"Jungkook wakes you and Yoongi in the middle of the night, asking for help after an intense wet dream, which left him so, so needy for your touches. You and Yoongi instantly jump in to help him. He is your beloved babybun after all."
Pairing: Yoongi x f.Reader x Jungkook
Genre: established relationship!AU, polyamory!AU, Smut
Warnings: cutest sub!Jungkook, soft Daddy Dom!Yoongi, soft Mommy Dom!Reader, threesome, cozy sex under the blanket, they’re both teases, he is so neeeedyyyy, like so fucking needy, he is in the coziest subspace, kisses, neck kisses, thigh kisses, tummy kisses, hihi kisses <3, talks about wet dreams, implied male masturbation, implied multiple orgasms (Koo having), nursing handjob aka he sucks on her breasts while Yoongi jerks him off, in spooning position hngngn, he is so happy and cozy being their subby babyboy, subby boy tears, bodyworship, praise, nipple sucking, cuddles and snuggles for aftercare, they love him so much!
Wordcount: 3.3k
a/n: you guys asked for more soft and smutty throuple content and i am here delivering heheh istfg i love writing for them :( they are so perfect for each other and they are so cozy to write for, gosh i love them :( have fun besties hehe ily 💛
Yoongi is holding you in his sleep, sharing his blanket and pillow with you. His bed is huge, easily able to house four people comfortably, and yet you and he still somehow always end up snuggled together. You were the one seeking affection tonight, cuddling up to him in your sleep. You woke him up with it accidentally, but darling Yoongi merely took you into his arms, kissed your forehead and fell asleep again with a fond smile on his lips.
Now you are both slumbering deeply. You with your head on Yoongi’s shoulder, drooling on it and him with one hand cradling the back of your head and his cheek nuzzled against the crown of your head. How comfortable you both are. How deeply you sleep.
How cruel it feels when someone drags you from it. In loud whispers and desperate shakes of your bodies.
Yoongi wakes first, lifting his head slightly. He wanted to curse at whoever disturbed his peace, but changes his mind upon seeing a very distressed Jungkook by his bedside.
“Bun? What’s wrong?” he asks in a raspy voice, clearing it.
“Hyung”, Jungkook gets out weakly.
“What’s wrong, bub?”
Yoongi sits up slightly, waking you with the movement. You sit up as well, whining sleepily.
“Boongie, huggies.”
“Kook’s here.”
“What?”
You squint your eyes into the darkness. You can’t see anything except two red dots by Yoongi’s side of the bed blinking at you.
You roll over multiple times until you reach your bedside lamp, turning it on.
Yoongi was right. Jungkook is here. Wearing no shirt and with the bun he puts his hair in for sleep tilted to the right side. His bangs already spilled out of the hairstyle.
“What’s wrong, Kookie?” you ask him, shimmying back to where Yoongi is. You rest your cheek against his arm because you were still very sleepy.
“I had a dream.”
“Oh no, a bad dream?”
Jungkook shakes his head, “a dirty dream. I, I can’t make it go down.”
You and Yoongi look down at the same time. Jungkook isn’t wearing any pants either. His thighs and stomach are messy from previous orgasms, but his cock looked as if it was never pleasured before. It is still hard and flushed to the point it almost looks blue.
“Damn, Kook.”
“I’m sorry. I know I’m so annoying, but I dreamt about you two and I just” he sniffles, “please can you help me?”
You and Yoongi exchange a look. You are thinking the same thing. Neither of you could fall back asleep with the knowledge that your baby needed help.
You shimmy back to make space. Yoongi opens the blanket.
“Come here, bun.”
“Really?” Jungkook gasps, faltering in standing up.
“Yes baby, come here”, you encourage him.
“Oh god.”
Jungkook climbs over Yoongi and lays himself down in the warm, cozy nest you created. He is on his back, looking up at you and Yoongi with sparkling eyes. You and he scoot closer, sharing the warm blanket with your pretty boy. You cradle his face, while Yoongi caresses his torso.
Jungkook exhales shakily, shivering from the attention.
“Do you wanna tell us what you dreamed about?” you ask him in a soft voice.
Jungkook nods his head, gazing into your eyes submissively.
“I dreamed of you, Mommy.”
“Of me? What was I doing, babyboy?”
“You were kissing my neck.”
“Like this?”
Jungkook arches his back, rolling his head to the side as best as possible to allow your soft lips space. He is shivering and writhing, mewling sweetly. Your lips are so soft. Jungkook swears he is truly in a dream right now.
“Like this, baby?” you ask him as your lips ghost over his most loved spots.
“Yes, Mommy. Ah.”
Yoongi places a kiss to Jungkook’s shoulder, then watches you worship him with fond eyes. Jungkook’s cheeks are flushed, his brows furrowed and his pink lips parted. How pretty his baby looks when he gets loved so well. Yoongi can’t control his feelings and reaches out to trace Jungkook’s features with the back of his head.
“You’re so handsome, bun. Was I in the dream as well?”
“Yes, Daddy”, Jungkook mewls.
“What was I doing, mhm?”
“Licking my nipples.”
Yoongi purrs and slips under the blanket to make Jungkook’s dream a reality. He uses his fingers to play with the one he currently doesn’t have in his mouth, changing sides every now and then. Jungkook feels insanely out of breath because of it. Getting neck kisses is already lethal, but getting his nipples licked at the same is truly his end.
You and Yoongi work perfectly around each other, touching and kissing your sweet babyboy because he deserves it. Every now and then, it just so happens that your fingers brush against each other and you hold hands for but a second. It is so nice to know that you are sharing this moment of worship. The mewls Jungkook lets out are no surprise. The way he constantly gasps and fights for air is expected. Poor boy must have been so worked up from his dream. You and Yoongi can only imagine how desperately he touched himself, how he tried and tried and tried to make the ache go away only to realise that no matter how much he tried, he would still stay horny. Knowing Jungkook, he must have taken a long time to decide on whether he should disturb you or not. But in the end, his yearning was bigger.
How cute of him to leave his wing naked and messy just because he missed your affection too much.
“Stop, please.”
You and Yoongi lift your heads simultaneously. Yoongi reappears from the blanket with messy hair and glossy lips.
“What’s the matter, bun?”
“It’s too much, I can’t do this.”
“Too much, mhm. What should we do with you, mhm? Were you that sensitive in your dream too?”
Jungkook nods his head, whimpering shyly.
“Course you were. What did we do about it?”
“You licked my tummy and my thighs.”
“Good boy, keep telling us.”
You and Yoongi disappear under the blanket, licking Jungkook where he needed it. You and he purr and moan in bliss, lapping up the mess Jungkook made. He tastes sweet. His skin is silky soft and smooth, feeling wonderful under your tongues. How perfect of him to make such a mess. How delicious he is.
And Jungkook is a mess in another sense. He gasps and gasps and gasps, arching his entire lower back off the sheets repeatedly. It definitely didn’t feel that good in his dream. Your tongues are both so warm and soft and wet. Jungkook swears he might actually go up in flames.
You and Yoongi reach his hipbones. One lick by each is enough. One lick and Jungkook thrusts his hips into nothing, spilling the thickest and sweetest excitement and moaning so loudly it is as if someone sunk into him.
You and Yoongi exchange a look. This is new. Jungkook always reacts heavily to your touches, but never with such ecstasy. This is it. His sweet spot. You and Yoongi intertwine hands, communicating without words. You both stay at the spot, licking and kissing his hipbones while Jungkook moans as if he was being fucked senseless.
