𓏲 MEET PLAYER 1 — JUNGKOOK !!

𓏲 MEET PLAYER 2 — ALYSA !!

𓏲 paint me, play me by @letsbangts

when all he plays in is shades of black and grey, what will he do when you paint over his life with colours he’s never tried before?

i love this one sm omg, there are genuinely no words to describe how perfect it is. everything about it works: the plot, the characters, the writing style, all of it!! i remember binge reading it on a random saturday night and staying up until 4 am, kicking my feet and squealing the entire time. it’s honestly the best thing ive read in so long. i’m already such a sucker for the grumpy x sunshine trope, so this was basically made for me, and im eternally grateful that i stumbled upon it ♡ i genuinely cannot wait to read more ugh

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𓏲 raven unit by @themfchase

with your life at risk and several people around you dead, your loyal head of security makes sure your safety is taken care of when he’s out of the picture. three ruthless, dangerous and deadly men take on the task to protect and hide you, min yoongi, jung hoseok and the one in command, jeon jungkook. 

oh my god, this was so so good. i genuinely lived through every single moment (cried and everything) it messed me up in the best way. i remember not being able to move on from it at all; every time i tried to start a new fic, i’d just think, nah… i can’t finish this, it doesn’t hit the same. this how good it was

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𓏲 under the checkered flag by @dreamersparacosm

jungkook lives his life at full speed: constantly in the spotlight, always in motion, and forever surrounded by the thrill of fast cars and even faster temptations. he’s the best in the game, and he knows it, relishing in the rush of victory, the glamour of his fame, and the chaos that follows.

okay.. hear me out!! ik this wasn’t one of ang’s favs, but it’s so incredibly dear to me (and lwk always will be) i read it during a time in my life when i was going through some really heavy stuff, and i just happened to stumble across this fic. everything ab it genuinely cheered me up and gave me so much comfort!! i remember feeling so happy and satisfied with every part of the story (esp the ending, it was so cute, i can’t even explain it) ’swhy it holds such a special place in my heart ♡

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𓏲 the return of an empress by @you-are-my-joy

after one fateful night, you find yourself transmigrated into your favorite novel as the empress that shares the same name as you. as a bookworm, most would think you’d be happy, but how could you be happy when the empress you’ve become is expected to be killed in three months. the only thing on your mind now is to learn how to survive.

now listen… i’m not usually into poly stories like that, but this one? mamamia. truly chef’s kiss. i already knew it was going to hit just from reading the synopsis, bc.... reincarnating into your favorite book and kinda becoming the villainess? that’s literally perfection!!!! i’m obsessed with this trope, ive literally watched every anime with it because even when the premise is similar, each one somehow hits harder than the last?? anw, i was completely in love with this, lwk binge read it in 3 days bc i js couldn’t get enough. the plot twists, the characters, the writing, the story itself gosh– everything was js perfecto.

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𓏲 the lowlander by @foxymoxynoona (ao3)

out of the frying pan and into the fire: marguerite is already used to life as a barely-tolerated outcast, being the elven daughter of an orlesian noble, but after her travel party is attacked, she goes from one hostage situation to the next. sure, her new “man” is brave and handsome and one of the best warriors in the hold, but he’s also hard-headed, impatient, and expects her to be the perfect avvar woman. she refuses. she will not lose herself in this place. anyway, she only has to endure him until she can figure out how to make her escape, or face an even worse evil at the end of a month...

buckle up, bc this fic is going to take you on a very long ride. but before anything else, a genuine warning: it deals with some very heavy & sensitive themes, so please make sure you’re in the right headspace before diving in. proceed with utter caution pls. that being said… this is a masterpiece. and i’m not exaggerating (not even in the slightest) i hv never been this invested (emotionally or even physically) in a fictional story the way i was with this one. it felt so real. so raw. the kind of story that stays with you and messes with your guts long after you finish it. and the writing? insane. truly flawless and ugh i don’t even hv the words to properly describe how good it is– so read it and be the judge!!!!

