pairing: idol jungkook x f. fan reader
summary: what would you do when your bias offers you an NDA?
warnings: verydom!jungkook x shy!submissive reader, explicit sexual content, clit rubbing, pussy eating, blow job, squirting, edging, spitting, dom/sub dynamic, daddy, heavy degradation, dirty talk, multiple positions, detailed smut, jk is very mean, oral sex, mirror sex, slapping, choking, pussy slapping, anal, rimming, nipple play, praising, dumbfication, usage of slut/whore, cum eating, marking, mentions of oc being his toy, multiple orgasms, rough sex, mentions of sex doll, crying, overstimulation, fingering, nipple slapping, penetrative sex, hair pulling, creampie.
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âPlease, please, please!â you whispered to yourself, fingers crossed tightly as you stared at the three screens in front of you.
Your laptop. Your phone. Your tablet.
Your eyes were glossy with hope and adrenaline, your feet thumping uncontrollably beneath your chair, a thin layer of sweat forming despite the air-conditioned room wrapping around you in cold comfort.
This was your first time buying concert tickets. Despite being a long-time fan, this was your only chanceâbecause you had finally gathered enough money to secure one.
You had prepared three Weverse accounts under your name and your parentsâ names, carefully reserving each slot so you could slip into the presale the moment it opened. You had already studied how fast tickets sold out in other countriesâthe quickest being around ten minutes. Ten minutes of chaos, of people like you refreshing, praying, losing.
You bit your lip hard enough to feel it sting. You were still in the queue when the screen suddenly shifted, dragging you into a loading page that refused to move. Thirty minutes had already passed, and all three accounts were still stuck.
Your eyes widened when two of your accounts abruptly showed session timeout.
With shaky hands, you tried to navigate through it, but everything laggedâhesitating, freezing, slipping away from your control. You cursed under your breath, glancing at your laptopâthe only one still holding on, still alive.
Your vision started to blur at the edges. The chances of getting a ticket were thinning by the second, dissolving right in front of you.
âPlease, just this oneâŚâ you whispered to yourself, eyes locked on the screen with fragile, breaking hope.
Your eyes widened when the screen finally moved.
Just like that, your hopes were crushed.
You slowly looked up at the posters on your walls, the albums stacked neatly on your shelves, the plushies scattered across your bed, and the ARMY Bomb you had recently bought, displayed beside your BTS McDonaldâs figurines.
Tears began falling uncontrollably from your eyes, like a flood breaking through something you could no longer hold together. The realization settled inâheavy, finalâthat you wouldnât get to see them.
Your lips quivered as you quickly sank onto your bed, pulling your favorite pink cooky plushie close to your chest. You cried into it, letting everything spill out with an aching, exhausted heart.
Your parents tried to comfort you. They knew how much this meant. They had witnessed your journey growing upâhow you stayed up all night waiting for comebacks, how you saved every bit of money just to buy new albums, how you would drop everything the moment a Weverse Live started, how you bought multiple happy meals just to complete all the toys, how you binge-watched their content and replayed Run BTS episodes whenever you had free time.
How deeply you adored and loved your biasâŚ
You appreciated how your parents tried to look for tickets online for you, but the number of scams youâd heard about from resellers made you hesitate. Prices were tripledâfar beyond your budget. You didnât want to burden them, even when they insisted they were willing to cover the extra cost.
You were still a student, after all. You told them it was okayâthat they should just save the money for your college instead.
âWhat if you just check in to the hotel theyâre staying at? Girl, imagine!â your best friend Mina suggested.
The hot coffee you ordered had already gone cold. The concert was next month, and Mina was now throwing ridiculous ideas at you on how you could possibly see BTS. The supposed study session in the coffee shop had long been forgotten the moment you mentioned the upcoming concert.
âI doubt it. Thereâs usually no news about it because of their privacy⌠sometimes I only find out once theyâve already checked in or when they do a Weverse live.â
Mina rolled her eyes. âIâm sure thereâs at least some news if you really dig into it. How many days is the concert?â
âTwo days. And even if I wanted to stalk their hotel, Iâm sure a lot of fans would do that tooâand the next thing you know, the hotel is fully booked.â you pouted.
You were being realistic. The chances of seeing them at their hotelâor even getting a room thereâwere slim. With the number of fans camping out and others researching nonstop, you had almost zero chance.
âDo you want to see them or not? Come on, Iâll book a room with you!â she nudged your shoulders, wiggling her brows as she sipped her caramel macchiato.
You chuckled softly. âOf course I do, but I swear, Mina, itâs harder than you thinkâŚâ
Mina groaned, stomping her feet. âUgh, fine! But watching the concert online is really fucking boring when you know theyâre literally in the same country as you.â
You sighed. Mina wasnât really a fan, but she knew how much you loved BTS. When she found out you hadnât secured a ticket, she had been the first to suggest the most ridiculous ideasâstalking their hotel, camping outside the arena, chasing anything that even remotely felt possible.
After a few months since the presale, it had been a hard pill to swallowâbut you had finally accepted it. You wouldnât get to see them. Even if Minaâs ideas lingered at the back of your mind, you knew better. The chances were too low. Youâd rather stay at home, wear your cooky pajamas, and stream the concert online in peace.
Still⌠there were the sleepless nights.
The what-ifs that refused to leave you alone.
What if you had attended the concert? What if you had somehow booked the same hotel? What if you caught a glimpse of their van outside the arena?
Being a fan for almost a decade, you knew those kinds of scenarios only happened in fictional stories. Seeing Jungkook on a random day was like finding a bag of cash in a public restroom stallâcompletely impossible.
Though⌠still, a small part of you never fully stopped hoping.
âAlso, isnât our country their last stop?â Mina said, already searching for dates and details on her phone.
âYeah⌠thatâs why I actually had enough money and time⌠but I guess luck just wasnât on my side,â you murmured bitterly, glancing around the busy coffee shop as if the noise could somehow quiet the ache settling in your chest.
Mina suddenly froze, her eyes widening. âWaitâsince itâs the last stop⌠donât you think theyâll stay longer? Maybe for a few more days, like⌠I donât know, rest?â
You had already thought about itâbut how on earth would you ever know their whereabouts? Youâd only find out once they were already there, or when they went live. And since it would be after the concert, you were certain theyâd want to rest, to disappear into privacy for a while.
âMina⌠itâs okay. I swear, Iâll be fine.â you assured her, her ideas now more amusing than anything else.
Until your lunch break ended, Mina kept babblingâthrowing out unrealistic scenarios straight out of books and fanfics. You laughed at her what-ifs, at the corny places her imagination kept taking you.
You knew she wasnât doing it to be silly.
She was doing it because she knew you. Knew how badly you wanted to see them. Knew how quiet youâd become once the concert actually started.
So, as your best friend, Mina had decided something else entirely.
A short out-of-town trip. While BTS was in the country. A way for you both to disappear for a while, to breathe, to rest from studies, from expectations, from everythingâincluding the concert you couldnât attend.
âMina! Why didnât you tell me?â Your eyes widened in shock when you saw the cottage number and the dates.
Mina had booked a five-day beach trip, complete with daily activities that made your head spin just reading them.
âDonât worry, you can bring your laptop so you can still stream the concert.â she snickered, handing you the itinerary.
âMina! Thatâs not what I meantâthis is too much,â you groaned.
She giggled, already sitting comfortably on your bed while you scanned through the list she had prepared. âOh, come on. Itâll be fun! Besides, itâs been a while since weâve had a girlsâ trip.â
You pouted at her, still in disbeliefâbut the resistance didnât last. A smile slipped through as you pulled her into a hug anyway. âYou and your ideas,â you chuckled.
âBring cute clothes! Letâs take lots of picsâI want to update my IG!â she said excitedly.
You grinned. âLetâs go shopping tomorrow. My treat.â
Mina shrieked. âGod, yes! Letâs go!â
The upcoming concert was still on your mind, but you were also busy preparing for the trip with Mina. You were excitedâthe small distraction keeping you from spiraling into a full breakdown over not being able to see BTS.
Wearing a cute sundress and brown sandals, you and Mina finally checked in. It was Day 1 of the concert. You had already set an alarm for the online stream later, a quiet kind of excitement settling in at the thought that, at the very least, you had the privilege of watching it while sipping fresh coconut by the sea breeze.
âWhy the fuck are you reapplying your lip gloss?â Mina asked when she caught you touching up your makeup right before the concert started.
âTo look cute while watching Jungkook,â you giggled, turning your ARMY Bomb on.
After dinner, you and Mina sat on a bench by the sand, your pocket Wi-Fi, laptop, and earphones already set up beside you.
Mina rolled her eyes. âThatâs crazier than my ideas.â
You chuckled softly, eyes already fixed on the screen as the countdown began. Your heart raced like you were inside the stadium with themâlike the distance didnât exist at all.
When the concert finally started, Mina had to walk away because you were screaming too loudly, jumping from your seat and almost knocking over the coconut shake on the table.
âGirl, let me walk around and find a cute guy. Your shrieks are lowkey scaring me.â Mina laughed when she came back and saw you on the verge of tears, fanning yourself like you might actually pass out.
âOkay, okaâoh my gosh! Theyâre performing Dimple! Oh my gosh!â you shouted, already lost in it again.
For two days, you were completely gone in itâfangirling nonstop, fully absorbed in every moment. It was only on Day 3, when Mina had planned actual activities, that you finally stepped away from the screen. Until then, you had spent your time watching, rewatching, and reposting edits like the world outside didnât exist.
âHeâs so hotâI canât believe he wore that gray shirt. It looked so good on him,â you babbled, telling Mina everything about the concert details and the surprise songs they performed.