Soon you can watch in delight how his hand closes around his cock to pump it. He isn’t even aware that he is doing it, but all this thrusting and writhing made his cock rub against the sheets. Paired with the attention to his hip bones, and Jungkook is utterly gone. He needs to touch his cock, throwing his head back as he does.
“Mommy….Daddy…..ah, thank you….”
Another look gets exchanged between you and Yoongi. You are thinking the same thing. Yoongi places his hand around Jungkook’s and stops his movements with little effort.
“Please”, Jungkook begs, but all the begging won’t give him what he needs. Yoongi keeps his hand tight around his hand, keeping it still this way. And all Jungkook gets is warm pressure around his base. It isn’t enough to give him what he craves and so he is destined to repeatedly whisper his begs for more. Which obviously aren’t fulfilled yet.
You and Yoongi kiss your way down to Jungkook’s thighs. He parts them instantly, throbbing in Yoongi’s constricting touch.
“Please.”
“Mhhm”, you answer him in purrs, kissing what he so willingly presents.
His thighs are so huge and muscular. So warm and soft. And so full of cum. You lick them clean thoroughly and happily, moaning in bliss. Jungkook starts off quietly with little gasps and sighs, but by the end of it, he is whining. Loudly. And desperately. His thighs are wet from your tongues, his cock is huge and bruised from not being touched and his head is so dizzy that he feels as if he was on a endless carousel.
“Please stop it, please”, he squeaks out.
You and Yoongi appear instantly, both messy and heated up from the blanket. Your lips are both glossy, your eyes darkened in hunger.
“Had enough, mhm?” Yoongi asks, slipping his hand from Jungkook’s cock.
Jungkook nods his head vigorously.
“Touch me please.” He looks at Yoongi submissively. “Please Daddy, please.”
Yoongi smiles fondly, “and what should Mommy do in the meantime?”
Jungkook glances at your clothed chest.
“Uhm…oh god, I don’t wanna say. It’s so dirty.”
“Say it, bun. We can only help you if you’re honest with us.”
“In, in my dream I sucked Mommy’s nipples while Daddy was touching me.”
You and Yoongi smile.
“Good job, babyboy.”
You take off your shirt and throw it to the side. Jungkook gasps out a starstruck “wow”, gazing at you.
Yoongi purrs and reaches over Jungkook to massage your breasts gently.
“You’re so beautiful, my princess love”, he rasps, earning himself a fond smile.
He ends his affection with a soft kiss to your lips then you settle into the next position. You lie down on your side, welcoming Jungkook who instantly begins sucking on your breasts as he melts into your hug. He sounds so overwhelmingly happily that his noises are close to sobs. But he is happy. Really happy. And comfortable. And cozy. And so entirely vulnerable. He is currently entirely dependent on you and Yoongi. There is no autonomous thought in his brain, no desire to decide for himself. He is utterly and entirely existing for you and Yoongi.
So when Yoongi spoons him and begins kissing his shoulder, Jungkook almost cries. When seconds later, Yoongi begins touching his cock in the position, Jungkook actually cries.
He shakes and shivers, seeking your embrace while his hips roll into Yoongi’s fist.
“I know baby, I know. That feels good doesn’t it?” you talk to him, gazing at Yoongi’s face so cozily snuggled into Jungkook’s shoulder. You can see that he has his eyes closed and you can watch the muscles in his arms flex as he moves his hand around Jungkook’s cock.
You reach out to run your fingers through Yoongi’s soft hair. He falters for a second only to catch himself and look at you over Jungkook’s shoulder. You smile at him, telling him silently that you think he was beautiful right now. Yoongi returns the smile and snuggles back into Jungkook’s shoulder to kiss it repeatedly. His hand speeds up around Jungkook’s cock, forcing loud mewls out of the sweet man.
“Does it feel good, babyboy? Is Daddy touching you how you like it?”
Jungkook nods his head, drooling all over your nipple. He can’t talk because you fucked him non-verbal.
“Of course he does. Such a sweet boy, being in our arms like this. Keep doing so well baby, you are doing so well.”
“So well”, Yoongi agrees, “love how perfect your pretty cock feels.”
Jungkook kicks the sheets slightly, grasping you for help. His drool is all over your breasts by now, he can’t seem to decide whether he wants to lick or suck. He is so completely gone, leaking all over Yoongi’s hand as well.
“Aw I know baby, you’re such a sweet boy”, you coo at him as you feel his submissive noises against your skin.
“Mommy’s right. You’re such a sweet boy for us. You’ve got the prettiest cock, bunbun. So leaky and sensitive”, Yoongi purrs, playing with Jungkook’s tip.
Jungkook exhales and it sounds so exhausted and ruined. He inhales and scratches your back, croaking out a helpless “Mommy…Daddy…” before taking your nipples back into his mouth. He is sucking them, having given up on licking them entirely. The sucking motion is way too comforting for Jungkook not to get lost in it. It is also the only thing helping him through the unbearable pleasure Yoongi makes him feel. Yoongi is so good in what he does. His hand is so big and his fingers so long that it closes around so much of Jungkook’s cock. The pressure is perfect, the speed as well. Yoongi knows exactly what Jungkook needs and it overwhelms him so much that all which helps is the comfort of your breasts.
Jungkook shakes, wiggling his legs and grinding his butt into Yoongi’s crotch. He managed to get his Daddy hard. Jungkook shakes even more at the aspect, grinding back against him harder.
“Don’t be scared, bunbun. We’ve got you”, Yoongi assures him, massaging his tip in throbbing motions. He knows that his boy likes when he does that. Jungkook always moans especially sweetly when he does it. He is also not numb to his needy grinds, finding it just a little difficult to stay collected. Jungkook’s butt feels really fucking good against his cock and his big thighs are so cute as they keep rubbing against his own thighs.
Jungkook whimpers.
“We’ve got you, baby”, you assure him.
It’s too much. All of it. Jungkook loves the comfort of your breasts so much that his head is turning. For the longest time, he wasn’t aware of how much he loved it until one cozy autumn eve where he found himself snuggled into them. You were reading a book and he was doing nothing, being bored. So he laid on your chest while you played with his hair. You were so soft and comfortable that something inside him changed. He suddenly needed your breasts in his mouth. And so he begged you and you allowed him. Back then, it was innocent at first, just a moment of comforting intimacy between you and him. It was sweet and cozy and nice, until desire hit. You ended up underneath him while he topped you teary eyed and snotty in the middle of the shared sitting room, thanking you over and over again for “being his pretty Mommy” and for “making him feel so good.”
Ever since that day, Jungkook has been obsessed with having your breasts in his mouth. It turns him submissive and droopy, completely shuts off his brain and makes him so sensitive that he can’t take whatever is done to him.
Tonight is no exception. Paired with the warm nest he is in, being cuddled by two of his favourite people, being constantly praised and being touched by Yoongi. There is no way in hell, Jungkook could have lasted a long time.
Yoongi is able to do three more strokes and then Jungkook breaks with such intensity, Yoongi actually startles.
Jungkook goes cross-eyed despite having them closed. He scratches you harder and sucks on your nipple with such vigour, you can literally feel how he bruises it.
But you bite back for his sake, scratching his scalp as he shoots all over your stomach.
“Good boy. Such a good boy”, you praise him.
“Cum for us, bun. We’re so proud of you” Yoongi talks him through it and together you help him experience the most intense body and soul orgasm. The kind which actually changes the trajectory of one’s life and which makes one wonder how on earth one was able to survive before it.
Jungkook shakes and shakes and shakes, finally finding the kind of release he needed. He cries snot and tears, finding it difficult to breathe. He feels so small, so fragile and easily abusable. And it’s not scary because he is safe in your arms. He is being loved and cared for.