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𓏲 i want you to stay by @ahundredtimesover

working for jungkook isn’t the same as working for hoseok. for starters, jungkook doesn’t smile, he doesn’t appreciate you, and he gives you too much work. it doesn’t help that he’s incredibly handsome and has women at his beck and call. but as the tension grows, it becomes impossible to resist him. you’ve dedicated yourself to your job for 8 years so when you finally decide to put yourself first, he asks you to reconsider. and while you know that leaving is difficult, you learn that when it comes to jungkook, staying is always so much harder.

oh em gee!! i love love love mee some slow burn office romance! and this fic is js the perfect represention for this trope!! also the writing is top tier im lwk in love

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𓏲 black swan (wattpad)

after a prank gone wrong in her old school, rich mean girl, min lea, dance captain of contemporary dance team ‘elite movement’ is forced to transfer to a school in the urban area of town where she encounters a new street dance crew ‘all stars’ and bumps heads with dance captain jeon jungkook.

i miss lea x jk :( i lwk miss the whole gang bye

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𓏲 bad decisions by @alphabetboyluvr

it’s simple: write your deepest darkest fears on origami birds and string them up on jungkook’s ceiling. when they fall—which they inevitably will, thanks to his cheap daiso washi tape—you have to face the fear. set it free.

the issue? you’ve a fear of intimacy.

jungkook, a fear of rejection.

and you’ve both got the capacity to make some incredibly bad decisions.

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𓏲 between the ride and the roses by @focusonkayjay

here’s an insane turn of events when your calm and peaceful life is intruded by jungkook, a biker boy who sets up his loud business right next to your own. your paths cross under unlikely circumstances, starting with a clash of personalities but gradually you find yourself establishing a deeper connection with the annoyingly attractive biker jerk. you both have no idea what’s in store for you guys as you try your best to put up with each other.

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𓏲 be mine, princess (ao3)

jeon jungkook transfers into the most prestigious university in the country, riding in on his sports scholarship and ready to take the place by storm. till he sees you in his class and then at the party of the frat he’s joining. now the only thing he wants to take is you on a date, but who are all these guys you seem to be around all the time?

you had finally reached the university of your dreams, ready to have the full experience, or as much as your brothers will allow. a raven haired boy catches your eye, but you can’t have the first boy you take home have tattoos and piercings, can you? still, you can’t seem to stay away from him, no matter how much you try.

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𓏲 angel’s trumpet by @hansolmates

one second, your life is flashing before your eyes and the next, you’re transported into a world exactly like your own. but the jungkook you meet in this world isn’t a renowned singer or your former almost-lover, in fact he has no clue who you are and why you know him so well. as you work to find your way home lost and confused, you conclude that you’re either dead or in the middle of the most wicked drug trip of your life.

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𓏲 one night stand by @buryhny

as if the unexpected twist of a one-night stand turning out to be your CEO boss wasn’t surreal enough, the situation takes a more challenging turn when both of you discover that you’re expecting his child.

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𓏲 tangled thoughts (ao3)

it wasn’t easy to leave your boyfriend of two years, but the constant lies made you question your relationship. you tried to move on, but you were somehow constantly tangled in his web. after being captured by an unknown, yet familiar, enemy, jungkook wondered if he was doing the right thing by keeping his secret identity from you. was it too late to come clean?

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𓏲 miss you by @spideyjimin

⤷ going to a writing retreat with the devil lovers, your brother’s band, wasn’t actually in your plans, especially after the intense promo for your last book. but that retreat turns into a complete nightmare when your brother asks for your help and begs you to work with jungkook, the man who broke your heart years ago. what could go wrong? absolutely everything!   

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𓏲 deep six by @bratkook

it’s like a stranger had a key, came inside of my mind and moved all my things around. he didn’t know snakes can hear the prey, can’t try to break the psyche down.

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𓏲 mind of mine by @yslkook

you, a data scientist, have always found comfort in numbers and analysis. and there’s jungkook, a tattoo artist who has always been in your orbit, just on the edge. for years. attraction has swirled between you both from the beginning, but neither of you seem to do anything about it. until now.

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𓏲 rattled by @gukslut

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𓏲 to the stars (ao3)

it was always you, and jimin, and your best friend jihyun. but fate, regardless of whether you believed in it or not, had other plans for you. jimin told you once, “it’s a tough road to the stars.” nowadays it was hard to believe the stars were somewhere you could reach.

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𓏲 crimson park (ao3)

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mnemonic by @solecize

off the record by @dreamersparacosm

studio 306 by @joonam

you’re trying to dab glitter on your cheekbones but your hands are a little shaky. god, just breath. it’s just a party. you’re probably only going to drink some cheap beer, stand in a corner where it’s quiet, and come home before midnight. well, whatever, the pep talk isn’t really working. your stomach was a tight, nervous knot.

but to be fair, the real problem has nothing to do with the party itself. it’s about who you’re going with.

jungkook and jimin.

your two best friends since, like, forever. since sandbox fights and sharing juice boxes in the school backyard while missing second period classes. you can recognize jimin’s stupid snort laugh a mile away and jungkook’s habit of cracking his knuckles when he’s thinking. you know them better than anyone.

at least, you used to. that was before last summer. before the graduation party you three held by the lake.