The two-night concert had ended like a whirlwind, yet you were still floating on cloud nine. While Mina had been busy taking pictures and scouting for cute guys, you had been replaying everything in your headâtaking screenshots, saving edits, and reliving every moment in real time like you couldnât let it go.
Mina was just happy you enjoyed it. She even swore she almost thought you were going to have a heart attack when you shrieked so loudly after Jungkook lifted his shirt and revealed his abs. Your gallery probably had ten copies of that exact moment.
âAnd! Guess what!â you said, munching on your breakfast as you wiggled your eyebrows at her.
âHmm⌠Jungkook showed his dick?â
âMina!â Your cheeks burned as you nearly choked on the waffles you were eating.
Mina laughed, casually pointing her fork at you. âThat would be good though.â
You shook your head quickly, your face still hot. âI meanâwould want thatâbut guess what! He sang the chorus of Still With You in acapella!â you babbled again, as if Mina would fully grasp the weight of it.
For your third day, you and Mina were supposed to ride a yacht. You were already getting dressed when Mina suddenly squealed behind you, hurriedly tying the strap of her sandal.
âHe replied! Oh my gosh, heâs treating me to dinner!â Mina said excitedly, quickly glancing at the mirror you were using to fix your hair.
âThis guy I met while you were watching the concert! He wants to see me again!â She showed you her phone.
Your brows furrowed. âHeâs inviting you to his cottage later?â you said, reading the message.
Minaâs eyes widened as she looked back at her phone. âFuck! What should I do?â
âWait⌠so youâre not going on the yacht with me?â you concluded.
Mina smiled cheekily, biting her lip. âWell⌠heâs cute and⌠hotâŚâ
You raised a brow. âMake sure heâs really hot,â you chuckled, fixing your hair again in front of the mirrorâwhen Mina suddenly squealed and hugged you from behind.
âPromise Iâll make it up to you! Youâre the best!â she grinned, already moving back to the bed to grab her bag.
Mina had booked this trip for you, and you wanted her to enjoy it too. Even though she originally planned it as a girlsâ trip, you had spent most of it absorbed in the concert. She had always supported your whims without hesitationâand now it was your turn to support hers.
âWhy are you bringing that duffel bag?â you asked, amused at the amount of clothes she was packing.
Mina wiggled her brows. âGotta be prepared, yâknow.â
She walked towards the door, fixing her neckline one last time.
You grinned. âText me when youâre heading back!â
âYes, maâam!â she giggled, throwing you a flying kiss before hurrying out.
The sheer amount of clothes Mina brought made it obviousâshe probably wouldnât be back tonight. You sighed softly, glancing down at your short pink floral dress, your hair tied in a half ponytail.
You still had two days left of the trip, but today was the first time it truly settled in. For the past two days, you had been completely immersed in the concertâno time to walk along the shore, no quiet moments to watch the sunset.
Now, it was finally your time to unwind.
Although you were tempted to doom-scroll edits again, you forced yourself up instead, deciding to follow the planned activity for the day and step outside.
âNumber 9! Calling for all passengers on Yacht 9!â
You hurried over to the line, double-checking the receipt number Mina had reserved for you.
There were only a few people waitingâsome couples and a small group of friends. You didnât really mind being alone. If anything, you needed this time to unwind, to breathe, to exist without noise pressing in on you.
âTicket, please!â the man in a white uniform said.
You handed it over, offering a polite smile before stepping onto the yacht.
A few groups had already settled inâholding bottles of champagne, chatting softly, taking pictures against the open sea. You made your way towards the main deck, where a small group of friends sat around a table filled with snacks and laughter.
Based on the crowd, you felt relieved it wasnât too packedâmaybe around twenty-thirty people scattered across the space, enough to feel lively but not overwhelming.
Soft music drifted through the air as the yacht moved gently along the waves. The salt of the sea lingered in every breath you took, calming something in you without you even realizing it needed calming.
You wandered towards a long table filled with food, your short dress and hair swaying slightly with the breeze.
There were different kinds of pastries, a large charcuterie board, bottles of wine and champagne catching the light, stacks of beer lined neatly at one end, and a few bags of chips scattered casually beside them.
Mina had definitely booked a nice yacht. You smiled to yourself, genuinely happy that you could finally relax and enjoy this momentâwith good food, fresh air, and a quiet kind of peace you hadnât realized you needed.
You grabbed a bag of potato chips and a bottle of wine, scanning the area for a place to sit until you spotted a vacant lounger on the sun deck.
âPerfect!â you mumbled excitedly when you noticed no one else had claimed that area.
Carefully placing your bag, chips, and wine down, you quickly took a photo to update Mina.
You were still busy snapping pictures when a small groupâmaybe four or five peopleâsettled in beside you.
You werenât really paying attention at first, but in your peripheral vision, you noticed they had brought an impressive amount of snacks with them.
You opened your chips and leaned back on the sun lounger. When you heard the sharp crack of a beer can opening, curiosity tugged at you, and you glanced over briefly.
It was a group of Korean men, older than youâprobably in their mid-30s to 40s. Some wore black shades, already laughing as they settled into their drinks, their voices easy and relaxed.
They must be on vacation. This beach was a tourist spot, after all.
You turned your attention back to your chips, letting the sun warm your skin as you sank into the view. The group beside you wasnât loudâthey mostly talked about the scenery and the food, occasionally breaking into laughter over the activities they had tried earlier.
The world felt slow again, almost suspended in that gentle rhythm of waves and wind.
You were busy sipping your wine when you suddenly felt itâan unmistakable stare.
The group beside you was still laughing, their voices blending into the soft noise of the sea, but you couldnât shake the feeling that someone was looking at you.
These men were older, and for a brief moment, unease crept in.
You sneaked a glance over your shoulder and noticed the broad-built man in sunglasses staring straight aheadâpast you.
Does he want potato chips orâ
With a slight frown, you followed his line of sight properly this time.
He wasnât looking at you.
He was looking at your bag on the table.
When he realized you were looking back at him, he quickly turned away, though the shift in his posture told you he was still thinking. Still aware.
Confused, you glanced down at your bag again.
It was just a simple beige tote bag. Nothing special. Nothing worth staring at.
You shrugged it off. It mustâve been a mistake. Besides, he was wearing sunglassesâmaybe he was just spacing out, looking into nothing.
Munching on your chips again, you noticed him typing on his phone, suddenly more focused, as if he had detached himself from the conversation entirely.
You almost laughed to yourself, thinking he might actually be searching something about your bag online.
A strange thoughtâbut harmless.
With a deep, content sigh, you leaned back again, the warmth of the sun and the rhythm of the waves slowly pulling you under.
And somewhere between the breeze and the quiet, you didnât notice when your eyes finally closed.
By the time you woke up, it was already sunset.
The bottle of wine beside you was empty, and the small group that had been next to you earlier was gone. The sea breeze had turned cooler nowâsoft and comfortingâwhile the sound of waves blended with the distant chatter of guests still enjoying the evening.
You stretched lightly and sat up.
Some people were still dancing, some chatting, others taking pictures against the fading orange sky. You still had a few hours left before the yacht returned to shore.
Grabbing your leftover chips and the empty bottle of wine, you frowned when something small caught your attention beside your bag.
Leaning in slightly, you picked it upâand realized it was a calling card.
âWho the fuck is this?â
Looking around, you didnât see the group of Koreans anymore. You assumed the calling card mustâve come from them, especially given the Korean name and number printed on it.
Still⌠you were confused. Why would he leave his calling card?
Walking slowly along the yacht, you felt a slight dizziness from the wine lingering in your system. You tossed the empty chip bag and bottle aside, your eyes still scanning the space for any sign of the group you had seen earlier. The air had turned colder now, your short dress offering little protection against the breeze brushing against your skin.
Curiosity got the better of youâand maybe the alcohol gave you just enough courage.
You decided to dial the number.
âYoboseyo?â a deep voice answered.
You swallowed. âHello? I-Is this Song Hobeom?â
A brief sigh came through the line. âYes?â
Confusion crept in when he didnât immediately recognize you as the person from the sun lounger. You hesitated for a moment. Did he really hand out his calling card just like that?
âUh, I was the one sitting on the sun lounger by the main deck. I think you left your calling card at my table?â you said, biting your lip as nerves slowly settled in.
You had no idea what he wantedâand yet here you were, calling him back.
âOh, right. Thank you for calling back, maâam. May I know when you are free? I would like to discuss something with you.â he said in a formal tone.
Confusion was written all over your face.
You walked towards the bow of the yacht, trying to escape the soft music and distant chatter, holding the phone closer to your ear.
âUhm⌠may I know what for? This is a bit confusing.â You looked around again, but there was still no trace of the group from earlier. They mustâve already left.
âIt is a bit confidential, maâam. But donât worry, I will give you a short background once we meet.â
You groaned under your breath. âIâm sorry, but canât you just tell me this over the phone?â
You didnât want to sound rude, but you didnât know this man. It was already strange enough that he wanted to meet in person to âdiscuss something.â
âIâm sorry, maâam, but we may need to discuss this face-to-face to ensure the call is not being recorded. If you prefer, you may set the time and place.â he said formally.
You rolled your eyes. This was bullshitâit sounded like a scam. Some foreign guy trying to trick people before disappearing back to his country.
âSorry, but Iâm not interested. Thank you.â
You ended the call immediately.
You werenât stupid enough to meet a stranger like that. You had only been curious, nothing moreâbut the moment he refused to explain anything over the phone, something in you clicked.
And you werenât taking that chance.
You were about to walk back to the main deck when your phone beeped with a new message. You thought it was Mina, but the moment you recognized the country code, you immediately rolled your eyes.
You instantly regret calling his number. Opening the message, you saw that he had sent a file.
âI swear if this has a virus,â you mumbled.
You were about to tap it when another message came in.