Jungkook doesn’t want to stop sucking your nipple after his high died down. He is still twitching and trembling, sobbing and sniffling as he sucks on your breasts needily. It hurts on your end. He managed to make them so sore that it gets uncomfortable.
“Stop it now, baby”, you tell him and hiss in pain, “it’s getting really sore.”
Yoongi lifts his head instantly, studying the honest discomfort on your features.
He buries his hand in Jungkook’s ruined hair and tugs. Like magic, Jungkook lets off your nipple, allowing Yoongi to drag him away and into a kiss. He wants to suck and lick? Yoongi is going to give him something else to suckle on. He purrs happily, caressing Jungkook’s cheeks as the latter sucks and licks his lips and tongue needily. It is almost instinct. As if the only option bringing him peace is sucking.
And while Yoongi lets Jungkook find comfort in the sloppy kiss, you check on your nipples. Hard and swollen and seriously bruised. You can’t even touch them without feeling the need to flinch back. Wearing clothes is going to be difficult for the next few days.
“Shit. So sore.”
Yoongi looks up, still kissing Jungkook. He reaches out with his messied hand, caressing you under your sore breasts. You give him a grateful smile, melting under his touch. He is always so gentle with you.
Yoongi closes his eyes and concentrates back on his Jungkook. He hugs him and tilts his head back to kiss him deeper. So much deeper. To the point where Jungkook asks himself how he was ever able to exist without the two of you by his side.
Once the kiss breaks, their lips are both puffy and glossy. Jungkook’s lower lip trembles a little, but Yoongi wipes it away gently.
“No more tears, my little prince. We’re so proud of you.”
“Hyung”, Jungkook presses out in a broken voice.
“I know, bub. Don’t worry, we’re here.”
Jungkook sniffles, looking at you next. He studies your chest.
“Mommy”, he croaks, tearing up in guilt.
“I’m alright. Just a little sore”, you assure him and pinch his cheek, “you cute little munch you.”
Jungkook giggles, hiding away in the pillow. You and Yoongi cuddle closer, touching his drained body gently. He melts in relaxation, letting out sighs of comfort.
“Mommy? Daddy?” he whispers.
“Yes, bun?” “Yes, babyboy?”
“Please don’t send me away.”
“Gosh baby, don’t worry. You can stay. Come here.” You lie down and let him hide in your chest. “Careful of my nipples though.”
“I’m so sorry, Mommy. What can I do to make it better?”
“Just be comfortable, okay?”
“Yes, Mommy.” He snuggles into you. “I’m sorry for hurting you.”
“It’s okay, baby. I’m not mad at you. Just relax now, baby. You did nothing wrong.”
“Okay, Mommy”, he sighs, feeling so warm in his chest.
Yoongi snuggles into Jungkook’s back, playing with his pubes mindlessly.
“I’m sorry, Daddy.”
“For what, bun?”
“I made a mess in your sheets.”
“That’s okay, bun. We’ll make a bigger mess of ‘em tomorrow morning.”
“Boongie, what are you planning?”
“Just something good. Once my body isn’t one second away from sleep.”
“Yeah, true”, you agree with a yawn. “Can’t wait to get sleeping again. Tonight’s such a good night to sleep.”
“Mmh definitely”, Yoongi agrees, placing his hand on your waist so he was holding both you and Jungkook.
Jungkook melts between you and Yoongi, finally feeling sleepy as well.
“I love you, Mommy and Daddy”, he whispers quietly.
“We love you too, babybun.”
“Mhm, we love you.”
“Thank you for helping me”, he barely gets the words out because his body finally reached his ruin.
“Anytime, babybun.”
Jungkook falls asleep moments later, completely and entirely ruined but so, so happy. He knew that coming to you and Yoongi for help would be the right idea. You will always take care of him. Even when he is stupid and small and snotty in submission.
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description: You’re at an Old World party, and apparently long ago humans had this game called seven minutes in heaven. At first you thought it honestly sounded sort of lame, but when a certain hot alien is thrown into the mix, well, things get interesting.
NOTE: Hey guys! Just wanted to give anyone interested a snippet of what I’ve been currently working on. It will be a bit out of context, but the mechanics of all things alien will be explained when the full version is out. Hope you enjoy the preview!! (It will be one part)
“A perfect match, huh?” You pursed your lips, mulling a proposal over in your head. You let your hand drift forward, your thumb grazing along the edge of Jungkook’s collarbone. He looked down at where you were touching him, his chest rising a little faster. The reaction from him emboldened you to say your idea out loud. “Can we test that theory?”
Jungkook stilled, his eyes meeting yours. “And how would you like to test it?”
You swallowed before answering. The words seemed to get stuck in your throat. After all, this was as exciting as it was terrifying. “Well, you said that some Veridian’s venom doesn’t work that strongly on some humans. And you said your fringes wouldn’t have gone as crazy as they did unless I was a human that would react, uhm, strongly, to yours. I wanna see if that’s true.” You tried shrugging casually, but you were breathless as you said the last part. “I want you to use your venom on me.”
Jungkook stared at you for a moment, biting at his bottom lip as if he had to contemplate on something before finally answering you. “I’m not sure that's a good idea tonight.”
Immediately you glanced down at the bed, looking away from him. You were surprised by the denial. After all the talk of compatible pheromones and such, you figured it was a safe request to make without much chance of being humiliated. You started to move back along the bed, trying to put a little bit of distance between the two of you now that things had gotten a little awkward on your end. Suddenly though, his hand darted out, grabbing your jaw and forcing you to look at him once more.
He was tsking at you with that smug grin on his face. “For someone who made me promise I wouldn’t fuck you tonight, you seem surprisingly sad about not being given a venom that would make that promise difficult to keep.” He caressed his thumb along your mouth. “If I had it my way, I’d drown you with it.”
Oh, so that was why he was refusing. You would say that it calmed your racing heart, knowing that you hadn’t embarrassed yourself from asking, but his words had actually made it worse. Suddenly you felt hot, your breathing shallow like his hand was around your throat instead of your face.
After giving yourself a moment to collect yourself you cleared your throat, trying to sound confident as you spoke again. “You don't have the self control to not give in?” You asked.
He chuckled, letting his hand wander to gently pet at your temple. “It’s not my self control I’m worried about, darling.”
Your brows furrowed and you laughed at the insinuation. “Me? You’re worried about my self control?”
He nodded. “You’ve never experienced it. You don’t know what it feels like. It’s intense. Especially since I know you’d react strongly to mine. And I wouldn’t be able to stand having to just sit there and watch while you were in pain.”
“In pain?” You asked, confused. “I thought you said your venom was a perfect match for me? That it would feel… good?” You said the last word hesitantly.
“It would,” He said with all the confidence in the world. “And yes, you’d feel euphoric—at first. Your body would be flooded with this sense of desire that can be overwhelming, and it sometimes makes you act like you normally wouldn’t. More forward, almost a little animalistic. But once that initial high wears off, if you aren’t being satisfied by someone—if the venom has nowhere to go—it will start to hurt. Badly. And I don’t want that for you at all.”
You took in the information that he was telling you. That this thing that you thought would be amazing could possibly be painful if not done in the right way. It should’ve scared you away. It should’ve prompted you to immediately ask him to disregard your initial proposal. But something in you wanted to just have some sense of what this connection between the two of you truly was. Plus, you weren’t even sure if you’d ever see Jungkook again after tonight. So you decided to change course.
“So just to be clear. When you said I would need to be satisfied, that means an orgasm, right?” You didn’t know why your skin felt so hot asking him that. After all, you were the one that had asked to be flooded with an aphrodisiac just moments ago.