you’d all had way, way too many of those sickly sweet vodka coolers. the childish truth or dare game started stupid and got stupider. from dares to jump in the lake fully clothed, to truths about failed highschool relationships.

but the real shift started with jungkook kissing you on a dare from jimin, and the latter joining in like it was the most natural thing in the world. you’d all woken up at dawn, naked and wrapped around each other in the back of jungkook’s father’s old station wagon.

it was awkward between you for weeks. you’d catch one of them looking, then quickly look away. it was basically pure torture. especially since the three of you shared the same apartment.

you’d thought that was a one-time thing, a drunken blip, a weird footnote you’d all eventually move on from and maybe even joke about someday.

but you started to realize that you were completely wrong about that.

because, not even one week later, jimin knocked on your bedroom. he needed help with his job application for some marketing company. as the good friend you were, you let him in. your were sitting at your desk while he was leaning over your shoulder, his chest warm against your back. you don’t exactly remember how it started, but you all you could recall was him turning your chair, his hands capturing your jaw and him leaning in to kiss you.

it was nothing like the hazy sloppy kiss you shared from graduation. this was sober, hot enough to mess with your brain. so you let him, and you kissed him back. one thing led to another and the last thing you know, his hands were pulling your shorts down, before he fucked you slow, then fast, until you were both sweaty and breathless, tangled in your sheets. after, he’d kissed your shoulder, got dressed, and left before jungkook got back. you never talked about it.

a week after that, jungkook came back from a double shift at the garage, exhausted and smelling like motor oil and sweat. it was just the two of you in the apartment, since jimin had a job interview to deal with. you made him his favorite grilled cheese. you were on the couch watching iron man (for the hundredth time now), and he just slumped against you, his head heavy on your shoulder. you started playing with his hair, the way you knew he liked. then, his hand was on the back of your neck, pulling towards his face. he kissed you, hard. the next thing you know, you were under him on the couch cushions. his jeans around his ankles, your leggings shoved down. you didn’t talk much, he just gripped your hips and pushed into you, his breathing ragged in your ear. you two fell asleep afterwards, his weight heavy and warm on top of you. you never discussed that, either.

and that, somehow, became the new unspoken thing. sometimes jimin would text you a dumb meme, then follow it up with a “you up?” past midnight. half an hour later, he’d be slipping into your room, making you laugh with a whispered joke before his mouth was on yours, his hands sliding under your shirt grabbing your tits. you came to know he liked it quick and dirty, against the wall, or with you bent over your desk.

sometimes jungkook would come back from a late run, all damp with sweat, muscles unfairly alluring. he’d pull you into the shower with him, push you under the spray, still in your clothes, and kiss you until you were gasping.

he liked to take his time, wash you slowly, then fuck you as much under the hot water until your legs shook.

it was never planned, not really. it was just a quick, secret release. you’d hook up, then go back to being best friends. you’d order takeout the next day, complain about shifts, watch a game on the couch. you’d sit there with jimin’s feet in your lap and jungkook’s arm around your shoulders, all pretending like the memory of their mouths between your legs wasn’t hanging thick in air surrounding you. it was like the biggest, most obvious elephant in the room, but you all just kept feeding it peanuts, pretending it wasn’t there.

you were simply best friends who, occasionally, fucked each other senseless. no labels. no conversations. just three people trying (and failing) to pretend this was a normal way to live.

and somewhere in the middle of all that, without your permission, your heart got stupidly involved.

you’d feel a ridiculous pang of jealousy if jimin mentioned a hot girl from his new job, or if jungkook said his mom was trying to set him up with her friend’s daughter. you had no right to that feeling. they were your best friends. and now, they were also the two people you’d developed a quiet, massive, all-consuming crush on. it was messy and terrifying and you had absolutely no fucking idea what to do about it, so you just kept pretending everything was fine.

“Y/N! you decent? the car’s running!” jimin’s voice came through the door, pulling you from the spiral of your thoughts.