Song Hobeom: The file can only be viewed once. Any form of screenshot or screen recording will be detected and notified. Please contact me again if you wish to proceed after reading the contract.
Song Hobeom: Please do not share this file or inform anyone about this matter. This is strictly confidential. Thank you.
You snorted softly, finding his messages almost ridiculous. It sounded like a jokeâlike he genuinely believed youâd get âin troubleâ for forwarding whatever this was.
With a small smirk, you already decided youâd tell Mina about it later. You were definitely not falling for some scam. Youâd open it, see whatever nonsense it was, and then block him right after.
With a sheepish grin, you tapped the file anyway⌠your heart giving a small, restless thump as the screen began to load.
What if itâs a jump scare?
Your brows slowly furrowed when the title finally appeared in bold capital letters:
You quickly scanned the document, reading faster and fasterâuntil your eyes landed on a name that made your heart jolt.
âW-What the actual fuck?!â you gasped in shock. A few people turned to look at you, but you didnât care. Your attention was completely locked on your phone.
You were starting to hyperventilate. You wanted to close it, to breathe, to thinkâbut it was a view-once file. Your hands trembled as the alcohol from earlier wore off almost instantly, replaced by something sharper.
âThis is not real⌠no freaking way,â you whispered weakly, quickly texting him back with shaking fingers.
No second thoughtsâyou typed immediately, afraid he might block you or change his mind.
You: I am free tomorrow at around 1 PM. Letâs meet by the coast area near the bar.
Song Hobeom: Noted, maâam. Thank you for cooperating.
You never thought you would find yourself in a situation like this.
You chose a spot with very few people around. It was a nice sunny day, but your face already felt warmânervous, alert, almost buzzing with anticipation.
Wearing a white floral dress, brown strappy sandals, and sunglasses, you called Mina beforehand and told her youâd be skipping the snorkeling activity for the day. You wanted to tell her the truth, but she didnât question it when you said you just wanted to swim and relax by the ocean instead.
She told you she wouldnât be back for tonight, giggling about the cute guy she had met. She kept talking, but your mind was elsewhere the entire time.
Honestly, you were relieved she wouldnât be back soon. Given the terms written in the file, you needed time alone.
Or this opportunityâwhatever it really wasâmight slip right through your fingers.
âAre you listening to me? Youâre like⌠spacing out, girl!â Mina chuckled.
Your face immediately heated up. âOh! A-Am I? I was just thinking about buying this merch, and itâs a bit expensive, so I was wondering if I should buy the whole set or just Jungkookâs edition.â you rambled quickly.
Mina laughed, shaking her head. âJust buy it all! Gosh! Anyways, so I went to this islandâŚâ
You bit your lip. She believed it.
She continued ranting, and you did your best to follow along, nodding at the right moments, forcing yourself to stay present. You had to hide thisâor youâd be screwed.
âDo you want to order, maâam?â
You looked up at the waiter and nearly froze when, for a split second, you thought it was Song Hobeom standing in front of you.
You were thirty minutes early.
Last night, you hadnât slept at allâspending hours searching for the man behind the calling card. And what you found had hit you like a truck.
He wasnât just some random foreign stranger.
The weight of the NDA had settled in slowly at first⌠then all at once.
The same Song Hobeom you had seen on the yacht⌠was the same man now appearing across articles and videos all over the internet.
âNo, thank you. Iâll order later,â you politely declined. You didnât think you could eat or drink anything at this point.
The waiter nodded and left you alone.
You let out a quiet sigh, glancing at your phone to check the time. Closing your eyes for a moment, you tried to steady your breathingâslow, controlled. You couldnât afford to panic right now. Not here. Not yet.
âGood afternoon, maâam.â
The familiar deep voice made your eyes snap open.
He approached in a composed, almost professional manner, as if this were a business meeting rather than something that had your entire morning spiraling. Black shirt, gray board shorts, black shades. Calm, unreadable.
Your gaze narrowed slightly when you noticed the large iPad and brown envelope in his hands.
You immediately stood up, quickly straightening your dress before offering your hand.
âG-Good day, uh⌠h-have a seat, please.â you gestured, waiting until he sat down before you did.
âHave you eaten, MsâŚ?â he asked, pausing as if waiting for your full name.
âOh, itâs Y/N L/N. I a-already had lunch,â you stammered, your heart racing as you finally introduced yourself.
He smiled and nodded. âThatâs good to hear. Iâm Song Hobeom, the manager of Bangtan Sonyeondan.â
He opened the brown envelope and showed you its contents. Like a startled kitten, you carefully took the papers.
âHave you read the file I sent you?â he asked casually, while opening his iPad.
You immediately nodded. âY-Yes, uh⌠but I only scanned it quickly.â
It was trueâyou had replied almost instantly because you were scared he might unsend it or take it back.
He nodded. âAlright. Let me explain this to you thoroughly. Before proceeding, we require a Non-Disclosure Agreement to protect the privacy and safety of our artist. This agreement simply means that any information you may see, hear, or experience during your time with usâsuch as the artistâs location, conversations, or personal detailsâmust remain confidential and cannot be shared with others, posted online, or discussed publicly,â he said in a formal, business-like tone.
You nodded quickly. âY-Yes, I didnât tell anyone!â you replied immediately.
He gave another nod, turning the iPad towards you to display the contract details. Then he began walking you through each section, one by one, in calm, structured explanations.
âMs. Y/N, the NDA does not take away your rights or force you to do anything. It only ensures mutual privacy,â he stated, and you found yourself listening closely, agreeing more than questioning. The moment you had texted back was already a signâyou had chosen to proceed.
âOnce signed, the confidentiality rules will remain in effect for the period stated in the document, and breaking the agreement could result in legal consequences.â
âI understand! I-I have researched how NDAs work as well.â
You bit your lip the moment you said it, suddenly realizing how desperate you sounded. You wanted to ask so many questionsâwhy you, of all people, why this situation had landed in your lapâbut you were too focused, too eager to get to the part that mattered most now.
Signing that damn contract.
âGood. If you have any questions or concerns, I want you to feel comfortable asking before signingââ
âNo questions! Iâll s-sign,â you blurted out, cheeks warming as excitement slipped through your tone.
Mr. Song chuckled lightly and nodded before handing you an expensive-looking pen.
âAlright, please double-check the terms and conditions. Take your time, Ms. Y/N.â
Before you even properly reread the contract, you signed itâlike your life depended on it. A shy, almost embarrassed smile formed on your lips as you finished.
He looked amused, like this wasnât his first time seeing this reaction. As if he was already familiar with how quickly people surrendered to these documents.
Then he handed you the iPad for another copy.
Scrolling quickly, you signed again without hesitation.
Your eyes flickered over your own nameâand then, for a brief second, your heart stuttered when you saw the name of the artist involved.
Mr. Song explained the terms and conditions again. You listened eagerly, a little calmer now that you had finally secured the contract.
âThank you for signing, Ms. Y/N. Please remember to keep everything discussed and experienced confidential as agreed,â he said with a polite smile, handing you another calling card. âMr. Jeon will be the one to contact you directly after this for any further coordination.â
You stared at the calling cardâJungkookâs name and number printed on itâyour eyes widening in shock.
âUgh! I want to cry!â
You stared at yourself in the mirror, now back in your cottage, pacing in front of it like a maniac.
You had one night. One fucking night with him.
The date stated in the contract was after your vacation ended. You were already stressing about what to tell Mina for extending your stay, what to say to your professors, your parentsâbecause you had clearly told them your trip only lasted until next week.
Jungkook hadnât contacted you yet. It was still too early. You had no idea if he was even on the island already. The only thing you knew was that you were supposed to meet him in Executive Cottage 3 at 8 PM next week.
You still couldnât believe it.
You had always thought NDAs were just mythsâfantasies spun by fans who imagined idols risking everything for a single private encounter.
Sure, you had heard rumors that things like this might actually happen⌠but you never thought you would experience it yourselfâwith your own bias, Jeon Jungkook.
It felt unreal. Worseâor betterâthan a concert. One-on-one. Up close. No distance at all.
Your cheeks warmed at the memory of the agreement, your heart picking up speed at the thought. It almost scared you how much you didnât want to wake up in case this was all just a dream.
Sometimes you found yourself lightly slapping your cheek, as if reality still refused to fully sink in.
For months, you had been depressed over missing the ticket, and nowâout of nowhereâyou had the opportunity, the privilege, to meet your bias in private.
It was their last concert. Their managers were staying here to rest⌠and for what? To arrange potential NDAs?
Last night, after Minaâs call, you had spent hours deep in researchâso deep it felt less like curiosity and more like you were preparing a thesis you somehow needed to defend. You searched everything: how NDAs worked, how participants were chosen, what would happen if you told someone, and a dozen other questions that only made your head spin the longer you read.
There was no hesitation anymore.
The moment you confirmed that Song Hobeom was actually their legitimate manager, something in you fully locked in. Any lingering doubt that the contract might be fakeâor some elaborate prankâdisappeared instantly.
And you had already signed it.
Your excitement had gone through the roof.
Even though you wanted to tell Mina so badly, your eagerness to meet Jungkook was far stronger. You couldnât risk it.
âHuh? Why?â Mina questioned when she returned the next day and you immediately told her about extending your stay.
âI just want to relax more, you know⌠I didnât realize the sea was this calming,â you smiled, trying to sound convincing.
You and Mina were now getting ready for the snorkeling activity. After dinner, you had decided you would break the news properly.
âAre you lying to me?â Mina raised a brow.
You went pale. âN-No, I j-just really wanted to staââ
âYou met a cute guy, didnât you?â Mina accused, squinting at you.
You blinked, caught completely off guard by her conclusion. She knew you werenât the type to extend a trip like thisâespecially with school starting next weekâunless, of course, it was for BTS.
