too, “It's just, me, I just-”

“Holy shit,” He cuts you off with a guffaw, “Are you fucking "It's not you, It's me"ing me right now, Y/N?”

You flinch at the tone of his voice, at the use of your given name, he must truly be well and truly pissed.

You also feel insanely guilty because that had been what you were inadvertently doing.

“I'm not breaking up with you,” You clarify, still feeling far too guilty to feel angry, the we're not actually dating goes unsaid. “I'm just saying we should take a break, all the negative tests are fucking with me mentally, why are you making this about yourself?”

You're not even just lying at this point but practically gaslighting him. You feel like such a bitch, worse than a bitch, you're the worst person in the fucking world. It was wholeheartedly about him, but you're doing it to protect him, you don't want to hurt him. You don't love him, you can't love him the way he deserves and it's not fair to keep stringing him along, you have to let him go.

He wants to argue, you know he wants to argue, you can see it in his eyes. He wants to call you out on your bullshit, to tell you you're being stupid, he's a big boy and can handle himself. But for the second time — or maybe the millionth, Jungkook lets himself burn just to keep you warm.

He clenches his jaw and says “Fine.” Tone clipped, he grabs his phone and gets out of your bed.

And just like that, he's gone.

It feels like all you do these days is cry, you had gone to the stupid Halloween party because pre (what's the word for a breakup when you're not actually dating) you and Jungkook had promised Hobi that you were going, and he'd spent the last two weeks completely avoiding you. All your text messages went unread, every single call unanswered, he hadn't swung by your place once and you were too scared to go to his.

You mostly went because you hoped that he would be there, that if you showed up to the party you would finally see him, and know he was okay. You even put on the stupid costume, the one he chose. But when you arrived at Namjoon and Hoseok's place, Hobi gave you a massive smile and a hug and asked where Jungkookie was.

You smiled back and hoped you weren't lying when you said he was going to meet you there.

But it's been four hours and you've drank enough for your blood to have turned into alcohol and he still hasn't showed. You've spent the entire night making awkward conversations, “Oh I'm Bella Swan,” was the answer you were sick of giving. It would've been far more obvious with the other half of your duo.

You finally admitted to yourself that you didn't think he was coming, and then promptly locked yourself away in Namjoon's bedroom to cry.

You stupidly thought that if you ended it soon enough that it wouldn't ruin your friendship but it was already too late, You did that on your own.

Maybe it's for the best, maybe you need to let him go maybe you just need to move on. Maybe Jungkook wasn't the one who needed to control his emotions, but you. Maybe you are the problem, maybe you've always been the problem everything you've ever touched falls apart. You ruined your marriage and now you're destroying your friendship.

Maybe he would be better off without you, maybe you should just leave and never come back. Jungkook could meet some girl who wasn't such a fuck-up who would love him back just as deeply and she would heal every scar and bruise you left.

He'd be happier without you and you'd go back to wallowing in pity, not good enough for Jimin, too fucked-up to love the man you should.

Sharp knocks on the door take you right out of your spiral, you try to wipe away the tears, hoping that whoever won't see the river you cried flowing through the cracks.

You're just reaching for the handle when the knocks come again, louder this time, and a familiar voice calls out, “Please don't fuck in my bed!”

You can't help the small laugh that escapes your lips as you finally pull the door open, “Your bed's virtue is safe, it's just me.”

“Whoa,” Namjoon blinks at you slowly, a golden halo askew atop his head, “Are you crying?”

He had devil horns on when you'd arrived — the halo had been placed precariously atop Taehyung's golden curls. But you can't help but think it's better this way, that it makes more sense.

“I was,” You're too drunk to have shame about it, why would you lie? Everybody cries, especially over boys. “It's fine, I'm fine now, I think I just need to go home.” And book the first flight out of the country, maybe somewhere in Europe. You'd start anew and have a loveless marriage with a man named John who will give you plenty of kids and pretty things and then one day you'll wake up and find out he's not at all who he said is but actually a spy and now there's people targeting—.

” You stay here.” He says, walking you back to his bed, and sitting you down like a petulant child, “You stay right here, I'm gonna get you some water, and I'll call Jungkook-ah to get you, there will be no fleeing the country.”

Huh, did you say that out loud?

He just gives you a firm nod when he sees that you're not moving, why would you when Jungkook would be coming? He'd save you and your children from John's enemies.

You sigh and allow the dizziness to take control of you and you flop back onto his bed. You are staring up at the ceiling waiting for him to come back. You just needed Jungkook, and everything would be okay again. He'd protect you from John, and all your tears, why had you been crying again?

Namjoon must have left the door open and the music from downstairs.

“Blame it on a goose,” you sing along with a giggle, letting your eyes slowly shut, “Got you feeling loose. Blame it on patron, got you in the z-.”

“I thought you hated this song,” A voice calls out from the door, and you blink trying to clear your vision.

“I do, it's kind of disgusting actually, but it's catchy— Oh.”

Jeon 🐰 [3:23 AM]

Where are you?

MISSED CALL FROM JEON 🐰

Jeon 🐰 ?????

Jeon 🐰 Bubs

5 MISSED CALLS FROM JEON 🐰

Jeon 🐰 This isn't fucking funny where are you?

Jeon 🐰 Y/N

12 MISSED CALLS FROM JEON 🐰

Jeon 🐰 emphasized, “This isn't fucking funny where are you?"

15 MISSED CALLS FROM JEON 🐰

Jeon 🐰

Pick up your phone

19 MISSED CALLS FROM JEON 🐰

Jeon 🐰 Y/N

Jeon 🐰 Where the fuck are you?

21 MISSED CALLS FROM JEON 🐰

Jeon 🐰 Baby, please just answer your phone.

25 MISSED CALLS FROM JEON 🐰

Jeon 🐰 Hyung said he left you in his room drunk and crying and then you vanished by the time he came back.

Jeon 🐰 Please just answer so I know you're okay.

40 MISSED CALLS FROM JEON 🐰

HeeWon [5:25 AM] I lied for you. You're lucky I still have your current so I know that you're okay.

HeeWon JK was freaking the fuck out.

HeeWon He deserves an apology when you're awake and sober.

HeeWon And don't think you're getting out of telling me why the fuck you're at Jimin's.

It happens like this:

Your face smushed against a pillow, Jungkook's hand gripping your hip, the other holding the back of your neck keeping you pressed exactly where you are.

Fucked out gasps leave your mouth, Jungkook's hips slapping against yours with his every thrust. You're a well oiled machine at this point, the two of you have become far too familiar with each others bodies for you strictly being just friends.

He can't help but think how pretty you look with your kiss swollen lips, hair a mess, the sheen of sweat glistening your skin, and little tears forming in the corners of your eyes.

You whine out something that vaguely sounds like his name.

“Fuck,” Jungkook responds empathetically, hips stuttering as your walls clench around him.

And then it happens, the three words he's been doing a fan-fucking-tastic job keeping to himself over the last five years manages to slip out of his lips.

“I love you.” He practically whines as he spills his load inside you.

He has exactly 5 seconds to process that he said this, one of those seconds is spent in absolute bewilderment — Jeon Jungkook, how could you be so stupid? The next two are spent wondering if he can take it back, Hahaha just kidding, I didn't mean to say I love you, I meant I love IU. In fact I pretend that — okay no. And then the last two are spent in his wildest daydreams where you say I love you too and then the two of you spend the rest of time fucking like bunnies and cuddling and being in love and you have 3 kids that you buy tacky matching clothes for on your family vacations.

That delusion does not last long because he's struck with an outcome he couldn't even possibly imagine happening; like you literally can't help it, you laugh. Laughter makes its way through you, your body shaking with it. It's not even a little giggle in the “wow Koo, you're so cute sometimes.” way, but deep hearty laughter, in the “This is the funniest thing I've ever heard in my life” way. He knows the difference, he's well versed in you.

“Oh my god,” You wheeze out, your impending orgasm completely forgotten, “Jeon, did you just-” Your laughter takes ahold of you again and you try to push him off of you, to roll over and laugh in his face.

Jungkook refuses to let you move, hands still keeping you firmly in place, cock still buried inside you.

“Jungkook, Oh my god!” You won't stop laughing and he feels a part of himself dying.

“Shut up,” He whines, burying his face in your back, “Just for five seconds, shut up.”

You ignore him, laughter still escaping your lips. The genuine laughter that always seems to come when he embarrasses himself in some way. Why the fuck does he even like you?

“That's so,” a snort, “funny. Oh my god,” You wheeze, “I can't breathe, Jungkook please, you were so serious-”

He can feel his cheeks heat in embarrassment from where it rests against your bare back, this has got to be the worst day of his life.

—

“Hyung,” Jungkook whines face buried in his hands, “Please stop laughing at me.”

Seokjin's squeaky laugh is all that can be heard in response. As much as it hurt him, if anyone was gonna be laughing at him he'd prefer it to be you.

Why did he even tell Jin-hyung? That was such a stupid decision on his behalf.

Oh right.

“I thought it was bad enough when you hung up on our call,” Jin pitches his voice up in an awful impression of Jungkook's voice, “Sorry, Hyung, I have to go have sex with Y/N.”

“I don't sound like that,” Jungkook interjects,

Jin completely ignores him, “I mean, who even says that to someone,” The older gives him a perplexed stare before sighing deeply, “Kids these days.”

“Well, ahjussi,” Jungkook says with a smirk, already seeing him open his mouth to yell at him about not being that old, the familiarity of bickering with Jin temporarily easing the weight that's been holding him down, “I was a little distracted at the moment Y/N was like completely naked and had her —”

“Ahh!” Jin screams covering his ears, “Jeon Jungkook, I don't want to know!”

Jungkook rolls his eyes, “I was gonna stop talking even if you didn't tell me to stop. She'd probably kill me if I told you anything. I mean, not that I'd want to. It's no one's business-”

“Yes, yes, we get it you're a very good boyfriend.” He interrupts him before he can carry on.

And his brief reprieve from being upset is completely gone, washed away with a single wave of that word. Boyfriend, it's a stupid word. It's something that you'd consider far too serious a word for you to ever call him, but it's not serious enough a word for what you actually are.

“I'm not her boyfriend,” He scoffs, ripping the straw wrapper he's holding in two, and then gently placing the pieces ontop of each other and ripping it into four for good measure.

“It's your fault,” Jin doesn't pity him in the slightest, “You're the one who agreed that situation. What did you think was going to happen? You know that you can't do casual.”

Alright, maybe he shouldn't have told his hyung everything, he'd rather be comforted right now than be told that this situation is his own doing. That this was his own unmaking, he built his own wings with wax and feathers and flew too close to the sun.

“I can do casual,” He argues, he will ignore the rest of what he said, he's too stubborn to admit his faults, “it's just her.”

Jin's silence is loud enough for Jungkook to hear exactly what he's saying with his tired gaze. He can't help but notice he's starting to looks older these days, Jungkook wonders if he's as much at fault for the greys as Eunseo.

“Look, if you're that upset about it,” He says seriously, “Why not just discuss it with her? It's not healthy to keep bottling up your feelings, it'll give you indigestion.”

Jungkook laughs, “You talk like such a dad these days.”

“That's because I am,” He says tiredly, but with a proud smile on his face. Jungkook hopes he'll look like that one day, when the two of you have a kid and they exhaust him but he still loves them endlessly.

“I tried talking to her,” He admits, teeth dragging along his bottom lip nervously, “All she did was laugh in my face and say I'm just 'thinking with my dick'. Like, what the fuck? Aishh, I hate her, she's such an asshole.”

“Hmm, try saying that without sounding so fond Jungkook-ah, I almost believed you.” His hyung teases.

“I don't, and that's the problem. I love her and she doesn't even believe me. How fucked is that?”

“Pretty fucked if I say so myself.” He responds, empathizing, but because he's Jin, “Though she might've actually believed it if you weren't actively having sex when you said it.”

And because he can't help himself he breaks out into laughter again, Jungkook knows he's gonna go home and tell his wife and she'll probably get a kick out of it too. Let's all point and laugh at Jungkook.

“It's not that funny,” Jungkook whines, trying to keep the reoccurring pout from coming back.

“Of course it is.” Jin disagrees easily, “You just don't think so cause it just happened to you. Five years from now when you and Y/N are married you're gonna look back on this moment and laugh about it. I promise.”

He can't help but smile at that, at the thought of there being a five years from now with you. Where you're happy, and married, and his.

“Listen,” He says with a serious tone, “I will be nice and keep this out of the group chat, for now, but know that it is actually killing me inside to do that. You hear that, JK? You're killing your only hyung.”

“You're not my only hyung.”

Jin waves a dismissive hand, “Your favorite hyung, same difference.”

If this was a few months ago Jungkook would argue that Namjoon-hyung was his favorite hyung but all he does is pout.

“Well, since you admit i'm your favorite hyung, I guess you can be the first to know,” He pauses long enough for him to raise a curious brow, “Sanghee is pregnant.”

“Yeah?” Jungkook smiles so hard it hurts his face, “Congratulations!”

“Hopefully you and Y/N will be next, hmm? Maybe our kids will grow up together.”

You're ovulating, you have to be. There's genuinely no other explanation for this.

From the moment you woke up this morning, you've been in this weird daze where all your thoughts revolve around Jungkook.

You're not even thinking about him in the usual way. It wasn't like you just saw a dumb TikTok and thought to yourself, Jungkook would love this. Or even cleaning your apartment and finding his banana bread-flavored vape, so of course you thought about him. Or maybe you even saw a girl that you stared at a little too long because she looked so familiar, but you're not sure why — perhaps she's one of his exes.

No, unfortunately, it isn't anything like that.

It all started this morning.

You had stumbled mindlessly through your morning routine; first, you pee, then brush your teeth, shower, do your hair, put on makeup, get dressed, eat breakfast, etc…

You're sitting in your car when you first think about him. That time, it at least made sense that he had popped into your thoughts.

He had borrowed your car the day before while he was getting his detailed. When you opened the door, you were met with the scent of his cologne. Instead of your brain being like, "Oh, Jungkook,” right and carrying on like every other time, you're instead going through a mental catalog of memories of that scent.

It starts innocent enough; first, it's the smell of the sweater you stole when you were at the dog park with him and Bam. Then it's the smell of being wrapped up in his blankets as you sit on his couch, blinking tiredly at his flat screen. Then it abruptly turns into that scent mixed with the musk of his bare skin warm against yours. Your nose is buried into the crook of his neck, legs wrapped tightly around his waist, a sheen layer of sweat on his skin. Your back is arched, and your nails are digging into his skin; he’s roughly fucking you into his sheets— HOOOOONK!

You blink slowly. You're once again sitting in your car, and the traffic light in front of you is green. The person in the car behind pushing on their horn, telling you to hurry the fuck up.

What the fuck?

The thoughts don't stop there, and soon, you're in your office, answering all the emails that you had ignored once you clocked out.

You're typing out the corporate version of "fuck you, will you actually read my emails and stop asking me dumb fucking questions I've already answered" when the thoughts start popping in again.

One minute, you're trying to figure out how to politely tell someone to learn how to read, and the next, you're reminiscing on the feeling of Jungkook's fingers inside you, the feeling of his tongue on your neck, the sensation of his breath on your skin, the kisses on your thighs —

“What the fuck?” You ask aloud, completely baffled and startled by the thought.

It only gets worse.

You call him on your lunch break to wish him a happy birthday. You had been sleeping when the clock hit midnight, and you knew he wouldn't be awake when you left for work that morning — and if he was, it was because he hadn't fallen asleep yet. So you waited until your lunch break. You also made sure he remembered the joint birthday dinner for him and Namjoon tonight and double-checked that you would still meet up at his place and ride together.

He agreed readily with all your whims. He’s still half-asleep, his voice groggy, and little sighs leave his mouth intermittently. The longer you talk, the more awake he got, and it didn't take long for him to start recounting the things he had done with his friends last night (early this morning).

You're listening, you swear you're listening, he and Mingyu drank way too much, and then he… He? You don't know; you unintentionally stopped paying attention and are suddenly wrapped up in another vivid daydream.

He hums, “And have you been a good girl for me?”

Your nose scrunches up at his words; your voice is full of something that lies in-between humor and disgust, “Don't call me that, you fucking weirdo.”

Jungkook throws his head back with a dramatic sigh, and you can't help but laugh.

“Can you just play along, just once?” He whines, and your cheeks hurt from the abrupt smile on your face as laughter forces its way through you.

“No,” You say in between laughs, “Why would I play along? That was so fucking embarrassing, bro, like what do you mean "have you been a good girl for me?" literally shut u-”

Your words are cut off with a yelp as he roughly grabs your waist and flips you onto your stomach.

You're suddenly naked, face down, ass in the air. You don't pause to think about why or how that is possible. It’s not important to your daydream self. Your brain had made the executive decision to skip straight to the good part, and who are you to argue?

“Quit being a fucking brat,” Each of his words comes out harsh and clipped. They’re each punctuated with a sharp smack against your bare ass. Your eyes clench shut as the feeling of pleasure-pain sinks in.

“Asshole.” You mumble under your breath, teary-eyed. Your words are clearly not quiet enough because he delivers another harsh blow that makes you yelp.

“Are you done?” He asks. And because you're you, and one of your life's biggest missions is being an absolute inconvenience to Jeon Jungkook at any given point, you shake your head no into the pillow you're suddenly clutching. Again, things don't have to make sense in the dream world; it’s purely about the vibes.

He trails his fingers through your folds, feeling the wetness starting to pool there. He gives a derisive chuckle and pulls his hand away. You're suddenly cold without his touch on you. You move your head to glare over your shoulder at him. To do what you're not sure, maybe to complain, to argue, or in his own words, be a fucking brat. You're halfway through the action when his hand comes down quickly and hard on your cunt. The unshed tears start to fall as a startled whimper forces its way out from your lips-

“Yah, what are you doing?” Jungkook —actual Jungkook asks, sounding completely bewildered.

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. You definitely made that noise out loud. You don't offer Jungkook an explanation. Instead, you hang up the phone in a panic.

What the actual fucking fuck?

You spent the rest of your shift ignoring his text messages and calls.

That's not the end of it; you had hoped it was, that the phone call would’ve been mortifying enough to keep the horny-ass daydreams at bay, but apparently not.

When driving home from work, you're locked in a vivid daydream of riding Jungkook in his new Benz while tugging on that stupid fucking chain he's always wearing. When you're showering, you're haunted by the thought of him fucking you under the stream of water, holding you up against the glass as he fucks you at a brutal pace. When you're getting ready, you think about him bending you over your vanity and fucking you right there, forcing you to stare at the two of you in the mirror.

So it's no surprise that when you show up at his place, the first thing you say is —

“Take your pants off.” You demand as soon as you pull the door shut behind you.

“Pardon?” Jungkook asks, blinking at you dumbly.

He's sprawled out on the couch, scrolling through all the TikToks you (and probably Taehyung) had sent him over the last few days.

You stare at him, looking thoroughly annoyed. He's already dressed to leave, and even the stupid fucking outfit he's wearing makes him look insufferably hot. (This is most definitely ovulation horny speaking, he's wearing his usual white tee and black jeans and beanie pulled on his head, but you're entirely convinced he's the hottest man you've ever seen in your life.)

"I'm feeling so unreasonably horny right now, and I just need to get it out of my system before this dinner, okay?” You say, managing to make it sound like it's entirely his fault that you're in this predicament.

“Oh,” He states, a redness starting to show on his ears. “Right, okay.”

He's still blinking up at you dumbly like his brain hasn't quite caught up with the conversation.

You drop to your knees in front of the sofa and expectantly glare at him, “Now, do you want me to suck your dick or not?”

“Uhm, yes.” He squeaks out, then clears his throat. It doesn't help much he still sounds frantic when he speaks again, “Yup, yeah. Yeah, okay. Yes, please.”

As you unbutton his jeans, you roll your eyes, “Quit being weird.”

“I'm being weird?” He scoffs half-heartedly trying and failing to sound offended, he’s clearly too distracted by you to truly be annoyed, “You're the one who barged in telling me to take my dick out-”

His words cut off as his mouth drops open in shock as you take his cock in your hand, pumping his shaft a few times.

“Yeah, and it’s your fault,” You argue, pausing your actions to spit into your palm before continuing, the slide of skin on skin gliding a little smoother, “I wouldn't have these weird ass thoughts if you didn't go overboard the other day.”

“You're the one who wanted to-,” He tries to defend himself but quickly gets cut off with an “Oh,” He whimpers as you take the head of his cock in your mouth, twirling your tongue around the tip. Continuing to stroke his shaft to bring him to full hardness.

You make quick work: the reminder of your current time crunch lingers in the back of your head. Your argument is completely forgotten.

You quickly make your way lower and lower, taking him further and further in your mouth. Little moans and groans leave his mouth with your every action. His hands are clenched on the couch's cushions. It's not long before you have him entirely to the base, a pleased moan leaving your lips.

“Oh, fuck, baby.” He whines.

You release him from your mouth, once again licking up from the base to the tip. Jungkook's hands instinctively chase after you.

“Calm down,” You say with a roll of your eyes. You rearrange yourself into a more comfortable position before taking him back in your mouth; you can't afford to have red marks on your knees.

He groans and slams his head back against the couch. His knuckles are practically visible from how hard he's gripping the couch. His eyes flutter. He wants to look down at you, your mouth stretched obscenely around his cock, your gaze heated as your throat constricts around him with practiced ease.

And like he can't help himself, he brings a hand up to your hair and finds a tight grip on the strands before thrusting deeply. You violently choke as your throat protests against the intrusion. You weren't prepared for that at all. Unshed tears start to form in the corner of your eyes as you pull back to catch your breath.

“Don't touch my hair,” You cough out with a glare. While you should be mad at him for doing that without permission, that's not actually the problem here, “I don't have time to fix it.”

“Mhm-hmm, yeah, okay, sorry,” He apologizes, half in a daze, and you're in slight disbelief that he'd just apologized to you. Your mouth is agape in shock as his hands find either side of your face, pulling you back to your previous position. You idly comply.

You rest your hands on his jean-clad thighs as he starts to move in slow thrusts. You let out pleased hums and let your eyes close as you relax into the feeling. Fuck, you've missed this, you think to yourself as he starts to pick up the pace. You've missed the weight of a cock on your tongue, the ache in your jaw, the feeling of your brain going a little fuzzy. The unshed tears start flowing down your cheeks, and drool drips out the side of your mouth and down your neck. His balls slap against your chin with each quick thrust of his hips.

It doesn't take him long to stop abruptly, holding you in place, cock buried in you as far as it can go. Your throat constricts around him. You try to relax and breathe deeply through your nose, but you can't stop your body's natural reaction; you gag. He lets out a choked moan, pulling back and giving you barely a second to breathe before burying himself back in your throat. It's only a few more rounds of doing this before he's cumming down your throat. You swallow every bit of it, and when you're sure he's looking at you, you open your mouth to show him with a wicked grin. He lets out a low groan, and his dick gives an involuntary twitch.

“Is my makeup ruined?” You ask, suddenly remembering that you two have somewhere to be and that you're probably late now. Your voice is hoarse as you speak to him, and you're blinking up at him with wide, curious eyes, oblivious to your effect on him. There's a pout firmly on your swollen lips.

He stares back at you, chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath.

“You're fucking insane.” He says, throwing his head back again.

—

“Pull yourself together, baby. We gotta go,” You say a few minutes later with a shit-eating grin. You're directly quoting his own words back to him. He had said the same thing to you a few weeks ago when you were curled up on his couch, pouting over having to see your parents — you've been avoiding them even more since the divorce, but he promised that he'd go with you and he'd make up an excuse so you could leave as soon as you wanted to.

He's still sitting on the couch, looking like you might have actually sucked his brain straight out of his dick. You had run to his bathroom to fix your makeup quickly. It had gotten completely fucked in the whole ordeal.

“What if we don't go?” Jungkook tries.

“No,” You argue, “I haven't seen any of our friends in like forever. We're going.”

He shakes his head, letting out a string of no's, “We can just stay here and-”

You cut him off, knowing exactly where he is going with that sentence, “Hmm, maybe afterward if you're good.”

He gives you an annoyed glare, and you can't help but grin harder, “Now get your ass up, we have to go.”

You can't help but snicker as he complies, your daydream and his bullshit from all those months ago popping into your head again. 'good girl' my ass.

“Oh, hey, do you like wax your pubes because of the whole Haeyoung thing?” You ask curiously as the two of you head out the door. The thought has been lingering in your head for weeks now, and it's a good enough time as any to ask.

“Namjoon!” You shout excitedly as you walk towards the man, Jungkook trailing behind you. The other restaurant patrons turn to look at you, but you can’t bring yourself to care; you’re finally seeing your friends again.

“Y/n!” Namjoon responds, matching your energy. He has a wide, dimpled smile on his face as he stands and pulls you into a tight hug.

The hug doesn't last long; Jungkook quickly cuts in to give Namjoon a hug of his own.

“Happy birthday Hyung.” Jungkook says while glaring at you over Namjoon's shoulder. Oh, he's going to be weird tonight, isn't he? You roll your eyes and move on to greet the rest of your friends.

“Happy birthday, JK.” The older responds, ruffling his hair.

It's clear that the two of you were the last to arrive. Jin and Hoseok are in a heated debate, with Yoongi listening, looking thoroughly amused. They barely pause to greet you and give you quick hugs, completely trapped in the argument.

Taehyung gives you a more prolonged greeting, trapping you in a bear hug that cracks your back. Jungkook has nothing to say about this. Clearly, the issue is just Namjoon.

“What are they even arguing about?” You whisper to him, nodding towards them as you pull away. He shrugs and pulls out the seat next to him. You sit down, and Jungkook takes the seat to your right.

Taehyung and Jungkook talk around you, Jungkook's fingers tracing idle shapes on your bare thigh. Not because he's starting anything, just because he likes touching you. He's far too busy doing whatever he and Taehyung do.

It doesn't take you long to realize that while Yoongi seems to be enjoying the show, he's actually goading them on. Whenever the argument seemed to be dying down, he'd make a comment that would reignite it. It was only a short time until Namjoon was in on it, too. The two of them share amused looks, and you feel like you're missing something there.

You should talk; you’re sure they missed you as much as you missed them. But you are content just listening, being around all these people you love for the first time in so long. It all feels perfect, and you're so full of love that you're practically bursting at the seams.

You can't help but wonder what you were so scared of, why you hadn't spent time with them.

“Hey, sorry I'm late. I got stuck with a last-minute patient with the weirdest – oh.”

Oh, you think too. That's why.

It turns out that you weren't the last to arrive. Your breath catches in your throat as you make eye contact with your ex-husband for the first time in seven months.

It's awkward now. The conversation had died off, and now everyone was hiding behind menus like it could make the air less tense.

You don't know why you didn't think Jimin wouldn't be there. Sure, you remain blissfully unaware of whether or not he and Jungkook are still in contact, but either way, you know he wouldn't invite him for your comfort. However, Namjoon was free to ask whoever he wanted, and it was no surprise that he'd want Jimin at their birthday dinner.

Everyone attempts to make small talk about the menu, offering small anecdotes about what they've tried before and what they had heard was good.

“Baby, do you wanna share-” Jungkook starts to ask, then freezes. He looks like a deer caught in headlights. His eyes are wide, and he's pointedly not looking at anyone. He stares down at the menu like it could take his words back. He clears his throat, and then he glares at you out of the corner of his eye like you were the one to speak.

Why didn't he just keep talking? No one would have noticed if he didn't pause and bring attention to it; oh my fucking god. You're trying not to look at anyone, but you can feel the weight of all their eyes looking in your direction.

Jungkook clears his throat again, and you chance a look. Namjoon and Hoseok are trying not to laugh, Taehyung and Yoongi are sharing a knowing look, Jin is aggressively typing away at his phone (probably texting his wife), and Jimin isn't even giving you two a side eye but completely staring straight on looking baffled, drink paused halfway to his mouth.