“i’m ready! just one minute!” you call back, your eyes scanning the room.

you hear a car horn blast twice outside your apartment. yep, that’s jungkook’s beat-up jeep.

your heart does a little back flip, before you shake your head off. you quickly reached for your little black chanel bag, the one with the gold chain (the same one you’d saved three months to buy). you dropped your phone inside, then your id, a credit card, and a couple tubes of lip gloss you probably wouldn’t use but brought anyway, just in case, and finally, your keys. get it together, it’s just jimin and jungkook, your best buddies. the guys you sometimes, you know, fool around with. the guys you’re maybe just a little bit in love with. no, not love. love was too big of a word, it didn’t fit whatever feelings you had for these two.

you slung the chain over your shoulder and took one last look at the mirror. just get through the night, don’t be weird.

you headed for the door, already wondering whose hand might accidentally brush yours in the dark, crowded party first. stop it!

you walked down the short hallway to the living room, the click of your high heels on the hardwood announcing you. jimin was leaning against the wall by the front door, one hand tucked into the pocket of his dark jeans, the other scrolling absently on his phone.

the light from the ceiling lamp caught the sharp line of his jaw, the drape of his button-down shirt over his shoulders.

gosh, he looks so fucking hot. the thought casually hit you just like the way it had been doing more and more lately.

the sound of your heels made him look up. his eyes widened slightly, as an appreciative grin spread across his face.

he let out a playful wolf-whistle. “well, damn. the wait was officially worth it.” he pushed off the wall, pocketing his phone as he looked you over. “seriously, y/n. you look... gorgeous.”

his gaze travelled down, and you saw it linger for half a second on your thighs before snapping back to your face. he loves your thighs.

he’d said it once, years ago, when you wore a bikini for the first time to swim, just a joking “damn y/n, you got killer legs.”

and later, much later, when you started hooking up, he’d always make you press them together so he could slide his dick between them.

a warm fluttery feeling spread in your chest. you giggled, a little breathless. “shut up. thank you.” you give him a once-over right back. “you don’t look bad yourself– hold on, did you style that.” you reached up, pretending to inspect his hair.

he swatted your hand away playfully. “maybe. don’t make a big deal out of it.”

“you hated the idea of going to this party,” you said, leaning against the wall opposite him, crossing your arms. “you said you’d rather babysit your twin cousins than see brad or your… what did you call her? ‘the great regret of sophomore year’?”

“lisa,” he sighed, running a hand through that freshly-styled hair, threatening to ruin it. “and yes, okay, fine. i made an effort, sue me. i didn’t want to look like a schlub next to you two. jungkook’s probably wearing a full three-piece suit down there, stressing about being late.”

you laughed. “oh, he definitely is.”

jimin’s grin widened. “he’s the most awfully punctual person on the planet. remember when he tried to get us to pre-board for a six-hour road trip with a ‘structured itinerary’?”

“to be fair,” you said, “we did make all the best rest stops.” you looked him over again. “seriously, chim. you look great. lisa’s going to take one look at you and the ‘great regret’ is gonna be all hers.”

he met your eyes, the playful glint softening into something more genuine. “yeah? you think?”

you think she’d be an idiot not to.

“i know so.” you nudged his shoe with the tip of your heel. “and if she’s dumb, brad is definitely gonna buy you a drink. i saw the way he looked at you last time he came here.”

jimin snorted, shaking his head. “god, don’t remind me. i’m just here for the free bar and to make sure you don’t do any tequila-based regret of your own.” his eyes dropped to your legs again, just for a flash. “or, you know, if you do, i’m on camera duty.”

he winked at you, erasing in the proccess the silly jealousy about lisa. “well, better not let jungkook wait–”

a sharp BEEP from the street below cut him off, making you both jump and then laugh.

“–as i was saying,” jimin continued, shaking his head with a chuckle. “his majesty summons. he’s gonna give us the lecture about respect for other people’s time if we don’t hurry.”

he held out his arm, elbow crooked. “shall we? let’s go before we give him a heart attack.”

you looped your arm through his. “we’re coming, we’re coming!” you yelled towards the window, though jungkook couldn’t possibly hear. as jimin pulled the door open, the cool night air hitting you, you felt a surge of pure, giddy anticipation.

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the jeep was exactly where jimin said it would be. you pulled open the heavy passenger door and climbed in, the leather seat cool against the back of your thighs.

jungkook was in the driver’s seat, both hands on the wheel, staring straight ahead. he was doing that thing where he bounced his right knee, when he’s anxious or stressed.

“hey,” you said, shutting the door. the sound made him finally look over.

he let out a long, controlled sigh. “thirty-seven minutes. i’ve been sitting here for thirty-seven minutes. we are now going to be approximately two minutes late, which means we’ll have to do a disruptive entrance.” his voice was tight, and overly... pissed.

you pouted, turning fully in your seat to face him. you knew this was going to happen. and you also knew that he wasn’t really angry, just wound up. “i’m sorry, koo. really. the glitter took forever to settle.” you gave him your best wide-eyed, apologetic look (the one you’d been using since you were fifteen and borrowed his favorite jacket without asking).

then, when he didn’t reply, you leaned across the center console and pressed a quick, smacking kiss to his cheek. his skin was so warm, and he smelled like clean cotton and the spearmint gum he always chewed when he drove.