Mina giggled. âHa! Thatâs why weâre besties!â
Maybe a little white lie wasnât so bad.
Mina told you she couldnât extend her stay anyway since she had a presentation due next week. Even though she wanted to stay longer, you reassured her youâd be fineâand that you just wanted some alone time with your âcute guy.â
The following days felt like a whirlwind. You enjoyed your last activities with Mina, all while quietly trying to keep it together every time the agreement flashed back into your mind and sent your thoughts spiraling.
When the last day came, you practically rushed Mina into the van just to get a proper goodbye out before she left.
Tomorrow was finally the day.
And yet, Jungkook still hadnât contacted you.
The day before, you had already gone through a medical examinationâanother requirement of the NDA. You were honestly surprised at how professional it all was, how organized everything felt despite how unreal the situation still seemed in your head.
It was almost ridiculous how seriously you had started taking everything.
You shaved your entire body. Scrubbed yourself religiously every night. Applied lotion more than usual. Even started doing small morning workouts after meals, as if preparation alone could somehow calm your nerves.
âHi, Jungkookie!â you practiced in front of the mirror, batting your eyelashes.
âFuck! Why did I do that?â you immediately cringed, shaking your head.
You tried again, this time forcing a different tone.
âSo⌠how was the concert?â
âIâm honored to be chosen.â
âDo I just lay here?â
âI love you. Youâre my everything.â
You groaned and covered your face completely.
You had no idea what to expect. The thought of meeting Jungkook was overwhelming in every possible wayâlike your brain couldnât decide whether to freeze, panic, or completely shut down.
And honestly, you were starting to worry you might faint⌠or embarrass yourself beyond recovery the moment it actually happened.
The contract stated âprivate meeting,â and you werenât exactly Sherlock, so it wasnât hard to conclude that it involves fucking. Especially considering they required a medical examinationâsurely not for a simple chat.
You almost screamed when your phone beeped with a message.
Jungkook: Hi Y/N, see you tomorrow at 8!
âOh my gosh! Oh my gosh!â you jumped onto your bed, staring at the text like it wasnât real.
His message was so casual, completely different from the formal, business-like tone Song Hobeom used. It almost made it feel even more surreal.
âWhat should I reply⌠oh my gosh.â
You bit your lip, carefully choosing your words so you wouldnât mess anything up.
The cottage was larger than yoursâan executive unit reserved for upper-class guestsâwith soft ambient lighting, a private veranda, a small plunge pool, a carefully kept garden, a few hammocks swaying gently in the breeze, and direct access to the beach.
This area felt different. Quieter. More secluded. Tucked away from the other cottages scattered across the busy island.
You had expected to be guided by bodyguards, but there was no one. No visible security, no presence at all. It felt intentionalâlike the meeting was meant to be so private that even protection would disrupt it.
Wearing a lilac wrap dress, white glittery doll shoes, and your hair curled neatly at the ends, you slowly made your way towards the cottage.
Your fingers hesitated before pressing the keycard Mr. Song had given you last week. The soft beep that followed made your nerves spike instantlyâa quiet confirmation that you had arrived, and that you were allowed inside.
Once the door opened, you stepped in.
You were immediately met with a spacious bedroom featuring a king-sized bed, a lounge area, a large wooden door that likely led to the bathroom, and wide tinted windows with sliding doors that opened directly to a full view of the sea.
You stood there for a moment, taking it all in with wide eyes.
Carefully, you placed your bag beside the bed and began walking around the space, your curiosity slowly building. On the table, you noticed a selection of pastries and a neatly arranged meal set waiting, untouched.
You gasped, your eyes snapping towards the bathroom door as the man you only saw on screens stepped out.
Jungkook wore nothing but a white towel wrapped around his waist, his hair still damp, droplets of water trailing down his neck and collarbones as he ran a smaller towel through his hair.
Your lips parted slightly. Fuck.
He walked toward the coffee table first, casually lifting the silver cloche to check the prepared dinner as if nothing about this moment carried any weight at all.
But for you, everything had just short-circuited.
Jungkookâright there in front of you. Real. Close. Breathing the same air.
You had seen him countless times on screens, in edited clips and fan videosâbut none of that had prepared you for this. In person, his presence felt heavier, more grounded. His frame looked broader, more defined. The tattoos you had only ever glimpsed before were now fully visible under the soft lighting, detailed and striking in a way that made your thoughts scatter instantly.
Even his voiceâwhen he spokeâcarried a calm, effortless depth that made your mind go blank before it could catch up.
All the lines you had practiced disappeared completely.
You couldnât believe he was real.
âHave you eaten?â he asked, turning towards you while still holding the cloche.
Your mouth opened slightly, but no sound came out. You stood near the couch like youâd been rooted in place, completely caught off guard.
A quiet chuckle left him as he noticed your reaction. He set the lid back down and began walking towards you.
Your breath hitched when he closed the distance. His fresh scentâclean, minty, just out of the showerâwrapped around you, sharpening your senses in an instant.
âRelax,â Jungkook said softly, his tone calm and steady as he gently placed a hand on your arm.
The touch was light. Grounding.
Warmth spread through your skin immediately, like your body had finally registered his presence all at once.
You nodded too quickly, blinking as if that could reset your brain. Your heart was pounding so hard you were convinced it had to be audible.
Jungkook smiled slightly, looking down at you. âHmm, look at me.â he said when you kept avoiding eye contact.
You triedâbut the moment your eyes lifted, you almost froze again.
Dark doe eyes met yours, steady and unreadable, holding you in place. His right hand lifted your chin just as you instinctively tried to look away again.
âSit down on the couch for me, mhm?â he said gently, guiding you down with an easy, controlled calm.
You were so nervous, looking up at him like a shy deer. All the conversations you had prepared were completely forgottenâyou were mentally blocked.
Jungkook tilted his head at you, still standing as he looked down at your form. âYou okay, pretty girl?â
Your cheeks turned crimson at the compliment, and you nodded again like you had lost your voice.
Jungkook chuckled, crouching down to get to your eye level. âTalk to me, baby. Wanna hear you.â
âH-Hi,â you said in a small voice, almost choking on the words.
âHmm, louder.â Jungkook whispered, raising a brow at you.
You gulped harshly, squeezing your own hands in nervousness. âH-Hi, Jungkook. Nice to meet you.â you said, a little clearer this time.
Jungkook smiled, sitting beside you. âThere you go. Good job, baby.â he praised. âSo polite.â
You smiled back shyly, your breath hitching when he took your handsâhands you hadnât even realized you were squeezing so tightly.
âBaby, youâll hurt yourself doing thatâŚâ he said gently, holding your hands and lightly tracing over the faint marks you had left on your skin.
âDo you want to eat first? What do you want to do?â he asked softly, studying your nervous expression.
He was so calm, so composed, so sweetâit made your stomach twist in a way you couldnât quite explain. You bit your lip under his attention, suddenly hyper-aware of every small movement you made.
His gaze briefly dropped to your lips. He swallowed subtly, something shifting in his expression for just a moment before he looked back up at you again.
âW-Whatever y-you want to doâŚâ
Jungkook raised a brow at you, tilting his head slightly. âYeah?â
You nodded quickly. âYesâŚâ
Jungkook straightened up, his gaze briefly dropping over your short dress, lingering for a moment before he looked back at the table.
âThereâs a bunch of pastries you might want to try. Do you like sweets?â he said softly, opening the glass lids of the desserts in front of you.
You smiled shyly, eyes shifting towards the neatly arranged food. âYes, I like c-cookies.â
Jungkook smiled, reaching for the tray of cookies with different flavorsâchocolate chip, walnut, matcha, red velvet, and more you couldnât even name at a glance.
You kept your eyes fixed on the cookies, forcing yourself not to look at him, especially with how near he was.
âIâve tried walnut and matcha,â he said, pointing at a few of them.
You pouted and picked the flavor he suggested. He smiled when you chose the matcha, carefully placing the tray back down on the table.
âDo you want milk?â he asked, pointing at the bottle beside the pastries.
You nodded, taking a small bite while he poured a glass for you.
âThank youâŚâ you said with a shy smile.
He smiled back and stood up to get dressed while you focused on eating the cookies. When he came back, he was wearing a white shirt and black comfy shorts. He sat beside you and took a cookie for himself as well.
Jungkook was patient, sweet, and gentle with you. He occasionally asked about your hobbies, your likes, your favorite food, and small details that only your parents and Mina usually knew.
With a soft, hesitant voice, you slowly opened upâtalking about how you became a BTS fan, how long you had followed them, and how much you liked him.
He listened closely, never interrupting, only asking follow-up questions like he was genuinely interested.
His eyes followed your lips whenever you spoke, then shifted to your eyes whenever you looked away. And every time your voice got smaller, he leaned in slightly, as if trying not to miss a single wordâespecially when you talked about him.
Neither of you mentioned the NDA.
It felt, strangely, like you were simply there to spend time with him.
You honestly thought he wouldnât talk much, given how shy you wereâbut Jungkook was unexpectedly patient, giving you space to settle in and feel comfortable around him.
You were giggling about his travel story with Jimin when you noticed his tattooed hands slowly settling around your waist.
âA-And what did he do?â you asked, a little startled.
Jungkook had been talking about some of their personal trips with the members. You were surprised by how open he was with youâthe way he spoke during his Weverse lives was exactly the same in person: charming, funny, and easy to talk to.
You hadnât expected him to answer your small, silly questions, but he was attentive, responding to everything like you had known each other for years. You felt, strangely, at ease.
He pouted slightly, suddenly distracted by the lace ruffles at the hem of your dress, his fingers lightly brushing and playing with them.
âUsed all his perfume to spray it on the huge bug.â he chuckled lowly, his eyes still lowered towards your dress.