“Bubs,” Jungkook corrects himself, over-enunciating the nickname. You hear a laugh coming from the other end of the table; it sounds like Hobi, “Do you want to share? I think I want this,” He points to the picture on the menu, ignoring everyone's eyes on you two.

“No.” You say tensely, not even sparing the menu a glance. You go back to staring down at the table. What the fuck? This has got to be the most bizarre day you've had in ages.!

“You didn't even look,” He complains. Oh, he's all in, completely pretending it didn’t happen.

“Yeah, bubs,” Taehyung teases, “You didn't even look.”

“Hmm, I think he actually said baby,” Namjoon corrects, a teasing grin on his face as he takes a swig of his beer.

“Hyung,” Jungkook whines, practically blushing. Amused laughs scatter around the table, “It was an accident. As I was saying, Y/n,” Your nose scrunches up, and you finally look at him, “I want this, and you're probably gonna get this, and I want that too, so we should just share-”

Everyone starts talking again, the awkwardness forgotten. You can still feel the weight of someone's gaze on you. You look over and catch Jimin's eyes. An unknown emotion in his eyes it hurts in a way you can't explain. You used to be able to read every one of his emotions.

—

“So, Namjoon-ah,” You say, “What-”

Your words are cut off by Jungkook force-feeding you. Namjoon looks at the two of you, confused, slightly annoyed, and looking like he’s completely down with your bullshit. It's been like this all night; whenever you try to talk to him, Jungkook is suddenly free from whatever he's doing, and either joins the conversation or stops it from happening.

“Can you stop being so fucking weird?” Your words sound like gibberish around your mouthful of food. You glare at him as you chew.

“Sorry, I can't understand what you're saying,” He says with a grin, “Oh, hyung, tell me about that new show coming up at R-Kive,” Jungkook continues, making Namjoon forget about your odd behavior as he does just that. He has a proud grin on his face as he speaks — that place is his baby.

You listen to him speak, and Jin and Taehyung even join in on the conversation. Tae has a piece that's being featured, and Seokjin's wife has a hand in the creative direction for the upcoming event.

“I'm running to the bathroom,” You lean over and whisper into Jungkook's ear as Jin brags about Eunseo, his two-year-old daughter.

He nods, and you slowly get up, his hand falling from your thigh as you stand. You catch Jimin's gaze locked on it. You give him an awkward smile as his eyes meet yours.

You walk to the bathroom thinking about him, about that look in his eyes. Is it hurt? Regret? Disgust? You're not sure, and you still can't place it.

You're still thinking about him as you wash your hands. You haven't said a single word to each other all night. The two of you stay busy in conversations with everyone else, not letting your eyes roam in each other's direction.

You're still thinking about him as you step out—oh. He's standing in the hallway, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. Nervously biting at his lip.

“Can we talk?” Jimin asks.

You nod, and both head out the side door to talk outside.

Jungkook doesn't ask what you two talked about; no one does, but it's Jungkook that surprises you the most. You can tell it's killing him when you and Jimin return to the table almost twenty minutes later. You just sit down beside him and act like you never left. Everyone's gazes are going between the two of you but carrying on like nothing happened. Everyone's finished eating, and it looks like they even brought out the cake while you were gone.

You're in a daze, still thinking over what you said and what he said. You eat cake and the ice cream Jungkook ordered for you. You smile when you're shown pictures of Yeontan and laugh when it’s necessary. You go through the actions, but you're otherwise preoccupied.

It's not long until you're all saying goodbye, saying goodnight, promising to see each other soon—no one comments on the fact that you and Jimin hug each other goodbye. The hug lasts a little too long, and when you pull away, you're both teary-eyed.

Jungkook still doesn't ask when you're both in his car driving back to his place. Your head is resting against the window, listening to the soft lull of the music. He's singing along but still watching you out of the corner of his eye.

You can tell it's killing him on the inside. He’s dying to know what the two of you spoke about. But he also trusts you and knows you'll tell him when you're ready to talk about it. And right now, slow tears dripping down your cheeks, you're clearly not ready to talk about it.

You wipe them away with a sniff.

“You're off-key.” You lie, trying to get him to stop looking at you like that.

He stares at you a while longer, hoping you'll say what's really on your mind. He ultimately decides to play along.

He gasps in mock offense, “No, I'm not.” And then, because he wants to make you laugh, he purposefully sings off-key. Your giggles fill the car in no time.

"So,” Jungkook says as you pull into the parking garage to his apartment, “was I good?” He asks with a shit-eating grin.

“No, you ass.” You scoff as you unbuckle your seat belt and leave the car, “What was your fucking deal with Namjoon?”

He pouts, “I didn't want you getting any funny ideas.”

“Funny ideas?” You ask, completely bewildered.

“Yeah, about him being your baby daddy. That's my job. Baby Jeon is coming.” He grabs you from behind and pulls you back against his chest. He holds a hand on your stomach like a baby bump is already there.

“You're so fucking weird.” You say under your breath. He pouts. You roll your eyes, step out of his arms, and pull him towards the elevator by the hand, fingers laced with his. “C'mon Jeon, let's go work on that son.”

“I thought you said I wasn’t good.”

“Yeah, well, I'm ovulating and still horny so,”

With closed eyes, you let out a relieved sigh. As much as you wanted to wait to tell Somi about hooking up with Jungkook, it’d be an enormous weight off your shoulders not having to hide it any longer. It’d only been a few days since it happened, but you really hate keeping secrets from her.

“How’d you find out?” You question, chewing on your bottom lip.

“My parents told me, duh.”

Holy crap, Jungkook told his parents the two of you had sex? Why the fuck would he do that?

“They did?” You ask, completely bewildered.

“Well, yeah!” Somi finally uncrosses her arms, demeanor completely changing as her gaze softens, “Why didn’t you tell me your sister got engaged?”

Thank God you didn’t elaborate any further.

“Oh! Because they probably aren’t gonna last.” You respond, stepping into the Jeon household once Somi allows you to enter. It’s been a few days since you’ve been here, mostly due to the fact that you were completely avoiding Jungkook.

The empty condom in his trash bin had been plaguing your mind nonstop, you could barely even sleep from how embarrassed you were. Why did he fake his orgasm? What if he didn't fake an orgasm and just shot a blank? Did you do something wrong? Was he not attracted to you? Why was the condom empty? 

Seeing him in person would’ve only intensified the thoughts roaming in your head, so you avoided him at all costs up until now. You’d promised the Jeon siblings that you’d finally see Twilight with them and their friends despite not being able to function correctly around either of them. 

Somi snickers, following you into the living room. “Ooh, that’s not nice.”

“It’s true, though,” you explain, “she’s still so young, only a few years older than your brother. I mean, can you picture Jungkook getting married in a few years?”

The regret from that question fills you almost immediately.

“Sure,” Somi responds, pausing to greet the eager doberman charging at her. “As long as he finds the right person. He’d get married in a heartbeat.”

You want to ask what Somi’s definition of “the perfect person” would be for Jungkook or the type of girl she’d be willing to set him up with. It’d probably be the unnamed, mysterious redhead you recently dreamed about curb stomping (yikes!).

You don’t respond to this, taking a seat on the sofa when the sudden shout of your name has you flinching. It’s Somi’s parents, excitedly greeting you with open arms as you politely stand to properly hug them. “I feel like it’s been so long since we’ve seen you! How’s your family? We just heard the news about your sister!” Mrs. Jeon ambushes you with questions, all while cradling your face.

“About how she’s making the biggest mistake of her life?” You half-joke.

Mrs. Jeon playfully waves a hand in your direction as she steps into the kitchen, her husband only a few feet behind. “Oh, don’t say that. I’m sure the two of them will be very happy together.” She turns to her husband, grabbing his hand, “I just can’t believe Imogen is getting married. I still remember when she first started high school.” 

Mr. Jeon sighs in disbelief. “I know,” he mumbles, nodding at you. “You’re up next soon, huh?”

“Maybe she can marry Jungkook,” Mrs. Jeon comments, opening her fridge, “set him straight.”

“Gross, Mom. Don’t wish that on her.” Somi groans in disgust as she plops down next to you.

Well, that answers your previous question.

“We should probably get going, right? To make it in time for the trailers?” You ask.

“Yeah, we should.” Somi responds, tilting her head up towards the staircase, “Jungkook! Hurry up and come downstairs! We’re ready to go!”

“Gimmie a minute!” He shouts back, and a chill runs down your spine. It’s been too long since you’ve heard his voice. The last time you saw him, he was lying naked in his bed; you’re not sure how you’ll survive being around him all night knowing what your last encounter was like.

As promised, Jungkook is sliding down the staircase a minute later and nails the landing. He’s wearing a black Twilight shirt featuring the leading couple, black cargo pants, and, of course, black sneakers. He looks like his usual self until you take a closer look and notice the reddish-black eyeshadow that decorated his eyes. It wasn’t much, just enough to make his eyes pop, and it complimented him perfectly. A second later, you see the black nail polish neatly coated on his nails. You have to blink a few times to ensure this is real life and you’re not trapped in a wet dream.

He strolls into the kitchen, ignoring the stares from his parents before digging through the fridge. His mom clears her throat, crossing her arms at him.

“What?” He asks, retrieving a two-liter Mountain Dew bottle. 

“Seriously, Jungkook? The makeup? The nail polish?” She questions, clearly frustrated.

Jungkook cocks his head, unscrewing the soda bottle’s lid. “What’s wrong with it? Somi’s wearing the same thing.”

“Son, you know that’s different.” His father interjects.

Jungkook takes a swig of the soda before responding. “Why? Because she’s a girl?”

“It’s not like that, hon. It’s just…we didn’t make a big deal of it when you first started the piercings, and the tattoos, and the hair dye, but this…it’s a little much. Don’t you think?” His mother asks.

You want to step in and remind his parents that Jungkook is old enough to make his own decisions and express himself as he pleases, but it’s not your place. Instead, you cheer silently when Somi surprisingly interrupts the discussion. “Did you guys seriously force him to come back home just to criticize how he presents himself, or would you rather have a peaceful summer?”

“We aren’t trying to criticize him, Somi. We’re just looking out for our child.” Mr. Jeon responds.

“It’s a special occasion, Dad. Is it bad that I wanted to look nice for—” Jungkook abruptly cuts himself short, quickly glancing in your direction before returning his attention to his parents. “...to go see Twilight with my friends?”

What was that about?

Silence passes, and the three stare at each other until Mrs. Jeon sighs defeatedly and says, “No, there’s nothing wrong with that, sweetheart. I hope you guys enjoy the movie.”

“We will,” Jungkook responds, closing the soda bottle lid and placing it back in the fridge. He heads for the front door, beckoning you and Somi to follow behind. He’s eager to leave the house, quickly swinging the front door open and jogging towards his car.

You and Somi say goodbye to her parents with a promise to be home by eleven before following in Jungkook’s footsteps, who already has the car running. As you wait for Somi to finish locking the front door, Jungkook rolls down his window and shouts, “Hurry up! Let’s go!”

“Will you calm down?!” Somi throws back, rolling her eyes as she finally removes the house key from the lock.

You follow her towards Jungkook’s car, sliding into the backseat as you pretend not to notice Jungkook watching you through the rearview mirror. He wants you to look at him, but you refuse, busying yourself by buckling your seatbelt and convincing Somi to do the same. Once Jungkook is convinced you’re not going to do so much as glance at him, he puts the car in drive and pulls into the road.

Somi talks your ear off in the backseat about whatever comes to mind while you keep your eyes on the window. It’s hard to not notice Jungkook glancing back at you through the mirror at every red light or stop sign, but you don’t dare meet his gaze.

The movie theater’s parking lot is crowded when you arrive; it takes Jungkook a few minutes to eventually locate a spot. A smile is plastered on his face as he parks the car, eager to see some of his closest friends after being separated for months. He informs you and Somi to disregard anything foolish he friends may say, claiming they arrived early to smoke behind the movie theater, so they’re more than likely too high to function properly.

Jungkook shrugs when Somi asks why people do that, shoving his hands into his pockets as the three of you approach the theater entrance. "Some people say it makes the movie experience better."

You want to ask Jungkook if he's ever been high, but you can barely even bring yourself to look in his direction, let alone ask him a question. So you're silent as the three of you enter the movie theater, instantly spotting Jungkook's bandmates in the far corner.

Well… Jungkook's bandmates and one other guest.

The bubbly redhead greets you guys first, running up to Jungkook with open arms as if they haven't seen each other in a million years. It makes you want to vomit.

You look away as they hug, directing your attention to the concession stand employee who had already been watching you. His name tag reads 'Beomgyu,' and he resembles a younger version of Jungkook, with the same dark hair and similar lip piercings. His eyes stay on you until a customer blocks your path, and you're back to watching Jungkook reunite with his friends.

"Hey, you were the one at that party, right? With Somi?" The redhead asks, squinting her eyes at you.

"Yeah." Is all you respond with, because why in God's name is this girl talking to you right now?

"It's nice to meet you. I'm Scar," she introduces herself, extending a hand for you to shake.

Somi interjects, grabbing ahold of your wrist while glaring at Scar. "Your name is Scarlett."

She drags you along to the ticket booth, mumbling about how she doesn't like nor trust Scar. When you ask for her reasoning, she responds with, "I don't need one. I just don't like her."

At least you're on the same page about that. 

Still, you can't help but wonder why Somi has a distaste for Scar. You have your petty reasoning for disliking her, but Somi (more than likely) has better knowledge of Scar's personality, so whatever reasons she dislikes her could be legitimate. 

You're thinking of this as Jungkook orders the tickets for everyone, asking the employee to give him a minute when the friend you recognize as Yugyeom starts tapping his shoulder. "We should go see Saw instead; it just came out."

Jungkook looks genuinely confused at the suggestion. "What? No, we came here to see Twilight."

"So?!" Jaebeom chimes in, eyes red as the devil, "Come on, dude, you've already seen Twilight. Don't you wanna see something new?"

"Fuck no, we're literally in the middle of buying the tickets." Jungkook reminds everyone.

"I kinda wanna see Saw, too."

"Same."

"Yeah, me too."

"I do, too."

Jungkook whips his head around at his sister, "What? Even you?"

Somi scoffs, "Well, yeah! Twilight just seems boring in comparison."

"Come on, guys," the employee interrupts, "you're holding up the line."

Jungkook turns towards you. "Do you still wanna see Twilight?"

Truthfully, you want to go home; but seeing how excited Jungkook was for the movie made you feel something, so you nod. He lets out a relieved sigh. 

He moves out of the way to allow his friends to buy their tickets first, slipping his sister cash to pay for hers, which she initially rejects. "I don't need your money," she claims.

"Just take it, Somi. I brought it for you." 

From what you can make out, it's enough to cover her ticket and grab something from the concession stand. The pair of siblings may bicker a lot, but it's nice to know Jungkook still looks out for his younger sister whenever he can.

Somi reluctantly accepts the money and purchases her ticket; you watch as Jungkook follows suit, ordering two tickets for Twilight and stopping you from opening your purse. "Don't worry about it."

"Oh, it's fine. I have enough." You reassure him.

Jungkook laughs to himself, "Why are the two of you like this?" He questions, fishing out crumpled dollar bills from his pocket and handing them to the cashier, who sighs in annoyance, straightening and inspecting each bill before placing it in his register.

You don't know why Jungkook insists on being so nice to you despite your persistence in not speaking to him. A part of you wonders if he thinks this is some kind of date now that the two of you will be separated from the group. It doesn't matter. You don't know why you're overthinking it.

Once all the tickets have been purchased, the seven of you head towards the concession stand. Somi debates pushing herself to the front of the long line, claiming that the theater should make accommodations for those whose movie is starting sooner. Or something like that, you can't really focus with the way Beomgyu is staring at you. You're used to guys always staring, but they tend to shyly look away upon making eye contact. 

Beomgyu is quite the opposite, staring you down every chance he gets. Your skin feels hot, and you're suddenly anxious under his gaze. 

When the group ahead of you has finished ordering and is heading off into their theater, you're sure to stick close to Jungkook as you approach the counter. Beomgyu eyes him over once before returning his gaze to you. "What can I get for you guys?"

Jungkook takes the liberty of ordering a large popcorn for the two of you to share and doesn't even get mad when you request a slushie instead of a fountain drink. He doesn't let you pay, swatting your hand away when you absentmindedly reach for your purse. "You seriously have to stop doing that." He mumbles, handing Beomgyu the cash.

Beomgyu quickly prepares the popcorn and Jungkook's drink but takes his time making your slushie. He's sure to fill it to the brim, and you're worried it may accidentally overflow and leave a sticky mess. "You didn't want candy or anything?" He questions, handing you your drink. 

You shrug, "Maybe Twizzlers, but—"

Before you can finish, Beomgyu is reaching under the counter and sliding you a pack of Twizzlers. "On me."

"Oh, are you sure?" You ask, hesitant to accept the free candy.

Beomgyu sends Jungkook a cocky smirk before he responds, "Yeah, enjoy the movie."

You thank Beomgyu and pretend to not notice the death glares the two boys are sending one another before walking with Jungkook to your theater. "That guy was weird." He comments.

"Yeah." You agree, but it's definitely not true. Beomgyu was friendly and clearly interested in you, unlike Jungkook, who sent you nonstop, draining mixed signals. If his definition of weird is someone straightforward, then you should start going after weirdos.

Once you're settled in your seats in the back of the theater — per Jungkook's request — he clears his throat and says, "So, I tried messaging you on Facebook. Didn't get anything back."

"Oh, sorry. I haven't been using Facebook that much." You reply, hoping your lame excuse is believable enough.

He nods, eyes bouncing between you and the movie trailers playing in the background. "Yeah, I figured." He says. When you don't respond, he continues, "I would've asked Somi for your number, but I didn't want her to get suspicious or anything."

"That's smart." You admit, nodding in agreement.

"Are you okay?" Jungkook asks suddenly, his full attention to you.

You finally make eye contact, and the expression on his face makes your heart sink. He looks genuinely concerned and confused by your sudden coldness. You hate being so mean to him, but you're too embarrassed to explain the real reason why you've been avoiding him. So you nod and say, "Just a little tired."

It's clear he doesn't believe this; the same expression is still on his face as he refocuses on the movie trailers. 

You hate how awkward it feels to be around him now. Never in a million years would you have guessed the two of you would end up like this. A week ago, you would've been overjoyed at the idea of being on a movie date with Jungkook, and now you're considering leaving early and catching a taxi home.

The two of you remain silent as the rest of the trailers play on, and Jungkook immediately sits up in his seat when the lights finally dim and the curtains are pulled back further. He's reticent throughout the movie, aside from a muffled chuckle occasionally; he even side-eyes anyone making too much noise.

You enjoy Twilight nonetheless, agreeing with Jungkook that you do, in fact, dress like Bella Swan from time to time. When he asks if you liked it as you're exiting the theater, you tell him it was very nice and that you hope there'll be another movie.

Jungkook smiles at this, tossing his empty cup in a nearby trash bin. "I'm sure there will be. Maybe they'll even cast you as Bella's stunt double since you already have the clothes."

"Shut up." You tease, and it feels nice to joke with him as usual. You may finally have the courage to tell Jungkook why you've been so distant these past few days.

Saw doesn't get out for another few minutes, so you're stuck waiting in the lobby for Somi and everyone else. Jungkook gestures towards the nearly empty slushie cup clutched in your hands, "You get free refills on that, I think."

You take his word, strolling over to the concession stand. Beomgyu spots you immediately and gestures for you to skip around the line. You shake your head, but he still beckons for you to come over. You feel bad, but the line has gotten longer since you were first here, and you really don't want to wait in a long line just for a refill. 

"What flavor?" He asks once you've slid him your cup.

You tell him anything is fine and he gets to work, combining the cherry and blue raspberry flavors. "How was the movie?"

"It was good. The vampire stuff was cool."

"Have you seen Saw yet? It just came out."

"No, I haven't."

"It's so good; if you wanna give me your number, maybe we can see it together sometime."

What is it with guys offering to take you out to a movie they've already seen? You're not complaining; it's just odd.

Beomgyu is clearly interested in you and has offered to take you out. You'd be silly to pass up on this guy just because your current relationship with your longtime crush is at a standstill. So you accept, scribbling your phone number down on a napkin with your name underneath. He promises to call you once his shift ends and that he looks forward to seeing you.

When you turn to meet up with Jungkook, he's gone. You catch him storming out of the theater, hauling ass to his car.

You run to catch up to him, calling out his name and begging him to slow down.

When he finally does stop, there's a look on his face that you've never seen before. He gets angry all the time, but this was something completely different. "So you were just using me, huh?"

What? What is he talking about?

"Using you for what?"

"To lose your virginity. You just wanted to get it over with, right?" His voice is slightly hushed now but still loud enough for you to feel embarrassed about anyone passing through the parking lot.

"Jungkook, what are you talking about?"

"You used me to lose your virginity, so when you date other guys you can tell them you've had sex before. Is that what this is?"

This accusation hurts, considering that Jungkook was the only guy you've ever been interested in romantically and sexually. You don't know where this theory originated, but you don't like it.

Jungkook continues before you respond, "I tried reaching out and talking to you, and you just blew me off! And yet, here you are, giving your number to random guys! Am I not good enough for you?!"

"It's not like that, Jungkook!" You don't mean to raise your voice at him, but you can't help it. Both of your emotions were at an all-time high.

"Then what is it like?!"

Here goes nothing.

There are already tears forming as you go to explain yourself. "I didn't reach out to you because…because I was embarrassed."

"You were embarrassed to have sex with me?"

"No!" You yell in reassurance, "No, no, no. Of course not. I was embarrassed because I know you didn't finish. I just thought maybe I did something wrong or didn't do enough."

Jungkook quirks a brow at you, "What makes you think I didn't finish?"

You really hate that he's making you explain this. "I saw the condom afterwards; it was empty."

"You went digging in my trash can to find the condom?" Now he looks more disgusted than confused; this is going so horribly.

"No! I saw it when I went to get my phone off the charger."

Jungkook takes a minute to process everything, scratching his chin in deep thought. You can't tell what he's feeling, but he does look hurt. It makes you regret avoiding him in the first place.

"So, you were prepared to never talk to me again over an empty condom?" Despite his stern demeanor, he's clearly shaking as he questions you.

You want to say no, that it wasn't a case, but you can't bring yourself to lie to him again. So you say nothing. Jungkook nods at your lack of response before turning around and walking towards his car. You remain still, frozen in place, watching as he sits on the hood of his car and smokes a cigarette.

If it weren't for Somi finishing her movie within the next few minutes, you would've walked the entire way home.

This bitch is driving you crazy.

Your older sister, Imogen, is home for a few days to start her wedding preparations. The fake bridezilla persona she's putting on bothers you the most, bursting out in tears at the most inconvenient times or having a breakdown about selecting a theme. Deep down, she doesn't care about any of this bullshit; she's like you about parties or big events.

"This is literally the biggest day of my life, and you're being so fucking difficult." Imogen snarls at you, pouring herself a cup of coffee. You're sitting a few feet away on the kitchen counter, staring out the kitchen window. Despite Imogen's occasional yelling and snarky comments, all you can think of is Jungkook.

It's been an entire week since the movie theater incident. You haven't stopped by the Jeon household not once, telling Somi you fell ill and don't want to get her sick. It's another lame excuse, but she buys it, opting to talk to you on the phone daily until you recover.

You have yet to speak to Jungkook; it's not like you've tried. The idea of messaging him on Facebook and not receiving a response makes you anxious. It's hard to believe you subjected him to the same torture not long ago. It doesn't help that Scarlett is suddenly all over his page, commenting on nearly every one of his posts, writing on his wall, or tagging him in pictures. Your recurring dream of curb-stomping her is back in full force.

You sigh at your sister, "Whatever you say, Imogen."

She waves dismissively at you, "Please, don't even talk to me right now."

You hop off the counter in annoyance and stomp off towards the staircase, mumbling, "Fucking drama queen."

"Language." Your mom warns you, flipping through one of the several bridal magazines your sister has stacked on the coffee table.

Imogen scoffs, setting her mug on the counter. "I'm the drama queen? Whenever I talk about my wedding, you throw a fucking fit!"

"Why are you pretending to care about this stupid wedding and that stupid boy you barely even know?!" You shout back from the staircase.

"If my wedding is so stupid, then don't come!"

"I don't even want to go to your stupid wedding, with your stupid fiancé and your stupid red velvet cake that no one's going to fucking eat!"

This is probably the dumbest fight you've ever had.

Imogen doesn't respond to this, advised by your mother not to and to let you stomp up the stairs in a furious rage. You make a beeline straight to your desktop, waking up the computer with a mouse shake and entering your password.

Facebook is already open once you've signed in, Jungkook's page staring right back at you. You're ashamed to admit you'd been cyberstalking him, but you had no choice. Seeing him in person would've been too much, but you still want to ensure he's doing okay.

There's a new post up when you refresh the page; you chew on your bottom lip as you anxiously wait for it to finish loading.

It's a picture of his dirty Chuck Taylor's perched upon a wooden stool. You recognize the background immediately; he's in the treehouse in his backyard. You and Somi would spend hours up there as kids, giving each other manicures and exchanging secrets; now, you can barely look her in the eye without bursting out in tears. You hate how complicated things have become.

A light tap against your door has you swiveling around in your chair. It's Imogen, leaning against your doorframe with her arms crossed. "Who's that?"

"Somi's brother." You respond, scrolling to a photo that actually shows his face.

Imogen steps further into your bedroom, squinting her eyes at the computer screen. "Oh, yeah. Hasn't changed much, has he?" When you remain silent, she asks, "Would it be wrong of me to assume he's the real reason why you're so upset?"

You sigh, letting your shoulders drop. "You'd be very correct, actually."

She nods in understanding, sitting on the edge of your bed. "So, what's going on? You like him?"

"We kind of like each other, I guess." You mumble. Honestly, you're not quite sure how Jungkook feels about you at the moment.

"And Somi doesn't approve of it?"

You snort, "Somi doesn't know. There was nothing to tell her at first, but things have changed."

"Are you guys dating?"

"No. We actually haven't talked in a week. I may have hurt his feelings."

Imogen nods towards your desktop, “Where is he now?”

You shrug, “Home, I guess.”

She stands, stretching out her limbs. She glances around your room, locates a jacket dangling lifelessly from your doorknob, and tosses it to you. “Let’s go.”

Taking an impromptu trip to the Jeon household had you sweating. What if Jungkook doesn’t even want to see you? What if Somi catches you talking and asks what’s going on?

Each concern you raise is instantly shot down by Imogen, claiming you’re creating excuses to avoid seeing him, how you’re only imagining the worst possible scenarios. You appreciate her overwhelming support but can’t help the nervousness creeping through your body as her car approaches the Jeon household.

“Remember, be apologetic but not desperate,” Imogen informs you, putting her car in park in front of the house.

“I am desperate.” You remind her.

“Well, don’t let him see it. You got this.”

You thank your sister one last time for the advice before stepping out of her car. You’re careful to avoid being seen from windows as you make your way into the backyard; not entirely sure what you’d say if Somi were to catch you.

You scale the tree quickly, silently praying the old wooden steps are stable enough to hold your weight. 

You sigh in relief once you’ve reached the top, only to groan at the sight of Scarlett sitting across from you. She looks up from her iPod with a bright smile, quickly pulling out her earbuds as you enter the treehouse. “Hey, stranger! Watcha doing here?”

Her enthusiasm really makes you sick. “Came to see Jungkook,” you pause to glance around the tiny, wooden deathtrap, “but he’s nowhere to be found.”

“He’ll be back soon; went to use the bathroom,” Scarlett informs you, running her hands through her hair. “So, you guys really like each other, huh?”

What? She knows about that?

“Jungkook told you?” You question, trying your best to appear unbothered. You’re unsure where she’s going with this, but you have no reason to trust her.