from the backseat, jimin let out a low whistle. “whoa. she kissed you, man. you are legally required to forgive her now. it’s in the bro code, i think.”

jungkook didn’t react to jimin, he’d gone very still. you were still leaning towards him, your body twisted. from his angle, the neckline of your dress had gaped open slightly. you saw his eyes, just for a fraction of a second, drop. they lingered on the exposed curve of your breast before snapping back up to meet yours. the movement was lightning fast, but you caught it. you definitely caught it.

and you knew. jungkook was, and had always been, a self-proclaimed tits guy. and you, his best friend, just happened to possess what he’d once drunkenly slurred were “objectively the greatest pair he’d ever seen in his goddamn life.” he’d been mortified the next morning, and you’d never let him live it down.

a faint pink tinged the tops of his ears. he cleared his throat. “you know i’m not mad at you,” he said, his voice lower, softer now. the knee-bouncing had stopped. “i’m just... stressed about being late. first impressions, you know?” his gaze swept over you properly then, taking in the dress, the glitter, the whole effect. “you look... really pretty, y/n. like, stunning.”

the compliment, so plainly delivered, made your own face feel warm. “jungkook, it’s just a party. the point is to have fun and let loose.” you reached out and fiddled with the end of his dark blue silk tie, straightening it where it lay against his crisp white shirt. “and for the record, you look pretty ravishing yourself.”

the blush on his ears deepened, spreading to his cheeks. he looked away, out the windshield, trying and failing to hide a small, embarrassed smile. “shut up.”

“guys,” jimin piped up from the back, leaning forward between the two front seats. “i don’t want to be that guy, but if you two keep sitting here kissing each other’s asses, we’re gonna be so late for real.”

you and jungkook both let out a simultaneous sound of disgust. “ew, jimin!” you laughed, shoving his face back playfully.

jungkook shook his head, but the tension had completely left his shoulders. he put the jeep in drive, the smile still playing on his lips. “alright, alright. seatbelts everyone.” as he pulled away from the curb.

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the jeep crunched up a long, winding driveway lined with old, towering oaks. at the end of it, noah’s “house” loomed against the night sky. it wasn’t just a house. it was a whole fucking mansion. georgian-style, probably, with more windows than your entire apartment building.

jimin let out a low, drawn-out whistle from the backseat. “okay, y/n. you failed to mention your co-worker is actual royalty. holy shit.” he leaned forward, his chin nearly on your shoulder. “is this noah guy into guys? because i would definitely hit on him.”

you swatted his arm without looking back. “absolutely not. do not even think about it. you will be on your best behavior, jimin. i work with this man. i need him to think i have normal friends.”

“i am normal,” jimin protested, laughing. “rich is my type of normal.”

beside you, jungkook turned the engine off and gave his tie one final adjustment in the rearview mirror. he’d been quiet for the last few minutes of the drive, that familiar focus settling over him. “two minutes late,” he announced, checking his watch. “on the nose.”

“which doesn’t matter,” you said, popping your door open.

“it matters to me,” he said, but there was no heat in it. he came around the jeep and, as jimin joined you on the gravel, they fell into step on either side of you. the huge double door was slightly ajar, spilling a slice of light and a thumping bassline onto the night.

jungkook and jimin moved instinctively, flanking you as you stepped inside. jimin’s hand found the small of your back, jungkook’s shoulder brushed yours.

you stepped inside, and the first thing that hit you was the music, it was so loud you could feel it in your bones. the foyer was massive (like everything else inside this goddamn mansion), and is currently serving as a dance floor for a sweaty looking crowd. to the left, through wide archways, you could see people crowded around a billiards table, shouting. straight ahead, through a set of open french doors, you could see the lit-up pool area, where someone was being cheered on to cannonball despite the likely chilly night air.

“damn,” jimin yelled directly into your ear, a grin splitting his face. “now this what i call a proper party!”

before you could answer, a shriek cut through the din. “y/n! oh my god, you made it!”

it was chloe, your coworker. she engulfed you in a hug that smelled like vodka cranberry. “the guys have been asking where you are!” she half-yelled. then her eyes, wide and immediately interested, slid over your shoulders to jungkook and jimin. she pulled back, leaning in close to your ear. her whisper was a hot, boozy shout. “are these the famous best friends? holy hell, girl. you have been holding out. introduce me right now!”

you laughed, a little overwhelmed. “chloe, this is jimin and jungkook. guys, chloe.”

jimin, ever the social chameleon, slipped right into charm mode. he took her hand, not for a handshake, but as if he might kiss it, making her giggle. “chloe! y/n talks about you all the time. says you’re the only one with taste in the whole office.”