You giggled, imagining the chaos. âDid the bug get killed?â
Jungkook slowly looked at you, his eyes a little heavy-lidded, his hands still idly playing with the hem of your dress.
âHmm, no.â he rasped.
Your eyes widened when he pulled you closer, his left arm circling your waist to steady you. His right tattooed hand lifted both your legs across his lap.
âYou smell good.â he murmured closely, fingers now toying with the ribbons of your wrap dress.
You gulped harshly, your hands resting awkwardly on his arm for balance. Up close, he could see the details of your makeupâlight glitter dusted across your cheeks and eyelids, pink gloss on your lips, a soft blush deepening from warmth, and lashes curled with a hint of mascara.
He lifted a loose strand of your hair, tucking it behind your ear, then let his fingers trail lightly along your cheek.
âYou dolled up for me?â he said lightly, tilting his head.
His tone had shiftedâless careful now, more playful⌠almost teasing.
âY-Yes⌠do you like it?â you asked shyly. It had taken you hours to finish your makeup, hours to pick a dress and style your hair. You were almost embarrassed when you saw that he looked so fresh and handsome after the shower, while you had taken an eternity to get ready.
Jungkook poked the inside of his cheek. He held your face with one hand, almost squishing both of your cheeks. His touch was gentle, but the way he tilted your head to examine your face made you feel weird.
âI do,â he said lowly. âI like the glitters.â
You smiled, a bit more confident now. âReally?â you said happily, leaning a little closer to him. âMatches my doll shoes right?â You moved your toes up and down.
Jungkook nodded, his lazy eyes staring at you, then down at your dress. His hands traced slow circles on your bare thighs, making you tingly.
âI noticed something thoughâŚâ
âHmm, what?â you tilted your head curiously.
He pouted. âYour dress has no glitters, babygirl.â He slightly held the end of your dress, as if examining the texture.
You pouted. âYeahâŚâ You looked down. âB-Butââ
Your thoughts were interrupted when he softly kissed your cheek.
âHmmâŚâ He slowly held the ribbons of your dress, and with one hand, he untied the knot.
âW-Waitââ you gasped, eyes widening when you saw what he was doing.
âIt has no glitters, baby⌠doesn't match your pretty little shoes and makeup." he said in a mocking tone, removing your dress from your shoulders.
âJungkookâŚâ you said softly, cheeks growing hot under his gaze.
Licking his lower lip, his gaze dropped to your body.
The soft swell of your breasts was hugged perfectly by the white bra you were wearing, matching the delicate fabric of your panties. The small white ribbon resting between your breasts and the top of your underwear caught his attentionâsomething so simple, yet enough to make his cock tighten.
You looked⌠soft, so pretty, too cute. Ready to be ruined by him.
His hands slowly moved to the straps of your bra âOh babyâŚâ he said in a cooing tone. âThis doesnât have glitters as well.â He said it like it was a problem. His fingers hooked onto the straps before pulling them away from your skinâonly to let them snap back in place, the sting blooming lightly against you.
You were speechless. The way he talked to you, the way he looked at you, the way he played with youâit made your body heat up, a quiet rush of warmth settling low in your stomach.
Your instinct was to cover yourself, but the way he raised a brow at you made you hesitate, a shiver running through you instead. You blinked slowly, caught between nerves and awareness you couldnât quite name.
âJungkook, t-this is embarrassing.â you said in a small voice.
You thought you could be confidentâyears of reading fanfictions had convinced you of that. You were certain you could fuck him better, that you could show him what you were capable of. Make him feel good. Please him. Make him happy.
You had been so sure of yourselfâso full of it, evenâthinking you could give him the best night of his life.
But the moment he touched you, your mind went completely blank. All rational thoughts slipped away, leaving you flustered and unsure of yourself, shrinking back into a shy, overwhelmed version of you.
Jungkook chuckled sarcastically. You gasped when he suddenly pulled your hair, his lips reaching under your ear to whisper.
âYou signed up for this, didnât you?â he rasped, his lips grazing your earlobe.
You squealed, his dominance eating you alive. His sweet, teasing tone was gone; the way he pulled your hair closer made you shiver.
âY-Yes,â you bit your lip. You felt his lips move down your neck, his hot breath tickling you.
âHmm⌠do you want me to elaborate on what weâre doing here?â he said in a tone like he was talking to a child. You gasped when he slightly bit your neck.
âSorry, I was j-justââ
He removed your bra quickly, tossing it somewhere before his fingers grazed near the swell of your breast, teasing you.
âUse your pretty little brain, baby, come onâŚâ he said harshly, suddenly pinching your nipples, making you whimper.
Jungkook raised his head to look at you, his pupils dilated. The way he swallowed harshly when he saw your round breast and pink nipples made him leak.
âDo you knowâŚâ he whispered under your ear. âHow badâŚâ He slightly slapped your nipple, soothing it afterward by rolling it gently between his fingers. âI wanted to fuck you?â
âLook at you⌠youâll let me do whatever I want, right?â
You shut your eyes tightlyâŚfollowed by a slow nod, stunned by his words and actions.
He raised a brow, eyes dropping to your nipples. Your vision almost slipped when he suddenly spat on them, using his fingers to spread it over your breast.
âYeah? Youâll let me use you?â he said in a low voice, his hands now trailing down the garters of your underwear. âLike a pretty little, sparkly slut that your are.ââ
You knew what he wantedâit had been clear from the very beginning. It had already been hours, and you were still shy and hesitant. You wanted this too, but you were scared to make the first move, scared to say or do something that might turn him off.
He, on the other hand, had been patient from the startâletting you settle in, letting you eat, letting you relax, asking you what you wanted, giving you time without rushing you.
You didnât realize the way his eyes darkened the moment you entered his roomâthe way they wandered down the valley of your breasts, the way they roamed over your dress that hugged your curvesâ showing the swell of your hips, the way his gaze followed the pout of your lips. The way your cute little glitters and doll shoes made you look like a proper little slut for him to use.
Itâs been more than a year.
Jungkook had been busy with tour, with the groupâs latest comeback. He had been working endlesslyâpromoting their new songs, filming content for a variety of brands, updating his Instagram and TikTok daily for ARMYs, practicing nonstop to show his best on tour. His schedule had been packed for over a year since their comeback.
Now that the tour had finally come to an end, it was his time to relax and unwind.
Jungkookâs stamina was unreal. Despite his busy schedule, there were times he would ask his manager to arrange private, strictly confidential meetings through NDAs.
Unfortunately, their latest tour had been much bigger, making it harder for his manager to coordinate anything outside of his packed schedule. Because of that, for the past months, Jungkook had been letting all of his sexual frustrations by himself.
It started in 2017. At first, he was the one personally choosing and approving everything himself, but after a few yearsâonce his fame and schedule became even more intenseâhis manager took over the process. It became less personal and more structured, handled carefully behind the scenes.
With his level of fame, everything had to be treated with strict confidentiality and formal documentation.
For years, all the NDAs Jungkook had been involved with stayed quietâcarefully kept private, out of fear of the consequences, but also lingering with the hope of another night with him.
He was a man, after all. With his busy schedule and global fame, there was no room for commitment or long-term relationships. Everything in his life moved too fast, too publicly, too tightly controlled.
Because of that, he relied on brief, private arrangementsâcarefully managed and kept out of the public eyeâto relieve stress and maintain some sense of personal balance amid his packed schedule.
It was almost like something carefully curated over time. He didnât have a specific type, but his manager knew him well enough to anticipate what he was comfortable with. Over the years, everything had become more structuredâquiet introductions, formal agreements, and strict confidentiality before anything could proceed.
After the tour, Jungkook had been particularly insistent on arranging an NDA soon. The long schedule and constant pressure had built up, and he needed a way to release the pent up sexual frustration.
When the team decided to extend their stay in the country after the final stop, his manager quietly began looking into possible private, strictly confidential arrangements handled under NDAs.
It wasnât urgentâmore of a routine precaution when they had extended time in one location. In most cases, it was beneficial if the person involved was already an ARMY, since familiarity with boundaries and expectations made things easier. Over time, most of the people who signed were fans in one way or another, while others were simply individuals who happened to be in the right place at the right time and agreed to the confidentiality terms.
Jungkook himself rarely interfered with the process. He trusted his manager to handle the details, especially during tours and rare breaks when privacy mattered more than anything else. The goal was simple: rest, recovery, and avoiding unnecessary exposure.
That was why his manager moved discreetly when he saw youâsubtly noting your presence, your behavior, and your isolation from the crowd before eventually placing a small calling card on your table.
When Jungkook saw you standing in front of him, frozen like a deer caught in headlights, all his rational thoughts slipped away for a moment. You looked so sweet, ready to be used.
Jungkook was unbearably horny.
He wasnât the type to extend another night, even with a potential NDAâbut he was the type who wouldnât stop fucking you once you stepped into his space. The kind who fucked hard. The kind who took control and dominated you without hesitation. The kind who would leave marksâbruises that lingered long after the night ended. Whether you were the shy type or the bold type, you would fold once he touches you, once he pulls your hair and manoeuvres your body to his own liking.
Heâs mean when he fucks, praising you in a degrading way⌠though he would always start off sweet, to ease the tension, with his usual kind self and bunny smiles.
He would fuck you like a dirty whore, play with you like a little toy, use you like a cum dump.
When he noticed how hesitant and vulnerable you were, he took the lead by making sure you were comfortable at first. But his patience was running thin. Your sweet scent engulfed his sensesâyour soft voice and small giggles, your shy smile and twinkling eyesâit all made his cock twitch.
It had been monthsâtoo long without a proper release. At first, he wanted to take his sweet time with you, but your hesitance and shy demeanor were driving him crazy. Jungkook wanted to bend you over and fuck your unused holes, wanted to wrap his hands around your neck, wanted to fuck your pretty mouth until you were gagging and crying for him, wanted to feel your warm pussy wrapped around him until he could no longer think straight.