“Yes, but if enough venom is in your system, simple touching isn’t gonna cut it. Just using my hand or tongue isn’t gonna be enough for you, unfortunately.”
He gave you an apologetic frown, but now all you were thinking about was his hand or head between your legs. The visuals had you squeezing your limbs together. He definitely noticed by the flair of his nostrils and the slight dart of his eyes below your waist.
You decided to ignore that and cut to your next proposal. “You said if enough venom is in my system. You can control the amount, right? What if it’s just a tiny bit.”
He smiled at you. His hand that was holding his head up, threading through his hair like he was getting tired of holding back. He leaned forward across the small gap between you, his forehead touching yours. When he started speaking, his breath danced across your mouth and it sent a tremor through your entire jaw. “You’re making it very difficult for me to say no, when you’re basically begging me to eat you out with my fingers inside your pussy. That’s what you’re asking me to do, right? When the venom is making your skin feel like it’s on fucking fire because it needs me to touch it so badly. When your cunt is dripping and won’t stop until you’re coming around me over and over again. That’s what you want?”
A moan slipped up your throat, and you had no shame in hiding it. You were far beyond that at this point. After hearing those dirty words from his mouth, there was nothing that could deter you from seeing this through.
⟨ 🏁 ⟩ ──── the bet was simple: lose the race and they get to fuck you exactly the way they’ve always wanted, rivals jungkook and taehyung make damn sure you lose by cheating then finally delivers every sinful promise and months of sexual tension that’s been building between the three of you on and off the track.
PAIRING 𓏵 jungkook x f.reader x taehyung (m/f/m)
GENRE 𓏵 sports au, motorcycle racing, enemies to lovers, threesome, polygamy, BDSM, porn with little plot, smut, fluff
WARNINGS 𓏵 18+, explicit smut, switch!taekook and reader but mostly sub!reader, powerplay with switch energy, reader is a baddie and doesn't back down so easily, she has a clit piercing, body worship with black gloved hands, public sex, sex on the bike and on the floor, exhibitionism risk, size kink, they argue even during sex, unprotected sex, creampie, multiple positions and orgasms, rough sex, manhandling, double and triple penetration, biting and bruising, spanking, praise + degradation kink, oral sex (f. receiving), fingering, pussy play, breast play, pussy spanking, so much clit play and rubbing because they're obsessed with it, face riding and eating out, reader intentionally suffocates them with her cunt, spitting, cum play, overstimulation and edging, cum denial, masochism, foot fetish, toe sucking, reader calls them a good boy, jungkook likes being petted, she literally uses their mouths and fingers to orgasm, oral sex (m. receiving), cock stroking, face and throat fucking, blowjob, hair pulling, breath play, cock torture (reader uses her sharp nails and the boys like it), bondage, anal sex, fisting, breeding kink, crying during sex, cum swapping and eating, cervix stimulation, they fill her to the brim, sweet loving aftercare and confessions, more tags to be added in the main oneshot...
WC 𓏵 25k+ ( estimated )
NOTE 𓏵 i've always wanted to write a sports au and since another taekook smut was highly requested after "pinned between them" i wanted to give you darlings a little surprise! i can't wait to start writing this and i'm so excited to share this fic with y'all! i'm hoping to post it soon, let me know what you think! this oneshot is gonna be very different from anything i've written before *kisses*
TAGLIST 𓏵 [ OPEN .ᐟ ]
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“you're late.” taehyung called out roughly.
“getting nervous already sweetheart?”
you rolled up to the starting line between them with your bike, to your left jungkook straddled his bike, helmet in hand, looking like he already owned the entire track, that knowing smirk in place.
to your right was taehyung, his dark eyes fixed on you, tongue coming out to lick at his lower lip sensually as if already imagining what's about to happen after this race.
you pulled your own helmet up just enough to speak.
“just giving you both a few extra seconds to pretend you still have a chance.”
“cute, keep talking like that and we'll make sure you regret it...” jungkook rasps.
your heart pounds as you let out a scoff, rolling your eyes, hoping that none of them noticed the way your hands shook slightly, the ache between your legs present whenever one of them was around, your pierced clit throbbing hotly.
the three of you had been doing this for months, always competing in race, arguing about who's the best in literally every game, trying to insult and put the other down.
the rivalry was too obvious in front of everyone but the sexual tension was simmering even more... like it was threatening to burst any moment.
neither of them had ever admitted out loud how long they'd both been watching you and needing you.
that you unknowingly fueled a fire in their veins, made them feel more alive than any race or win ever could.
today's bet was different.
one that was agreed to by the two of them very easily almost and you should've known better of their intentions.
the rules were simple.
it would either end everything or be the beginning of something neither of you could resist.
it would all start with who would win.
taehyung leaned over his handlebars, eyes half lidded as they locked on you.
“reminder of the terms, the loser needs to do whatever the winner says, rules are rules.”
your mouth went dry and jungkook chuckled beside you, his gaze never left your face, intent on them as if he and taehyung were planning something very very dirty.
one that might not end well.
“you're that confident you'll win huh?”
“i'm that confident that you'll lose.” jungkook answers.
“and when you do, we're both gonna bend you over that little bike of yours right here on the track and fuck the attitude out of you until you can't talk shit anymore.”
your jaw clenched, your confident expression faltering for a while after you registered his words.
you swallowed, being the first one to look away, the flushed tint on your cheeks visible even with the helmet on.
you hated giving them the satisfaction of backing down but you didn't wanna focus on how much their words affected your body.
you wanted to win the race and put them in their place, the way you've always wanted to.
you're going to give both these men a goddamn lesson they'll never forget easily.
they'll remember it their entire lives.
“keep dreaming, both of you.”
as soon as the words left your mouth, the flag was raised, indicating the start of the game.
some part of you already knew exactly what was waiting for you the second the checkered flag dropped.
the three of you shot forward side by side, the only thing present in your hearts was the desire of winning as always.
today it was the desire for something else entirely.
somewhere along the race, jungkook's voice crackled loud enough for you to hear.
“don't forget what you promised if you lose baby.”
your grip tightened on the throttle, your answering laugh was meant to sound unbothered but it came out shaky already half ruined.
“i didn't promise you shit!” you hissed.
“we'll see about that.”
the finish red line waited so did your fate.
you couldn't forget the words they had whispered against your ear earlier.
“tonight you’re ours... no more pretending, no more racing around it.”
[ to be continued... ]
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a young man returns to a small town he hasn't seen in years, and a house he hasn't lived in since before the last president was born, only to find that a stray cat has given birth to kittens in his closet.
pairing: vampire!jeongguk x nerdy f veterinarian!reader (with a special interest in the science and biology aspect of the supernatural lol)
genre: sorta scifi-ish, fluff, minor angst, some smut later on
author's note: this is quite long.... i hope you like it!! <3
The moment you wake up, you're already fantasizing about Jeongguk's deep red blood in your fridge. With an appointment in the outskirts of town at 11 a.m., it leaves you… two hours, you conclude from the time displayed on your phone.
Rolling out of bed, you pick your white IKEA robe up from the floor where you dropped it last night, draping it over your silk nightgown and heading toward the bathroom to pee.
It hits you two minutes later, as you're standing in front of your open fridge, that you have vampire blood in there. The color-marked vials are staring back at you where they lie in all their glory, right next to a can of sugar-free Red Bull and the entirely empty bottle of ketchup you should've thrown out a month ago and that you evidently missed during your latest cleaning session.
Two of the three vials, you centrifuged at the clinic, meaning they're prepared for machine analysis but won't tell you much under the microscope. That's why you saved one, grabbing it—and the Red Bull—and putting them on the kitchen table, using your forearm to clear a space from the newly acquired library books.