jungkook offered a more subdued but polite smile and a nod. “nice to meet you.”

chloe looked like she’d won the lottery. “okay, we are getting drinks. all of us. right now.” she hooked her arm through yours and began dragging you through the crowd toward a massive marble bar that had been set up in what was probably a formal living room.

and just like that, you were swallowed by the party.

jimin was basically living his best life, now surrounded by a knot of people near the karaoke machine, leading a slurred yet enthusiastic rendition of a corny pop song with chloe hanging off his arm. you saw him throw his head back and laugh, completely at ease.

as for jungkook, he had moved to a quieter corner by the bookshelves, deep in conversation with a small group that included noah. he held a glass of whiskey now, gesturing with it as he made a point. oh fuck, he looked so sophisticated, so in control (just like the way it always made your knees go weak).

both of your friends were having a blast, in their own ways.

you were having fun too. you danced until your legs gave up, talked to your coworkers and other friends from college that you haven’t seen for months, laughed at jokes that weren’t even funny. but your enjoyment would sometimes get ruined by these sharp spikes of irritation, just like right now, as you saw maya from accounting (who also, used to have a massive crush on your friend back in college) sidle up to jimin, whispering something in his ear that made him lean down to hear. your smile felt stiff, and it got even worse as you watched a pretty woman in a black dress reach up to jungkook’s forearm to get his attention, the latter turned to her with that same polite interest, exactly like the gentleman you always knew he was.

your gut clenched. stop it, you told yourself. they are your friends, they are allowed to talk to other women as much as you are allowed to talk to other men, just because you fucked them doesn’t mean you have the right to feel this way? but unfortunately, the possessive heat in your chest didn’t quite listen.

by 2 am, the whole place felt more crowded and the smell of sweat and perfume mixed with alcohol made you feel suffocated. you needed a minute to breathe, just one quiet minute.

you slipped away from the main crowd, heading down a hallway lined with closed doors. you just needed to sit in the quiet, going outside was totally out of question because you knew you’ll most likely freeze to death with the light dress you were wearing. you pushed open the first door that was slightly ajar.

the sight hit you like a bucket of ice water. because there, in the soft glow of a bedside lamp, was your coworker jeffery, his pants pants around his ankles. he had stella, the fierce lead graphic designer who publicly called him an “incompetent caveman” in every meeting, pinned against a large dresser. her legs were wrapped around his waist, her head throw back, mouth open in a silent cry as he moved inside of her, the dresser rattling with each thrust.

“oh my god,” you gasped, the words barely a whisper.

jeffrey’s head snapped up and stella’s eyes flew open, meeting yours. for one horrifying, eternal second, the three of you stared at each other, the only sound in the room was the slick slap of skin and the distant thump of music.

you stumbled backward, fumbling for the door handle. “sorry! so sorry!” you blurted, yanking the door shut. you leaned against the wall opposite, your heart hammering. you were flustered, embarrassed... disgustied? yes definitely. all of it. but beneath that, a low, unwelcome thrum of something else. arousal.

you were tipsy, but painfully conscious as you made your way back towards the party. now, with your eyes wide open, you saw it for what it had become.

in the living room, couples (and some trios) were entangled on the sofas, hands shoved under clothes, mouths locked together. the dance floor was practically a sea of grinding bodies; a woman in silver dress arched her back, rubbing her ass against the crotch of the man behind her. from behind other closed doors, you could hear unmistakable moans, the sounds of headboard knock, the sharp breathy cries of someone getting fucked. you also saw chloe, giggling, being led into an other room by a tall guy you recognized from the sales department, his hands already cupping her ass.

a hot, restless ache pooled low in your belly. fuck. you did want to have sex, badly so. the pulsing between your legs was undeniable. were you ovulating? you most definitely were. that would explain the wetness soaking through your panties, the raw needy feeling that had chased away the jealousy of seeing jungkook and jimin with other women and left only the pathetic need of a release.

you so badly wanted to be pressed against a wall, or bent over a couch. you wanted to be completely taken apart.

you turned and fled down a different hallway, randomly pushing open another door. thank god, it was empty. you shut the door behind you, leaning against it, breathing heavily. the silence was a relief, but it did nothing to calm your throbbing need. you crossed the room on unsteady legs, sitting on the edge of the king sized bed. you squeezed your thighs together, but the pressure only made it worse.

fuck it. no one was hear anyway. you just needed to take the edge off, to think clearly again.

you lay back on the cool duvet, hiking up your short dress. your hand slipped under the short hem of your dress, fingers sliding easily over your slick skin, and you let out a shaky breath as you teased yourself. you were already wet, embarrassingly so. a soft groan escaped you as your fingers found your clit, already swollen and sensitive. you circled it, eyes closed, your head falling against the headboard.

your thoughts inevitably, drifted. to a strong hand, not yours. to a low, deep voice in your ear, to the feel of stubble against your neck.

the images were a blur of jungkook’s intense eyes and jimin’s playful grin. you bit your lip, your hips lifting off the bed as you worked yourself faster, lost in the fantasy of them.

you were so far gone you didn’t hear the soft click of the adjoining bathroom door opening.