He forcefully ripped your underwear, leaving red marks on your thighs. Your body was now fully exposed to him.
âPretty girl,â he mused, when his gaze dropped at your pussy, you instinctively closed your legs.
He gripped your thighs, forcing them open so he could look at your cunt. âPretty little pussy.â he whispered, staring at your cunt with a faint shine visible from your wetness. âActing so shy yet your pussy is soaking.â
âJungkook, p-pleaseâŚâ you pleaded, slightly moving your legs.
âAww, a few moments ago you wouldnât let me see you. Now youâre pleading, hmm?â he cooed.
Your breath hitched when his index finger traced the slit of your cunt, gathering your juices.
âOh, t-thatâsââ you whimpered.Â
He was making you so wet and turned on. Not that you werenât alreadyâyour shyness was already getting the best of youâbut the moment he took the lead, whatever composure you had left began to slip away. Your thoughts scattered, your attention narrowing to him alone, your body reacting in a way that made you feel both overwhelmed and helplessly aware of him.
Your eyes widened when he licked the finger that had gathered your wetness, staring at you while his tongue rolled over it.
âHmm, you taste so good.â his finger, now wet with saliva, went back down your cunt to gather your juices again, bringing it to his mouth to taste it once more.
âDo you taste yourself?âÂ
âN-No, I havenât,â you admitted shyly.
He placed his wet finger on your lip. âOpen,â he said sharply, like he wouldnât take no for an answer.
You slowly opened your mouth, his finger immediately sliding in so you could taste yourself.Â
âThatâs it⌠twirl your tongue, baby.â You obediently twirled your tongue around his finger, your saliva dripping down his hand messily. His cock twitched at the sight, he pulled his finger from your mouth with a soft pop.
âGet on the bed and spread your legs.â slapping your thigh lightly to urge you up.
You were almost dizzy, his words barely registering in your mind⌠you stood up, almost stumbling, but Jungkook caught your waist firmly.
âCareful, baby.â he chuckled lowly, your cheeks heating up in response.
Your legs felt weak as you made your way to the bed, Jungkook following behind. When you bent down to remove your doll shoes, he held your arm to stop you.
âO-Okay,â your brows furrowed, slowly sitting on the bed with your doll shoes still on.
Jungkook raised a brow at you. âRaise your legs on the bed.â
âBut my shoesâŚâ you pouted.
Jungkook chuckled, crouching down to level with your face. âIt has glitters, baby. No need to remove it.â
You blinked slowly, the realization settling in as you recalled his earlier comment about your dress and undergarments not having any glitter details.
Raising your feet, you let your doll shoes rest on the mattress. Your legs were folded as you adjusted yourself, your wet cunt fully exposed under his gaze.
Jungkookâs hand moved absently over his shorts as he looked at you with heavy-lidded eyes, his attention fixed on your wet pussy. âSpread wider, baby. Hold your ankles for me.â
You spread your legs wider, holding your ankles, making yourself open for him. Your juices leaked down onto the mattress, giving him a clear view. Your cheeks and neck turned red from what you were doing for him.
âThatâs it, wider.â he groaned, removing his shirt and shorts in one go. Your arms almost gave out when you saw him naked in front of you.
He was so hugeâhis cock red and veiny, precum leaking from the tip, his hand gripping himself, rolling the foreskin, pumping more wetness onto his mushroom head.
Jungkook moved closer, looking down at your cunt while palming himself shamelessly. âDo you like how I touch my cock?ââ
You whimpered when his other hand went down to you, his middle finger sliding into your hole easily. The wet squelching sound filled the room.
âSlut,â he whispered.Â
Using your wetness, he spread it around his cock like lubricant, mixing it with his precum. âYouâre so wet baby, my good little whore.â
You whined, your arms growing tired from the position. When you tried to let go of your ankles, Jungkook slapped your pussy.
âKeep them open,â he said harshly, squeezing his cock tighter, releasing more precum at the tip.Â
âLet me see your pretty holes, yeah?â His cheeks hollowed as he gathered saliva and spat onto your exposed cunt, letting it drip inside your wanting hole.
âJungkook, p-please⌠I canât anymore,â you whined, your body clenching around nothing. You wanted him to touch you.
âShh, be a good doll and stay still, yeah?â he groaned, spitting down on his cock, spreading it along his shaft as he pumped faster while looking at you.
It was so overwhelmingâthe way he looked at you while touching himself made you so wet.
âP-Please, t-touch me.â you pleaded, your eyes glossy with need, whining when you felt more of your juices spill onto the bed.
Jungkook groaned, âBe a good fucking slut and watch me touch my cock.â
It was obscenely dirtyâwatching him touch his cock so fast, his gaze locked on your pussy. Every now and then, heâd gather your slick with his fingers, spreading it along his length, making himself even wetter, even more desperate.
And just when it looked like he was about to cumâhe stopped.
His hand tightened around the tip, squeezing just enough to hold himself back, dragging the moment out, edging himself with a restraint that only made it worse.
âFuck!â he quickly kneeled down in front of you, his face now very close to your pussy. When you looked down, your eyes fluttered when you saw him staring closely at your twitching hole.
âYou look so tight,â he groaned, his finger tracing your cunt lightly.
âKooâŚâ you moaned, already shaking from the contact.
He kissed your inner thigh, occasionally biting the soft skin to leave marks. When you were already getting too whiny, he leaned in closer, his tongue pushing inside you.
âOh, Jungkookââ you moaned loudly, the feeling of his hot tongue inside your hole making you quiver. He was pushing his tongue so deep, like he wanted to collect all your juices.
âMhm,â he moaned, the vibration giving soft pulses down your clit. He collected all your juices, sucking them as much as possible, going deeper and deeper just to spit it right back up on your swollen clit.
âOh my goshââ you whimpered. He was making you as messy as possible. When he wrapped his lips around your clit to suck, you almost saw stars from the pleasure, the sensation pulsating through your whole body making you roll your eyes back.
âYou like that?â he murmured while sucking your clit, his tatted finger going inside your hole, releasing more juices from you.
You nodded almost instantly, holding your ankle tighter. When he nipped harshly on your clit, you almost dropped your legs, shaking from how good his lips and tongue felt. He looked up at you, still sucking your clit while inserting another finger inside you, instantly brushing your sensitive spot.
The way his middle and ring finger brushed your g-spot made your clit pulse. With the pressure of his lips around your clit, you were close to cumming.
âJungkook, I-Iâm gonnaâŚâ
âGo ahead baby, wanna eat your cum,â he whispered against your cunt, sucking harder, his fingers moving aggressively inside you.
You were shaking. When you felt your high building, you almost pushed him away, letting go of your ankles to grip his hair.
âJungkook! S-Stop,â you pleaded weakly. The pleasure was too much, too intense. His pace did not falter, his hand pressing your lower stomach down.
When he removed his fingers, you thought he was done, but he immediately rubbed your clit in circles, spitting down on your hood while holding your wriggling body in place.
You moaned loudly⌠his fingers, his mouth, his spitâall of it pushed you over the edge. You came so hard you almost fainted.Â
He still didnât stop- you were overstimulated, trying to push him away, but he wouldnât let you, drawing more release out of you. The pressure of his fingers dragged you into another climax, making you squirt messily around him, splashing his face, his neck, his body.
âS-stop, please KooâŚâ you cried, shaking uncontrollably as you squirted again. His fingers still didnât stop. His dark eyes stayed fixed on your swollen pussy, amusement etched across his face.
âMessy girl, good job baby.â he cooed, giving your pussy a light slap to coax out the remaining slick.
Your cheeks were wet with tears, your body weak from orgasm. He leaned down, holding your cheeks gently to make you look at him.
âPoor baby, let me wipe your tears, hmm?â
He leaned down, licking your tears slowly, his hot tongue dragging wetly across your cheeks.
You whimpered, your body barely holding itself together. His lips moved down to your nipple, sucking the hard bud softly, while his other hand caressed your other breast, pinching and rolling your nipples.
His throbbing cock grinds against your spent pussy, his swollen tip smearing messily against your slit, spreading his precum all over your cunt.
âKooâŚâ you said softly, still tired and hazy from your release.
His mouth moved to your other nipple, his teeth tugging slightly, making you gasp. You were certain you would have bruisesâthe way he sucked your nipple mirrored how he had sucked your clit, lingering just enough to draw a reaction, coating it in spit before taking it fully into his mouth.
âBaby, can you feel how hard I am for you?â he whispered, his cock grinding slowly against your wet pussy, his tip brushing your clit⌠making you wetter again. âDo you know how long I wanted to fuck a nice warm pussy?â He grabbed your neck, your lips parting instinctively. He took the chance to spit into your mouth, leaning down to slip his tongue in messily, swallowing your moans and protests. His grip tightened each time you whimpered.
âBeen touching my hard cock for months baby,â His movements were slow, deliberateâdrawing arousal back into your body. âNeed your tight pussy so bad.â The way he rolled his hips against you, the way he silenced you with his tongue so no protests could leave your mouth.
âYou wanted this?â he groaned against your lips, releasing your neck only to squeeze your breast harshly.
âAnswer me,â he said sharply, tapping your right cheek.
âI w-want this,â you said with glossy eyes, small hands gripping his arm tightly.
He tilted his head at you. âYeah? You wanted to be fucked like a slut donât you?â he taunted, sitting up to squeeze his cock, teasing himself by twirling his index finger over his tip. âAre you a slut? hmm?â
You nodded weakly. âWould do anything for y-you.ââ you said shyly.