You make a mental note to put the other two vials in the freezer since you don't know when you'll have a chance to analyze them at the clinic.
Vampire blood, how crazy. It's all you think about as you venture into your living room and pluck the microscope down from a shelf. Vampire blood. Who would've thought? When Jeongguk isn't near, it's easier to look at the situation objectively because are you entirely sure you met a vampire? You didn't just dream everything during a particularly rough fever?
But the blood staring at you from the kitchen table is different from what you usually deal with.
Preparing microscope slides is a process very familiar to you; something you could do with your eyes closed, but you don't think you've ever been as curious as you currently are, doing this one. The blood in the vial—already containing a bit of anticoagulant—is dark, and so is the drop you slowly transfer onto the thin glass slide with a plastic pipette.
Carefully, you place the coverslip on top, the smell of iron already wafting to your nose. It's not unpleasant, just… a lot stronger than what you're used to.
Leaning forward and putting your eyes to the ocular lenses, you switch the objective lens and adjust the position of the stage under it until the cells are sharp. You're not sure what you expected exactly, but you're not that surprised to see the massive amount of red blood cells; after all, they're what give the blood its red hue.
What you didn't expect was for them to be so much smaller than those of a human. You zoom in further, finding that they look a lot like ordinary red blood cells—almost like donuts—just smaller. Normally, having smaller red blood cells is a condition in itself and nothing good, but paired together with the astronomical amount of them?
There are surprisingly few goats in your town. When you do treat any, the most common reasons are difficult births, castrations, or urinary blockages, and therefore, it's been a long while since you got the chance to inspect caprine blood up close.
Taking a step back, you search for the phone you put somewhere as you prepared the microscope, finding it a little too close to the sink for your liking, before opening the browser and quickly typing 'goat erythrocytes'.
Just as you remembered: although rounder, the cells in the images that pop up are definitely smaller. There's also a shitload more of them, tightly packed like Jeongguk's. And as far as you can recall, those features are essentially what allow goats to live at higher altitudes, where the air is thinner and oxygen scarcer.
Since the exchange of oxygen happens at the membrane surface, and a bunch of smaller cells still have more surface area than fewer, larger ones, they're capable of transporting a lot more oxygen.
Satisfied with yet another plausible, logical explanation, you put the phone down and lean back in to the oculars, only to find that, despite the anticoagulant from the vial, Jeongguk's blood is already clotting.
Apparently, you lack one human emotion: shame. You know you possessed it as recently as a few days ago, but you must've lost it somewhere?
"Thank you so much."
"No problem, I'll email you the bill," you say, waving the relieved horse owner goodbye as you turn to the clinic car, vet bag firmly in hand.
A mere second after you've planted yourself into the driver's seat, you reach for the phone, pulling it out of your pocket. Your hands are dirty, fingers covered in that dark grime that comes from scratching a horse too long, but you barely notice as you inspect the screen for a reply to a text you sent an hour ago.
You: Hey, you wouldn't happen to be home, would you?
You don't even care if you just saw him yesterday. Or actually, you do care, cause it's embarrassing, but he also said to ask all the questions before he leaves town, so that's what you're doing.
You: Cause I'm driving by not far from you and I happen to have this jar I'd like you to spit in?
Yes, you're double-texting even.
But shame's claws reach and miss because just below your latest text, there's a reply.
Jeon Jeongguk: Stop by whenever. If I don't open then the door is unlocked.
Confusion grows as you start the car. Why wouldn't he simply open the door?
You try to think of a reason the entire ride there, none the wiser even as you step out of the car—hands cleaned by three antiseptic wipes—and walk up the stairs to the black-painted door.
However, five or so seconds after you knock, you hear footsteps approach on the other side, and then the door opens with a slight creak.
"Hey."
Jeongguk isn't wearing a shirt; only light blue jeans that you suspect he usually pairs with a belt because they're hanging a little too low on his hips, showcasing another white waistband stamped with the letters of Mr Klein.
Your wide eyes take him in, but his naked top half—bulging with muscle and skin even looking invitingly warm—isn't even what gathers most of your attention. No, that would be his black hair, messy and sticking out in multiple directions, and his half-closed, hooded eyes.
"Hi," you reply, your voice a tad too quiet as you admire him.
You'd try to hide it better, but it doesn't seem like he notices your slight—and almost dreamy—smile as he opens the door further and steps back. You follow, closing the door behind you and bend down to remove your shoes. While down there, you happen to notice that he's barefoot.
"Were you… sleeping?" you ask as you straighten up, seeing him look just a little more awake. Key word: a little.
He nods, turning to lead you somewhere. "Yeah, I tried to stay awake, but I ate just before you texted and that means I sleep after, like… almost involuntarily."
You follow, warmth spreading throughout your chest and not only because he's close by, his body heat radiating through your clothes.
"You sleep after eating?" you ask, endeared to hell and back. "You should've just told me you were busy today."
He stops in the kitchen, turning to you. You drop your bag on the floor.
"Yeah," he smiles lazily. "I can stay awake, but it's difficult."
"I can tell," you joke, tilting your head. God, why is he so endearing. "Do you think I could take your blood after you've eaten some time? See the difference and what makes you so sleepy?"
He nods. "Sure. Now?"
You pat your pockets, an act entirely uselessly since you don't keep your vet equipment there regardless.
"I don't have the right equipment with me, unfortunately. Maybe some other day?"
"Sure," he rubs his naked arm, yawning. "…Want me to bring blood to the clinic and drink it there?"
"I'd love that. Or…" You suddenly remember something. "When you say that you're hard to wake… Maybe it would be a bad idea to have you sleep at the clinic in case someone shows up again?"
His quick reflexes, speed, and agility were definitely the only reason Momo didn't find him at the clinic last time. You remember how heavy his limp arm was in your hands; what the hell would you even begin to do if someone came and Jeongguk wasn't waking up?
"Hm, you're right," he seemingly agrees, leaning against the counter, arms crossed lazily across his naked chest. "Come here then?"
"Sure," you agree, trying not to stare too blatantly at his chest or his arms. Or his abs and the faint little happy trail creeping up toward his belly button.
"Great. So… you wanted me to… spit in a cup?" he reminds you, and it looks like he's about to yawn again.
Suddenly reminded, you reach into your bag. "Yes, but also… I got a hold of one of these," you say, straightening up and holding the cup out to him. It's made out of a clear plastic with a soft, almost rubber-like lid up top.
"You want me to pee in it or what?" he asks, taking the cup from your hand and tilting it curiously in his.
"No," you snicker. "Although if you'd pee in a cup for me as well, I wouldn't turn it down. This is a special cup used for venomous snakes. Put their heads to the top, wiggle it a little, and they'll bite. Their fangs will sink through the lid here and the venom drips through and collects at the bottom."
He moves the cup to his mouth. "I just…?" he asks, demonstrating by sinking his teeth into the air above the cup.
"Yeah. Bite it and hold it there for as long as there's venom."
"Will you lend me your hand?"
Surprised—and with your heart skipping a quick beat—you blink but nonetheless offer him your left hand, electricity traveling through your skin when he takes it in his. He holds it so gently, feeling so warm against you, tired eyes finding some sort of focus as they lock onto yours, and he lowers his face to your wrist.
"I thought you… didn't need anything like this?" you ask quietly, heart jumping when he ghosts his nose over the sensitive skin of your wrist.
"Technically, I don't," he says, letting go of your hand and straightening up. You don't see any fangs. "Certain occasions make it easier, though. Like at the bar, when I was drunk, or now, when I'm already full and half asleep."