“y/n?”

jungkook’s voice came out low and startled.

your eyes flew open. he was standing in the doorway to the en-suite bathroom, a hand towel in his hands. he’d clearly came to wash up. his tie was loose, and his shirt sleeves were rolled up exposing his tattoos. his gaze was locked up on you, on your dress bunched around your waist, on your hand burried between your own spread legs.

you froze, but you didn’t stop moving your fingers. a wild, drunk-bold part of you took over. you took his shocked stare, your breath coming in quick pants.

“see something you like?” you heard yourself say, your voice husky. you dragged your fingers through your wetness, arching your back slightly.

he let out a sound that was almost a growl. he pushed the bathroom door shut behind him and crossed the room in three long strides, his knees hitting the bed. “you have no idea,” he growled his voice thick. his hands landing on your thighs, pushing them wider, before he wrapped a strong hand around your wrist, pulling your hand away. he looked at your glistening fingers for a second before bringing them to his own mouth, sucking your taste off them without breaking eye contact. a jolt of pure lightning shot straight at your core from the sight.

“you’re fucking soaked,” he muttered, his voice thick. his hand replaced yours as he rubbed two fingers through your folds, gathering your wetness before sliding one finger inside of you, then a second. you cried out, your hips jerking off the bed.

he leaned then crashing his mouth to yours, deep and consuming. his fingers were rougher, more sure, sliding through your folds in a way that made you cry out into his mouth again. you tangled your hands into his hair, pulling him closer as he devoured your mouth, swallowing your moans.

“missed this,” he muttered against your lips, his fingers curling inside of you, making you gasp. “missed fucking you. thought about it every single day.”

“koo,” you panted, your hips rocking against his hand, shamelessness now. “please.”

“please what?” he growled against your skin.

“i don’t know, just... more–”

the door to the hallway swung open.

jimin stood there, frozen for a half second, taking in the scene: you sprawled on the bed, dress ruined, jungkook between your legs, his fingers working inside of you. a strange series of emotions flickered across jimin’s face; surprised, but not shocked. then, a slow, pleased smile spread on his lips, his eyes glinting with the same heat you felt.

“well, well,” he drawled, shutting the door quietly and locking it. he leaned back against it, arms crossed, watching. “look what i found. started the party without me?”

jungkook pulled back from your mouth, breathing hard. he kept his hand moving on you, his thumb circling on your clit. he tensed just slightly, but he didn’t move away from you. he looked at jimin, his jaw tight. “jimin...” before he sighed and looked from jimin to your wrecked expression. “you okay with this?” he asked you, his voice gravelly with need. “with him... watching? or more?”

jimin pushed off the door, approaching the bed. his playful facade was gone, replaced by a raw hunger. “yeah princess,” he said, his voice softer. “this what you want? both of us?”

you were beyond words, beyond thought. the ache was a screaming need now. you nodded frantically, reaching a hand out towards jimin. “yes. god, yes. please.”

jimin’s smile turned feral. he crawled onto the bed on your other side, kissing you hard, his tounge sweeping into your mouth. it was different from jungkook’s kiss, it was messier and more demanding. he broke away to mouth your neck, biting down on your sensitive skin where your shoulder met your throat. “heard you,” he murmured against your skin. “from the hall. heard you moaning. knew it was you.”

jungkook, watching jimin mark you, let out a low groan. he slowly withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his mouth again before leaning down to replace them with his tongue. you cried out, the dual sensation of jimin sucking your neck and jungkook’s hot, wet tongue lapping your clit was overwhelming.

“fuck, kook, don’t tease her.” jimin growled, pulling back to yank his shirt over his head. he looked at you, eyes blazing. “how do you want us, huh? because i need to be in you. now.”

jungkook lifted his head, his chin glistening. “she’s mine first,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. he was already unbuckling his belt, pushing his pants and boxers down, his cock springed free, thick and hard. “i’ve waited for so long. i’m going to take my time.”