Scarlett nods, “We tell each other everything. So when he told me you guys weren’t talking, I may have devised a plan to help you come around. You do use Facebook, right?” She smirks

Holy shit, all the posts of them together were to make you feel jealous enough to have a conversation with him; and your sworn enemy was the mastermind behind it. It was all a ploy to get under your skin, and you fell right into the trap. 

“You’re a stubborn little thing, though. Didn’t think it’d take you so long.” She comments, slipping her jacket on.

You shrug, “I didn’t think he’d want to talk to me.”

“Jungkook always wants to talk to you. I don’t mind it, though. You seem good for him.”

Aside from Somi, Scarlett is probably the last person you would’ve expected to be supportive of your relationship with Jungkook. So, to hear she’d been secretly rooting for you behind the scenes nearly gives you whiplash. You almost feel wrong about your dreams of shoving her face into the pavement.

You tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, “So, nothing is going on between you guys?”

Scarlett grimaces as if you deeply offended her, “Of course not! Don’t get me wrong, he’s cute, but not my type. His sister is cute, though.”

Woah.

“Somi? Jeon Somi? You’re into her?” You ask, completely stunned.

“Hell, yes. Hey, do you think you could set us up? Jungkook would never.”

“You do know that Somi can’t stand you, right?”

Scarlett excitedly nods, “I know, it’s kind of a turn-on.”

You hold your hands out to stop her from elaborating any further. Scarlett has surprised you in more ways than one in less than five minutes. You’re sure any new information would’ve made your head explode.

“I’ll…try my best.” You promise; not quite sure how Somi would feel about the idea of Scarlett liking her.

“For what?” A voice interrupts, causing you and Scarlett to direct your attention to the treehouse’s entrance. And there he is, in all his gothic glory. 

“Girl talk, none of your business,” Scarlett responds, making room for Jungkook to crawl in. 

“Fine. You keep your secrets; I’ll keep mine.” Jungkook groans, sitting between the two of you.

“Will do. I’m outta here. Got a hot date with a box of hair dye. See you suckers later.” Scarlett waves goodbye as she exits the treehouse, reminding you of your promise before disappearing down the steps.

Jungkook clears his throat, sweeping his hair away from his eyes. "So—"

"I'm sorry," you cut him off, "I should've reached out and talked to you, but I was just too embarrassed and didn't know how to approach you about it. I really like you, and I wasn't using you to lose my virginity. I mean, you're the only person I've ever been interested in. So, again, I'm sorry."

He sighs, "I understand why you were embarrassed, but I promise it had nothing to do with you."

"Then what was it?"

Jungkook anxiously scratches the back of his head before he responds. "It's just that…sometimes…it takes me a little bit longer to, uh…to finish."

Oh.

"Is it because of your…size?" You can't help but wonder.

Jungkook snorts, "What, you think I'm big?"

"I'm out of here." You joke, faking as if you're about to leave.

"Wait, wait, wait." He stops you, "I was only kidding. I never really thought size played a factor in it, but every guy is different. But, still, that doesn't mean I didn't enjoy us having sex. I mean, you had already finished, and I didn't want to tire you out just for my sake."

Knowing he had a perfectly reasonable explanation makes you feel even worse about spending all that time avoiding him. You want to tell him you wouldn't mind him tiring you out, that the idea excites you, but you refrain.

A beat of silence passes, and you ask, "But, I'm sure if there's something that you're really into, then it wouldn't take as long for you to finish. Right?"

Jungkook nods, "I guess."

"Then, what is it? What are you into?"

He coughs, tips of his ears turning a light shade of pink. "Um…I guess I'm into…roughness?"

Ah. 

"That's not a big deal. A lot of people are probably into that."

"I mean, it's fine either way, but I mostly prefer when girls are kinda rough with me. Fuck, this is embarrassing."

"It's not!" You reassure him, placing a gentle hand on his knee, "It's nothing to be embarrassed about. I appreciate you trusting me enough to tell me."

Jungkook stares at your hand on his knee before placing his own on top. You twist yours upwards and interlock your fingers, not missing the smile that forms on his face. His bangs have swept into his eyes again, and you use your free hand to move them out of the way. "It was my first time, too, by the way."

You snort, "You don't need to say that just to make me feel better."

"I'm serious," he continues, "I mean, I've gotten pretty handsy in the past, but nothing like what we did."

You shake your head, "I don't buy it. You seemed so experienced like you knew what you were doing."

Jungkook shrugs, "I mean, I'm not completely innocent. I may occasionally watch certain videos and read certain stories from time to time."

Porn and smut. Beautiful combination.

He shakes his head, "You still don't believe me; how come?"

You sigh, memories of the night before he left for college flashing in your mind. How you ran home in tears, how he only responded to Scar's comment on Somi's Facebook post. It almost hurts to think about. "The night before you left for school, there was an opened condom wrapper on your floor. I just figured…you know."

Jungkook nods at the memory. "I wasn't gonna go to the dorms the next day. I was planning on running away, that's why I gave you that bandana. After my parents helped bring my stuff to the dorms, I was gonna put everything in my car then take off."

You're having a hard time processing this information. Why would Jungkook plan on running away? What does this story have to do with the empty condom?

He continues, clutching your hand even tighter. "I only told a few people I was leaving, and there was this one girl who came over to say goodbye. She'd been really into me for a while and was heartbroken that I was leaving. We were about to hook up, hence the condom wrapper, but I couldn't do it."

"Why?" You question.

"Didn't feel right. I wasn't into her the same way she was into me. Just couldn't do it." He explains, eyes staring deep into yours. You believe him; you know he's being truthful.

"What made you decide to stay?" You ask.

"For Somi," he answers, "I couldn't just leave her like that. And for you, too."

Though you've felt it for many years, telling Jungkook you love him is too soon. But you want to, so very badly.

"I'm glad you decided to stay." Your voice is barely a whisper now as you try to stop yourself from tearing up.

He nods, "Me too."

You sit in comfortable silence for a minute, clutching each other's hands. You wish you could stay like this forever. 

"I just realized you never told me if there's anything you're into." He points out.

You shrug, "Just you." And it's true: Jungkook is the only person you've ever been interested in. Everything he says and does is genuinely attractive to you.

He drops your hand gently, using it to tilt your head towards him, and he kisses you. 

You're quick to cradle the back of his head as his hands snake around your waist, deepening the kiss. You move to straddle his lap, slowly pushing him onto his back. He grunts in surprise, breaking away from the kiss. "You—"

"Stop talking." You demand before your lips intertwine with his once again. With one hand on his chest, you reach to grab a fistful of his hair and tug lightly, earning a satisfied moan from him. You're not used to being rough with guys, but you're sure Jungkook enjoys it with the way his erection is already pressing up against your thigh.

Reluctantly, you pull away from him and sit up, staring at him sprawled underneath you in complete awe. "Alright, I'll message you my number so we can text. See you later."

"No! No, no, no. Please don't go." He pleads, holding you in place when you go to stand, "Just stay a little longer, please."

You smile down at him, fighting the urge to stay in the treehouse. "I can't. Imogen is waiting out front. We'll see each other soon, okay?" You promise, planting a kiss on his forehead.

Jungkook nods, fingers drumming against the floor as he watches you crawl out of the treehouse. "Don't be too surprised if I seem extra excited to see you next time." He calls after you.

"Trust me, I won't."

Jungkook is the first boy to ever sneak in through your bedroom window.

He carelessly tosses his backpack in first, cringing when it lands on your carpeted floor with a loud thud. Though you’ve assured him your parents are heavy sleepers, he’s still worried you’ll get in trouble if he makes too much noise and accidentally reveals himself. “Sorry,” he apologizes, wrist gripping your forearm as you help pull him in.

“It’s fine,” you whisper back, “they’re not gonna wake up.”

“Still,” he grunts, using his upper body strength to pull him further into your room. “Don’t want you getting in trouble.”

It’s a day after the treehouse incident; as promised, you sent Jungkook your number and spent all day texting back and forth. Despite not being big on texting, you admire how Jungkook likes to keep you updated on what he’s doing and how he checks up on you to ensure you’re okay. 

“We’ll be fine, but just in case, I did make room for you in my closet in case you have to hide.” You inform him.

Jungkook stifles a laugh, “Good to know.” He settles himself on the edge of your bed, moving over once he realizes he’d sat on a pile of clothing. “Oh, were you about to shower?”

“I was,” you answer, moving the clothing over to your nightstand, “but I’ll wait until after you leave.”

He has to stop himself from making a joke about joining you in the shower. He nods, leaning down to drag his backpack towards him, “Guess what I got today.”

“What?” You question, legs folded underneath you as you sit beside him.

Jungkook slowly unzips his backpack, careful not to make too much noise before rummaging through it and clutching something in his hand. He momentarily turns his back towards you, clips something to his shirt, then turns back around.

There’s a name tag on his chest now with his name scribbled in black ink and a little star next to it. “A job?”

He nods, “At that music store, Spin City. Need to start saving up before classes start. Plus, I wanna take you out somewhere nice before summer’s over.”

You gulp, “Like, a date?”

“Yeah. I mean, unless… I don’t know. I just kinda figured…” He trails off, suddenly worried he may be scaring you off.

You grab ahold of his hand, “I know, and trust me, you’re perfect, and I want us to be together. But, the night we saw you at that party, I did ask Somi if she would be upset if I was into you. Surprisingly, she said she wouldn’t mind as long as I talked to her before making a move on you. And, well…”

“We made a move on each other without telling her,” Jungkook finishes for you.

You nod, “Exactly.”

He sighs, “So, I’m guessing that means you wanna wait before we make things official.”

“Yeah. No matter what, I still want to be with you. But it’d be best for all of us to get her on board with this first. Show her how much we truly care for each other, and make sure she’s okay with it. So she knows my relationship with you won’t affect our friendship, and vice versa.” You explain. Jungkook’s eyes never stray from yours, listening intently and nodding at everything you say.

“That’s fair,” he agrees, “It’s a good idea. Do you want me to talk to her? Or for us to talk to her together?”

You shake your head, “She’ll definitely freak out on you; it’s best if I do it alone first, then you talk to her afterward.”

Jungkook leans back against your bed, resting his head on your pillow. It’s funny how different your aesthetics are; he looks perfectly out of place, sprawled on your baby pink pillow surrounded by teddy bears. “When?”

“I dunno,” you respond, lowering yourself until your head rests comfortably on his bicep. “Doesn’t have to be right away. As long as it’s before we move into the dorms.”

“We shouldn’t wait too long, though. It’ll only make things worse.” Jungkook mumbles, pulling you closer to him.

“I know. I’ll have a talk with her soon, I promise.”

You interlock pinkies to solidify your promise and ease his nerves. You hadn’t realized how anxiety-inducing this was for Jungkook as well. The idea of Somi not approving of your relationship had him genuinely worried. 

“But, you should know that no matter what—” he starts.

You cut him off, “I know.”

The hands that once purposely dumped slime in your hair are now tugging your panties down your legs.

“Can we try something?” Jungkook asks with a mumble against your lips, your soft blue underwear now clutched in the palm of his hand.

“Like what? I actually make you come for once?” You joke, earning a laugh from Jungkook.

“Don’t worry about me.” He presses another kiss against your lips, “You trust me?”

“Of course.” You respond, sitting up in Jungkook’s bed as he moves backward, never breaking eye contact with you. He pushes your skirt up slightly but pats your hand away when you go to remove it altogether.

“Leave it on.” He commands, bringing himself at face level with your cunt.

You’ve never felt this shy in your life, grateful your bunched-up skirt created the tiniest barrier between having Jungkook see you all flustered. Never had you been this intimate with a guy, especially not a guy you technically weren’t even dating.

His thumb is circling your clit before you have the time to protest, to tell him he doesn’t have to do this just for your sake, but the feeling of his fingers pressed against you has you at a loss for words. 

“This okay?” He asks.

“Yeah.” You respond, tilting your head upwards to stare at the ceiling.

Before you know it, his middle and index fingers are pressed against your opening, eliciting a gasp from your lips. At your reaction, Jungkook slips his finger into your entrance, thumb still playing with your clit. He insists on being teasingly slow today, wanting to draw out every moment and observe your reaction.  

He pumps his fingers in and out of you in a slow, consistent motion, an amused smirk on his lips when he hears your breathing become ragged. Abruptly, he slips his fingers out of you, moving your thighs to rest them atop his shoulders. 

“Wait, you don’t have to—oh fuck.” You’re cut off by Jungkook pushing himself forward, placing a sudden kiss on your clit that has your hips jolting in the air. His hand grabs your waist and licks at your slit, keeping you in place as he gently returns your body to his mattress. 

His growing erection is the last of his worries, all too focused on dragging his tongue across your cunt. He flattens his tongue, pulling the wetness upward until he’s circling your clit again. In search of something to grab onto, your hands grip the bed sheets until Jungkook reaches forward, moving your hand over to grip his hair.

His eyes are closed when you look down at him, and you swear you can hear him moan as he eats you out. You try your best to keep the noise down out of fear someone will hear, but you can’t help but yell out when he’s back to fingering you, all while circling your clit with his tongue. 

Your grip on his hair tightens, pushing his face further into your pussy, and he lets out a satisfied groan. It’s embarrassing how quickly your orgasm approaches; everything with Jungkook is so intense. He knows this, eyes fluttering open to watch your expressions. Black eyeshadow is smeared across his eyelids as his eyes focus on your own, hands gripping your thighs as he tongue circles your clit.

His fingers are relentlessly pumping into your cunt now, contrasting against how teasingly slow his tongue is moving. He pulls his mouth away, lips glistening with your arousal, and asks, “You close?”

You don’t respond directly, but the grip you have on his hair gives him all the answers he needs before he’s diving back in. It doesn’t take much for you to come after that, a final kiss pressed on your clit, sending you over the edge and coating Jungkook’s fingers.

Jungkook doesn’t stop there, still continuing to lick and suck your clit until you’re begging him to stop from the overstimulation.

“Sorry.” He apologizes, planting a kiss on your inner thigh, “Was that good?”

“That was literally the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” You respond. Jungkook lets out a laugh as he crawls up next to you. “I should be upset with you, though.”

“What?” He questions, peppering your face with kisses, “Why’s that?”

“I came over to talk to your sister about us, and you distracted me.”

“How’d I do that?”

“Because! You came downstairs in your eyeshadow. Then you were all like, ‘Oh, hey. I cleaned my room; wanna check it out?’” You mimic a deep voice that sounds nothing like his. 

“I apologize for putting on eyeshadow, bringing you to my room, and eating you out. Can you find it in your heart to forgive me?”

“I guess.”

You both laugh at this as you move to pull your skirt down. “Hey, how’d you realize you like it when girls are rough with you?”

Jungkook shakes his head as the memory returns to him, a shy smile on his face as he glances over at you. “A couple years ago, I was picking on Somi for something. I don’t even remember why, but it got to the point where my parents were telling me to stop, and I wouldn’t. Then, you just started yelling at me out of nowhere, and I don’t know why, but it was the hottest thing ever. I was in awe. I really thought you were gonna slap me. Since then, it’s just been a turn-on of mine.”

“Wow. That’s actually kind of pathetic.” You tease.

He groans, “Please don’t say that. You’re gonna make me hard again.”

Laughter is shared between you once again before you lean your head down to rest on his chest, the sound of his steady heartbeat making you feel calm. A comfortable minute of silence passes before you have to address the unfortunate inevitable, “Somi should be here soon, right?”

“Yeah,” Jungkook mumbles, “within the next ten minutes.”

You sigh, “Next time I come over, I’ll have to tell her about us.”

The next time you stop by the Jeon household, Jungkook has you bent over in the backseat of his car.

His finger digs into your waist as his cock is plunging into you at full force, emptying all the thoughts from your brain. You still haven’t fully adjusted to his size, but you don’t care; the pain of being split open makes you come faster. It feels better.

Jungkook insisted on taking things slow, telling you that you’d need to adjust to his size, but the moment you sunk your dripping cunt onto him, he was under your spell. 

Your body lunges forward with every rough stroke Jungkook gives you, hands buried in your hair as he pulls you up against his chest. His hand moves from your hair down to your neck, tilting your head back while applying the slightest bit of pressure against your throat. Your eyes close out of instinct as tears form in the corner of your eyes before trickling down your cheeks. He kisses them away one by one before settling his lips on your neck. You make a mental note to check yourself for hickeys afterward.

You’re coming around him before you realize it, body spasming as you grip the driver’s seat headrest. Jungkook shows no signs of stopping or slowing down; in fact, he’s sped up even faster since fucking you through your orgasm. He lets go of your neck to push down on your back, left hand gripping your waist while the right intertwines your fingers with his. 

A few strokes later, he’s finally coming and jokes about showing you the used condom as confirmation.

You shake your head, gesturing for him to pass you the shorts he’d tossed in the front seat. “I can’t believe I let you trick me again.”

“What?!” He exclaims in utter shock, reaching in the front seat to grab your discarded clothing, “How exactly did I trick you?”

“I came over to talk to Somi, but then you were all like, ‘Hey, come look at my car; I just got it washed.’” You playfully roll your eyes, searching around the backseat for your underwear.

“Can I keep these?” He asks suddenly, the most nonchalant expression on his face as your panties dangle from his middle finger.

You scoff, reaching to snatch them from him, confused when he retracts his hand. “I think I will keep them until you talk to Somi. Since it was you who wanted to talk to her first.”

“Then, I guess I’ll get them back tomorrow because I’m definitely talking to her today.”

Except you don’t.

You spent the entire summer sneaking around with Jungkook and procrastinating about having that talk with Somi. It was anxiety-inducing, to say the least, and you had no idea how she’d react. You tell yourself she won’t be upset as long as you assure her your friendship won’t be affected by you dating her brother. 

You’re scheduled to move into the dorms within a few weeks, so it’s best to sort things out now before you all live under the same roof, unable to avoid one another. Jungkook doesn’t seem nervous at all. In fact, he’d given you a pep-talk the day before you showed up at their home.

“She can’t stay mad forever.” He pointed out, eyes sealed shut as you do his eyeliner.

“I know,” you mumbled, adjusting yourself on his lap, “but that girl can hold a grudge.”

“Right, but this is you we’re talking about. You mean a lot to her, to both of us, actually.”

His words play in your mind as you enter the Jeon household, following Somi into the kitchen. “Baking something?” You ask, a sweet, decadent scent hitting your nose.

“Brownies for some stupid bake sale my parents are having. Help me clean up?” She asks, pouting her lips at you.

“Sure.” You agree, under the assumption that there wouldn’t be much to even clean up. 

Boy, you were wrong. It’s like Somi used every dish in the house to make one sheet of brownies. There’s no backing out now; you already agreed to help, and it’d be best to stay on her good side for now.

She gets to work rinsing each dish before handing them to you to load the dishwasher, moving quickly to get everything done faster.

“What a beautiful friendship.” A familiar voice comments; you fight back a smile as Somi groans at her brother.

“You wouldn’t know; you don’t have any friends,” Somi responds, laughing at her words.

“Neither will you, soon,” Jungkook whispers back, groaning when you swat him in the chest. “Any brownie batter left?”

“None for you. Shouldn’t you be at work?” Somi asks, handing you another dish.

Somi takes a break from rinsing off the dishes to bicker with Jungkook for a minute. You tune out from the conversation, dipping your fingers into the leftover batter bowl and gathering the chocolate on your fingers.

“I’m leaving, I’m leaving,” Jungkook says. When Somi finally directs her attention elsewhere, Jungkook takes the opportunity to grab your wrist, bringing your fingers up to his lips before sucking the chocolate off them. 

Your eyes practically bulged out of your head, nervously glancing behind you to ensure Somi hadn’t seen anything. You swat at Jungkook’s chest for the second time, and he laughs as if you’re being overly dramatic. It’s odd how surprisingly calm he is about everything. His demeanor would have worried you if you didn’t trust him so much. 

Jungkook wipes the renaming bit of chocolate around his lips before mouthing ‘Good luck.’ You give him a nervous smile, watching as he slips past Somi and leaves out the front door. You get back to work, making small talk with Somi as you help her load the dishwasher.

It’s now or never.

“So,” you start, “we’re gonna be living together soon.”

Somi smiles, “Finally! God, I can’t wait to have some freedom. My stupid curfew is a major cock-block. Right when things are finally getting good on a date, I have to go back home. So fucking frustrating. There’s literally cobwebs in my vagina.”

You snort, loading the final dish into the washer. “Well, you won’t have that problem anymore.”

“I know. And maybe you’ll even find someone worthy even to date you.” Somi jokes, hopping on the kitchen counter.

“Uh, what if I already have found someone…worthy enough?” You question, pressing a few buttons to get the dishwasher going.

“As if.”

“Somi, I’m serious.”

She sighs, still not buying your confession. “Alright then, who is it?”

“...Your brother.”

A beat of silence passes, and then Somi doubles over in laughter, nearly slipping off the counter several times in seconds. It takes her a minute to catch her breath, clutching her collar for support as she regulates her breathing; even tears are forming in her eyes. “Holy fuck, can you imagine? You and my brother? Jesus Christ.”

“Look, there really isn’t an easy way to say this, but we really do like each other. We’ve been…together this whole summer. Well, not officially; I didn’t want to put a label on anything without talking to you about it first.” You finally confess. The weight on your shoulders doesn’t immediately drop as you expected; it’s like the load has gotten heavier.

Somi has a blank expression as she stares at you, eyes darting around the kitchen as she processes the information. “You’re serious?”

You nod.

She shakes her head, “What kind of friend are you?”

Fuck.

“Somi, please, let me—”

She cuts you off, hopping off the counter and inching towards you. “So, what? All this time, you were using me to get close to Jungkook? Out of every fucking guy on the planet?!”

“No! Of course not! Somi, I never even imagined myself in a relationship with him until this summer, I swear!” Your voice trembles as Somi approaches you. The two of you have never been in a physical fight before, but the expression on her face tells you there’s a first time for everything.

“Oh, really? You expect me to believe that, huh? So it’s just a coincidence that you guys suddenly got together right before we’re all gonna be living in the same building?”

“I know it doesn’t sound great, but—”

“I think you should go.” Somi cuts you off calmly, her sudden change in demeanor shocking you. A moment ago, she looked angry enough to hit you, but now, she seems a few seconds away from breaking down in tears. 

You nod understandably, telling Somi to take all the time she needs and to call you when she’s ready to talk. 

She doesn’t say a word as you exit her house, and you wonder if you’ve just lost the best friend you’ve ever had. 

“I’ve never seen her this angry, Jungkook. I thought she was gonna hit me or something.” You groan, ear pressed up against your phone as you rant to Jungkook.

It’d been a few hours since you left Somi’s house; Jungkook had promised to call you during his break to hear how the conversation went. You’re still shaking as the memories flood you, how your best friend in the world accused you of using her. What a fucking joke. 

“She’ll get over it, trust me. Y’know, before I called you, she spent five minutes yelling at me over the phone. Five fucking minutes, and I just took it. She’ll be fine.” He says, following up with a loud slurping noise that suggests Jungkook has chosen to have ramen for lunch.

It’s astonishing how calm he’s managed to stay this entire time.

You flip over on the couch, head resting on the armrest as you stare at the ceiling. “I just don’t wanna lose her. She’s a fireball, for sure, but she’s my fireball. I don’t know what I’d do without her.”

“I just told you you’re not gonna be without her, okay?”

“...Okay.”

There’s a knock at your front door, most likely from the pizza delivery Jungkook had sent to your house.

“I gotta go. The food is here. Are you still stopping by after your shift?”

“Of course. You gonna be alright?”

“Yeah,” you stand, making your way to the front door. “I’ll save you some pizza.”

He chuckles at that, “You better. I’ll see you later, okay? I love you.”

He what?

“You what?” You pause, hand on the doorknob.

“I love you, and I’ll see you later.” He hangs up.

You don’t have time to process his words; the knocking at your front door happens again.

Twisting the knob, you’re met with Somi staring back at you. “Somi? What’re you—”

“I don’t care if you date Jungkook.” She claims, storming through your front door, “If you guys want to be together, then I’m not standing in the way. But I will not be your friend if you date him, so it’s either him or me.”

You follow Somi into your living room, your pulse quickening upon hearing her ultimatum. “Somi, that’s not—”

“Before you choose…as a girl, and as your friend, I have to be completely honest with you.” She sighs, fingers nervously raking through her hair as she sits on your couch. “I called Jungkook after you left, and he talked to me about you guys.”

You nod, taking a seat next to her. “Okay, and…?”

Jeon Somi isn't blind to this, immediately pulling you away from the crowd to question the longing gaze on your face. "Out of every fucking guy here with us, you're making eyes at my brother? You do know that Jungkook is completely gross, right?" She was so furious, you're surprised no steam was blowing from her ears.

Deny it all you want (and you certainly did within that fifteen-minute interrogation); Jungkook very clearly had a hold on you that lasted many years following that fateful night. He wasn't even your usual type; he wouldn't be caught dead around the guys you're typically drawn to. He had a rebellious side; maybe that's why getting him out of your head was nearly impossible. 

Of course, the eternal guilt of falling for your best friend's older, dumbass brother is also difficult to get out of your head.

It can't be helped, really. Anytime you'd visit their home, your eyes would automatically wander through the crack of his doorway as you'd pass by. Whether he was messily cutting his dark hair while blasting Pierce the Veil from his speakers or giving himself a new Stick-and-Poke tattoo as he waited for a CD to finish burning, you long to break away from Somi for a moment to speak to him. Ask him about his day or if his band had any upcoming gigs. You'd even talk to him about paint drying if it meant you'd get to be in the same space as him. 

So it's safe to say you were completely heartbroken when he left for college. Somi, however, is over the moon. Or so you think.

"… He's your brother, though. You don't think you're gonna miss him at all?" You ask, watching Somi delicately paint your fingernails a pretty shade of purple.

She shrugs, "I mean… it's definitely gonna be weird not seeing him around the house every day, but he'll still visit sometimes. Maybe."

Deep down, Somi knows Jungkook won't visit much. He'd been craving freedom and independence from their parents for ages, and moving away for college gave him the perfect opportunity to live as he pleased. They weren't fond of the clothes he wore or the friends he had, and absolutely couldn't bear the music his band makes. They criticized every little thing about him, and he'd finally be getting a break from them.

As you're about to ask Somi if she's okay, she stands from her bed, screwing the nail polish closed. "I'll be back. I have to let Bam out." Her voice is shaky, and she doesn't look at you as she exits the room.

You take the opportunity to make your way down the hall and to Jungkook's door, which he has conveniently left wide open as he scrolls on his desktop. His knees are pressed against his chest as he's heavily focused on editing his Facebook page. There's a rock song playing lightly from another tab that you can't quite identify; he uses his free hand to gently tap along to the beat of the music.

His room is covered in cardboard boxes, soon to be packed into his parents' minivan and making their way to the University of San Francisco dorms.

Your knuckles tap on his wooden door, your heart fluttering when he turns around, and you realize he's changed the ring on his lip from black to silver.

He nods at you, "What's up?"

"Nothing. I just know you're leaving in the morning, and I wanted to say bye. And wish you good luck, of course." You're not sure why you're so heartbroken. It's not like the two of you were ever a thing. It's not like this would be your last time seeing him. Why were you so upset?

"Cool, thanks." You assume that was his way of indirectly telling you to get out until he reaches into his desk drawer and says, "Catch," before tossing something towards you.

Careful not to mess up your manicure, you easily catch the item, unfolding what appears to be a purple bandanna. "What's this for?" You ask, inspecting the material in your palms.

"To remember me by, duh. Plus, it matches your nails.”

It'd be silly to tell him you genuinely don't need this because there was no way in hell you could ever forget about him. Instead, you clutch the bandana tightly in your fist and make a silent vow to keep it with you at all times; have a piece of him with you at all times.

You thank him and tell him it's nice, but all you can wonder is why he even wants you to remember him in the first place. Maybe you're overthinking. He probably just didn't care for the useless accessory anymore.

When you turn to leave, Jungkook stops you with a gentle call of your name. He turns his head in your direction, tugging his bottom lip between his teeth. "Can I tell you something?"