Nodding because his explanations are logical after all, you watch as he sinks his teeth—fangs—into the taut lid of the cup. Through the plastic, you see drops fall and liquid slowly pool at the bottom.
Then, you hear something. Something… small. You look down, seeing one of the kittens on its hind legs, clumsily reaching up toward you. "Oh, hello?"
It's so much bigger than when you last saw it and its siblings, and you crouch down, carefully picking the black little kitten up. It meows again, settling into your soft hold until it seemingly does a double take at Jeongguk, who stands motionless, watching, with his teeth still in the cup. The little kitten stares.
"What is dad doing, huh?" you coo quietly, smiling at the curious kitten.
Looking at the father in question, he lets out an amused breath before he removes his teeth from the cup, lifting it to inspect the results.
"Is this enough?"
You follow his gaze, watching the liquid at the bottom. It's much less than the blood you collected, and it's relatively translucent.
"Yeah, thank you so much," you say—way too excited—putting the kitten down and watching it dash away to pick a fight with an approaching sibling.
From your bag, you grab the other cup, a standard one meant for saliva, and you hold it out to Jeongguk, trading it for the collected venom.
"I just spit in this one?"
You nod, attention fully on the venom in the clear cup. It's just a tad thicker than water, fluidly following gravity as you tilt the small container.
"Do you happen to know the best way to store this?" you ask, peering over at Jeongguk, who's in the middle of letting his spit drip down into the other cup. "Because snake venom, for instance, is pretty sensitive and needs to be chilled rather quickly. But snakes are, you know, 'cold-blooded,' and you're like, insanely warm. I'm thinking I just go home and put it in the fridge? I'll definitely look at it tonight."
"I don't think it's that sensitive, but I know you can freeze it."
He hands you the other cup as well, and you pack them away safely in your bag.
"So… when are you free?" you ask, trying not to blush. "For the blood?"
Looking like he's soon succumbing to sleep whether he likes it or not, Jeongguk shrugs. "Tomorrow? If that works for you?"
You nod. "Sure. I'm busy later tomorrow, but sometime during the day? When do you typically… eat?"
"Noon?" he suggests.
You nod again, grabbing your bag. "I can do that."
"Yeah, but they just didn't care about it."
Nayeon tips her glass back and forth on the table, chin resting in her other hand. "That's insane. Child-free means child-free; why would they be exempt?"
"Yeah, but what did Dahyun do?" you chime in to ask. "I get that she's too nice, but she had a wedding organizer, didn't she? Couldn't that person throw them out?"
Just before a drunk dude—trying to squeeze past your table and the queue of people waiting to order at the bar—elbows her beer, Momo throws her hand out to catch it. She mutters something you don't quite hear over the music and loud voices before she gathers her thoughts.
"I asked the same, but she apparently threatened to cause a scene, so Dahyun just let her be. But the organizer… encouraged her to look after her kids so they wouldn't ruin anything else."
"Jeez," Nayeon shakes her head. "I just do not understand. Get a babysitter or don't go?"
You're about to agree when you hear someone call your name. It's a man's voice, but not the one you've come to prefer.
It's Joshua, approaching your table, his sight set on you while simultaneously scanning the area as if searching for his friends. Momo and Nayeon barely register what's happening before he's standing before you, leaning his palms on the table.
"Yo, what the fuck was up with that guy?" Joshua questions, looking confused and frustrated more than angry.
"What do you mean? What guy?" you ask, entirely comfortable with playing dumb.
"The guy you were with? Who lifted a car with one hand?"
You lean back in your seat, feeling your friends' confused gazes on your face and trying to channel something similar, your forehead creasing. "Lifted a car? That's not possible. I don't know what you're trying to do, but it's not fun, can we please just move on?"
Tight-lipped, he stares at you, and it brings you immense satisfaction to know that he and his friends must realize that somehow, you were right. You found something, but you're not sharing.
"Dude, what are you even on?" Momo questions. "Leave before we call security. Preferably the town."
Joshua looks between you, and then scans the heads around him that he can see. But luckily, his friends don't seem to be close by, and there's not much he can do but shake his head in frustration and walk away.
Keeping your eyes on him, you turn in your chair, and right before he disappears behind another group of people, he looks back over his shoulder. Without Momo and Nayeon seeing, you drop the confused and slightly hurt look on your face and give him a small smile.
Scientists, the whole bunch of you, you know Jeongguk would have them frothing at the mouth the same way he has you, but you. are. not. sharing. At least not with them; if it were up to you, you'd definitely consider letting your own friends in on the secret.
Meeting Momo and Nayeon's very puzzled looks, you do feel bad for essentially lying to them. But it isn't your secret to share, and you made a promise not to.
"I just don't understand what their problem is," Nayeon questions, clearly upset. God, you're a lucky girl, having friends like yours. "If they say one more thing, I think you should tell Joon because he'll give them a piece of his mind, and a man's scolding might—unfortunately—be what they need."
"Or Yoongi," Momo adds. "Yoongi, when angry, is not fun."
You think about the black haired man with unimpressed, cat-like features. "I've never… I don't think I've ever seen Yoongi mad."
"He doesn't raise his voice or anything, he just…" Momo grimaces. "You know the creepy guy with mals?"
You shake your head slowly. Belgian Malinois seem to be the go-to dog breed for creepy guys. Either that or toy poodles.
"The white, bald guy? I think he's on steroids. He threatened Sana like, years ago, and Yoongi made him leave the clinic, like, tail between his legs, with one sentence and a look."
"Rings a bell," you nod, thinking back to when you first started at the clinic. "I guess it's not that surprising, actually? Yoongi is… I can't even describe him, but he works by vibe? He can have the same no-expression on his face, and you know exactly what mood he's in regardless."
"Yeah. And he's sweet. You should tell him. Or Joon."
You lean back. "I don't know. If they approach me again, I'll think about it, but I don't feel like they're dangerous. Mostly annoying at this point."
"Still, they need to know it's not acceptable," Momo says, lifting the beer to her lips.
"Yeah," you breathe in agreement. "What time is it?"
"Eleven, just about," Nayeon answers, looking at her phone.
"I should get going." You slap your thighs like an old man having been out too late.
"You have the day off tomorrow, though, don't you?"
"Yeah, but I'm spent," you lie. There's one cup of spit and one of venom in your fridge, and they're both calling your name. God, aren't you a special kind.
Nayeon narrows her eyes. "Are you seeing someone we don't know about?"
Just about to stand, you freeze. "Uh, no? Why?"
"Cause Joshua mentioned a guy. And you have been a little absent lately."
Fuck.
"Okay, well…. It's not what you think, okay?" you start, deciding on a smaller white lie. "You know the guy with the stray kittens?"
Momo's eyes widen comically. "Uh… yeah?"
"I'm not seeing him as in seeing him, but I've been helping him with the kittens off-hours. He's not really an animal guy—well, he seems to like animals, he just lacks experience—and I don't really feel great charging him when he's doing a good deed, raising them."
"Oh, that's nice." Nayeon nods.
"But you like him too?" Momo asks, watching your cheeks start to burn.
Fine, seems like you have to admit defeat to your friends—just like you did your mother—at least a bit.
"You saw him," you point out, stirring the melting remains of ice in your glass with the straw. "How could I not?"
Momo chuckles. "That's why I'm wondering. Does he happen to have any friends in town?"
Before you can help it, your eyes widen. "Yeah, he does. Saw an entire friend group with him like… three weeks ago; they're all gorgeous."
"Well, let us know if you see them again," Nayeon encourages, smirking.
You laugh, partially at your friends and partially nervously at what you might've just signed up for. Jeongguk told you his friends were vampires too; would you set your friends onto vampires?