“fine,” jimin said, not arguing. he shifted, pulling your dress the rest of your dress all the way off, then your bra. his hands were everywhere, squeezing your breasts, pinching your nipples. “but i’m not just watching.”

jungkook positioned himself between your legs, the broad head of his cock pressing against you. he looked into your eyes, his own full of a fierce tenderness. “tell me you want this, babe.”

“i want you,” you whispered, lifting your hips. “i want both of you. please, koo.”

he pushed in, slow and deep, filling you with a stretch that made you see stars. he burried his face in your neck with a gutteral groan. “fuck. so fucking tight.”

he started to move in a steady, relentless pace. he was true to his words; he took his time, each thrust was deep and careful, angled to drag against that perfect spot inside of you. he kissed you, deep and slow, as he moved. “fuck, koo.” you whimpered clutching the duvet beside you.

jimin watched, his own cock hard and straining against his jeans. he leaned over you, capturing your mouth again. “feel good, baby?” he whispered. “feel how deep he’s fucking you?” he took your hand and guided it to his crotch, letting you feel his length through the fabric. “this is all for you too, princess. been hard for you all night.”

you fumbled with his button and zipper, freeing him. he was thick, flushed, and leaking. you wrapped your hand around him, stroking, and he hissed, bucking into your fist.

“jungkook,” jimin gritted, his eyes were on where jungkook was joined with you. “switch. i can’t wait anymore.”

jungkook didn’t stop moving, but he nodded, his thrusts becoming slightly faster, harder. “gonna make her come first,” he grunted. he hooked one of your legs over his arm, driving deeper. “come on, babe. come for me. let me feel it.”

the combined intensity of jungkook’s deep, claiming pace, and jimin’s hand tweaking your nipple, his mouth on yours shattered you completely. you came undone with sharp cry, your body clamping around jungkook, who groaned and followed you over the edge, pulling out to spill his juices all over your breasts with a shudder.

he collapsed on you for a moment, breathing heavily, before carefully pulling away. he rolled to the side, but his hand stayed possessively on your stomach.

before you could even catch a breath, jimin was there.

he flipped you on your hands and knees with a gentle urgency. “my turn,” he said, his voice rough with want. he ran his hands over your ass cheeks, spreading you. “fuck, look at you. all used and wet for me.”

he didn’t ask. he lined himself up to your still sensitive pussy. you were already slick from your own release as he pushed in with one hard, fast thrust that stole the air from your lungs. you gasped; jimin was slightly longer, and the angle was different, deliciously so.

“fuck!” you cried out.

“yeah, that’s it,” he panted, setting a fast, punishing pace from the start. he gripped your hips enough to bruise, pulling you back onto him with each drive. it was rough, frantic, exactly what you needed. “you take me so well,” he panted, his eyes locked on where his cock entered you. “look at you. fucking perfect. wanted to fuck you like this since i saw you in that dress.”

you could only moan, pushing back against him, meeting his thrusts. jungkook moved behind jimin, kneeled up to kiss your shoulders, your back. he reached around to play with your clit again, his fingers slick with both of you.

“you’re gonna come again,” jungkook murmured in your ear, his voice a dark promise. “for him. and then, if you’re a good girl, we’ll do it again.”

a second sharper orgasm tore through you, impossibly fast under jimin’s relentless pounding and jungkook’s fingers rubbing your clit.

“koo i’m gonna–jimin, i’m gonna–”

“do it,” he grunted, his pace becoming erratic. “come on my cock. now.”

you broke with a scream, your vision whiting out. jimin shouted your name, slamming into you one last time as he found his own release.

for a long moment, the only sounds were ragged breathing and distant thump of bass. then, the three of you collapsed in a tangled sweaty heap on the oversized bed, you in the middle.

jimin was the first one to speak, his voice lazy and satisfied. “so... you and kook, huh?”

you smacked his chest weakly. “shut up.”

from your other side, jungkook’s head turned. “you and jimin fuck too.” he stated, it didn’t sound like a question at all, his fingers tracing idle patterns on your stomach.

jimin laughed, a low, dirty sound. “oh, yes we fuck. seems like the both of you do as well. right princess?”

you groaned, burying your face in your arms. “you’re both so annoying, just stop. i’m tired because of you.”

“you’re the one who started playing with yourself in someone else’s bedroom,” jungkook pointed out, his voice warm with amusement. he kissed your shoulder. “you’re naughty.”

“you loved it,” you mumbled.

“yeah,” jimin said, his arms tightening around you from behind, his body spooning yours. “we really, really did.”

jungkook shifted, pulling the dovet over you. the room was basically a mess of discarded clothes and the heavy scent of sex. the party still raged on downstairs, an entire world away.