"Anything." You whisper back, praying you don't sound overly desperate for a more extended interaction with him.

A beat of silence passes, and just as he opens his mouth to respond, Somi is stomping up the stairs and belting out your name. You gaze away from Jungkook to glance behind you, listening as his sister shouts about doing each other's makeup.

"Never mind, actually. It's not important." Jungkook interrupts, and you physically feel your heart sink to the floor.

You're about to be annoying and pry a response out of him until your eyes dart to his floor, and you see it. What slipped out from his drawer when he tossed the bandana at you. 

A condom wrapper. An empty one, at that.

It's embarrassing how quickly your vision becomes glossy, salty tears threatening to release with each passing second. Of course, he's fucking someone. Of course, that person isn't you. Of fucking course.

You shouldn't be surprised; he's probably more into girls with a similar aesthetic. She's probably covered in tattoos and piercings, just like him. She's probably older than you and may even have her own car, unlike you, who still had to catch rides with your parents or older sister. 

It's odd, though. You're not entirely naive; you know Jungkook definitely flirts with you here and there, catching his eye when his gaze lingers on you for a second too long. There's a noticeable tension between the two of you that even your parents have teased about. And this whole time, he's been screwing someone else?

Jungkook hangs out with so many girls it'd be useless to even attempt to uncover who this mystery person is. It's none of your business, anyway. 

So you leave.

You tell Somi you'll get grounded if you're home past curfew, and with tear-stained cheeks, you run home.

The following day isn't any easier.

Somi posted a photo on FaceBook of herself and Jungkook posing together, arms wrapped around each other, with the caption "c u l8r alligator XD". The comments are already flooded with responses wishing Jungkook farewell, some from family members or friends of the siblings.

"Don't 4get abt me!!!!!! >:( "from a girl with red hair catches your eye because it's the only one Jungkook responded to. You can't bring yourself to read his full reply, fingers moving to quickly close the tab after seeing the word 'Never.'

It's probably her, you think to yourself, the one he's sleeping with.

Maybe it's for the best that Jungkook's moving away; it'll give you some time to get over him. 

And you most certainly did.

The only time he ever crosses your mind is when Somi brings him up (which she rarely does) or when you pass by his empty bedroom. Deep down, you know you'll always care for Jungkook on some level, but time away from him was just what you needed. You were too attached to him for no fathomable reason, rejecting any guy interested in you with the premise of being loyal to a guy who didn't even want you. He'd probably been sneaking girls in through his window, with you a few doors down doing magazine quizzes with his sister; blissfully unaware of what was happening down the hall.

You’re better off without him.

That's what you've been telling yourself daily until now. It's the start of summer vacation, and Jungkook's been summoned home to spend it with his family before Somi (and you) transfer to the University of San Francisco. 

Jungkook was hesitant about coming home, as he always is. In constant fear that his parents have some elaborate plan for him to change his major or set him up with someone they deem acceptable, nothing like the girls he hangs around and probably invites back to his dorm.

It took days of convincing until Jungkook finally agreed to come home, under the premise that his parents' intentions were pure and that they simply wanted one last summer together before Somi moved away for college. They also hoped he'd be able to house-sit and watch over Somi for a few days as they took their annual anniversary trip to San Diego. That, however, took some bribing and the promise of gas money on their end.

He's not due to arrive until tomorrow morning, and you've convinced yourself there's no reason for you to see him right away. You'd be fine if the next time you saw him was in a few months as you're moving into your dorm. After years of longing, you've finally moved on from him.

Some of you have debated telling Somi about your past feelings for her brother, but there's no point. It was a one-sided relationship with absolutely zero depth, nothing worth discussing. So when she nudges your side and asks if you're interested in anyone, you reply with a shake of your head.

Somi has no reaction to this; she can't remember the last time you've been into anyone despite having the entire male population at your school practically throwing themselves at you. "Maybe you'll meet someone tonight."

She's referencing the house party you're going to, which she practically had to drag you out of your room to attend. Parties are different from your scene, especially on a day like today when you were hoping to have a girls' night with Somi. She had other plans, however.

"Maybe," you respond, sighing as the house you're attending is finally in your viewpoint. "We're not staying long, right? It looks packed."

Cars are parked throughout the street, one house, in particular, being the center of attention with loud music and drunk people decorating the front yard of a suburban-looking home. Somi looks as ecstatic as ever, looping her arm in yours and picking up her pace. She doesn't respond. It doesn't matter. Her response would've disregarded your concern.

One car catches your eye as you enter the unfamiliar house; it's parked towards the end of the street, and you swear you've been in it before. You're not able to dwell on it for too long, though, because Somi has to practically yank you through the front door.

Your nerves are at an all-time high. The music is entirely too loud, and there isn't a single sober person in sight. You're not sure how Somi even found out about this party, but you really wish she would've left you out of it. You'd go now if it were acceptable, but Somi would've stayed regardless, and you refuse to leave her alone. So, you push your feelings to the side and take her hand as she leads you towards the kitchen. 

"Thirsty?" Somi questions, forcing a red solo cup into your hand.

"Not at all," you respond, sighing as Somi pours something into your cup.

"It's just ginger ale," she reassures you, "I don't think either of us should get drunk here." For once, she's being reasonable.

Somi suggests you do a lap around the house in hopes of running into people you may have gone to school with. And to your surprise, a decent amount of your past classmates have decided to attend. You feel more at ease with them around, a bit more comfortable now that you're around recognizable people. Although you initially hesitated to show up, you're glad you did. 

"Anybody catch your eye yet? Or are you still breaking hearts?" Your old classmate, Yeoreum, questions.

You shake your head, about to explain that you're not interested in dating right now, until she gestures behind you. "That guy is pretty cute."

You shift on the couch, looking around until you spot who Yeoreum had been gesturing towards. You locate him finally, and she's right; he is cute. He just seems so familiar.

That's when it hits you.

"Oh my God," you whisper, eyes locked on him, and you slowly rise from the couch.

It's Jungkook. And the car you recognized was his. He's here. What is he doing here? He isn't due to be back until tomorrow morning.

You almost don't realize it's him until you spot the mole under his lip. He's grown his hair out and stopped dyeing it, the slew of tattoos that decorated his arm (God, did he start working out, too?) nicely connected, now creating a sleeve, and he's given himself an eyebrow piercing. Your feelings for him come rushing back in full force.

Panicked, you reach for Somi's hand, but she's nowhere to be found. Careful not to be seen by her brother, you bow your head slightly, passing through a crowd of sweaty bodies until you finally spot her kitty heels. She's leaned against a wall, swirling around her cup while flirting with some guy you'd seen around school a few times.

Creating some much-needed distance between the two, you tug Somi towards you. "I think I just saw your brother."

"What? No, he won't even be in the city until tomorrow morning." 

Frustrated, you quickly search the crowd until your eyes land on him again. You ignore the fact that he's now speaking to some girl with red hair and tattoos scattered across her arm and point in their direction, "Well, then that guy looks just like him."

Somi squints her eyes in disbelief at the boy in question until the doubt becomes confusion, and the confusion becomes realization. "Oh my God! The fuck is he doing here?" She turns towards you as if you're supposed to have the answer.

"The fuck should I know? You said he wouldn't be here until tomorrow morning!"

"Because that's what he told our parents! How was I supposed to know he was gonna be here? I never would've come if I knew!"

"What are you guys doing here?" A voice you haven't heard in so long interrupts. You don't even want to turn around.

"What are you doing here?" Somi throws back, and the two stare at each other in angry silence for a moment until Jungkook steps to the side. "Upstairs," he says, nodding towards the staircase.

"But—"

"Go."

Somi's clearly aggravated but makes her way towards the stairs. You remain in place with your arms crossed, raising a brow in confusion when Jungkook looks at you. "What?"

"You too."

"I'm not—"

"I'm not asking again," he says simply. You convince yourself that you only take his command because you don't feel like fighting. Definitely not because it's interesting to have him boss you around.

Trudging up the stairs behind Somi, you wait with her in the hallway until Jungkook arrives. "Come on," he says, entering a bathroom and turning the light on. Neither you nor Somi protest; there really isn't any point.

As soon as the door is shut, Somi is yelling at the top of her lungs. "What the fuck are you doing here?! You said you wouldn't be back until tomorrow morning! Mom and Dad had to push their trip back just to give you more time to arrive, and you're already fucking here?! The fuck is the matter with you?!"

"I'm not gonna respond if you're gonna be yelling like this." Jungkook says calmly, leaning against the sink, "Let me get my questions out first, then I'll answer any of yours, deal?"

Somi glances over at you, sitting on the bathtub's edge, and you nod. She returns her attention back to Jungkook, takes a deep breath, then agrees. 

"Now, what are you guys doing here?! How'd you even get invited?! And you're drinking?!" The calm demeanor from earlier slips away in a matter of seconds, clearly a hoax just to get Somi to calm down enough to let him speak.

"It's just ginger ale, and we've barely even had any! We were invited by our friends, okay? We have just as much right to be here as you do."

Jungkook scoffs, clearly unamused. "Right, and I'm assuming Mom and Dad know you're here then, huh?"

Somi nervously tucks a hair behind her ear. You wonder why you even have to be in here with them. It's not like Jungkook is your brother, anyway. 

"We told our parents that we were going to a birthday party at a friend's house." Somi mumbles, barely able to look Jungkook in the eye.

"And what did they say when they dropped you guys off?"

"They didn't drop us off," you interrupt, "we walked here."

"Well, I wasn't gonna tell him that." Somi glares at you, it takes every bone in your body to not to laugh at her.

You're so over this. You didn't want to attend this dumb party in the first place, and seeing Jungkook flirting with some girl who could've been his female counterpart was the icing on the cake. It doesn't matter if your feelings for him were gone before tonight; every little emotion you'd felt for him over the years had returned (as if they ever left).

"And how exactly did you two geniuses plan on getting home?"

"Same way we got here."

"Can you please just let me handle this? Jesus Christ…" Somi shoots another frustrated glare at you, and you can't help but roll your eyes at her. She turns back towards her brother, "Can you answer my questions now?"

Jungkook's eyes anxiously dart around the cramped bathroom, landing on you a few times before he's slowly nodding his head. "Alright, Mom and Dad basically forced me to spend the whole summer here, and I kept asking myself why they were so persistent about it. They finally told me they needed me to watch over you and the house for their stupid trip. I had plans too, you know? That I had to derail for them. My band could've spent this summer touring, making real money, and now we can't. So, they wanna inconvenience me? I'll inconvenience them right back."

"…Inconvenience them by doing what?" Somi asks the exact question you had.

Jungkook shrugs, "By telling them I'm gonna be arriving a day late, duh."

You and Somi exchange an awkward glance at one other before silently agreeing not to tease him about it. If this was his badass way of retaliating, who were you to rain on his parade?

"Are you gonna tell anyone you saw us here?" Somi questions, a noticible tremble in her voice.

"As long as you guys don't tell anyone you saw me."

It's a fair trade, you accept it. You're even more delighted when Jungkook says he's taking the two of you home. Somi, however, isn't too happy about this, claiming there were so many people she didn't get to speak to, and how'd this be the last time she'd get to see them before moving away for school. You're not sure if Somi is really good at getting what she wants, or if Jungkook was tired of hearing her complain, but he finally gives in and grants her ten more minutes to socialize before meeting him at his car.

"If you're not at my car in ten minutes, I swear to God I'm calling mom." Jungkook scolds, holding the bathroom door open as the three of you finally exit.

A loud, drunk voice suddenly shouts, "Woah, Jungkook! Two girls at the same time!? You fucking beast!"

"They're my sisters, you fucking pervert!" He shouts back.

You can't even dwell on how disgusting the original comment was, only being able to focus on the fact that Jungkook just reffered to you as his sister. As conceited as it may sound, you're not used to rejection or guys putting you in the friend-zone. Whatever little game Jungkook had been playing with you over the years was completely new territory. And right when you think things couldn't possibly get any worse, he calls you his sister.

What the actual fuck.

The next ten minutes go by in a blur; Somi has ditched you for a second time that night to talk to the guy from earlier. When it's finally time to leave, you find her Sat on his lap with her arm hung across his shoulder, laughing at an unfunny pickup line he'd used on her.

"It's time, Somi," you interrupt, helping her stand.

"Wait, wait, wait," she persists, directing her attention back to the boy, "tomorrow at five, right?"

"And not a second later." He sends her a disgusting wink that makes your skin crawl.

Somi is so love-struck you're surprised there isn't an arrow lodged in her back. She can barely form a proper sentence, erupting into a fit of giggles every few seconds as you make your way to Jungkook's car. "Wasn't he just gorgeous?"

You shrug, linking arms with her. "He was alright."

Stunned, Somi gasps at you, "Just alright? He was literally like a Greek God."

"I'm not saying he's unattractive; he's just...not really my type."

"And what is your type, Miss. Never-Has-Been-Interested-In-Anyone?"

Now, there's the question of the hour. You have to word your response very carefully; don't be too obvious about the fact that your ideal type is her older sibling. 

"I guess I prefer guys with an edgier look to them, you know? Tattoos, piercings..." Despite your attempt to sound as nonchalant as possible, your heart is beating out of your chest from the mild confession.

Somi snickers, then playfully groans. "It sounds like you're describing my brother."

Now, you really have to test the waters.

"Since you brought him up, would it be so bad if I did like Jungkook? Hypothetically speaking, of course." You're not sure what prompts you to even ask this. It's not like he's even interested in you; he literally just referred to you as his sister.

A beat of silence passes as Somi gathers her thoughts, then she says, "No."

"What?"

You've finally reached Jungkook's car at this point, beating him there. You sit atop the trunk, feet hovering above the ground as the cold, nighttime air swirls around you. Somi shakes her head, "Obviously, it wouldn't be the ideal situation, but I guess I wouldn't mind as long as you talked to me about it first."

"First?" You mimic.

"Like...assuming you'd wanna date him or something. Just so I'm not blindsided, you know?"

This is the last thing you would've expected your impulsive, hotheaded (yet oh-so-loveable) best friend to be reasonable about. Mainly because she lectured you for nearly twenty minutes when she first suspected you had a crush on Jungkook. 

You go to respond, but Jungkook, finally arriving at the car, captivates both of your attention. He finishes off his can of Pepsi before crushing the aluminum and tossing it to the ground. "Ready?" He questions.

There's no point in giving him a speech about littering; you're just ready to go home.

He fishes his keys from his pocket and unlocks the car door; Somi opens the backseat and jumps in before you have the chance, sprawling across the aged leather. "Move over," you nudge her foot with your knee; she pulls away from you.

Jungkook calls your name, "Just sit up front. She's not gonna move."

Now, this is new. You've ridden in the backseat of his car with Somi more times than you can count; he'd never allow either of you to sit shotgun with him; typical annoying older brother bullshit.

Don't make a big deal out of this, you say to yourself, climbing into the passenger seat of his car.

Somi and Jungkook bicker the entire ride to their parent's house, partially out of annoyance with each other, but you also get the feeling that neither of them were genuinely ready to leave the party. You're surprised Jungkook even enjoyed parties; he spent most of high school either working, hanging out at skate parks, or practicing with his band in their garage. College must've really changed him, and you're unsure how to feel about it. 

Jungkook parks a few houses down from their parent's house and unlocks the doors, "Get out," he says into the backseat.

"Where are you gonna spend the night?" Somi questions, stretching her arms outward.

"I checked into a motel this morning. I'll be back here tomorrow around noon. And, hey," Jungkook turns around, pointing a finger at his sister. "Don't tell them you saw me."

Mockingly, Somi points a finger right back at him. "Telling them I saw you would be exposing myself, cock-sucker. Leave me alone." She angrily begins to climb out of the car, annoyed at how little trust Jungkook had in her.

You turn to go, but Jungkook's cold hand on your bicep stops you, "Where you goin'?"

"I'm gonna walk home from here. It's only a few minutes away," you respond.

Jungkook shakes his head, "I'm dropping you off. You haven't moved since I left, right?"

"No, but it's fi—"

"Then your house is on the way to my motel. We're going in the same direction; might as well ride together."

It truly does make more sense to ride together, and rejecting his offer any further surely would raise suspicions. You don't want either of them to believe you'd feel uncomfortable being alone with Jungkook because that couldn't be farther from the truth. You're perplexed about your feelings now, and you don't want to do anything you'd regret just because of the confusion.

"Okay, then." You glance over your shoulder at Somi, "Will you need any help getting ready for your date tomorrow?"

Suddenly embarrassed, Somi shushes you, gesturing that Jungkook is literally right next to you and would prefer that he didn't hear about her dating life. Jungkook genuinely couldn't care less and is instead patiently waiting for his sister to get out.

She does finally, and Jungkook resumes his path to your house. He turns the radio on, switching between stations until he stops on one that's playing a song he's familiar with. You drive silently for a few minutes; the only sounds being heard are the distant noises from the car's motor and Jungkook humming along to the radio.

He breaks the silence by saying, "I was surprised to see you back there. You never really seemed like the type to enjoy parties."

You chuckle, "I could say the same for you; I don't remember you attending any in high school."

"That's 'cause house parties weren't my thing," he explains, "I went to raves or parties that would happen at the skate park. I don't really like being at someone else's house for too long; it feels too intimate."

Now that you think of it, skate park parties and raves seem much more like his scene.

"Well, I only went because Somi was going, and I didn't feel comfortable with her being there alone. Otherwise, I never would've gone." You admit, resting your head against the window.

"Thanks for looking after her, by the way. You're a good friend."

"I'd do anything for her." Your voice is barely a whisper now, getting quieter with every word you say.

Silence passes, and he says, "Did you know your guys' dorm room is gonna be right under ours?"

"Seriously?" You respond, genuinely curious.

"Mmm-hmm. My roommate, Mingyu, and I are gonna be the worst upstairs neighbors ever." He teases as you roll your eyes. Your mind can't decipher whether this banter is playful & platonic or romantic. Everything Jungkook does confuses you.

"If that's the case, I'll be sure to move to an entirely new building."

"What, so you can have your boyfriend protect you?"

Pause. Boyfriend?

You nearly give yourself whiplash from how hard you spun around to look at Jungkook. "Boyfriend?" You ask.

He shrugs nonchalantly, keeping his eyes on the road. "I just assumed you'd have one by now. Do you?"

There he is again with his mind games. What the fuck was he talking about?

After letting out a very frustrated sigh, you mumble, "No, Jungkook, I do not have a boyfriend."

"Good. Focus on school."

Now he's pissing you off. You wish he'd shut up for the rest of the car ride. "It's nice to see you again, by the way."

Holy shit, you feel like jumping out the window.

"Yeah, great seeing you too. Oh, there's my house. I can walk from here." You make quick work of undoing your seatbelt.

"You sure? I can drop you off at the door."

"No, no. It's best if my parents don't see you so they don't accidentally tell your parents that they saw you." You lie, racking your brain for any excuse imaginable.

He nods, deciding it's best to drop you off a little further from your house. "Then, I'll see you tomorrow?"

"What?" You stop dead in your tracks, one hand clutching the door handle.

"Aren't you coming over tomorrow to help Somi get ready for her…thing? I'll be back home by then."

He's right; you'd be back in his house, and he'll be there this time. It's no big deal. You'd only be there for an hour (at most) to help her prepare, and then you could go the whole summer without seeing him again.

"Yeah, I'll see you then."

The following day, Somi is back to her unreasonable self, expecting you to wait at her house for her to return from her date.

"Please? We're just going to get pizza; we won't even be gone that long." She pleads, adding the finishing touches to her makeup.

You'd already spent over an hour helping her prepare, and now she expects you to do nothing but await her return. You know her heart's in the right place; she just wants to be the first to hear all the exhilarating details about her date. Still, a phone call would suffice. 

"What am I supposed to do while I wait for you to come back?" You whine.

"Just hang out here! Watch a movie or something!" She suggests, trying her absolutely hardest to sound enthusiastic. Her phone buzzes in her hand before she has the chance to continue, eyes lighting up as they flicker across the bright screen.

Somi clutches her phone, locks eyes with you, then rushes towards the door. You're faster, though, quickly capturing her wrist before she's barely reached the hallway. "I'm going home."

"No! If you stay here, I'll bring you back pizza, and we can have a girls' night like we were supposed to yesterday! Come on, please?" She begs, pouting her lips.

You go to reply, but the bathroom door swings open, and Jungkook strides out. Just to your luck, he's shirtless; water droplets descend from his hair as he towel-dries it. As he enters his bedroom, he mocks his sister's high-pitched whine, earning a lethal glare and a slew of swears thrown at him.

Perhaps you should stay.

"Fine, but you're lending me your pajamas." You give in, earning an enthusiastic shriek from your best friend. 

Somi wraps you in a brief, yet tight, hug before shouting, "Be back soon!" Then she's rushing down the stairs and out the front door. It's not often that Somi makes you wait for her return, but you absolutely despise it whenever it does occur. She's never back by the time she promises and gets upset when you try to call and check up on her.

And speaking of calling, you're sure your phone is dead by now. You insisted Somi bring her's along just in case, so you're left with one option.

Jungkook's door is wide open (as usual) when you go to knock. He's fully clothed now, pairing his black sweatpants with a matching black t-shirt. His hair appears mostly dry now, chaotic as ever, but dry. You don't think he's ever looked this good before.

He's sat on his bed, flipping through the latest copy of Rolling Stone when you arrive. He glances over at you and lets out a dry chuckle.

"What's so funny?" You ask.

"You're dressed like Bella Swan." He responds casually, eyes raking up and down your body. 

"Who?"

"From Twilight. You know, that new movie that came out?" He seems genuinely surprised that you don't seem to know anything about this movie, not even the name of (who you suspect to be) the main character.

You lean against the doorframe, "Haven't seen it."

"It's a great movie, seriously. Some friends and I are seeing it in a few days if you and Somi wanna come." He suggests, flipping another page in the magazine.

You let him know you'll ask Somi if she's interested before remembering why you came to his room in the first place and ask if you can borrow his phone charger. Jungkook directs you to where it's plugged up by his desk, and you finally have the chance to stroll further into his room. You can't recall the last time you've been in here, but you know it looks much different than before. Many of the band posters that decorated the room were gone, his random trinkets and piles of clothes were gone, and not a single piece of his CD collection was in sight. It felt so lifeless, so unlike him. No wonder he always dreaded returning home; it probably didn't even feel like home to him.

"So," you say, attempting to break the silence, "you're here for the whole summer, huh?"

"Unfortunately." He mumbles, "Gonna try and go by sooner, convince my parents I have to sort out an issue with my dorm or something."

"It's nice to have you back, though." You admit, watching as Jungkook's gaze locks on yours.

"Yeah? It is?" He questions.

You shrug, "Of course. We practically grew up together; it was weird to not see you all the time."

He sits up now, closing the magazine and tossing it on his nightstand. There's something on his mind that he isn't saying; you can tell from the way his brows knit together and how he's anxiously tugging on his lip piercing. "It was weird to be gone," he mumbles and leaves it at that.

"By the way, I'm sorry about last night." He apologizes.

"For what? Calling me your sister?"

He laughs at this, shaking his head. "I didn't mean to do that on purpose, by the way. That guy was just...so weird, I kinda blurted out the first thing that would've made him feel weird for even thinking that."

Oh. That makes sense. You definitely overreacted. 

"I meant," he continues, "I'm sorry if the whole boyfriend assumption thing upset you."

"Oh," you dismissively wave a hand at him, "that was nothing."

Jungkook raises a brow at you, "Are you sure? 'Cause you seemed pretty upset afterward, you were practically running out of my car."

There's no point in lying now, considering you weren't even the slightest bit discrete the previous night.

"If I'm being completely honest, I just felt a little awkward. But that's it, I swear." You assure him, moving to lean against the bedside table.

"Awkward about what?"

God, this was so embarrassing. Is he really going to make you humiliate yourself like this?

"Because I've never actually had a boyfriend before."

Jungkook looks genuinely shocked at your confession, eyes nearly bulging out of his head as he examines yours for any sign of deception. "You don't believe me?"

"I'm not sure. I only assumed you had one just based on how crazy guys were about you in high school. Not to mention you're, like, fucking gorgeous."

What?

"I'm what?" You ask, not entirely sure if you heard him correctly.

He repeats himself again, and you make him do it a few more times until he's too embarrassed to say it again. You somehow manage to get back on the topic of never having a boyfriend before when Jungkook asks you another question. "Have you ever...?"

He doesn't need to finish the sentence. You know what he's asking.

You shake your head.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked. It's none of my business." He berates himself, and you assure him it's no big deal and that it shouldn't even be a shocker to him.

After a half hour of talking about whatever comes to mind, you wind up sitting opposite Jungkook on his bed, legs perched up underneath your body as you go back and forth, questioning one another. 

"So, when are you gonna admit you had a crush on me?" His voice is barely a whisper.

"I never did." You lie.

"Really? That sucks?"

"Why?"

He shrugs, leaning his back against the headboard. "I just always thought that maybe you and I would've ended up together at some point."

You don't remember who leans in first; it doesn't matter; all that matters is after years of longing, your lips are finally intertwined with his. He must've smoked today; you can taste the nicotine on his breath. But it doesn't matter; you don't make the slightest move to pull away. Neither does he, placing his hands on the small of your back to guide you onto his lap. 

Your body is moving on autopilot, limbs moving to do whatever feels right as you silently pray not to ruin the moment. Jungkook can spot your nervousness from a mile away and stop you, "We don't have to do—"

"I want to," you pant, breathless, "I've wanted this for so long."

"Do you trust me?" He asks.

"More than anything."

He kisses you again before adjusting your current position, slowly twisting yourselves until you're lying flat on your back. He moves his lips down towards your neck, leaving a trail of kisses in his path as he settles between your legs.

You reach up to grab a handful of his hair, nearly jumping out of your skin as his delicate fingertips creep up your inner thigh, inching closer and closer until his ghosting over your clothed pussy. "This okay?" He mumbles.

You nod, unable to form a coherent sentence. "Cute," he replies, "you're already so wet." His fingertips stroke your clit through your damp underwear; you don't think to wonder how he managed to get to it so quickly, all thoughts leaving your brain as he makes small circles using his middle and index finger. 

"Jungkook…" You moan, pleading for him to do more.

"I know." He assures you, using a single finger to pull your panties to the side, making just enough room for him to slide a finger into your aching cunt. "Am I really your first time?"

You nod again out of fear that a moan would slip from your lips if you even tried to speak. His eyes are locked on yours, studying your expression as he coaxes a finger inside you. You're embarrassed at how quickly your wetness coated his finger, but Jungkook doesn't care. He likes it, makes him feel fucking amazing knowing the effect he had on you. 

"Take your shirt off." He says, and you do as told, pulling your top up and off your body and tossing it to the floor; making quick work of undoing your bra before he even has the chance to ask.

His lips are back on your neck instantly, trailing down to your collarbone until he reaches the curve on your breast. He halts his actions momentarily before your pitched nipple is caught between his teeth and your back arching off the bed from how overstimulating everything feels.

You curse under your breath, and Jungkook makes another comment about how cute you are, though you feel far from it. He apologizes by lapping his tongue around your nipple, easing the pain slowly as he inserts a second finger into your cunt.

You can feel his bulge against your thigh, though he doesn't even care about getting himself off. He moves over to your nipple, licking and sucking until it's completely hardened, leaving himself breathless. The two fingers that had been working your cunt had picked up the pace now, and there was an unfamiliar feeling in your gut that you couldn't identify.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…" You groan, legs trembling.

Jungkook is all too familiar with these actions and asks, "You're already close? I've barely done anything to you." He teases, chuckling to himself.

You know he's being lighthearted, but you can't help but feel embarrassed at the tears forming in your eyes from how good everything feels.

Suddenly, he's pulling his fingers out of you, and now you feel like crying for a different reason. You go to protest but stop to watch as he takes his shirt off. If you weren't sure then, it's obvious now he'd started attending the gym. 