Jungkook raised a brow, standing up at the edge of the bed. âCome here then, crawl to me.â
It was degrading, the way he treats you like a slut for him to use⌠yet it makes you wetter, makes you hornier. You crawl towards him like a good whore, looking up at him with pleading, sparkly eyes. Your makeup is ruined, your hair disheveled, your doll shoes still intact, making you look like a ruined sex doll.
âGood girl, now wrap your hands around my cock.â he rasped, holding the base out for you. When your small, shaky hands felt his veiny shaft, you almost came again. It twitched in your grip, hard and flushed red at the tip.
He groaned. âSpit on it, baby. Make it nice and wet for me.â
You spat on his cock, spreading it around the base before moving your hands up and down, rolling the foreskin as you worked him. He moaned loudly, head tipping back, jaw clenched, sweat forming across the expanse of his chest.
âThatâs it, what a good little whore.â he praised, caressing your hair.
You tried your best to make him feel good. You raised your other hand, spitting into your palm and spreading it together with his precum.
Jungkook groaned at the sight. Using both of your hands, you made a twisting motion along his length, looking up at him like a good girl.
âI w-want you,â you said with a bit of confidence.
Jungkook cursed under his breath. âSuck my cock.â He slapped your hands away, then pulled your hair, forcing you to take his cock into your mouth. His breath hitched when he felt you gag around him, your nose pressed against his pelvis, your eyes turning watery.
âTake it,â he groaned harshly, guiding your head up and down like you were his personal fleshlight. You tried your best to take him, even though he was so big in your mouth, his tip hitting the back of your throat.
It was sloppy and nasty. Your tongue pressed flat against the underside of his cock, tracing the mushroom tip while you hollowed your cheeks and sucked hard. Spit and precum was leaking down your chin, your eyes glossy and red, the way you twirled your tongue to trace the veins of his cock made him groan.
âHands behind your back,â he panted.
You immediately did what he said, your body fully under his control. When he pushed deeper, your face pressed against his pubic hair. You choked, saliva and precum bubbling at the corners of your mouth, you want to tap his leg, the air in your lungs limited.
âYou look so pretty with my cock- fuck! Iâm gonna cum.â he grunted, keeping you close until you felt the liquid heat spreading inside your throat. He forced you to swallow, keeping your face snug against his pelvis so not a single drop would spill.
When he released your head, you almost collapsed onto the bed. Your eyes were red, your mouth slightly bruised, and your neck ached from the way he had angled your face. Due to exhaustion, you let him maneuver your body, pushing you down and flipping you over.
âBend over, baby. Iâm not done using you.â
He was still hard, giving his cock a few more pumps before guiding it towards your pussy.
âOpen your pussy, baby. Be a useful slut and spread yourself for me.â
With weak hands, you reached back to spread yourself for him, opening your folds. Your wetness leaked down your inner thighs.
âLook at you. You just came, yet your pussy already wants more⌠dripping all over my sheets like a whore.â he said mockingly.
You whimpered. âP-please, f-fuck me.â You were almost crying, your arms tired and your body aching from the position, but you wanted to please him so badly, wanted him to use you till you could no longer take it anymore.
Jungkook chuckled behind you. You thought he would tease you again, but you gasped when he suddenly pushed his cock inside you. Despite your earlier orgasm, the stretch was still painful, making you scream into the sheets.
âYouâre so tight, fuck.â he groaned, looking down at his cock getting swallowed by your tight pussy.
He leaned down, pressing your head down further, his cock pushing deeper and deeper, making you squirm in both pleasure and pain.
âFucking slut, so tight around daddy.â he whispered, your face buried in the sheets.
You clenched around him, whining against the mattress.
âOh, you like that?â he taunted, pushing deeper until he reached your g-spot.
You could feel every drag of his cock inside youâhis veins, his mushroom tip. The stretch was so good you were close to cumming, clenching around him as he fucked you deeper.
âStop that, baby, Iâm gonna cum.â he almost laughed, pulling your hair up so he could see your face. âWant to fuck you for hours, baby. Iâm gonna use your tiny hole till daddy canât release cum anymore. Do you want that?â
You whimpered, âYes, d-daddy.â
He groaned harshly; the way you called him made him even hornier. He pulled out and shifted down on his side, pulling your body snug against his chest, your back pressed against him. âKeep your legs up,â he whispered, holding his cock and directing it against your leaking hole.
You didnât expect to be fucked by Jungkook sideways. He held your waist while driving his hard cock into you, your legs spread wide in the air as his lips nipped harshly at your neck.
âFeels so g-good, daddy.â you moaned, your body bouncing slightly from the force of the way he was fucking you.
Jungkook bit your neck, his hands moving down to rub your clit. âUhuh, daddyâs gonna fill you with so much cum and youâre gonna hold it like a good girl.ââ
You moaned, trying to bite your moans back, but Jungkook slapped your clit harshly. âMoan louder,â he groaned, his balls hitting your ass as he pushes his cock all the way out just to push it harder all the way in.
âJ-Jungkook.â you moaned, eyes rolling back.
âJungkook!â you moaned louder.
âGood girl,â he chuckled behind you, his fingers coming back down to rub your clit again.
You could feel your cum dripping down your thighs, the loud squelching sound of his cock fucking into your pussy and his deep groans pushing you to the edge. When he gave your clit a good rub, you came all over his cock, your pussy clenching around his girth, releasing so much cum. You held his wrist to stop him, your thighs shakingâyou were certain you almost drooled from the deep pulses your cunt was producing.
Jungkook groaned behind you. You gasped weakly when he removed himself inside your twitching pussy, your cum leaking onto the mattress, but he immediately lowered his head to catch your cum, wasting no drop.
âI c-cant, too much!â you cried.
Jungkook held your thighs firmly, slurping all your juices like a starved man. When he raised his head, his chin and nose were wet from your arousal. Using both his index fingers, he opened your hood, exposing your puffy clit. He leaned down to suck it, and you gasped when you felt your cum and his warm saliva spreading.
âOh daddy,â you moaned, another wave of pleasure rolling through your body.
He looked up at you, his tongue giving kitten licks on your clit. âAre you daddyâs good girl?â he murmured against it, his thumb circling the bud, the dual sensation making you lose your mind. âDo you like how daddy eats your pussy?â
âYes daddy, it f-feels nice.â
âNice?â Jungkook chuckled, sucking his thumb before rubbing his spit all over your clit. âIs this nice?â he mocked, looking at your bud as it looked so swollen and pink.
âDescribe nice for me,â he growled before standing up, carrying you with him. Your thighs wrapped around his waist as he walked beside the large mirror. Using both of his hands, he held your ass and pushed his cock inside your used hole, using almost no strength to lift your body just to push you up and down around his hard cock.
You could see your reflection in the mirrorâthe way he used your body to pleasure himself, the way his biceps flexed every time he pushed and pulled you against him. He carried you like a feather, your body like a used, fucked-up sex doll.
âIs this⌠nice?â he mocked you, his lips parted as he looked at your pleasured face. He could feel your juices dripping down his muscular thighs. He chuckled at you. âToo dumb to answer, baby? Is my cock making you feel so good?â
You squealed, gripping his arms tightly as your body bounced up and down. He was going so fast, his hips snapping against you, pushing up while forcing you down, the tip of his cock hitting your cervix.
âGonna cum, baby. Would you hold my cum inside like what I taught you?â he panted, his thrusts getting sloppy, his eyes hazy.
Jungkook groaned, his hands gripping your ass hard, enough that it hurt. His cock drilled in so deep that you whimpered when he pulled your body close, forcing you down as he spilled all of his warm cum inside you. He groaned beside your ear, biting your neck through his intense orgasm, balls deep and snug against your ass. Your legs were shaking; you felt so full. You tried to move, but his grip was too strong. You could feel all of his cum filling your pussy, and it was so much that you could feel some of it dripping down your legs.
You thought he was done when he removed his cock inside you. Your legs wobbled as he quickly set you down on the bed, his hands palming your pussy as if to keep his cum inside you. Your eyes almost went out of their sockets when you saw that he was still hard.
âRaise your legs,â he rasped, gripping his cock from the base as he spread the cum that was left on his girth.
When you weakly raised your legs, he could see how much cum was inside your pussy, threatening to spill out.
âTouch yourself, push my cum deeper,â he said with serious eyes while staring at your hole.
Your eyes widened. âJ-Jungkook, t-thats-â
ââCome on baby, daddyâs waiting.âÂ
You gulped harshly. He was slowly rubbing his swollen cock, teasing the tip while waiting for you to move. Your small hand slowly reached down to your hole, pushing his cum deeper, but some of it spilled onto the bed. You tried your best to push it in further, but your past orgasm was still overstimulating you.
âLike this, d-daddy?ââ you said shyly.
Jungkook groaned, staring at his cum in your tight hole. âGood job baby, can you add another finger for me?âÂ
You added another finger. It was a lot easier to push his cum deeper, but your pussy was getting sensitive. You were whimperingâthe fact that he was just staring at you while rubbing his mushroom tip made you chase another high you didnât even realize was coming. The pad of your fingers brushing against your g-spot with his cum felt so good, forcing you into another mind-blowing orgasm. The fact that you came just from pushing his cum deeper felt so dirty.
âOh my gosh, I-fuck..â you were convulsing. You removed your fingers, trying to close your thighs shut, but Jungkook held your legs. He quickly inserted his hard cock, you were still pulsating and the feeling of his cock replacing your fingers extended your orgasm, your wet pussy clenching and unclenching around his cock.
âFuck you feel so good, Daddy didnât stretch you enough huh? Youâre still fucking tight.â he growled, his hips making a rolling motion as his fingers pinched your nipples harshly.
Your tongue was almost out, your pussy still quivering, your clit so sensitive that even the feeling of his pubic hair brushing against it felt incredibly intense.