Sure, Jeongguk's nice, but you don't know his friends, and the last thing you want is direct your friends onto someone's dinner plate.
"I will."
"Alright. So, if you're really going home and not to cat guy's, let us know when you've gotten back, okay? If we don't hear from you in twenty, we're calling the cops."
You roll your eyes, but nod. Luckily, they didn't ask whether 'cat guy' actually lifted a car or not.
Walking home from the bar usually takes you around 12 minutes, the perks of living in a small town, but tonight, the…. eyes you think you feel on you as soon as you venture off the lively street have you covering the distance in 8.
Maybe it's paranoia? After all, you started feeling watched only after you conveniently found out there could be an assailant slowly but surely approaching your neighborhood. Despite trying to stay calm, the breath you let out when you're finally able to close and lock your apartment door behind you is long.
Recalling your promise, you send Nayeon a quick text, confirming your safety. She sends a heart back.
The blue numbers on your oven tell you it's nearing midnight when you finally sit down at your kitchen table, the microscope and the sample cups—fresh from the fridge—in front of you. The first drop you let fall on a slide is of Jeongguk's saliva. Clear, more viscous than water, it looks very much like something you could've spit into the container.
If you expected a groundbreaking, scientific discovery there in your kitchen, you'd be disappointed. Besides a lot… cleaner, Jeongguk's saliva looks like that of a human. And by cleaner, you mean that there's a lot less bacteria floating around. You're not entirely sure why, maybe analyzing the fluid would reveal some sort of additional antibacterial aspect?
God, the crimes you'd commit to have your own lab, capable of analyzing your collection of vampire bodily fluids.
Repeating the process but with a drop of Jeongguk's venom, you make extra sure to handle it with care. After all, you don't know a lot about it, and although Jeongguk claimed it wasn't dangerous in smaller quantities, maybe it stings like hell if you touch it and it enters a microscopic wound?
While you've never looked at pure venom under a microscope before, you've witnessed the cellular aftermath of envenomation as part of your education. You've seen cell shapes entirely mangled by one kind of venom, and you've seen blood turned to jelly by another. Death, essentially, following a snake bite.
To both the naked eye and those seeing through a magnified lens, Jeongguk's venom and saliva look quite similar. Even ordinary; not a lot happening within the clear fluids.
You stare at it, wondering…
Three seconds later, you're rising from the kitchen chair, eager steps taking you into the hallway where you rummage through the upper drawer of your small dresser. It's the designated knick knack spot, most of the contents more or less stolen from work; pens, clips, box cutters, and notes, but also things that sales representatives leave with you, hoping your clinic will become a distributor.
Digging through teeny tiny bags of cat treats—you don't even have a cat—you find a wrapped alcohol swab and the little glucose monitor kit you remember receiving last year.
Unzipping the small black bag, you grab the spring-loaded pricker and a lancet and leave the rest haphazardly in the drawer while you make your way back into the kitchen, already wiping your left index finger clean.
Realizing you should've removed the slide first, you do so with your finger clumsily held in the air, and then you're pricking your skin above the glass. To gather enough blood, you squeeze your fingertip, and with a big enough red bead on your skin, you turn your finger upside down, letting it drip.
Even before you put the coverslip back on top and lock the slide back under the lens, you watch the fluids mix, and your blood dilute. Because you're a creature of (human) habit, you put the pricked fingertip into your mouth as you lean forward to peer through the oculars. Only to stop breathing.
One by one, Jeongguk's venom drowns your red blood cells. You watch in real time as cell after cell warps, the venom aggressively mangling their cell membrane and starting to dissolve them. It's inevitable; they can't escape.
You watch the wave of death for close to a minute, and when only a few cells remain alive, fighting for their life, you lean back in your chair, and you stare at your ceiling.
Despite making another mind-blowing discovery right there in your kitchen only that morning, you can't shake that this feels… different.
Bag packed to the brim, you make the now very familiar drive out to Jeongguk's house in a better, more easy going mood than you were in the night before. It must've been the… alcohol remnants and the discomfort of walking home alone. Right?
You're smiling excitedly even before the door to the large house opens, even more so when your vampire appears, ushering you through the small gap 'before the kids escape.' While he doesn't touch you, he's certainly not scared of being close, and before you know it, you're standing there in the small hallway again.
"Hey, Mina," you greet one of the 'kids' toeing around your feet. "And… Lilith, was it?" you nod toward the mother cat that appears from God knows where, stroking herself against Jeongguk's leg. He's wearing light wash jeans similar to those he wore yesterday, but this time, he's also—unfortunately—wearing a dark green t-shirt.
"Wait," you pause, wide eyes watching him. "You did not."
Jeongguk lifts his eyes to meet yours, a knowing grin pulling on his lips.
"'Lilith' as in the mother vampire? 'Mina' as in Dracula's wife, and 'Ruby' for blood red, I assume? Don't tell me 'Angel' is after the vampire in Buffy?"
He chuckles, bending down to pick up the little kitten, who's definitely not as little anymore. She meows and closes her eyes almost instantly, cozying up on Jeongguk's arm and against his chest.
"What about… 'Nyx,' was it?"
"'Nyx' is the Goddess of the night," he informs, reaching his unoccupied hand out to take your bag the moment you set it down to take your shoes off.
"Went right over my head."
You think back to that night, when he stood beside you, holding onto that chilly metal railing outside the bar and telling you the kittens' names.
"I know you probably didn't plan on showing me like that, but were you planning to? At all?"
With your shoes neatly to the side, you straighten up and take a step toward him, intending on following him into the house. But he doesn't move, just watches you with your bag in one hand and the satisfied kitten on his other arm.
"I wanted to, but I'm not entirely sure I would've, had I not done it then. I definitely wasn't supposed to, so… naming them like that made me feel like I was at least giving you a little hint. Maybe even testing the waters a bit."
He tilts his head slightly, looking down at you before he seemingly remembers what you were supposed to do. "Anyway…"
Sight set on the kitchen, he leads. You follow, looking around even though nothing's changed since last time.
"So, about the house… Was it really passed down?"
"No," he shakes his head, putting the black kitten down on the kitchen counter and turning to you. "I bought it in… uh, sometime during the first half of the 19th century, I think. Tried to keep up with all the trends for my estates but gave up after a while. If I actually live somewhere, I'll have it up to standard, but like this, when I'm just visiting?"
"It was furnished like this already?"
"Yeah. I had the running water and electricity installed later on. Was quite the pain in the ass to be honest."
"It's a cool house, though," you compliment, once again peering around the light kitchen. "A bit like a museum. Can't believe you're so old, honestly, like you lived when this was trendy?"
Jeongguk inhales sharply, blinking dramatically in an offense you know he doesn't feel. It makes you laugh.
"Anyway," he repeats his earlier segue, putting your bag down on the floor and reaching for the fridge handle. You watch as he grabs a jug of already mixed blood, putting it on the counter with a soft thud.
"You only wanted blood from after I've eaten, right? Not before?"
Nodding, you can't believe the situation you're in. "Yeah. Thank you."
For a short while, silence settles. It's far from uncomfortable, and you're very busy, watching Jeongguk prepare the blood. First, he pours a big glass of it, plucking a spoon from a drawer to stir it. Of course, your gaze is torn between the way his big, veiny hands hold onto that fragile-looking glass and how his muscles dance discreetly under his skin as he stirs.
Putting the spoon down on the counter, he places the glass in the microwave, presses start, and then turns to you.
"Can I ask why you're visiting?" you take the opportunity to ask as the microwave hums lowly and the glass rotates inside it.