He makes quick work of tugging his sweatpants down his legs, tossing them into the abyss before reaching into his bedside table and retrieving a condom. "You're okay?"

You nod.

"Use your words."

“I’m okay, Jungkook.”

"You're still okay with this?"

"Yes."

"You sure?"

Jesus fucking Christ, the saint this man is.

"I'm positive." You assure him.

You move to pull down your skirt and underwear, but Jungkook catches your wrist. "Leave them on," he says. There are so many things going on that you choose not to question.

He pulls off his boxers in the meantime, hardened cock slapping against his abdomen with precum leaking from the tip. Though you had nothing to compare it to, Jungkook was obviously slightly larger than average. You shouldn't be surprised; it's always the guys that you'd least expect.

He tears the condom wrapper with his teeth, retrieving the rubber inside before tossing the remains to his floor. Despite being fully erect, he fists his cock a few times before sliding the condom on.

He crawls over you, left arm at the side of his head, while he uses his dick to nudge your panties to the side. "This still okay?"

"I already told you—fuck!" He cuts you off, the tip of his cock slowly making its way inside you. You feel so stretched out from this alone you don't know how you'd manage to fit all of him into you.

Jungkook must be feeling the same, swearing under his breath and commenting about how tight you feel around him. Second by second, he coaxes himself into your pussy until you feel like you could split right open. "Are you all the way in?"

"No, can't take anymore?" He asks, leaning his head down against your ear.

You're embarrassed to admit he's too big to handle on your first time, but it's the truth. You don't want to overextend yourself just to please him and end up hurting yourself.

"You can move, just…not too much. Please."

Jungkook nods, "Whatever you want, angel."

He pulls his hips back and rocks himself back in, being sure to ask if you're okay with his pace. Once you confirm you feel fine and want him to keep going, he continues his movements; his eager hips snapping against yours and his cock hitting your G-spot with each deep stroke. You feel like you're on cloud nine, hands tangled in his hair as he swallows your moans.

That unfamiliar feeling from earlier returns; you feel it through your entire body this time. A moan of his name escaping your lips lets him know you're close. How he can always sense these things is beyond you; it's not worth overthinking. 

"Close?" He asks, and you nod frantically.

Jungkook picks up his speed slightly, careful not to overwhelm you, but just enough to reach your climax, until finally, the bundle of nerves in your abdomen snaps, and your back is arching off the mattress as you come around his cock.

He's only a few seconds behind with his orgasm, erupting in a loud grunt when he finally reaches it. The two of you lay in silence for a moment before Jungkook finally pulls out of you and slides the condom off, tying it in a knot and tossing it into his trash bin.

"Are you okay?" He asks for what feels like the millionth time.

"I'm fine." You respond, and it isn't a lie. Physically, you feel terrific; mentally, it was an entirely different story. "Are you?"

"I'm good, I'm good."

As much as you would love to lay naked with Jungkook in his bed for the rest of the night, you know Somi will be home anytime soon. "I think I'm gonna go wash up."

He nods, crawling under his covers once you stand from his bed, tugging your skirt to its proper length as you search for your remaining clothing. "Oh, it's um…your shirt, it's over there." Jungkook awkwardly gestures towards a pile of clothing by the end of his bed.

Almost as quickly as you shred yourself of them, you snatch your clothing and bundle them up against your chest. 

"Listen, I know right now isn't really ideal, but I meant what I said about liking you, and really think we should talk." He says nervously, barely even able to look at you.

You almost want to laugh at how cute he is; instead, you agree to talk to him about it soon. You're about to head out into the hallway when Jungkook reminds you about your charging phone over by his desk.

You retrieve it and scan the area again, ensuring you haven't left anything else behind. When everything seems clear, you stand upright, but your eyes fall toward the trash bin near his window with the discarded condom. You're embarrassed to even look at it until you realize something seems off. It looks…empty. 

Now, you're no sex expert, but imagine that if Jungkook had finished, there'd be something to show for it in the condom. Right?

Did he fake his orgasm? Was this another one of his fucked up mind games you'd been subjected to? 

You don't know what to think as you step into the bathroom; your emotions are all over the place, and all you really want to do is go home. But you promised Somi you'd be here when she returns, so you stay.

The next time a Jeon sibling asks if you're okay is twenty minutes later when Somi finally arrives and asks why your eyes are so watery.

You're ovulating, you have to be. There's genuinely no other explanation for this.

From the moment you woke up this morning, you've been in this weird daze where all your thoughts revolve around Jungkook.

You're not even thinking about him in the usual way. It wasn't like you just saw a dumb TikTok and thought to yourself, Jungkook would love this. Or even cleaning your apartment and finding his banana bread-flavored vape, so of course you thought about him. Or maybe you even saw a girl that you stared at a little too long because she looked so familiar, but you're not sure why — perhaps she's one of his exes.

No, unfortunately, it isn't anything like that.

It all started this morning.

You had stumbled mindlessly through your morning routine; first, you pee, then brush your teeth, shower, do your hair, put on makeup, get dressed, eat breakfast, etc…

You're sitting in your car when you first think about him. That time, it at least made sense that he had popped into your thoughts.

He had borrowed your car the day before while he was getting his detailed. When you opened the door, you were met with the scent of his cologne. Instead of your brain being like, "Oh, Jungkook,” right and carrying on like every other time, you're instead going through a mental catalog of memories of that scent.

It starts innocent enough; first, it's the smell of the sweater you stole when you were at the dog park with him and Bam. Then it's the smell of being wrapped up in his blankets as you sit on his couch, blinking tiredly at his flat screen. Then it abruptly turns into that scent mixed with the musk of his bare skin warm against yours. Your nose is buried into the crook of his neck, legs wrapped tightly around his waist, a sheen layer of sweat on his skin. Your back is arched, and your nails are digging into his skin; he’s roughly fucking you into his sheets— HOOOOONK!

You blink slowly. You're once again sitting in your car, and the traffic light in front of you is green. The person in the car behind pushing on their horn, telling you to hurry the fuck up.

What the fuck?

The thoughts don't stop there, and soon, you're in your office, answering all the emails that you had ignored once you clocked out.

You're typing out the corporate version of "fuck you, will you actually read my emails and stop asking me dumb fucking questions I've already answered" when the thoughts start popping in again.

One minute, you're trying to figure out how to politely tell someone to learn how to read, and the next, you're reminiscing on the feeling of Jungkook's fingers inside you, the feeling of his tongue on your neck, the sensation of his breath on your skin, the kisses on your thighs —

“What the fuck?” You ask aloud, completely baffled and startled by the thought.

It only gets worse.

You call him on your lunch break to wish him a happy birthday. You had been sleeping when the clock hit midnight, and you knew he wouldn't be awake when you left for work that morning — and if he was, it was because he hadn't fallen asleep yet. So you waited until your lunch break. You also made sure he remembered the joint birthday dinner for him and Namjoon tonight and double-checked that you would still meet up at his place and ride together.

He agreed readily with all your whims. He’s still half-asleep, his voice groggy, and little sighs leave his mouth intermittently. The longer you talk, the more awake he got, and it didn't take long for him to start recounting the things he had done with his friends last night (early this morning).

You're listening, you swear you're listening, he and Mingyu drank way too much, and then he… He? You don't know; you unintentionally stopped paying attention and are suddenly wrapped up in another vivid daydream.

He hums, “And have you been a good girl for me?”

Your nose scrunches up at his words; your voice is full of something that lies in-between humor and disgust, “Don't call me that, you fucking weirdo.”

Jungkook throws his head back with a dramatic sigh, and you can't help but laugh.

“Can you just play along, just once?” He whines, and your cheeks hurt from the abrupt smile on your face as laughter forces its way through you.

“No,” You say in between laughs, “Why would I play along? That was so fucking embarrassing, bro, like what do you mean "have you been a good girl for me?" literally shut u-”

Your words are cut off with a yelp as he roughly grabs your waist and flips you onto your stomach.

You're suddenly naked, face down, ass in the air. You don't pause to think about why or how that is possible. It’s not important to your daydream self. Your brain had made the executive decision to skip straight to the good part, and who are you to argue?

“Quit being a fucking brat,” Each of his words comes out harsh and clipped. They’re each punctuated with a sharp smack against your bare ass. Your eyes clench shut as the feeling of pleasure-pain sinks in.

“Asshole.” You mumble under your breath, teary-eyed. Your words are clearly not quiet enough because he delivers another harsh blow that makes you yelp.

“Are you done?” He asks. And because you're you, and one of your life's biggest missions is being an absolute inconvenience to Jeon Jungkook at any given point, you shake your head no into the pillow you're suddenly clutching. Again, things don't have to make sense in the dream world; it’s purely about the vibes.

He trails his fingers through your folds, feeling the wetness starting to pool there. He gives a derisive chuckle and pulls his hand away. You're suddenly cold without his touch on you. You move your head to glare over your shoulder at him. To do what you're not sure, maybe to complain, to argue, or in his own words, be a fucking brat. You're halfway through the action when his hand comes down quickly and hard on your cunt. The unshed tears start to fall as a startled whimper forces its way out from your lips-

“Yah, what are you doing?” Jungkook —actual Jungkook asks, sounding completely bewildered.

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. You definitely made that noise out loud. You don't offer Jungkook an explanation. Instead, you hang up the phone in a panic.

What the actual fucking fuck?

You spent the rest of your shift ignoring his text messages and calls.

That's not the end of it; you had hoped it was, that the phone call would’ve been mortifying enough to keep the horny-ass daydreams at bay, but apparently not.

When driving home from work, you're locked in a vivid daydream of riding Jungkook in his new Benz while tugging on that stupid fucking chain he's always wearing. When you're showering, you're haunted by the thought of him fucking you under the stream of water, holding you up against the glass as he fucks you at a brutal pace. When you're getting ready, you think about him bending you over your vanity and fucking you right there, forcing you to stare at the two of you in the mirror.

So it's no surprise that when you show up at his place, the first thing you say is —

“Take your pants off.” You demand as soon as you pull the door shut behind you.

“Pardon?” Jungkook asks, blinking at you dumbly.

He's sprawled out on the couch, scrolling through all the TikToks you (and probably Taehyung) had sent him over the last few days.

You stare at him, looking thoroughly annoyed. He's already dressed to leave, and even the stupid fucking outfit he's wearing makes him look insufferably hot. (This is most definitely ovulation horny speaking, he's wearing his usual white tee and black jeans and beanie pulled on his head, but you're entirely convinced he's the hottest man you've ever seen in your life.)

"I'm feeling so unreasonably horny right now, and I just need to get it out of my system before this dinner, okay?” You say, managing to make it sound like it's entirely his fault that you're in this predicament.

“Oh,” He states, a redness starting to show on his ears. “Right, okay.”

He's still blinking up at you dumbly like his brain hasn't quite caught up with the conversation.

You drop to your knees in front of the sofa and expectantly glare at him, “Now, do you want me to suck your dick or not?”

“Uhm, yes.” He squeaks out, then clears his throat. It doesn't help much he still sounds frantic when he speaks again, “Yup, yeah. Yeah, okay. Yes, please.”

As you unbutton his jeans, you roll your eyes, “Quit being weird.”

“I'm being weird?” He scoffs half-heartedly trying and failing to sound offended, he’s clearly too distracted by you to truly be annoyed, “You're the one who barged in telling me to take my dick out-”

His words cut off as his mouth drops open in shock as you take his cock in your hand, pumping his shaft a few times.

“Yeah, and it’s your fault,” You argue, pausing your actions to spit into your palm before continuing, the slide of skin on skin gliding a little smoother, “I wouldn't have these weird ass thoughts if you didn't go overboard the other day.”

“You're the one who wanted to-,” He tries to defend himself but quickly gets cut off with an “Oh,” He whimpers as you take the head of his cock in your mouth, twirling your tongue around the tip. Continuing to stroke his shaft to bring him to full hardness.

You make quick work: the reminder of your current time crunch lingers in the back of your head. Your argument is completely forgotten.

You quickly make your way lower and lower, taking him further and further in your mouth. Little moans and groans leave his mouth with your every action. His hands are clenched on the couch's cushions. It's not long before you have him entirely to the base, a pleased moan leaving your lips.

“Oh, fuck, baby.” He whines.

You release him from your mouth, once again licking up from the base to the tip. Jungkook's hands instinctively chase after you.

“Calm down,” You say with a roll of your eyes. You rearrange yourself into a more comfortable position before taking him back in your mouth; you can't afford to have red marks on your knees.

He groans and slams his head back against the couch. His knuckles are practically visible from how hard he's gripping the couch. His eyes flutter. He wants to look down at you, your mouth stretched obscenely around his cock, your gaze heated as your throat constricts around him with practiced ease.

And like he can't help himself, he brings a hand up to your hair and finds a tight grip on the strands before thrusting deeply. You violently choke as your throat protests against the intrusion. You weren't prepared for that at all. Unshed tears start to form in the corner of your eyes as you pull back to catch your breath.

“Don't touch my hair,” You cough out with a glare. While you should be mad at him for doing that without permission, that's not actually the problem here, “I don't have time to fix it.”

“Mhm-hmm, yeah, okay, sorry,” He apologizes, half in a daze, and you're in slight disbelief that he'd just apologized to you. Your mouth is agape in shock as his hands find either side of your face, pulling you back to your previous position. You idly comply.

You rest your hands on his jean-clad thighs as he starts to move in slow thrusts. You let out pleased hums and let your eyes close as you relax into the feeling. Fuck, you've missed this, you think to yourself as he starts to pick up the pace. You've missed the weight of a cock on your tongue, the ache in your jaw, the feeling of your brain going a little fuzzy. The unshed tears start flowing down your cheeks, and drool drips out the side of your mouth and down your neck. His balls slap against your chin with each quick thrust of his hips.

It doesn't take him long to stop abruptly, holding you in place, cock buried in you as far as it can go. Your throat constricts around him. You try to relax and breathe deeply through your nose, but you can't stop your body's natural reaction; you gag. He lets out a choked moan, pulling back and giving you barely a second to breathe before burying himself back in your throat. It's only a few more rounds of doing this before he's cumming down your throat. You swallow every bit of it, and when you're sure he's looking at you, you open your mouth to show him with a wicked grin. He lets out a low groan, and his dick gives an involuntary twitch.

“Is my makeup ruined?” You ask, suddenly remembering that you two have somewhere to be and that you're probably late now. Your voice is hoarse as you speak to him, and you're blinking up at him with wide, curious eyes, oblivious to your effect on him. There's a pout firmly on your swollen lips.

He stares back at you, chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath.

“You're fucking insane.” He says, throwing his head back again.

—

“Pull yourself together, baby. We gotta go,” You say a few minutes later with a shit-eating grin. You're directly quoting his own words back to him. He had said the same thing to you a few weeks ago when you were curled up on his couch, pouting over having to see your parents — you've been avoiding them even more since the divorce, but he promised that he'd go with you and he'd make up an excuse so you could leave as soon as you wanted to.

He's still sitting on the couch, looking like you might have actually sucked his brain straight out of his dick. You had run to his bathroom to fix your makeup quickly. It had gotten completely fucked in the whole ordeal.

“What if we don't go?” Jungkook tries.

“No,” You argue, “I haven't seen any of our friends in like forever. We're going.”

He shakes his head, letting out a string of no's, “We can just stay here and-”

You cut him off, knowing exactly where he is going with that sentence, “Hmm, maybe afterward if you're good.”

He gives you an annoyed glare, and you can't help but grin harder, “Now get your ass up, we have to go.”

You can't help but snicker as he complies, your daydream and his bullshit from all those months ago popping into your head again. 'good girl' my ass.

“Oh, hey, do you like wax your pubes because of the whole Haeyoung thing?” You ask curiously as the two of you head out the door. The thought has been lingering in your head for weeks now, and it's a good enough time as any to ask.

“Namjoon!” You shout excitedly as you walk towards the man, Jungkook trailing behind you. The other restaurant patrons turn to look at you, but you can’t bring yourself to care; you’re finally seeing your friends again.

“Y/n!” Namjoon responds, matching your energy. He has a wide, dimpled smile on his face as he stands and pulls you into a tight hug.

The hug doesn't last long; Jungkook quickly cuts in to give Namjoon a hug of his own.

“Happy birthday Hyung.” Jungkook says while glaring at you over Namjoon's shoulder. Oh, he's going to be weird tonight, isn't he? You roll your eyes and move on to greet the rest of your friends.

“Happy birthday, JK.” The older responds, ruffling his hair.

It's clear that the two of you were the last to arrive. Jin and Hoseok are in a heated debate, with Yoongi listening, looking thoroughly amused. They barely pause to greet you and give you quick hugs, completely trapped in the argument.

Taehyung gives you a more prolonged greeting, trapping you in a bear hug that cracks your back. Jungkook has nothing to say about this. Clearly, the issue is just Namjoon.

“What are they even arguing about?” You whisper to him, nodding towards them as you pull away. He shrugs and pulls out the seat next to him. You sit down, and Jungkook takes the seat to your right.

Taehyung and Jungkook talk around you, Jungkook's fingers tracing idle shapes on your bare thigh. Not because he's starting anything, just because he likes touching you. He's far too busy doing whatever he and Taehyung do.

It doesn't take you long to realize that while Yoongi seems to be enjoying the show, he's actually goading them on. Whenever the argument seemed to be dying down, he'd make a comment that would reignite it. It was only a short time until Namjoon was in on it, too. The two of them share amused looks, and you feel like you're missing something there.

You should talk; you’re sure they missed you as much as you missed them. But you are content just listening, being around all these people you love for the first time in so long. It all feels perfect, and you're so full of love that you're practically bursting at the seams.

You can't help but wonder what you were so scared of, why you hadn't spent time with them.

“Hey, sorry I'm late. I got stuck with a last-minute patient with the weirdest – oh.”

Oh, you think too. That's why.

It turns out that you weren't the last to arrive. Your breath catches in your throat as you make eye contact with your ex-husband for the first time in seven months.

It's awkward now. The conversation had died off, and now everyone was hiding behind menus like it could make the air less tense.

You don't know why you didn't think Jimin wouldn't be there. Sure, you remain blissfully unaware of whether or not he and Jungkook are still in contact, but either way, you know he wouldn't invite him for your comfort. However, Namjoon was free to ask whoever he wanted, and it was no surprise that he'd want Jimin at their birthday dinner.

Everyone attempts to make small talk about the menu, offering small anecdotes about what they've tried before and what they had heard was good.

“Baby, do you wanna share-” Jungkook starts to ask, then freezes. He looks like a deer caught in headlights. His eyes are wide, and he's pointedly not looking at anyone. He stares down at the menu like it could take his words back. He clears his throat, and then he glares at you out of the corner of his eye like you were the one to speak.

Why didn't he just keep talking? No one would have noticed if he didn't pause and bring attention to it; oh my fucking god. You're trying not to look at anyone, but you can feel the weight of all their eyes looking in your direction.

Jungkook clears his throat again, and you chance a look. Namjoon and Hoseok are trying not to laugh, Taehyung and Yoongi are sharing a knowing look, Jin is aggressively typing away at his phone (probably texting his wife), and Jimin isn't even giving you two a side eye but completely staring straight on looking baffled, drink paused halfway to his mouth.

“Bubs,” Jungkook corrects himself, over-enunciating the nickname. You hear a laugh coming from the other end of the table; it sounds like Hobi, “Do you want to share? I think I want this,” He points to the picture on the menu, ignoring everyone's eyes on you two.

“No.” You say tensely, not even sparing the menu a glance. You go back to staring down at the table. What the fuck? This has got to be the most bizarre day you've had in ages.!

“You didn't even look,” He complains. Oh, he's all in, completely pretending it didn’t happen.

“Yeah, bubs,” Taehyung teases, “You didn't even look.”

“Hmm, I think he actually said baby,” Namjoon corrects, a teasing grin on his face as he takes a swig of his beer.

“Hyung,” Jungkook whines, practically blushing. Amused laughs scatter around the table, “It was an accident. As I was saying, Y/n,” Your nose scrunches up, and you finally look at him, “I want this, and you're probably gonna get this, and I want that too, so we should just share-”

Everyone starts talking again, the awkwardness forgotten. You can still feel the weight of someone's gaze on you. You look over and catch Jimin's eyes. An unknown emotion in his eyes it hurts in a way you can't explain. You used to be able to read every one of his emotions.

—

“So, Namjoon-ah,” You say, “What-”

Your words are cut off by Jungkook force-feeding you. Namjoon looks at the two of you, confused, slightly annoyed, and looking like he’s completely down with your bullshit. It's been like this all night; whenever you try to talk to him, Jungkook is suddenly free from whatever he's doing, and either joins the conversation or stops it from happening.

“Can you stop being so fucking weird?” Your words sound like gibberish around your mouthful of food. You glare at him as you chew.

“Sorry, I can't understand what you're saying,” He says with a grin, “Oh, hyung, tell me about that new show coming up at R-Kive,” Jungkook continues, making Namjoon forget about your odd behavior as he does just that. He has a proud grin on his face as he speaks — that place is his baby.

You listen to him speak, and Jin and Taehyung even join in on the conversation. Tae has a piece that's being featured, and Seokjin's wife has a hand in the creative direction for the upcoming event.

“I'm running to the bathroom,” You lean over and whisper into Jungkook's ear as Jin brags about Eunseo, his two-year-old daughter.

He nods, and you slowly get up, his hand falling from your thigh as you stand. You catch Jimin's gaze locked on it. You give him an awkward smile as his eyes meet yours.

You walk to the bathroom thinking about him, about that look in his eyes. Is it hurt? Regret? Disgust? You're not sure, and you still can't place it.

You're still thinking about him as you wash your hands. You haven't said a single word to each other all night. The two of you stay busy in conversations with everyone else, not letting your eyes roam in each other's direction.

You're still thinking about him as you step out—oh. He's standing in the hallway, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. Nervously biting at his lip.

“Can we talk?” Jimin asks.

You nod, and both head out the side door to talk outside.

Jungkook doesn't ask what you two talked about; no one does, but it's Jungkook that surprises you the most. You can tell it's killing him when you and Jimin return to the table almost twenty minutes later. You just sit down beside him and act like you never left. Everyone's gazes are going between the two of you but carrying on like nothing happened. Everyone's finished eating, and it looks like they even brought out the cake while you were gone.

You're in a daze, still thinking over what you said and what he said. You eat cake and the ice cream Jungkook ordered for you. You smile when you're shown pictures of Yeontan and laugh when it’s necessary. You go through the actions, but you're otherwise preoccupied.

It's not long until you're all saying goodbye, saying goodnight, promising to see each other soon—no one comments on the fact that you and Jimin hug each other goodbye. The hug lasts a little too long, and when you pull away, you're both teary-eyed.

Jungkook still doesn't ask when you're both in his car driving back to his place. Your head is resting against the window, listening to the soft lull of the music. He's singing along but still watching you out of the corner of his eye.

You can tell it's killing him on the inside. He’s dying to know what the two of you spoke about. But he also trusts you and knows you'll tell him when you're ready to talk about it. And right now, slow tears dripping down your cheeks, you're clearly not ready to talk about it.

You wipe them away with a sniff.

“You're off-key.” You lie, trying to get him to stop looking at you like that.

He stares at you a while longer, hoping you'll say what's really on your mind. He ultimately decides to play along.

He gasps in mock offense, “No, I'm not.” And then, because he wants to make you laugh, he purposefully sings off-key. Your giggles fill the car in no time.

"So,” Jungkook says as you pull into the parking garage to his apartment, “was I good?” He asks with a shit-eating grin.

“No, you ass.” You scoff as you unbuckle your seat belt and leave the car, “What was your fucking deal with Namjoon?”

He pouts, “I didn't want you getting any funny ideas.”

“Funny ideas?” You ask, completely bewildered.

“Yeah, about him being your baby daddy. That's my job. Baby Jeon is coming.” He grabs you from behind and pulls you back against his chest. He holds a hand on your stomach like a baby bump is already there.

“You're so fucking weird.” You say under your breath. He pouts. You roll your eyes, step out of his arms, and pull him towards the elevator by the hand, fingers laced with his. “C'mon Jeon, let's go work on that son.”

“I thought you said I wasn’t good.”

“Yeah, well, I'm ovulating and still horny so,”

Jungkook looks like sin. It’s the first thought you have as you pause at the bottom of the stairs, eyes nearly blinded by the twinkling lights above. But there he is, standing in the glow of flashing purples and pinks, looking right at you.

He’s standing at one of the booths on the far end of the club, which has been rented for an event that you don’t remember the details of. His eyes land on you, and though you’ve never met, you suddenly feel a connection snap into place, something magnetic. For a moment, everything goes quiet, like in those romance books you used to read when you were a teenager.

Before, it used to seem a little silly. You didn’t think it was possible to suddenly see no one else in a room full of people except one person.

Now, it doesn’t seem that preposterous. You’re only able to take in a fraction of information in the second that your eyes connect with his: round face, long, wavy hair, and an arm full of tattoos with a drink held in his hand. 

He is stunning. You already knew that from the other two times you’ve caught a flash of him at events, but every time you see him in person, you’re awed all over again by the effortless way he catches the eye.

The tension between the two of you breaks as someone knocks into you and you stumble, trying not to twist your ankle with the high heels you’re currently wearing. Too short to see over the rest of the crowd, you lose sight of Jungkook. Music comes rushing back to you, the vibration of the base and the hum of synth making it nearly impossible to hear what your agent says next to you.

“What?”

“Do you remember the list I gave you?” Mila demands, grabbing your wrist and pulling you through the crowd. It hurts a little as she drags you along, impatient after arriving at the event late because you had a problem with your wardrobe for the evening. “That list is imperative.” 

“Yes.” 

The list is impossible. You have memorized at least two dozen people that your agent expects you to talk to and rub elbows with tonight. Some of them are certainly doable - people at your own company, artists you’re familiar with. Others are ridiculous, including idols that are several calibers above your station as a newly promoted producer at ILIA. 

Sure, you have the new glow of recent popularity after some surprising award wins and being likable on social media - which matters to your company as much as producing award-winning records - but you know what they all think. You know that they think your parents paid someone or that you fucked your way out of being a junior producer. 

It helps that neither is true. It doesn’t help that you would have done it anyway, if it meant feeding the simmering hunger inside of you that never seems to fade, your desire to win outweighing everything else. 

“You should catch up with your old friend Luna, she should be easy. You trained with her in the early building stages of ILIA.”

“Yeah,” you mutter faintly. “I remember her.”

You remember almost all of them. Something about spending your formative years with a bunch of teenagers being pitted against one another to be the best has made their faces and names permanent. Even the ones who didn’t make the cut or quit on their own.

Quitting is a foreign concept to you. It’s not as foreign as Mila kissing the cheek of some manager at some company you don’t know, pushing you toward them. You don’t care about who he is. There’s nothing he can offer you if he’s not someone who makes music. And as far as you’re concerned, you’re under the careful and powerful tutelage of the Suga. 

Yoongi is a better connection than almost everyone in this building and you know it. 

Suddenly you regret turning down his offer to stay at the studio and work. Yoongi has the agency to say no to scheming agents and public relations teams. He’s already paid his way to be able to do whatever he wants. Specifically, he’s paid in manipulation, blood, sweat, tears, and drama.

You are fresh meat swimming alone in shark-filled waters. Still, you look people in the eye as you shake hands and force smiles all night, going through your mental rolodex of names and achievements. You exchange phone numbers with a few actresses, promising to get drinks. You’re sure they wouldn’t want to if you weren’t fresh off an award-season win. Still, it’s something. 

You spot Jimin in the crowd, feeling relief as you step up toward the series of booths that you spotted Jungkook near earlier. 

“Finally someone tolerable,” Jimin yells when he sees you, tossing back the rest of his champagne. He has kohl smudged around his eyes, making his gaze far more intense as he gives you a once-over. “You look ravishing. Are you sure you don’t want to take me up on the offer to come home with me?”