âGonna fuck that tight little pussy till your loose, so that everytime you touch yourself your fingers would be too small for your gaping hole.â he grunted, his hands holding both of your wrists above your head, his other hand gripping your throat. He was fucking you so hard that your body was bouncing up. He crouched down to lick your sweaty neck, then moved down to your underarm, licking your sweat messily. You tried to move your arms, but his hold was firm, licking your other underarm and creating a huge wet mess.
âI-Iâm close,â you choked, chasing another orgasm, overwhelmed by how many times you had comeâyou were certain your pussy would be numb after this.
âHold it, you slut.â he bit the swell of your breast causing you to scream.
He held your body up, then laid down on the bed while holding your waist, placing you on top of him.
Desperate for release, you positioned your body in front of him, but Jungkook stopped you.
âOn your back, babygirl.â he tapped your thighs.
Your cheeks reddened as you positioned your body with your back facing him. When you sank down, you immediately moaned, your ass against his lower stomach. The stretch felt so good, the veins on his cock filling your spongey walls perfectly.
âThatâs it, make daddy proud.â he groaned, holding your waist while you moved up and down on him. Your legs were aching, but you didnât care. When you felt his right tattooed hand slapping your ass, you almost came.
âYou look so pretty.â you heard him whisper, his hand caressing your ass, your brows furrowed when his hand went deeper. âLower your body for me.â
Confused and a bit dazed, you lowered your body while still riding him. You shrieked loudly when his fingers played with your exposed rim, circling around the hole. You held his thighs, squeezing them hard when he tried to push his thumb in, the stretch making you shiver.
âWould you let me fuck you here, baby?ââ he whispered, pushing this thumb deeper, your tight walls swallowing him.
You havenât done that beforeâyou canât even imagine it. He was the first man who touched you there. You were in so deep that you desperately nodded, clenching around his cock as the thought excited you.
He chuckled, âYouâre so dirty baby, gonna let me fill all your holes hmm?â
You nodded again. âYes, only for you J-Jungkook.â
âYeah? you love me that much huh? I bet you hump your little cooky plushies thinking itâs my hard cock instead.â
He removed his thumb from your ass just to insert his middle and index finger, causing you to scream at the stretch. Your movements slowed down from the sensation.
âDo you fantasize about me? Fantasize about your bias fucking your slutty holes?ââ he taunted, pushing his fingers deeper, his hips pushing up to meet your thrusts. "Tell me baby, how many times have you masturbated huh?"
It was embarrassing; you didnât answer, afraid to admit the dirty things you did every time you thought of Jungkookâafraid to admit how dirty you were behind your shy demeanor and innocent looks. You liked him so much, idolized him for years, dreamed about meeting him, dreamed about attending his concert, and in your most hidden fantasies⌠you dreamed about being his girlfriend, what it feels like to be loved by him, to be fucked by him.
âHmm baby? I bet you do.â he chuckled when he saw your guilty face.
He removed his fingers, slapping your ass cheeks, then flipping you down onto the bed. âMy dirty little girl, touching her little holes while thinking about her bias.â
You couldnât maintain eye contact, your fingers fiddling with the sheets when he went down to grind his cock against your pussy, both of his arms beside your head.
âAww baby, are you shy?â he cooed, pushing his cock inside you, trying to find the angle that hits your spot.
You pouted, your eyes a bit hesitant. He held your cheeks so you would look at him. âDonât worry⌠daddyâs here, Iâm gonna fuck you so good and make your dreams come true.âÂ
He spit into your parted mouth, urging you to swallow before fucking mercilessly into your tight hole. He held your thighs, almost folding you in half. Your pussy was so stretched and swollen. He leaned down to whisper moans in your ear, his movements so fast you were impressed by his stamina at this point.
âCum with me baby,â he panted, his thrusts getting sloppy, his mushroom tip hitting the right spot.
Jungkook forced you into another orgasm. You thought you wouldnât cum, but your pussy was pulsating so badly, his cock still drilling inside you.
He let out a strained growl, his breathing turning heavier with each passing second. When you felt him cumming, he removed his cock from your pussy⌠quickly inserting it into your other unused hole.
You screamed loudly, the stretch sudden and painful⌠you could feel his cock pushing his cum deep inside your ass, the sensation making you shake and cry. When you tried to move, he held your waist tightly, balls snug so he could keep his warm cum inside.
He kissed your cheek, âSo good for me, so pretty, so tight.â he whispered.
You thought he was done, but when he kissed you hard, his tongue dominating yours, you realized he wasnât fully sated yet. He pulled you onto the nearest table, bending you over, your hands gripping it for support.
âLift your leg here, baby,â he instructed, lifting your other leg so you were exposed to him.
The memories were hazyâyou remembered him fucking you on the table while your cheeks burned red from the way he pushed you down. You could see the reflection in the mirror, your doll shoes still intact, the table wet from your drool. After that, he fucked your breasts, urging you to suck the tip like a good little whore.
Every time you thought he was done, he would pull you back again, whispering dirty praises about how you were such a good slut for him. His stamina was so impressive, and you were also impressed that you managed to stay awake the whole time.
Even when he was washing you up, he was very sweet, washing your hair and body, yet his fingers were still trailing down your swollen pussy. You protested, but he told you not to worry, saying, âDonât worry baby, Iâm gonna rub the pain away,â while rubbing your pussy in slow circles, causing you to release another orgasm in the shower.
Before you drifted off to sleep, you felt him spreading your legs, whispering. âLast one pretty girl, let me leave you a present when you wake up, yeah? All nice and wet in the morning.âÂ
It felt almost unrealâlike something pulled from a dream you werenât fully ready to believe had happened.
When you woke up, Jungkook was no longer there.
Your body felt heavy, drained in a way that made even small movements difficult. You shifted under the covers, blinking slowly as reality started to settle in piece by piece.
The room was quiet. Still.
When you sat up, your gaze fell to your doll shoes placed neatly nearby.Â
You stared at them for a long moment, your chest tightening in a way you couldnât quite explain. A quiet reminder that last night had not been a dream.
You weakly stood up, wearing a comfy oversized shirt you were certain was his. Walking over to the table, you noticed a set of breakfast meals laid outâeggs, waffles, bacon, fruits, and a pitcher of orange juice.
Still a bit dazed, you sat down on the couch and stared at the food in front of you, your mind struggling to catch up with reality. Last night still felt distant, almost unrealâlike something your brain hadnât fully accepted yet. But every time you shifted slightly and felt the marks on your skin, the memory returned sharply.
You knew the rules. You would never see him again, you would never contact him again, and anything that happened that night would stay with youâcarried quietly, taken to your grave.
Your eyes grew teary, not because you regretted it, but because some part of you wished it didnât end so quickly.
You knew betterâthat you and him were not in a fairytale. You wouldnât be the special girl who eventually ends up with him. You werenât inside some ridiculous fanfiction where he would text you afterward, telling you he missed you, that he wanted to see you again, that he might even love you. Pure fiction.
Looking at the food in front of you, your eyes caught a small folded paper tucked beside the plate.
When you opened it, you had expected something sweetâmaybe a cute note, maybe his number. You already knew the number he used wasnât personal anyway, just an exclusive one-night line tied to the NDA.
It was written quickly, but you recognized his handwriting immediately.
You looked around and spotted a paper bag beside the bed. You stood up at once, walking towards it, your hands already shaking before you even reached it.
Carefully, you opened it.
Inside was a pair of glittery doll shoes.
You searched for a note, but there was none.
You pouted slightly, your heart still skipping at the small gesture. It wasnât muchâbut it was something. At least he had left something for you.
It had been months since that night, but you would never forget it.
You told no oneânot Mina, not anyone, not even in passing. You were almost afraid that speaking it out loud would make it less real⌠or worse, make you forget it entirely, reducing it to something that only felt like a dream.
Over the months, something else slowly clicked into place.
While reviewing your notes one day, your eyes drifted absentmindedly to your tote bag. Only then did you notice the small cooky keychain attached to it.
It had to have been what his manager saw.
A quiet sense of relief settled in you thenâknowing that despite changing bags since that day, you had never taken it off.
You also tried to think harderâwhy did he give you a pair of doll shoes? Does he do that with all his hookups? Does he give them a farewell gift too after sleeping with them?
The thought left a strange mix in your chest. A little sadness. A little jealousy you couldnât quite justify.
And yet, the doll shoes still felt like a strong reminder that you were once hisâlike he gave you something so you wouldnât forget him.
Sometimes you would even wonder if everything that happened was only your imagination. His managerâs contact number, Jungkookâs numberâgone from your phone. The NDA had included a strict no-contact clause, and everything tied to that night had disappeared with it.
Afterward, you didnât see them anymore, and you had no idea whether they had even stayed in the country or left immediately.
The moment the marks on your body began to fade, you almost criedâlike something of him was slowly slipping away from you too.
Wearing the doll shoes he gave you, you sat in a nice outdoor coffee shop with your laptop and a hot latte.
It had been almost a year.
Despite the beautiful view around you, your attention was fixed on your screen. You were writing a paperâyour fingers hovered over the keyboard for a moment longer than necessary, like they understood something you didnât want to admit.
You had been careful. Writing the details with precaution.
You changed the places, the countries, the names. You rewrote reality until it no longer belonged to anyone but you. Until it couldnât be traced backânot to him, not to that night, not to the NDA that should have never felt real in the first place.
You even made sure to hide it in plain sight.
Just enough to protect yourself.
Just enough to protect him.
Your foot tapped lightly beneath the table, uneven, restless. A habit you picked up a year ago. A habit you never lost.
And then you wrote itâthe memory still too fresh to feel like a memory at all.
âPlease, please, please!â you whispered to yourself, fingers crossed tightly as you stared at the three screens in front of you.
And for a brief secondâyou wondered if anyone would believe it was just fiction.
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