It would be a lie to say you both haven’t flirted with the idea. There’s something genuine in your friendship, though. Something difficult to find, a twin-flame soul that you’d be hard-pressed to ruin for a bit of publicity. Even if Jimin is the most divine creature you’ve ever laid eyes on. 

It’s out of the question, though. Jimin has become your safehaven in a house of cards world.

Looking him up and down, you let out a long whistle. His hair is freshly dyed bubblegum pink, glittering earrings looped through his ears that scatter the light. Tight black pants with a designer belt and a silk shirt tucked into the waist make him look elegant, the textured Chanel blazer cut perfectly to his narrow frame. 

“Honestly, Mila doesn’t care whether we fuck or not. She still sells that rumor to the press. Doesn’t matter if it’s true. ”

Jimin makes a face at your agent's name. He glances over to where she’s talking up someone from X Entertainment. “She’s a fucking snake.” 

“Well, she’s the snake assigned to me. It’s not like I picked her. As soon as they saw me as marketable, there she was hissing at my door and telling me I have to get in glam to wipe my ass.”

“So bite back. I know you have it in you.” You grimace and reach for a glass of champagne from a tray as it passes you. Jimin sighs as he looks you up and down. “I know you have fangs, little monster.”

You sip the champagne and make a face. It is far too sweet, fizzing on your tongue. “A dragon does not kill the sheep because it feels threatened. It kills when it pleases.”

“My girl. Let’s go around the room, shall we? I want to keep those rumors going.”

With a laugh, you take his hand and let him lead you around the room, passing Mila who grins at you as you go. You try not to leer at her, irritated with her obsession with your relationship with Jimin. When she first noticed that you and Jimin hit it off, she surprised you with an entirely new designer lingerie line. Just because, she had said. A girl should feel powerful and sexy. 

After a few attempts, Mila has finally learned you’re not a dumb little lamb. You’ll take her advice when you want it, but you refuse to let it be at the expense of the single person you trust outside of Yoongi, though Yoongi does not entirely count. As your mentor and senior, he would be horrified to hear you call him a friend. 

After nearly an hour of fake smiles, forced laughter, and far too much champagne, you’re tired and buzzed. You’ve talked to at least ten people on Mila’s long list of celebrities, execs, investors, and influencers that she’s pushed onto you. Another member of that list is standing a few feet away from you, laughing loudly at something Jimin says as she puts her manicured hand on his arm. 

As you contemplate whether or not you should bite the bullet and risk saying hello to Luna, someone behind you says, “She hates you. I think she still holds it against you that you got a producer deal without debuting.” 

Whirling around to identify the voice, you stop short. Jungkook Jeon stares down at you, his eyes just as dark and alluring as they were earlier when you made brief eye contact from across the room. This close, he is taller than you expect. His skin-tight white shirt leaves nothing to the imagination, showing the defined muscles of his stomach and chest, and his perfect, tapered waist. 

It’s a face you’re familiar with, pasted across fashion campaigns and media outlets as he talks about his new single. Your heart is pounding as you drink him in. Soft lips, round cheekbones, and gentle eyes that darken considerably when he watches you look him over.

“Yeah,” you say back, swallowing the rest of your champagne. The carbonation catches you by surprise, making you cough as you swallow the sweet liquid the wrong way. 

He laughs and takes the flute away from you, sticking it on a tray as a server passes by. “Bad swallower?” Instead of answering him, you put one hand on your chest as you cough and the other on his arm, steadying yourself as you lean over and cough, clearing your throat. “Damn, Mozart. You okay?”

“Yeah,” you rasp, feeling your face warm in embarrassment. You remove your hand from his arm and ask, “Mozart?”

“Don’t you do all that composing and shit?”

“I do that producing and shit, yeah.”

“It’s about the same. You’re Min’s prodigy, which means you’re Mozart. And he’s Haydn.” 

“I’m sorry, you know the names of classical composers?”

He smirks. “I know your name.”

“Well, I’m afraid I don’t know yours.” 

It’s a lie. You both know it is, and the grin that spreads across his face is downright devilish as he sticks his hand out. “Jungkook,” he says. You shake his hand, admiring his tattoos. And his fingers. But mostly his tattoos. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Pleasure is mine.”

“I would love to make that come true.”

You raise a brow. “Is this how most of your conversations go? Telling people that others hate them, name-dropping classical musicians, and making sexual innuendos?”

“Honestly? No, but I am having a great time. I will, however, drop the innuendos if they’re not your style.”

You smile. “I didn’t say that.” 

His answering smile makes your stomach flip.  “Want to get a drink?”

“Depends. Are you going to tell me about all these people who hate me?”

“This is my promise to you that I will only ever be honest with you. So yes.”

You gesture toward the bar. “Lead the way, then.”

Bodies press against you as the two of you snake through the crowd. Jungkook turns a few times to check on you and flashes you a quick smile to reassure him that you’re okay. It’s cute, you think. You don’t know much about him, but you’re impressed thus far. 

And perhaps a little intimidated by his star power and reputation. 

At the bar, the crowd pushes you closer, knocking your arm into his. He steadies you, keeping his hand on your elbow. “What’s your poison?” 

“Vodka soda!” you shout back to him. He nods and leans against the bar, giving your order to the bartender. Jungkook draws attention like moths to a flame, people looking at him and whispering behind manicured hands. “Thank you.”

“Anything for you.”

You narrow your eyes as he waits on the drinks, one elbow propped on the bar, his other hand still on your arm. He bites his bottom lip, staring at you. “One might try and say you have something up your sleeve.”

“Nope, just my heart on my sleeve. You’re cute and I’ve heard nice things about you from Jimin. We grew up together.”

“Wait, really?”

That is a surprise to you. Jimin has never mentioned growing up with Jungkook or being remotely friendly of the sort. You frown as you think about it, wondering if Jimin left it out for a reason or felt that it was an unimportant fact. 

“Mhmm.” Jungkook hands you a drink, the glass already sweating from the humidity of the club. “What, Jimin doesn’t brag about me?”

“We don’t gossip about people in the industry.” 

Carefully, the two of you navigate back toward your section. Jungkook finds an empty booth and slides in, patting the seat next to him. You sit down and lean back, kicking your legs out in front of you and crossing them at the ankle. Your dress is short but remains modest, enough to keep people guessing. You take a sip of your drink, the burn making you hiss.

“I so rarely see you at events,” Jungkook says after a sip of his dark drink. “I’ve wanted to introduce myself for a while and then you came in and it was like we had a moment.”

“You mean you wanted it to be a moment.”

“Maybe I did.” He smiles. “So where have you been hiding?”

“Legend of Zelda isn’t going to play itself. I come to the events I feel like are worth it.”

Actually, you come to whatever Mila drags you to. Jungkook doesn’t need to know how most of your time is spent in a music studio with the caffeine shakes trying to perfect songs to make sure you don’t get tossed out on the street.  

He narrows his eyes. “Tears of the Kingdom?”

“Obviously. I’ve been building weapons of mass destruction for days.” 

Jungkook tilts his head back and laughs. “What other games do you like, Mozart?” 

Talking to Jungkook is a pleasant surprise. He isn’t at all what social media makes him out to be. You find he’s incredibly kind, certainly flirty, but also wildly endearing. You feel a little guilty at assuming his veneer would be thin and made of plastic like the rest. 

It certainly doesn’t feel like you’re talking to someone who went number one on Billboard the week prior. Jungkook doesn’t talk about other people he knows or ask about work. He flits through topics like a curious bird, quizzing your interests, scrunching his nose, and pouting when you say something he doesn’t like. 

It’s cute. He’s cute, and you’d be lying if you said that the longer you sat next to him,  you haven’t started to think about what it would be like to taste him. Even if he moves on the next day like his reputation has led you to believe. 

But… there’s something there. A spark, though perhaps a trick of the lights.

-

“You want me to what?” you ask, lowering your voice as you lean into Mila’s ear. 

A raucous chorus of Happy Birthday is being poorly sung on the dance floor. You hadn’t even realized this event was for someone’s birthday, and you have half a mind to ask who the hell you should be wishing a happy day of birth to, but Mila is bitching you out in front of the building’s restrooms. 

Even tucked away in the hall outside of the bathroom, you speak in hushed tones, worried someone will overhear her scheming. She looks down her beaky nose at you, eyes like an eagle. “Fuck him,” she repeats slowly, drawing out the syllables like you’re a toddler. “He’s into you and it would be great for publicity.”

“I’m sorry, but since when do you dictate my sex life?” 

Not only are you a little too buzzed to have this conversation, but the very implication that your agent thinks she can make you fuck Jungkook is hilarious enough to have you start giggling hysterically. Mila watches you with narrowed eyes as you cover your mouth, laughing behind your hands. 

“You are not a naive little girl,” Mila hisses at you. “He wants to fuck you, so let him. He’s attractive, he has influence, and he’s with one of the big four companies. It would be good press.”

“You and the fucking press, you’re obsessed!” 

“No, I’m right. My job is to be right and to tell you what to do, and right now I’m telling you that Jungkook is already known for sticking his dick in anything he can. He’s been staring at you all night. You’d be doing yourself a favor.”

You take a step back from her and hold up your hand. “If I fuck him, it’s because he’s hot and I want to. Not to play political chess for you, understood?”

“In my experience, you either become interesting or watch your career fade. Your time of being interesting is ticking. Your call. I’m getting out of here. Do what you want, like you always do.”

What Mila says hurts but you refuse to let it show, holding out a hand to gesture the way out of the hall. She walks by you brusquely, sweeping her blunt, black hair over her shoulder as she goes. You stand in the dark, the door to the bathrooms opening and closing, flashing bright light and then leaving you in with colors pulsing in front of you as your eyes try to readjust every few seconds. 

A loud group of girls startle you as they stumble out of the bathroom, laughing raucously. They’re a tangle of legs and heels and sweet-smelling perfume, nearly running you over as they sway, a collective mass of bodies. They look exactly like the women you cut out of magazines and pasted in your journal as a kid, dragging your finger over the pretty dresses and the designer names listed in the captions.

Luna stops short when she sees you, straightening and brushing her freshly dyed silver hair out of her face. She is cherubic and beautiful, her round cheeks flushing naturally and doll mouth always rosebud pink. You feel trepidation as she regards you, the girls in her group hanging back a bit as she assesses you.

“How are you?” she questions, settling on polite while flashing you a pointed smile and holding out her arms. 

Fake. Fake. Fake. Fake.

You feel a flicker of anger at yourself as you let her pull you into a hug, resentful that you must play this game. She smells like vodka and vanilla, and when she pulls away, you see the barest hint of white on her nose. You brush your finger back and forth on your nostril. 

“Oh.” She wipes it off with the back of her hand, giving a short, shallow sniff. “Thanks.”

“You look nice,” you offer stiffly. Your tongue is heavy from drinking and you scramble for compliments to say, even if they aren’t true. “I like your new song.”

“Thanks! I have the best producers and writers available out there. They really know exactly what they’re doing.” 

You feel the strain in your smile tighten. Moves and counter moves. “That’s good.”

“My team is great. I’m so thankful I had the opportunity to be with S3vn.”

Luna’s voice is polite. Happy, even. But you hear the double meaning in her words. Remember the way she cut your hair before a major review day when you were sixteen. She’s become better at being mean in a nice way. And you have become better at being unaffected, knowing it is her least favorite response.

“It’s nice to see you, Luna.”

Her smile drops when you don’t get upset. You turn and leave the hallway, palms sweaty and head spinning. Swallowing thickly, you wipe your hands on your exposed thighs and walk back to where Jungkook is sitting, surprised to see Jimin has joined him. He narrows his eyes as you approach, but his expression is overall unreadable.

You sit back down silently on the other side of Jimin, staring off into space. The room feels like it’s spinning. You’re toeing the line of buzzed and drunk, so you sip some water, letting yourself go silent as you absently stare into the crowd, watching the cascading lights, a little lost in them.

Jimin waves his hand back and forth in front of your face. “Are you listening?”

You blink a few times, turning to see him and Jungkook looking at you. “What?”

“Jungkook invited us to an after-party. J-Hope is having some people over.”

“Oh.” 

Chewing on your lip, you let your eyes drift to Jungkook. He gives you a tentative smile, nodding his head in encouragement.

“You should come,” Jungkook encourages with a coy grin. “I’d have fun with you there.”

“Do you want to go?” you ask Jimin quietly, looking back at him. He still has a vague expression, one you can’t figure out. “I’ll only go if you do.” 

“Sure,” he offers. “What’s the worst that could happen?”

-

“So you’re Yoongi’s prodigy? No shit!” Hoseok asks, looking at you from the front seat of the van. City lights blur on the other side of the window and it’s hard to hear him over the screeching singing in the car and the blaring music. “You’re about as hard to meet as Yoongi is!” 

J-Hope - Hoseok, as he has asked you to call him - gives you a bright smile. You just stare at him, shocked that he has any idea who you are. You make a mental note to thank Yoongi for even mentioning your name to him. Hoseok is an absolute powerhouse and someone you’ve followed for years. It’s a good connection.

“Told you that you’d want to meet her,” Jungkook says, voice deep. 

Jungkook’s body presses against yours in the packed-tight vehicle. His hand is on top of your knee. His cologne smells like amber and sandalwood, making your eyelashes flutter as you breathe in. You lay your head back against the headrest of the seat, letting it roll to the side a little to test his reaction when you place your head on his shoulder.

He turns his head toward you, his breath fanning against your forehead. You smell his mint gum. If you look up at him right now, your mouths would be close enough to kiss. “Hi,” he says softly. 

“Hi.”

“You have pretty eyes.”

“I grew them myself.”

Jungkook’s laughter is abrupt. You grin at his mirth. He has a cute laugh, totally at odds with the edgy tattoos and the way he carries himself. The paradox intrigues you.

“That wasn’t very smooth, was it?” 

He shakes his head. “It’s honest. I like it. Your reactions are probably the most genuine thing I’ve seen all night. I like genuine.” 

“There’s not a lot of that to go around.”

“I know. That’s why I’m glad we locked eyes from across the room.”

You roll your eyes. “Okay, The Lonely Island.”

Hoseok lives in a luxurious apartment on the east side of the city. The entrance is private in a parking garage, away from wandering eyes. Everyone piles out of the car and when you slide to exit, you find a tattooed hand waiting to help you out.

Grinning, you take Jungkook’s hand. Your fingers tingle where they’re interlocked with his, warmth spreading across your palms. Once you’re out of the car, you start to let go. Jungkook squeezes his fingers tighter, urging you to look up at him. There’s a question in his eyes, gaze flicking down to where your hands are clasped. 

A small grin lights up your face and you squeeze his hand back. He leads you toward the elevator, swinging your hands back and forth. You know this game well: Jungkook is priming you. The hand-holding, the compliments, and the staying near you all night are all his signals to you that he wants you to go home with him.

You want that too, but you also don’t want it to come easy. It’s a risk to make him work harder for it, but you want to see if he will.. 

“Cute,” Jimin mutters, raising a brow as he walks next to you. 

Hoseok’s apartment is a dream. It makes sense for someone with as many writing and choreography credits across the industry as him, in addition to having two top charting albums, a clothing partnership with a popular designer, and countless brand endorsements. 

It’s much nicer than the small but flashy apartment ILIA has put you in. Where your apartment feels like a model home that you can’t leave fingerprints in, Hoseok’s feels authentic. There are hand-selected pieces of art on his walls, a towering bookcase of awards and plaques, blankets and pillows thrown over the couches, books and video game controllers on the coffee table.

Someone gets control of the speaker system and starts pumping hip-hop through the two-story apartment. You navigate to the kitchen where you run into Hwasa pouring drinks. She screams when she sees you, abandoning her bartender duties and making everyone in the kitchen flinch and turn in your direction. You let go of Jungkook’s hand, casting your arms open.

“Helllooooo?!” She grips you tight, kissing your forehead and both cheeks. You laugh, immediately feeling yourself relax having seen a familiar face. The greeting is a little more than you expect, but she’s drunk and happy. You take it in stride. “I cannot believe you’re here and with… well isn’t that new?” 

“Hello, Hwasa.”

“Jeon,” she greets, narrowing her eyes. She tucks you into her arm, pointing a finger at Jungkook. “You better not fuck with this girl, understand me? She is way too cool for your bullshit.”

He rolls his eyes. “What bullshit?”

“I’m so serious. I like her.”

Hwasa lets you go and laughs it off, giving Jungkook a quick kiss on the cheek before going back to her drink-making. Jimin is nowhere in sight, having drifted off to a corner of the living room to chat with Hoseok, leaving you with Jungkook. 

Jungkook scratches the back of his neck awkwardly. “Sorry about that,” he ventures.

“It happens.”

“Still awkward.” 

“It is,” you snark. You bring your fist up to your mouth, speaking into it like you’re giving an interview. “Jungkook, how does it feel to be put on blast for your spicy endeavors right when you walk into the party?”

You hold your fist out to him, offering him the mic. “Spicy endeavors?” 

“Promiscuous has negative implications and we are sex-positive here.” 

“Wow, such forward-thinking media. I’ve never heard of that before.”

“You never will again, I’m afraid.”

Jungkook shakes his head and chuckles, gesturing to the drinks all over the counter. “You want a drink?” 

“I do.”

With a drink in hand, you both return to the party. There’s dancing going on in a corner of the living room, a card game going on in the dining room, and a smoke session going on around the couches. Jungkook sits on the arm of the couch next to Jimin and another girl you don’t know.

You freeze up a little, unsure where to sit. Jungkook doesn’t seem to notice, reaching a hand out as he joins the conversation around the coffee table. You hesitate for a second, a little caught off guard before placing your hand in his and letting him pull you against him, leaning onto his thigh with your hips pressed together. His arm loops around the back of your thighs, hand resting on the outside of your leg. Your hand drops on his shoulder as you lean into him. 

People you know stop and say hi, their eyes lingering for a long time on the way you and Jungkook lean into one another. You ignore them, content to let them wonder how it is a little producer from ILIA got her claws into Jungkook for the night. 

When a weed pen is passed to Jungkook, you watch with curiosity to see what he’ll do. He takes it but looks up at you, raising his brow in question and holding it out like he’s asking for permission. You’re surprised but you nod - you don’t control what he does.  It’s sweet. Surprising, but sweet.

Jungkook takes two short pulls, blowing the smoke in the opposite direction from you. The girl next to him whines, swatting at it and smacking his leg, giggling. You pay it no mind, unworried about the flirting. He’s not yours, and even if he was, it’s your waist he has pressed against him.

Jungkook holds the pen up to you and you make a face. “I don’t know whose mouth has been on that.”

He snorts. “Alright, Mozart. I have my own. Would you prefer that?”

“Yes, I would.” 

Rolling his eyes but smiling, he passes it over to someone else and stands, your hand falling from his shoulder. “Come on, brat. We’ll go to the balcony so we don’t have to share.”

“Thank you, that’s what I deserve.” 

He giggles. “You can’t even say that with a straight face.”

“Imagine if I meant it.”

Jungkook navigates the apartment easily. You follow him, not unaware of the gazes and whispers that pass. You lift your chin. Let them talk. The only opinions that matter to you are those of your bosses, Yoongi, Jimin, and occasionally your mother on a good day. 

Right now, nothing else matters. 

It’s cold outside. You shiver while Jungkook shuts the sliding glass door to the balcony just off the bedroom. Light floods in from the hallway into the room, casting a golden glow behind you. Jungkook leans on the railing, pulling a weed pen from his pocket and waving it in front of you like a prize. 

You snatch it from him, sticking your tongue out. Bringing it to your lips, you suck gently on the tip, filling your mouth with acrid smoke as you inhale. It burns a little, making your eyes water as you let the air and remaining smoke out before passing it back to Jungkook. He echos your movements. 

Leaning against the railing, you look out at the city. It is dazzling from this high up, a home made for a god to watch over their creation. Silence hangs between you, occasionally passing the pen back and forth. The wind feels good, though a little cold. And you appreciate how quiet it is, the sounds of the party muted through the windows. 

Down below, the street looks mostly empty. It’s so far down that you’re not really sure. Your high starts to hit, dulling the edges of everything and making you feel a little soft and floating. You grip the railing a little tighter, looking at Jungkook from the corner of your eye. 

Fuck if he isn’t beautiful. 

“What?” he asks, a smile in his voice as he side-eyes you. “You’ve got a look on your face.”

“Nothing.”

“Mm. Not nothing. What?”

“You’re not what I expected. It’s a really nice change of pace.”

“Ah,” he answers, ducking his head. You grin, realizing that he’s blushing and trying to hide it. You poke his arm, laughing as you prod at him. “Stop, you’re making me shy.”

“You? Shy?” 

“Oh yeah. I am a mess around people. I might seem good at it, but it takes champagne and sometimes a Xanax to get me to operate at a level that’s normal with everyone else.”

“And then do you stay up all night re-thinking every single interaction you had and punishing yourself like why the fuck did I say this very weird thing?”

“Yes!” he exclaims, frowning and tilting his head up toward the sky. “It is exhausting. Sometimes I’m so worried I’m going to embarrass myself that I skip an event altogether and take the fucking verbal beating from the company.” 

“Ugh, Mila would fit right in.”

“She’s kind of a snake, huh?”

You hum. “Jimin called her exactly that earlier tonight.” 

“My agent hates her. Says she’s a total control freak and vicious.” You snort. That is an understatement. “Makes her successful, though. She has some of the world's biggest names under her.” 

“Yeah, but I didn’t choose her. She was assigned to me. Honestly, I don’t think she thought I had any potential to bring her success and be a household name until I won that award for producing Hwasa’s song.” 

“It was a good song.”

You smile distantly, looking out at the hazy lights of the city. Everything feels a little slow and dreamy, your thoughts fluid. “I liked it. I want to do better - be better. A lot of it’s about connections though and I… am not great at that part.”

“I think you’re doing pretty okay.”

Jungkook shifts closer. He’s turned to you, so near that you’re almost touching. He looks down at you through long lashes, watching for your reaction. You look up at him, a little starry eyed and dizzy at his proximity. This close, you can see the freckle just under his mouth. You want to kiss him, but you hold back, feeling your insecurity worm its way in.

“Yeah?” you ask, a little breathy. “Are you saying there’s a connection here?”

“Uh-huh.” He tucks his bottom lip between his teeth. He reaches a hand forward and brushes the underside of your chin, tilting your face up toward him even more. “Come home with me.”

The breath leaves your lungs. You’re not surprised that he’s asked, and yet your body still reacts, adrenaline taking over. His gaze is hungry as he watches you, waiting for your response, finger still propped under your chin like he might kiss you.

“Take me on a date,” you assert. Perhaps it's the drinks and the weed that makes you so bold, but you want more than anyone else has had from him. You want to be different. “Dinner.”

He tries to fight a smile, tonguing the inside of his cheek. The action is wildly attractive for some reason, nearly making you waver and let him take you home now. “Do you like Italian?”

“Yes.”

“Good,” he says. “Tomorrow.”

“The day after. I’m busy tomorrow with work.”

He narrows his eyes. “Damn. Gonna make me wait in agony, huh?”

You grin. “I’m worth waiting for.”

“You very much are. Day after tomorrow at eight. Wear something nice.” 

“Fine. Wear those necklaces you wore for your Vogue shoot.”

He cocks his head to the side. “Oh?” Jungkook purrs. “You like the necklaces?”

“I like to imagine what they look like dangling above my face.”

He shakes his head. “You’re gonna be the fucking death of me.”

“Good. The day after tomorrow.” You take a step back, a wicked grin on your face. He drops his hand, staring you down. “Don’t be late.” 

-

Jungkook isn’t late and you wish that he was. Cursing over and over again, you pull the knee-high boot up your leg, thankful for the supple, flexible leather that fits your calf. You nearly fall over tugging on the next, finally getting your boots on and standing up straight in front of your mirror out of breath and flustered. 

The outfits had not gone according to plan. Something about going on a date with Jungkook has you feeling all out of sorts, going through enough outfits that your bed is now covered in them. You refused to tell Mila that you were going on the date, knowing that if she caught wind of it, she’d send paparazzi. As it is, Jungkook has assured you he’s gone through the hoops for a private dinner at an upscale Italian restaurant near the river. 

Turning in the mirror, you decide that the short, black dress over sheer black pantyhose paired with platform boots and a long, black peacoat will have to do. Grabbing your phone, you text Jungkook back quickly that you’re coming downstairs, apologizing for the delay.

Jungkook: Like you said, you’re worth waiting for. 

Me: Oh, I can take longer… 

Jungkook: Don’t make me come up there. 

Jungkook: Actually, on second thought, make me come up there.

As you pass your kitchen, you double back and run to the alcohol cabinet, pulling a bottle of tequila down quickly to shoot back a quick swig. It burns your throat, making you cough and squeeze your eyes shut as you hack for a moment, corking the bottle and gasping for air. 

At least it will take the edge off. 

Wiping the traces from your chin, you rush out of your apartment, letting the tequila burn its way through you to set the first layer of calm. In the elevator, you take in a slow, deep breath for five seconds. Exhale for five seconds. Inhale for five seconds.

The elevator dings, making you flinch. Clutching your purse to steady your trembling hands, you step out onto the ground floor of the parking garage where you find Jungkook parked illegally and leaning on the side of the vehicle. 

Slowing your steps, you appreciate the boy and then the car. Jungkook is dressed in black slacks with a belt at the waist and a black, tight-fitted turtleneck. The material of the shirt forms to his body, showing his defined arms and toned chest. 

Jungkook’s hair is slicked back, a single dangling earring on his left lobe paired with the rest of his signature hoops. You have no idea how a single piece of jewelry changes everything about his energy, but your heart rate skyrockets as you approach him, a little shy. 

He lets out a low, slow whistle. “Fuck. You are a knockout.” 

“You look pretty good yourself.”

“Nah, Mozart. You look…” He shakes his head and scratches the back of his neck, laughing a little. “You’re gonna fucking wreck me.”

A nervous laugh escapes you and you chew the inside of your cheek as you stop in front of him, hands crossed in front of you. He pushes off the car, which is a sleek Porsche, and sticks his hand out to you. Tentatively, you place your hand in his. 

Leaning forward, Jungkook places a kiss on your cheek. Your lashes flutter, skin warm. He pulls away with a small smile. “You look beautiful. I mean it.” 

“You’re making me nervous.”

“No kidding, I feel like my heart is about to come out of my chest.”

He’s going to be the death of you. It’s endearing, how honest he is, letting what he’s thinking pour out of his mouth. You’re unsure if it’s part of his game or if it’s genuine, and it puts you a little on edge, trying to guess what’s going through his mind. 

Lacing his fingers with yours, Jungkook escorts you around the car and opens the passenger. The interior of the car smells clean and is lined with white LED lights and red leather seats. You raise your brows as you slide inside, your coat protecting you from the cold leather. 

Jungkook closes your door and rounds the back, slipping into the driver’s side. He turns to you, tilting his head to the side. You fiddle with the buttons on your coat. “What?”

“Kiss me,” he says, sounding breathless. “Kiss me so we don’t have to be nervous anymore.”

“You just want me to kiss you.” 

Jungkook puts his elbow on the center console and leans forward. He looks down his nose at you, eyes focused on your mouth. You squeeze your thighs together, trying to fight a shiver of adrenaline threatening to take over. “So what?”

“Ask me nicely,” you murmur, leaning toward him. You look him in the eye, trying to still your hummingbird heart. This close, you see the flecks of gold in his irises, swirls of brown and caramel. They’re beautiful, framed by silky lashes. “I’ll take it into consideration.”

“Please kiss me.” 

“Hmm?”

“I am begging you to kiss me.”

“Almost…”

“I need you to kiss me.”

So you do. 

Jungkook’s mouth is soft. He laughs in surprise but leans into the kiss, slotting his mouth against yours firmly. It’s innocent and sweet, just a gentle brush of lips. You pull away, noses bumping against one another as he rests his forehead on yours. 

It’s quiet and cold in the interior of the car, only the sound of your shallow breathing and the hum of the engine audible. Something electric courses through your veins, ignited by the feeling of his mouth against yours and you immediately want more. You’ve never felt this sudden, carnal desire before. This need to fall into him. 

For a second, you fight it. Then, you give in. 

Leaning forward, you catch Jungkook’s lips in a real kiss. It’s slow at first. You catch him off guard but he’s quick to keep up, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth greedily. Dizziness makes your world spin. You press up against the center console, sliding your tongue gently against his. Jungkook reaches a hand up to your face, cradling you as he deepens the kiss. 

His mouth tastes like spearmint gum. Your skin is overheating, and you suddenly feel  stuffy and constricted in your jacket. Jungkook breaks the kiss, panting against your lips as he presses chaste kisses to the side of your mouth and lips. 

“Did you drink tequila?” he asks, voice husky. He starts kissing your jaw and your head lolls to the side, eyelids fluttering. “Tastes like it.”

“I was nervous,” you pant, almost moaning as his tongue flicks out to lick at your skin. “So I took a shot.”

“I make you that nervous?” His teeth pull at your earlobe. You sink further into the seat, starting to turn boneless. You feel like you’re melting at the joints, abruptly unable to string together a sentence under the attention of his greedy, warm mouth. “Cat got your tongue?”

“You’re supposed to take me to dinner.”

“Oh, I am. And then we'll order ice cream, and then we’re going home.” 

“Oh?” 

“My home. I have necklaces to show you.”

“Fuck.” 

Reluctantly, Jungkook pulls away. His lips are wet and a little dark from kissing you, his eyes wild. You watch him from where you’re sunken in the seat, a little wrecked from just kissing. You realize that Jungkook has the potential to ruin you. To crack you open and devour you.

And you let him. 

Reaching across the car, you cradle his face, thumb pulling at his bottom lip, damp with your lip gloss and spit. “Pretty,” you murmur. His tongue darts out, laving across your thumb. You grin. “Dangerous.” 

“Not with you.” 

“I’ve heard that before.”

“Well, I mean it.”

“We barely know each other.”

He shrugs. “I don’t care. I have a sense for these things.”

“Mmm.” You drop your hand from his face. “Dinner, then. And ice cream. And then home.” 

-

Jungkook’s first lie is that he’s not dangerous with you. He nearly kills you several times on the way to dinner, leaning over at almost every stoplight to bring your mouth to his again. His mouth is addictive, each kiss intense and intended to make you fall further and further into this waking dream you’re in. 

By the time the valet opens your door to a private entrance at the restaurant and helps you out, you think you might be entirely drunk on Jungkook’s kisses alone. He laces his fingers with yours, pulling you close as you walk up toward the back of the restaurant.

Inside is a dark hall, barely lit by fixtures in the ceiling casting gold light. It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust as Jungkook gives the host his name. To your right is a curtain with the soft hush of diners and piano music. To your left is another curtain with no sound coming through. 

“Thank you for choosing us, Mr. Jeon. Right this way.”

The host bows his head slightly, guiding you to the left curtain. He pulls it open and gestures for you to enter. You step through after Jungkook, raising your brows when you realize it’s a private dining room. It looks reserved for events and parties perhaps, but the room is furnished with a single table and rich, mahogany chairs. 

Velvet drapery covers the walls and a large, crystal chandelier hangs over the table. The heels of your boots click on the hardwood floors as Jungkook leads you to your seat, letting go of your hand to pull out the chair. You flash him a smile, sitting as he helps you scoot in. 

He sits across from you, adjusting his shirt sleeves. Your eyes momentarily get sidetracked when you realize he has on the layered necklaces you ask for, and you grin before averting your attention to the host who instructs that the chef and the sommelier will be with you momentarily to talk about your dining options for the evening.

When he leaves, it’s just you and Jungkook with the soft sound of piano trailing from somewhere distant. You level your gaze on him, watching him watch you. The setting feels intimate, leaving you a little overwhelmed but in a good way. You’ve gone on dates, but not like this. 

“What?” he questions gently. “You have a look on your face.”

“I’m just impressed, is all.”

“It only gets better from here. I have so many ideas for dates.” 

“Oh? Plural?”

“Mhmm.” He leans back in his seat, tonguing his cheek. “If all goes well, anyway.” 

“So far so good.” 

The sommelier and the chef arrive together, hands tucked behind their backs. It’s hard to pay them much mind. Jungkook is distracting, even as he gives them his full attention, nodding along and answering their questions. He looks to you for input, but you feel a little useless, barely listening to what they’re saying. 

“Trust me enough to order?” he asks, leaning over the table conspiratorially. 

“Well, you’re with me, so you must have good taste. I trust you.” 

His foot nudges your ankle under the table playfully. He orders a round of appetizers and wine. When the sommelier asks you to sample it, you follow Jungkook's lead, inhaling the dark red lightly. It smells strongly of cherries and something sweet, making your mouth water. The taste is lush and wonderful, pleasing to the palate. 

The sommelier bows and leaves the two of you alone, vanishing behind the curtain. Jungkook lifts his wine glass to you, smiling. “Here’s to our first date and many more.” 

“Cheers.” 

After a sip, you set your glass down and look at Jungkook from across the table. “Was it absolutely painful, waiting for today?”

“I hardly survived, to be honest. All day yesterday I lay in bed dreaming of today.”

“Hmm. Is that all you dream about?”

His gaze darkens. “Careful, Mozart. I dream very vividly.”

Jungkook does impress you. With his knowledge about a wide variety of topics, with the charming expressions he uses as he speaks, with… him overall. He’s multifaceted in a way you rarely get to see with others, and you feel giddy as you listen to him.

Though you have a similar experience getting into music, it’s nice to hear Jungkook’s story. You keep it light, avoiding the darker parts of going through trainee programs and how competitive and hard it was to be a kid, growing up while working. 

He asks you about music. Not just the music you work on, but the music you grew up listening to, your favorite genres, and the technical aspects of making music. Jungkook is intelligent and familiar with the mechanics of making records. He asks questions and nods along, interested and curious in learning. 

You can’t remember the last time you had a conversation go this well, even outside of dates. When you urged Jungkook to take you on a date, you weren’t sure you’d end up liking him. Now though, as he lets you take the last stuffed mushroom because you can have whatever you want, you realize that you like him. 

It is such a dangerous game to play, especially with the rumors you hear about him. 

Instead of thinking about it, you enjoy dinner. You both finish the bottle of wine and he orders another. You’re feeling loose and warm, laughing more often and giving him lazy smiles. Even without the wine, you want to drag him to the bathroom and get on your knees. Now with a few glasses in, you’re thinking about it more and more. 

Dinner sobers you up a little, but it doesn’t remove the heat between your legs and the growing desire to kiss him again. You think about the way his mouth moved against yours, tongue gentle and talented. Your mind wanders into places less innocent, especially after dinner comes to an end and ice cream is brought out, as promised.

Jungkook carves the spoon through the dessert, leaning forward with it held out. You smirk, leaning to meet him halfway to let him slide the ice cream into your mouth. Cold vanilla melts on your tongue. It’s good and creamy, but you hardly pay attention to the taste, eyes fastened to Jungkook’s. 

“Good?” His voice is deep, soft. “I want to taste.”

You pick up your spoon, picking up a small scoop. You hold it out to him and he repeats your motion, bending to meet you. His eyes don’t leave yours as he eats it, tongue running over the bottom of his lip after to catch any extra. 

“Fuck.”

“Yeah,” he agrees, getting up abruptly. He holds his hand out to you and you place yours in his. He hoists you up and surprises you by pulling you into his chest. “We’re going.” 

You lean up on your toes, stealing his lips with yours. They taste like the wine you’ve been drinking. Your mouth tingles as you kiss him and your thoughts are cottony and slow, only focused on the way he hums, leaning forward to swipe his tongue eagerly into your mouth.

The kiss turns a little messy. You’re woozy, letting him bend you backward as he steals the breath from your lungs. Jungkook is intoxicating, your hand dropping his to wrap around his neck. You thread your fingers through the waves at the nape of his neck. They’re silky soft, sliding between your fingers. You tug a little, pulling a groan low in his throat.

“Careful or I will fuck you here,” he pants, spit-slicked mouth moving against yours. You run your tongue along his bottom lip, tasting more wine. “Devil.” 

“What’s stopping you?” 

Jungkook pulls away from you, holding you at arm's length. You stare up at him, eyes heavy. You feel arousal pool in your stomach with the way he looks at you, his mouth wine-stained. 

“That’s how you want it?” His tone is threatening. Laced with something carnal. Your stomach flutters as you nod. You’re not thinking about anything but him, not worried about anything. “Fuck.”

Without hesitation, he grabs you by the hand and pulls you across the floor. You follow him eagerly, heart hammering as Jungkook all but kicks the private bathroom door open. He yanks you inside and spins you, pushing you toward an elegant sink.

The bathroom is dark. The walls are painted black and the gold-fixtured lighting is dim. It would be romantic if Jungkook wasn’t flicking the lock behind him and advancing on you. Just as he reaches for you, you surprise him, dropping to your knees and looking up through your lashes. 

He raises his brows, looking down at you, heat behind his eyes. You lift your hand to the zipper of his pants, slowly pulling it down, pausing for permission.

“Go ahead, baby,” he murmurs, nodding. “Take what you want.”

Licking your lips, you do exactly that. Your fingers are nimble as you undo the button at the top of his pants. You pull them down a little, just enough to get them out of your way. You eye the hardening outline of his cock against his briefs, breath catching. 

You look up at him. “You have a huge cock, don’t you?”

He sticks out his tongue between his teeth. “Why don’t you find out, hmm?”

Leaning high up on your knees, you lick the outline of his cock, watching as he shivers. You run your tongue to the tip of his cock, stopping to mouth at it. He curses, hips twitching as you soak the fabric with your mouth, placing your hands on his thighs.

Muscles twitch under your palms. You dig your nails in and scratch upward, the fabric hissing underneath your fingers. Reaching the waistband of his briefs, you pull down agonizingly slow. Jungkook’s fingers twitch at his sides, but he lets you do what you want, breathing heavily through parted lips. 

Jungkook’s cock springs out. You feel your mouth water at his thick length, already hard from the barest stimulation. Pearly beads of precum decorate the dark tip. You hum, contented as you stick your tongue out and give a quick kitten lick to the base of his shaft. 

He hisses, hips twitching forward. Teasing him, you trace your tongue along a vein on the underside of his cock until you reach the tip, circling the swollen head with your tongue generously. Jungkook closes his eyes, his head falling backward.

You grip him firmly, gathering saliva in your mouth before spitting on his cock. He moans out loud and you grin, pumping him slowly while ducking under your hand to lave your tongue across his balls. He curses and a hand shoots to your head, not pushing you, but fingers pressed tight against your skull.

“Fuck, you like being a little slut?” he growls. 

“Mhmm,” you answer back, pulling his cockhead into your mouth. His salty precum melts on your tongue. 

Jungkook fills your mouth. You feel the stretch on the sides of your lips as you take him in properly. You let spit pool on your tongue as you slide down his cock, slurping gently as you do. It’s messy and wet and a little clumsy, the wine making you uncoordinated. 

It doesn’t matter. His fingers press into your hair as you set a rhythm, bobbing your head and sucking gently while your hand pumps what you can’t fit in your mouth. Jungkook pants above you, his soft moans echoing off the tile. 

The sounds he makes spur you further. Drool runs down your chin as he succumbs. You watch him through misty eyes, the crown of his cock kissing the back of your throat as you try to take him further than you can manage. You feel your throat constrict, coughing a bit as you pull off of him, twisting your wrist as you work him and gasp for air.

Spit and precum connect your lips to his cock in a thick string. It breaks when you cough, eyes stinging. 

“Yeah?” he asks, gritting his teeth. “Like choking on that fucking cock?”

You run the flat of your tongue over his frenulum, making him wine. “Like hearing you moan,” you admit. The slick sound of your hand stroking him makes you squeeze your legs together. “It makes me so fucking wet.” 

“Show me.”

Jungkook’s hands go to yours. He pulls you up by the wrists. Your knees feel wobbly but he holds you steady, pressing you against the counter. He steals a searing kiss from you that is more tongue than lips, hands skimming up your arms and down your sides until he’s at the hem of your dress where he pauses. 

“This okay?” Your eyelids flutter open. His nose is pressed against yours, eyes steady. “We can stop whenever or if you’re too drunk.”

“I’m not.” It’s true, you’re a little drunk off the wine, but your head is clear. You know exactly what you want and your thoughts are concise. There are no hesitations and you don’t care that you’re in a bathroom, face wet with mixed fluids. “Want it.”

“Mmm.” 

Jungkook slips a hand under your dress, fingers brushing over your soft thighs. It feels good, his dragging touch enticing. Your head tilts back, allowing him to press hot, wet kisses on your throat. His fingers pick at the garter belt secured to your pantyhose, making him groan.

“I wanna see these later.”

“You will.”

He licks your neck. “Good.”

You close your eyes, enjoying the feeling of his mouth sucking gently at your throat while his hand slides to your underwear. He presses the pads of his fingers over the silk, just enough to make your thighs close around his hand, gasping. 

“You are wet.” There’s a smile in his voice. He moves his fingers in a gentle circle, applying pressure to the damp spot on your underwear. “Sucking me off did that?” 

“And the ice cream.”

“Oh? Watching me eat ice cream, huh?”

“Sorry about it.”

“Don’t be.” He hooks a finger and pulls your panties to the side, touching your sticky folds properly. A moan slips out of your mouth. You can feel your heart slamming in your chest so hard you think you might have a cardiac episode. “You can watch me eat your pussy later.” 

Between the implication that there is a later and thereby more after this, and the way Jungkook’s fingers slip up and down your heat, you’re a goner. It feels so good, some of the pressure between your legs relieved as he teases your clit.

Spreading your legs wider, you lean hard into the bathroom counter. It hurts where it presses against your spine but you ignore it, content to let him push you until your head hits the mirror. 

Jungkook’s fingers tease your hole, leaving your cunt clenching. You whine, bringing your hands to his face to pull him off your neck and to your mouth, biting his lip playfully. 

“Fuck me,” you ask between kisses, mouths smacking loudly. “Wanna feel you stretch me out.”

“Can’t even wait until we’re home?”

“You can fuck me there too.”

He laughs darkly. “Demon.”

Jungkook removes his hand from between your legs and bends at the knee, grabbing you behind the thighs. You jump lightly and he lifts you, putting you on the counter. Your dress hikes up, baring your glistening cunt to him, underwear still pulled to the side. 

Balmy air kisses your skin. It’s hot in the bathroom as he cages you in, tattooed hand pumping his cock. You’re bent out of shape, spreading your legs and feeling the strain of the straps on your garner belt as you stretch them. 

Reaching between your legs, you pull your underwear farther to the side, ensuring they won’t be in the way. He shakes his head, eying your heat hungrily as he runs the tip of his dick up and down your messy folds. It feels good but it’s not enough, making you squirm and whine audibly. 

He tuts at you, sliding his hand up to press the head of his cock into your dripping hole. Your eyes roll back, feeling the pressure of him splitting you open as he sinks in. The stretch of him aches in pleasure-pain, your pussy opening up for every inch that he feeds you.

“Shit you’re tight,” he gasps, falling forward to rest his head on your shoulder. His back muscles strain against his shirt as he pushes in the rest of the way, bottoming out until you’re stuffed full, walls fluttering around him. “God, I could come just like this.”

“Pussy whipped?” 

“Fuck, I’m gonna be.”

One of your hands goes around his neck, nails pressing into his skin. He sucks in air sharply. Your other hand drifts to his ass, grabbing him and squeezing. “Please make me come. I need it.” 

Instead of answering verbally, he starts to fuck into you. It’s not a slow build or something passionate. It’s needy and heady and desperate. He sets a brutal pace and you can’t help but let out a loud moan, the shape of his name escaping you.

The feeling is addicting. You cling to him, jostling against the sink as he fucks you. The wet sound of your cunt around him is loud and lewd, backtracked by your breathy moans getting louder and higher-pitched. You feel yourself shaking, fingers digging into him as he grabs your hips, holding you down to the counter.

Jungkook’s breath fans your neck, his face buried there. He curses, occasionally biting your tender skin, making you squeal. You can feel the ghost of a smile against you, his tongue soothing your stinging flesh. 

Grabbing one of your thighs, he hikes your leg higher. You slide into the sink, nearly bent in half as he changes the angle. He hits your spot on the upstroke, almost sending you into an orgasm immediately. The tension in your stomach is so tight you think you’re going to unravel. 

Instead, it climbs higher and higher. You can barely breathe as he straightens to fuck you even harder. The faucet digs into your back. You don’t care, grabbing the counter as you cling to it for life, babbling. Nothing that comes out of your mouth makes any sense and just when you think you can’t take it anymore, you come. Hard. 

Everything in your body locks up. You spasm around him, squeezing his cock for everything it's worth. Your orgasm is swift and powerful, taking the breath from you for a long moment before you finally manage to gasp for air, sagging against the sink. 

With a few messy pumps, Jungkook comes with a loud curse, head tossed back, hips slamming yours. You can feel your release between the two of you, sticky and running down your thighs. His thrusts slow until he’s left softening inside of you.

Come leaks when he slowly pulls out. The drip is obscene but you’re too fucked out to care, looking up at him in a daze. It smells like sex in the bathroom and a light layer of sweat covers your skin. 

Carefully, Jungkook tucks himself back in his pants before ripping paper towels out of the dispenser to gently wipe at your thighs. You laugh and let him take care of you, grateful that he does. He swipes one greedy finger up your pussy and pops it into his mouth, making your jaw drop.

“Fuck, I can’t wait to eat you out later.”

You chew your lip as he finishes wiping the mess from your lower half. “So there is a later, still?”

He looks dubious. “I told you that you were coming home with me.”

“I know I just thought maybe…”

“That I was gonna fuck you in a bathroom and that would be what I wanted?” You nod. “I told you, I want more dates. Something about you, Mozart. Also, you letting me fold you in half in a bathroom makes me want to drop down on one knee.”

It pleases you to hear that more than you care to admit. 

With Jungkook’s help, you ease off the counter. At a glance in the mirror, you burst into hysterical laughter. Your mascara is smudged, your mouth is wet, and you look wrecked. He laughs too, caging you in and reaching around you to turn on the faucet, running the tips of his fingers underneath and bringing them up to gently wipe under your eyes.

You smile at him as he attempts to make the running makeup less noticeable. When he finishes, he turns off the faucet but remains pressed to your back, arms looped casually around you. He has a small smile, staring at you in the mirror.

“What?” you ask, laughing.

“This is going to sound stupid,” he prefaces. “But I just feel something here. I don’t know how to explain it.”

“Post-nut clarity?”

He presses his pelvis into you. “No. It’s just like this really silly… I don’t know. Crush. But it just feels right.”

Surprisingly, you understand what he means. This spark you feel with him is new to you. There’s never been anyone else you feel so natural with, so immediately attracted to. Certainly not enough to throw inhibition to the wind and suck them off in a bathroom. 

Something about Jungkook lights you up, a candle catching fire and burning through the wick hot and fast. People might call it reckless and immature, but you don’t know how else to explain this innate desire to jump in head-first with him. 

“I feel it too.” 

He kisses the back of your head. “Come on. I’m not done with you yet.” 

-

You feel lost in the lights on the way home. Jungkook’s hand settles on your thigh, thumb brushing back and forth. He’s a little subdued, focusing on the road. You don’t distract him, content to adjust the air conditioning so that it cools you off, your skin on fire from the wine and Jungkook. 

The night certainly went in a direction you weren’t planning, but you don’t mind. Jungkook excites you. Perhaps it is a little rash and naive, but you don’t care, enamored by the layers of him. You want to peel back more, to dig to the core until he’s yours. 

Whatever the madness is, it appears to be equal. When Jungkook pulls into the luxury apartment building known for high-profile celebrities and government officials, he’s on you again, pulling you across the car to meld your mouths together. 

Dull pain blooms in your mouth, lips bruised from kissing him. You don’t care, eager to slot your tongue against his, brushing against the wet-rough feel of it. 

“Come on,” he whispers, tugging your bottom lip with his teeth. “Let’s go upstairs.”

It should not surprise you when Jungkook swipes a key fob and selects the penthouse apartment, but it does. It shocks you even more when the elevator opens into a four-level home. Your mouth drops open a little as you enter, Jungkook’s fingers laced with yours. 

Floor-to-ceiling windows stretch the entire four-story home. From where you stand in the entryway, you can see multiple open-concept rooms, each ornately decorated with a modern style and neutral tones. Nothing about what you can see screams Jungkook, suggesting that his label has put him here - has the money to put him here.

The thought itself is staggering, momentarily reminding you who you just let fuck you senseless in the bathroom at an upscale restaurant. Letting Jungkook’s hand go, you wander into the main room of the apartment, stepping down into the sunken living room with large, curved couches surrounding a coffee table.

Above you, a massive glass artwork of floating lights hovers. They’re turned off, but it looks like a sculpture project most likely commissioned by a wildly expensive artist. Jungkook joins you in front of the towering windows overlooking a wide terrace. The sheer curtains do nothing to hide the twinkling lights of the city. 

It gives the illusion that you’re among the stars. Jungkook leans over and presses a button on the remote. The curtains quietly begin to roll open, revealing the view in full. It is breathtaking, much more magnificent than the view from Hoseok’s apartment. 

“They really pulled out all the stops for you,” you murmur, turning to look at him. He toes the carpet, twisting his mouth as he blushes. “This is insane.”

“It’s too much.”

“A little bit. But it’s cool.”

He smiles and reaches a hand out. “Let me show you the rest tomorrow after breakfast.”

You take his hand and let him pull you along toward the winding staircase. “I want waffles.” 

“And in the morning, I’m making waffles!”

You both dissolve into laughter at the Shrek reference. Jungkook pulls you up the steps until you’re on the top floor, which is made up of a spacious bedroom with windows that overlook the city, an ornate bathroom you can only see the door to, what you assume is a walk-in closet, and an additional terrace with an infinity pool, firepit area, and bar. 

The bedroom is more of Jungkook’s style. It’s not nearly as pristine, the sheets and blankets rumpled, all dark grey tones. There are shoes by the closet door and a shelf in the far corner with action figures and collectibles that you don’t recognize. 

In the middle of the room stretches an impossibly large bed with modern sconces on either side. Medication, a glass of water, and a watch are on the nightstand next to the bed. And no signs of other suitors, you notice, but you push the thought out of your mind as Jungkook pulls you backward toward his bed, smiling.

This time you’re slower. He sits on the bed, pulling you by the waist to straddle him. Your knees sink feather-soft into the mattress on either side of him, settling yourself on his thighs as you draw him in for a kiss. You hold him gently by the jaw, fingers spread and pressing warm into his skin. 

Jungkook’s hands skate around your hips to your ass, squeezing gently as your tongues dance together. Your buzz from the wine is gone now, replaced with desire burning through you, hot as a torch. It doesn’t feel needy and crazed now, but a little softer. More intimate. 

Carefully, Jungkook leans backward, taking you with him. You squeal into his mouth as you land on top of him, arms giving out. You crash into his chest, though not too hard. 

“Sorry,” he mumbles. He places his hands on your waist and precariously rolls over, managing not to knock heads and limbs as he places you under him. His knee slots between your legs, hands leaving your waist to bracket your head. “God damn, you are beautiful.”

It’s strange. You feel beautiful - or at least, you feel desired under him. Perhaps it is not the same thing, but the way Jungkook looks at you with swollen lips and starry eyes, you feel powerful. Godly, even. 

He dips back down, pressing a kiss to your mouth and one to your jaw. He leaves a wake of heat, stealing your breath away. Leaning back, you give him access to map the tender flesh of your throat and collarbones, threading your fingers through his hair. 

Eyes closed, you let the world spin. His mouth is the finest delicacy, pressing kisses that are butterfly-soft all over your heated skin as he pulls the straps of your dress. You help him by slipping your arms out. He gathers the fabric and pulls down, sitting up as he does so.

Silk rolls against your skin. It’s cool in his bedroom, making you shiver as he reveals your lacy bra and matching garter. He tosses the dress, sitting high up on his knees as you lay splayed out for him. 

“You know,” he ventures. “Normally I don’t like lingerie.” His fingers trace the swells of your breasts. Your chest rises and falls rapidly, goosebumps breaking out on your skin from the tantalizing touch. “But I could get used to it on you.”

“I only wear it on special occasions.” 

Jungkook lowers himself, planting a wet kiss on the top of your right breast. “What’s the occasion?” 

“I needed something to hold up my pantyhose.”

His laugh cools the fresh trail of spit he leaves on your skin, earning a violent shiver from you. He notices, eyes flicking up to look at you. They’re endless pools of dark, watching your every move as he slow-drags a finger up your stomach to the top of your bra. He hooks his finger over the top of the cup and pulls gently, the fabric scraping your over-sensitive nipple. 

Everything he does feels overwhelmingly erotic. You watch, hypnotized and out of breath as he sticks out his tongue, circling your nipple lazily but not giving it attention directly. You let out a wavering moan, voice gone. 

Oh so slowly, Jungkook flicks his tongue over the hardened peak of your nipple. You bow up into him, wanting more. He tsks at you and you go flat on the bed, fisting the sheets tightly to ground yourself as he grins, delighted. 

“You listen well, huh?” You nod, head heavy. You can’t think of any words, thoughts bleeding together like liquid spilled across a watercolor canvas. “Is that how you like it? Being told what to do like a good girl?”

“Yes.” You suck in a sharp breath as Jungkook scrapes his teeth generously over your nipple. 

“You weren’t a very good girl when you got on your knees and swallowed my cock whole in the bathroom.” He flicks his tongue back and forth, sending your eyes to the back of your head as you squirm underneath him. “You were quite the dirty girl, huh?”

“Both.”

Instead of answering you, Jungkook envelops your bud fully, sucking gently. Pleasure rolls through you, your pussy beginning to slow ache with arousal. Your head falls to the side, and you’re only able to pant and dig your nails into his sides where you grab him, either to hold him to you or push him away; you’re not sure.

Jungkook’s mouth is wicked, lavishing your tits. He sucks greedily, noisy as he slides his tongue from one breast to the other. When you look at him, you see sin. Your chest shines in the glowing light of the city with the evidence of his oral fixation, turning you on even more. 

Your underwear sticks to you uncomfortably and your toes curl. It feels so good but you need so much more, dripping in a way that is maddening as he starts to trail his mouth downward. He is so so slow, tasting your skin, hands skimming your sides, scraping blunt nails across your sensitive flesh. 

He’s hardly done anything and yet you’re shaking underneath him, more sensitive and turned on than you’ve ever been. You cannot recall ever being this close to falling apart from just having someone touch you and play with your tits.

But it’s the way Jungkook looks at you. The movements of his hands on your skin. The way every single brush of his tongue and every drag of his teeth scraping over you seems perfectly timed. Attuned. 

It feels like Jungkook already knows every part of your body, and something about that both terrifies and excites you, kicking your adrenaline into high gear, heart rattling, pulse beating in your neck. 

With hooded eyes, you watch Jungkook unclasp the garter belt. He is gentle and methodical, pulling every layer of clothing off with a touch so reverent that it can only be holy. He is solely focused on his task, tasting your skin when his mouth draws near enough to feel you. 

When he has you naked and shaking, he sinks to the floor in front of the bed, hands pressing your thighs open. You feel how much of a mess you are, slick and cold as the air hits you. You whimper, pussy aching to the point of madness. 

Jungkook chuckles. “Yeah? Does it ache, baby?”

“Uh-huh.”

He blows cool air right onto your pussy. The sensation is a pleasure-sting, making you twist in his hands, trying to angle away from him to escape the cold. He laughs again, pinning your hips firmly to the bed while he presses hot-mouthed kisses to your inner thighs. 

“Eyes on me,” he murmurs into your skin. “I told you that you were going to watch me eat this pussy.” 

With effort, you lean up on your elbows, watching with your mouth parted as Jungkook tilts forward agonizingly slow to run the flat of his tongue up your cunt. Your fingers squeeze the sheets, thighs flexing under his firm hands. It feels so good but it looks even better. 

He smirks, dipping down again to slow-lick you from top to bottom. You’re hypnotized, feeling your stomach lurch violently at how good it feels and how good he looks sliding his tongue through your wetness. 

“Taste just as sweet as that ice cream,” he murmurs, sliding his hands closer to the apex of your thighs to hold you open. He catches your clit with his lips, sucking softly. Your head falls back as sparks explode under your skin. “Mmm. Like this so much better though.” 

“Feels so good,” you rasp, lifting your head to fixate your eyes on him again. “Fuck, Jungkook.” 

His tongue dips into your hole, tasting you further, drinking you in. “How do you like it?” he asks, tongue slowly zigzagging upward to circle your bundle of nerves. You’re trembling under him, fingers going numb with how tight you hold the sheets. “Slow? Fast? Messy?”

“Messy.”

He hums and brings his entire mouth to you, sucking greedily, tongue laving back and forth. You fall backward, unable to support yourself as he complies with your request. You bring a hand up to cover your face, trying to catch your breath. 

“Shit,” you gasp. 

Jungkook presses his face into your cunt, licking and slurping at you. The sounds are pornographic and you don’t care, your other hand going down between your legs to card through his hair, pulling gently. He grunts in appreciation, fucking his tongue into you, wiggling expertly. 

You feel thoroughly fucked. Your limbs are heavy, the world spinning as he devours you. He lets your hips cant against his face, encouraging you with soft little hums, mouth smacking against you. 

“This fucking pussy,” Jungkook swears, sucking harshly at your folds. “Fuck.”

“Wanna taste,” you beg, thoughts sticky. “Lemme.”

“Fuck.”

Jungkook’s tongue slides through your folds before he stands up, leaning over you. You turn to look at him - his eyes are blown, the bottom half of his face shining with your juice. You whine and open your mouth, sticking your tongue out eagerly. He follows your lead, grabbing your jaw and squeezing as he gathers your slick and his spit in his mouth before letting it drip into yours. 

You can barely taste yourself but you fold your tongue in anyway, closing your mouth to swallow. He seems dazed, pupils dilated and wild as he crashes his mouth to yours. Your teeth click together and you lick into his mouth, tasting yourself properly for a moment before he breaks away and drops back down, attaching his mouth to your pussy.

This time, Jungkook is vicious. He pulls you to the edge of insanity, your thighs closed around his head, his grip on your legs iron. He whips his head back and forth, tongue pressed hot and heavy against you. You climb climb climb climb -

You break. 

Everything in you seizes. You writhe in his hands, coming hard against his mouth. He doesn’t stop, mouthing you through your orgasm until you’re screaming and pushing at his forehead, the stimulation morphing from white-hot bliss to pleasure-laced pain. 

Jungkook lets you push him away only for him to climb up your body, ripping his shirt up as he goes. Your arms feel heavy and sluggish as you pull at his belt. Your fingers fumble, unable to work the button and the zipper, making him laugh.

“I got it,” he whispers, leaning forward to steal a brazen kiss. “You good?”

You nod, unable to form words. You are good, but you’re still dizzy from the orgasm. 

Still, seeing him strip off his shirt has you ready to go again. You lean forward, hand running up the flexing planes of his abs as he shuffles out of his pants. His body is beautiful - cut lines meeting soft skin, whorls of ink staining his arm and chest. His thighs are powerful, flexing as he kicks off his briefs, freeing his hard, heavy cock. 

You reach for him, grasping him in your hand and guiding him toward your messy heat. Jungkook groans as you run his swollen head up and down your folds, making his cock shine with your arousal. 

“Just like that,” he rasps, nodding his head. “Make it nice and fucking wet.”

After a few shallow thrusts, you take the tip and press down into your entrance. You feel a slight ache as he stretches you open despite having fucked you less than an hour ago. You pant through it, watching between your legs as he presses in until his hips are flush with yours. 

It is a tight fit. Full. But so, so good. Jungkook leans forward, placing his hands on either side of his head. You look up to see his necklaces dangling in your face, making you grin. You tug on them, bringing his mouth down to yours for a slow, gentle kiss. 

When he pulls away, he smiles. “Wore them just for you.” 

“Mmm good. Fuck me, please. Feels so full.” 

Jungkook’s left hand goes down, hiking your leg up around his waist. This time is different. He sets the pace slow, pulling all the way out and then gliding back in. You’re drenched enough to make the slide easy, your walls stretching around him the more he fucks you, setting a steady rhythm. 

Pleasure spreads from your cunt outward, unfurling like a blossom. The gentle drag of his cock is mind-numbing, your hands sliding up your stomach to cup your chest, squeezing your tits. He groans in appreciation, picking up his pace a little, the wet slap of skin against skin backtracked by your loud, heavy breathing. 

Sheets cling to your damp skin. You feel your chest heaving, Jungkook’s skin sliding against yours as he pulls you closer. You raise your hips, rolling into him, meeting his thrusts. Your hands slip on his arms, trying to find purchase on anything to ground you. 

“Fuck,” he gasps, trying to catch his breath. 

He pulls away and grabs both of your legs, making you slip. He’s careful not to pull out, pressing your legs together and hooking them side-by-side over his right shoulder, leaning in. The strain on your thighs feels good and the angle hits deep. 

You bring a hand to your mouth, biting into your knuckle. The pain is like a relief, an outlet to channel the pent-up orgasm building like an indestructible storm inside of you. 

Soft, deep moans drip from Jungkook’s mouth. Your feet flex, your body curling as the pleasure spreads. It’s like you can't sit still, every part of you exposed and raw, sparking with electricity as he drives his hips forward relentlessly. 

Your sweaty calf slips off of his shoulder. He slows and taps you on the leg. “Wanna ride me, baby?”

“Yeah. Wanna sit on it.”

“Good girl.”

You preen under the praise. He pulls out, leaving a wet trail of fluid as he does. You’re both a little fuck-drunk and uncoordinated, switching places as he tosses himself on his back, reaching up to grab pillows and stuff them under his shoulders and head.

Facing the windows, you throw a leg over his hips, surprising him by turning your back to him. He growls and slaps a hand on your ass, the sound loud in the room. You moan, spurred by the sting as you shift down to his hips. 

Grabbing his wet cock, you hover over the tip, carefully sinking down his shaft. This angle makes him so much deeper - you swear you feel him in your stomach. Speared to capacity, you take a moment to breathe, overwhelmed and overheated. Jungkook doesn’t mind, content to knead your ass and hips, fingers pressing into muscle and relieving tension. 

“That feels so nice,” you sigh, head rolling to the side. You close your eyes, pussy twitching and stuff full. 

“Yeah? I’ll give you a massage this week.”

“You’re promising me so many things.”

“Have to keep you on the hook.”

“And on your cock?”

He squeezes the globes of your ass. “Definitely on my cock. Feel so good wrapped around me.” 

Leaning forward, you put your hands on his shins, using him as leverage to slowly lift yourself. The drag feels delicious, and when you drop back down, it feels like the air is punched from your lungs. You fuck yourself on him at your own pace, listening to the sound of him falling apart, occasionally his hands cracking your cheeks. 

Biting your lip, you drive yourself to the edge of madness, shaking as your head falls forward between your arms, his name dropping from your mouth. Jungkook slides his hands under you, adding his assistance as he lifts you up and down his cock, helping you bounce. It’s wet and nasty and you don’t care, enjoying every second of it.

“Can I play with this pretty little asshole?” he asks, voice rough. 

“Uh-huh.”

Wet fingers slide between your cheeks. Jungkook presses a finger to your tight rim, not enough to breach but just enough to give mind-melting stimulation. You grind yourself in his lap, focusing on the way it feels every time you roll your hips. Jungkook’s finger circles your asshole in time, making you nearly sob as you work yourself to an orgasm, so fucking close to coming for the third time that night. 

He encourages you softly, come on, baby, and yeah just like that, get yourself off dripping from his lips. It’s like honey to your ears, sweet and syrupy. You work him faster, fingers going tight in the sheets as you hit your stride, arching up toward another release. 

It builds and builds until you’re right on the edge, so so so close that you’re nearly screaming, eyes squeezed shut, breath held, legs shaking. 

You fall over the edge, barely able to keep your rhythm. You feel your pussy flood around him. You’re gulping down air, hips still moving, broken cries interrupted by mindless babble. 

When you start to slow, Jungkook sits up. He nearly knocks you over but he catches you, carefully laying you flat on your stomach. You go boneless, barely there, and floating. Your last orgasm makes everything watery and opaque, Jungkook’s voice is like syrup when he speaks.

“You okay?” You nod vigorously, sticking your ass up a little bit. You’re a little bit useless, but you want him to come, want him to use you. He notices, laughing as he spreads your legs a little, mess running down your folds. “Such a good girl for me, giving me this swollen cunt to use. Fuck, you’re perfect.” 

Tired and spent, you roll your head to the side, closing your eyes, just content to breathe as Jungkook starts to fuck you with abandon. It still feels good, making you tremble underneath him, bordering overstimulation. You toe that line of electricity, fingers twisted in the blanket, breath hissing. 

Jungkook chases his orgasm, bending down to press a hot kiss onto your shoulder as he comes, tongue licking over the sweat and salt of your skin. 

Time moves differently then - at least it feels like it. You don’t know how much passes between Jungkook’s orgasm and him pulling out, or him finally getting up and waking you up. You’re dizzy when you look at him, head cottony and full of almost-sleep. 

Wordlessly, he takes you to the bathroom. You don’t have the mind to look at your surroundings or pay attention to what anything looks like, content to let him pull you into the shower and turn on the hot water. You’re barely there, lost between exhaustion and a post-bliss aura that makes you soft. 

When Jungkook kisses you in the shower, it’s not with the intent to start something else, but it does wake you up. You become a little more lucid, kissing him sweetly, innocent. Afterward, Jungkook wraps you in a fluffy towel and guides you through his bedroom to another room in the house, too tired to change his sheets.

You crash down in the bed together, heavy-limbed and sated. Jungkook pulls you close, already half asleep, eyes shut and mouth parted. You curl into him, realizing you fit perfectly into the curve of his body. Like you were made for him. 

Quickly you fall asleep, your last thought being that perhaps Jungkook is made for you.

-

Morning comes with a brush of a gentle mouth against your shoulder. You hum, turning your head toward the source of the touch. Jungkook’s lips press against yours, morning-slow, tired-soft. You’re sore everywhere - most notably between your legs - but you let him drag you into a lazy makeout session.

Neither of you are really awake. The sun has not come up yet, the world awash in dark grey. Warm blankets wrap around you, heat trapping between your body. Jungkook’s hand slides down your waist and dips between your legs. You part them, sighing as he swipes his fingers through you and groans when they come away wet.

No words are spoken. Only butterfly-soft breaths and gentle gasps of air as he sinks two fingers into your heat from behind. You open yourself up to him, falling into the feel-good stimulation of his touch as it brushes your G-spot.

It doesn’t matter that you’re tired and sore. You want more of Jungkook - cannot get enough of him. Already you’re thinking about the next time you can have him. Even as he lines his cock up with your entrance, pushing in slowly until he’s snug to your core, you’re thinking about how many more times you can take him. How many more ways you want to. 

You’ve barely started and you’re addicted. Craving him. Reaching a hand around behind you to cradle his head to the back of yours, feeling his warm breath fan your ear as he fucks you slowly. Delicate. Far too intimate for the two of you, almost strangers. 

If someone had told you two days ago that your night would start with locking eyes with Jungkook, a world-renowned artist, and end with securing a date that led to this moment, trembling in his arms as he makes you come again, you’d have thought they were crazy. 

Now, you can’t imagine it turning out any other way. Can’t imagine not feeling him shift his hand around to play with your clit, bringing you swiftly to another cresting orgasm, leaving you shaking and broken and near weeping in his arms, coming down from your high as he finishes himself off, cock twitching inside of you. 

Jungkook’s hand leaves your pussy, sliding up your stomach until he reaches the underside of your jaw. He grabs you, turning your face to his, stealing your mouth in a sloppy, searing kiss. 

when jungkook had told you he’d film himself doing the smoke dance challenge, you hadn’t believed him.

until it actually happened.

there he was, in your hotel bedroom, showing off his intense and precise dance moves in a fixated rhythm. the music boomed through the whole room, jungkook’s steps scruffing on the floor.

you catch him running his tongue over his lips when he raises both arms and rolls his hips in a languid movement. your jaw drops at the sight, but it’s quickly forgotten when he finishes off the dance like what he just did was absolutely nothing.

he’s a tease, you should’ve known. after all this isn’t the first time he’ll do a small gesture and drive you absolutely wild.

his shirt rides up a few times, exposing his tiny waist and the waistband to his underwear. it’s a quick glimpse but your eyes are so fixated on him, it’s almost as if the time has slowed down when it happens.

when he ends it, he’s panting, picking up his phone from the set up he created, re-watching it carefully. his chest is rising with every breath, bottom lip caught in between his teeth in concentration.

“good.” he praises himself, posting it on weverse and tiktok, before placing his phone down.

you’re about to compliment his dancing skills when he wipes off the sweat off his temples by grabbing onto the hem of his shirt. his abs are exposed to your eyes, flexing a bit when he moves.

“you’re doing this on purpose.” you say, catching a surprised expression by your boyfriend.

he giggles. fucking giggles as he lets his shirt fall down and cover his abs. “i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

you roll your eyes before getting up from your bed, joining him where he stands. without saying another word, you drop down onto your knees, looking up to catch his reaction.

“fuck, baby.” he mutters under his breath, catching your eyes sparkle in excitement.

“admit you’re a tease and i’ll continue.” you’re not letting him get it so easily, not after he put on a literal show for you and everyone else who’s currently blowing up his phone.

“i’m a tease…” he admits quicker than you expected. “your tease.”

he knows what to say, which results in you pulling his belt off harshly. the clinging sounds erup in the room as you unzip his pants quickly.

jungkook bites back a moan, as he watches you fumble out of greediness, all while you’re on your knees for him.

you palm him through the black material of his boxers, gazing his cock harden as you continue your movements. jungkook hisses by the contact, bucking into your hand for more.

with a grip on his length, you move your fingers upwards to pull down his boxers quickly. the minute they’re hugging his ankles, you run your hands on his thighs.

they tense under the touch and you waste no time to run your tongue from the base to the tip. your eyes stay fixated on jungkook’s almost fucked out expression. he’s nibbling his lip piercings, concentrating on watching you take him.

you’re too needy to tease him as much as he did to you, so you waste no time and swallow him slowly. your lips stretch around his cock as you feel the soft skin land heavy on your tongue.

your hand grabs the base to steady yourself better as you start to bop your head, tongue tracing over his tip.

as your mouth touches every inch of him, your hands touch his balls, squeezing them. jungkook’s mouth drops at the motion, letting out a soft grunt.

“fuck, look at you.” he grabs your cheek, tracing his thumb on the apple of your cheek as you continue sucking him off.

you love the feeling of his cock being able to fill your mouth up so nicely you’re almost unable to moan. you quicken your pace, changing it up by stroking him and solemnly focus on his tip before going back to covering him fully with your mouth.

jungkook leans his head back, turning his gaze on the mirror as he watches you sit on your knees and moving shamelessly. god he could look at you forever.

“baby look in the mirror.” he orders, and you do so, catching your messed up state. your lips are already a bit swollen, cheeks stuffed and chin covered in spit. “want you to watch how well you suck my cock.” jungkook’s hand lands on your nape, gripping it harshly as you watch him through the mirror.

the sight is something so filthy you feel yourself close to edge, wanting nothing more than for him to come in your mouth. therefore you remove your hand from the base, letting them on his thighs instead as you swallow him whole.

jungkook can feel himself grow close the faster you do it, spit landing down on your chest and eyes turning watery.

“gonna—“ jungkook tried to warn, his grip tightening as he holds you down for a seconds, enamored by the warmth your mouth offers to his cock.

you hollow your cheeks, tightening your mouth around him as your hands roam from his thighs and onto his waist, loving how it feels beneath your palms.

“ah—“ jungkook whines, his cock twitching in your mouth as his come trails further down your throat. you slowly remove your head, swallowing all of it as you suck him clean.

jungkook’s fingers move to your eyelids, wiping off the tears that were threatening to spill. your lips form into a smile when his cock leaves your mouth completely. it’s so innocent that jungkook can’t believe you were sucking him off that way just a few seconds prior.

“god, you’re gonna be the death of me.”

you grin as you get up, pecking his lips just once before moving back to the bed as if you didn’t just give him the head of his life.

“maybe next time don’t tease me like that.” you respond.

The soft pad of a finger stirs you awake until you realize Jungkook has softly trailed his fingers on the apple of your cheek, while watching you sleep soundly. 

“Hey.” He says the first thing when you squint both eyes. You’ve never seen Jungkook like this before,  morning hair and puffy eyes paired with a smile that screams a million words. 

It’s your first morning together. Usually Jungkook leaves you after sex, both of you returning to your usual routines. For you it consists of homework, maybe even an afternoon nap if time allows it. Jungkook normally hangs out with Namjoon at home, even though all those times he’s been with you, he’d wished to wake up to your morning state. 

Now he finally has, which explains how the smile dares to vanish even though you’re fully awake. 

“Hi.” Your voice is hoarse, therefore you clear your throat while you stretch. You’ve been sleeping in one of Jungkook’s t-shirts that he kindly offered when you stepped into the shower. His smell accompanied you all night, while his heartbeat was the last thing you 

heard before snoozing off completely. 

Jungkook pulls you close to him, nuzzling his nose in the nape of your neck, causing a tickle. You try your best not to laugh, hands landing on his naked chest to push him away but he doesn’t budge. 

“You’re tickling me!” You gasp, trying to escape the ticklish feeling reaching under your skin. Jungkook finally pulls away, settling on just holding you against him. He softly sighs, running his hand under his t-shirt and tracing circles on your exposed back. The sensation sends a swarm of butterflies to your stomach. 

All of this is new, which is also the reason behind you not knowing what to say or do. Many things were revealed yesterday and you also, fuck, squirted for the first time. Jungkook’s reaction was still fresh in your memory, especially his facial expression. You were quite embarrassed, unaware you were even able to do such a thing in the first place. 

Trying to grow from the embarrassment, you let yourself enjoy Jungkook in your arms first thing in the morning. It’s something you’re excited to get used to. His skin feels warmer this morning, due to the sun skimming through the windows and plastering itself on his bare skin. 

Just as you’re about to doze off again, Jungkook speaks up. “Hey, stay right here. Okay?” You’re surprised he’s suddenly determined to get out of bed, but you don’t ask, nodding along. 

Jungkook quickly disappears from the room, shutting the door behind him and that’s when you take a moment to notice each detail around you. The colors and small decorations keep you entertained while Jungkook makes a lot of noise in the kitchen. You don’t want to ask questions, but you’re very curious to know what he’s planning. 

You have zero sense of time, explaining why you’re surprised Jungkook is walking back towards his room. Your mouth drops at the sight, him carrying a platter with freshly made eggs and toasted bread paired with juice and tea. Your heart melts at the sight, his cheeks puffy from his bunny grin and how he seems so excited to give you breakfast in bed. 

“You didn’t.” You mutter, still processing the awfully sweet surprise. 

“Hope you’re hungry.” He walks closer to you, while you scoot yourself upwards to accept the food easily. Once the platter lands on the bed, Jungkook pecks you on the forehead mumbling a soft good morning. 

He joins you under the covers, helping you with the tea, as you bite down on the eggs. Your cheeks are full and prominent by all the food you easily swallow down, while Jungkook swoons in silence. 

Neither of you have any plans today, resulting in no rush to start the day. Jungkook never wants to leave this bed, his whole self fully enjoying his dream come true, waking up to you. 

As you finish his homemade meal, you go back to embracing each other under the warm covers. Jungkook kisses you all over, causing your whole face to heat up. 

“So cute.” He coos, pecking his lips wherever they can reach while your cheeks are squished by his hands. Your eyes are closed, smile wide as you try to ignore how much you enjoy Jungkook calling you cute out of all people. You wouldn’t have allowed it if you didn’t like Jeon Jungkook. 

“Thank you for the breakfast in bed.” You manage to say when he’s paused to just look at you. 

“Anything for my girl—“ Jungkook stops, realizing he’s spoken his thoughts out loud. Your brows raise at the unexpected but honest comment. Jungkook has gone quiet, burying his face in his pillow to avoid your eyes on him. 

“So I’m your girl..?” You tease, nudging your face on his shoulder, trying to get him to come out of his handmade cave. 

“Shut up!” He groans, voice muffled due to the pillow. 

“Jeon.” You call for him, gaining zero reaction. Therefore, you decide to leave a small but gentle kiss on his jawline. “Baby.” You whisper, Jungkook’s ears moving by hearing the new pet name coming from you. 

It’s not something you usually do, but the thought of calling Jungkook other things makes you all excited. 

Slowly, Jungkook turns his face, half of it squished down on the soft white covers. “Call me that again.” 

“No.” You respond with all seriousness, waiting for Jungkook’s smile to drop and the moment it does, you crack one yourself. “I was joking, baby.” 

“Gosh, I hate you.” He pushes you away from him, laughs erupting in the room. 

“Oh yeah? That’s not what you told me yesterday.” You tease again, enjoying the irritation that seeps through Jungkook over your small antics. 

“Keep it going and I’ll kick you out.” 

You gasp in offense. “You wouldn’t dare!” 

Jungkook doesn’t respond, tackling you so he hovers above you, pining both of your hands above your head. “Apologize.” 

You keep quiet, Jungkook looking hopeful while he awaits the magic words. Instead, you poke out your tongue to him, smiling as he rolls his eyes. 

“You’re impossible.” He leans down, trailing his lips above yours but daring to touch them. 

The atmosphere suddenly changes around you, Jungkook’s eyes trailing down to your lips, while your mouth slightly drops at the intimate position you’re both in. There’s a certain doubt circulating between the air. Is this leading somewhere or not?

All doubts are answered when Jungkook decides to let his lips move against yours. They’re soft and warm, his tongue wet as it nibbles your bottom lip. You’re quick to give in, opening a bit wider and inviting it as your head moves upwards, craving more of Jungkook. He still has both of your hands pinned upwards, enjoying how you’re lying beneath him. 

There is yet to be a clarity of where exactly this is going, yet you move against Jungkook, lips and tongue all tangled. He sighs against your mouth, retrieving one of his hands to hold your jaw. His thumb begins to trace your bottom lip, before he bites it softly and stops. Both of your mouths are slightly parted, slick as well and Jungkook doesn’t hesitate to run his thumb on both your lips, sighing when he feels the edges.

With no warning, you lean forward, pucking your lips around his thumb and letting it enter your mouth. Jungkook raises an eyebrow in question, but watches you carefully. 

As you suck on his finger, Jungkook’s brows furrow, imagining how they would look wrapped around his cock instead. Maybe that is what you’re implying, with the way your tongue probs at the finger teasingly, eyes locked to his and lips slick with spit. 

Jungkook retracts his thumb, eyes following the movement of his hand that reaches further down to your core. With a quick look to your pleading gaze, he moves it under the waistband of your underwear and finally touches your clit. The first touch causes you to gasp, the common feeling of electricity seeping through your veins. 

He toys with it for a while, mixing between flicking and rubbing it in circles. You let yourself enjoy the gentle touches, spreading your legs even further than before to give easier access. 

“Like how I touch you, baby?” He asks with a teasing tone, keeping his gaze on your twist of expressions as he changes his pace every so often. The ministrations cause you to grow wetter, Jungkook’s fingers fiddling between your lips and feeling the wet sensation that he’s caused. Fuck. He loves making you this wet. 

“Jungkook—“ The veins of your neck start to strain, voice losing its touch as the immersed feeling grows hotter and closer in the room. 

“Want you to come.” Jungkook nibbles on your earlobe, nose nuzzling on your cheek as he finally slides his fingers inside of you. The minute they’re fully inside, you clench around them and Jungkook groans. 

“Yeah that’s it. Come on, pretty girl.” 

Pretty girl. 

Jungkook loves talking you through it but the nickname causes you to buck your hips against his hand, searching for the feeling, wanting to please him and finish as he wishes. 

His fingers begin to move inside of you, twisting and turning until he finds that sweet spot and begins to rub it, while his thumb never slows down on your clit. Jungkook kisses your neck, his tongue running on your exposed skin, loving the feeling of your veins popping out against it. 

The moans grow wilder, your body tensing as it seeks its final push. 

“Jungkook.” You breathe out, bringing your free hand to grab ahold of the nape of his neck. Jungkook stills, moving his face to yours. 

“You okay?” 

“Mhm.” You bite your lip, eyes hooded. Jungkook is about to continue but you stop him. 

“Want you to spit in my mouth.” You almost beg. 

Jungkook curses under his breath. “Open your mouth for me.” You’re not that surprised that he’s into it, but you’re grateful because it’s never something you’ve openly spoken about. Therefore you quickly comply, opening your mouth a bit wider and closing your eyes. 

For a second nothing happens, and then you feel it land in your mouth. Jungkook moans due to you swallowing it so eagerly, before moving upwards and kissing him roughly again. 

While your mouths move at an eager pace, Jungkook returns to touching you. He grows hotter from every reaction of your body and the sounds you so helplessly let out. 

The grip on Jungkook’s neck tightens as your body stills, tensing for a split second until it loosens. Jungkook can feel you come undone all over him, the constant clenching continuing despite his fingers not moving anymore. 

“That’s it baby.” Jungkook praises you, pecking your cheek as he slowly removes his fingers from inside of you. 

Even though you just came, you already miss the feeling of being full. 

Without saying it out loud, your hand moves on its own, pulling the waistband of Jungkook’s boxers with neediness. 

“Fuck me. Please.” Your eyelids are half open, a sign you might be a bit exhausted, but you need more.

Jungkook doesn’t waste another minute, pulling them down to free his cock. His tip is leaking, a sign he’s completely worked up. He pushes your underwear to the side to get better access. 

You press down on his lower back, wanting him inside immediately and Jungkook begins to chuckle before it dies down the minute he feels your warm heat wrapping around him tightly. 

“F—Fuck.” Jungkook stutters, always completely overwhelmed by how you make him feel. He doesn’t even think he can last that long with you watch him this way. Your whole expression is so pleased and greedy, pushing him more so he fully settles. 

“So good.” You mumble under your breath while Jungkook’s hips move on their own accord. He almost lets his tip slip out before he pushes it back in, watching your eyebrows furrow and mouth agape when he does so. 

Gosh. He could watch you like this for hours.

Instead of Jungkook having his second hand wrapped around your wrist, he moves it to interlace your fingers. The hold is firm and strong, your fingers almost going numb. 

Jungkook leans his forehead against yours, gaze downwards to watch how his cock disappears inside of you. The sight gets him so worked up, causing him to groan and moan against your lips. You’re no better yourself, gasping and voice almost restraint due to all the pleasure overcoming the both of you. 

It’s almost embarrassing how quickly Jungkook finishes, his cock sooner enough twitching inside of you. He keeps himself buried while riding out his high. 

“Shit.” He breathes out, stunned by how quick this was but he doesn’t have any excuse. You just drive him absolutely crazy. 

As you’ve both regained your strength, Jungkook pulls out and strolls to the bathroom to fish after a warm cloth. 

You’re still laying in his t-shirt, legs spread and body warm all over when he comes back. He gently rubs your sensitive area, cleaning you up with ease as he leaves small kisses on your inner thighs. 

The sudden aftercare is new, but you’re loving every minute of it. 

“A spitting kink, that’s new.” He comments in his annoying tone to nag you but you simply shrug it off. 

“Shut up, you love it.” 

He doesn’t respond, the answer hanging heavy in the bedroom. 

Then, sooner or later Jungkook joins you in bed and cuddles himself against you. Your body leans naturally against his and before you both know it, a sudden snooze washes over you both. 

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