"You can ask," he smirks, leaning back against the counter. "But I can only tell you that it's for work."
"Work?" Eyebrows knitted together, you stare at him. "Like… vampire work?"
"Yeah."
But what kind of work would be deemed 'vampire work?'
"You don't like… work for the Volturi, right?"
"The what? Volturi?"
"Yeah, the vampire…. governing body—I guess—in Twilight. They keep the vampire citizens in check; make sure they don't hunt humans to extinction or expose themselves to them. Or, like, turn babies into vampires."
"Oh. No, not really."
"Good, 'cause you would've probably have broken a lot more rules than you actually did for telling me. And I would be in more shit for knowing."
…Which reminds you…
"Also, uhm…"
Jeongguk raises a dark eyebrow, curious as to what's suddenly gotten you apologetic.
"My classmates… They might approach you if they see you. Just to let you know. Sorry."
"They've been giving you any trouble after what I did?" he asks, voice turning serious.
You sigh. "No, not really. One approached me and asked about you, but he was more… frustrated and shocked than angry, I think. But I mean, what you did is not something a human just does."
A smile pulls on Jeongguk's lips. "I know. That was the point."
The microwave beeps behind him, indicating that his blood has reached his preferred temperature. The body temperature of a human. He turns, opening the door and taking the glass out.
At least relieved that he doesn't seem bothered, you let your shoulders relax a little. "Yeah, I know. I'm just warning you."
"I appreciate it," he says, retrieving the spoon from the counter to stir the red liquid again. "You don't need to worry about me, though."
Eyes again appreciating his hands and arms as he stirs, you can't let go quite yet. "I mean clearly you'd be able to defend yourself if they for some reason wanted to fight, but I'm mostly thinking whether them knowing and stirring up shit does cause you trouble."
"They didn't strike me as people who would tell. And who would believe them?"
"True." After all, you said the same thing.
"And if it comes to it, I can be pretty persuasive."
The tiny smirk he shoots your way has your skin heating, but yet another thought growing.
"You haven't seen The Vampire Diaries, either, have you?"
"No. Is that another movie?"
"A series."
He looks between you and the glass he holds up. "So, I drink this now? Just so you know, I'll get progressively sleepier in a few minutes."
You nod, the Vampire Diaries connection forgotten as a different memory resurfaces and a subsequent realization hits. "Wait, so… were you like dead asleep right after I left when I asked you to drink blood that first time?"
He smiles, putting the glass to his mouth for a first sip. "Yeah. It was pretty fitting that you left, actually. I can stay awake, but it's hard."
You don't quite notice how your smile grows until he asks you about it, wiping his mouth. "What's so funny?"
Watching him gulp down more of the contents, your eyes struggle to stray from his Adam's apple and how it moves with every swallow. "Not funny. I just find that… insanely adorable? What do you mean you eat and then you actually struggle to stay awake? How is that a good evolutionary trait when we don't have to?"
'We' as in 'you.'
Humans.
"Don't make me regret telling you about it," he says, giving you a warning eye and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand again. "Biologically, if I had… hunted for this," he lifts the mostly empty glass, coated in red, "then I wouldn't feel tired until the adrenaline wears off. Since I microwaved this, and I'm chilling in my own house, it hits sooner."
"Sorry. That's kinda cool actually."
He gives you a sweet look that tells you you're forgiven, and then he puts the empty glass down on the counter. "We can sit on the bed."
When he points to the bag you placed on the floor earlier, eyebrows raised in a silent question, you nod. "Yeah, I'll need that."
Before even giving you the chance to, he grabs the handles of your blue backpack, already heading toward the hall and the stairs. You follow closely behind, seeing two kittens play at the bottom of the stairs.
"You're so modern," you comment as you climb the stairs behind him. "Like, I would imagine it's hard to keep up with the ever-changing trends, and so I wouldn't blame you for not even trying? But you speak so normally, and you dress like that?"
"Like what?" you hear him chuckle.
"Like every other modern guy. Not that you're basic or anything, just that nothing about you screams ancient."
You hear the amusement in his voice as he turns to you at the top of the stairs. "I'll take that as a compliment."
"You should," you say, looking up at him as you come to stand before him. It's true, what you said, and while natural, non-altered facial structures don't change much with society, you could never tell by his face either. In a way, he's got a very classic beauty to him. At least according to you, but you don't say that, of course.
"Thank you, then. It's definitely something you learn; going with the flow of society. But it's also harder these days when trends evolve and cycle much faster than before. You used to get 20 years to adapt to big societal changes and now you barely get five. Some trends are dead and buried within six months."
You haven't been in his bedroom since it was covered in a thick layer of dust. Like the rest of the house, it's clean now. He doesn't seem to have a lot of stuff, but the bed is made with white fluffy sheets, a thick, golden bedspread over them and a big, black towel folded at the foot of it.
"Make yourself comfortable," he says, gesturing toward the bed as he puts the backpack down on the floor. "When do you want to take the blood?" he asks, grabbing the towel and unfolding it to drape over the bed.
Noticing your silence, he peers back at you.
"Uh… preferably in an hour and then an hour after that…"
"But…?" he asks, sensing your slight hesitancy.
"But there's something I'd like to do in the meantime."
You can't help it, the slightly sheepish smile that pulls on your lips. Or the heat you feel rise but desperately hope he can't see.
"You look like it's something you're afraid I won't like?"
"I don't know. I mean, I hope you'll be okay with it, and after last time, I think so?"
"Well, what is it?"
His dark eyes are curious and entertained like always, and you most definitely suspect he knows what's going on in your head.
"So when you lifted the car… using one hand, might I add, it made me curious about your back. A human would've probably herniated at least three discs and snapped their spine if they were able to even lift it like that. I figure that everything's probably just… stronger like the anatomy of your arm…"
"…But you'd like to see?"
Essentially asking to feel him up again, you bite your lip and nod once. "Yeah."
Instead of teasing you about it, Jeongguk unceremoniously grabs the shirt at the back of his neck and yanks it over his head, tossing it onto the foot of the bed. Taking the action as consent, you crouch in front of your backpack, excitedly rummaging through it for two things. Well, four things: your small notebook and a pen that you clip to the collar of your t-shirt included.
Sitting down on the edge of his bed—on its right side—Jeongguk looks back at you, his gaze falling to the thick books in your hands.
"Went to the library," you explain, placing them on the bed, next to his discarded shirt.
He cranes his neck to read the titles. One is just a huge book on human anatomy, and the other is slightly thinner and focused on sports medicine.
"Thought you knew everything?"
"I'm a veterinarian. I'd say I know a lot about humans, but far from everything."
A silence settles as you climb onto the bed, positioning yourself behind him and the books at your side for easy access. Jeongguk keeps his head sideways, calmly and quietly watching you open the thicker book on the right chapter, inspecting the sketched human back and its muscles.
Lifting your own gaze from the pages, you take in the sight of his broad, naked back in front of you.
"Okay, so I can…?" you ask, hand hovering over his skin.
He nods, turning his head forward and rolling his shoulders once. Slightly wide-eyed, you stare at the casual display of his muscles. God damn.
Shaking any non-scientific thought out of your head, you begin.
The first thing you do is let your fingers trace his spine as you search for the landmarks. Despite having a very, very low body fat percentage, Jeongguk's vertebrae are less prominent than you'd expected. You can still feel them, however, and soon enough, you have your fingertips on C7, the more prominent vertebra located at the bottom of the neck.
"I can barely feel your spine," you mumble, mostly to yourself.
Is there something other than fat almost… covering them? Can't be anything besides the connective ligaments, you think to yourself. In that case, they're a lot thicker and stronger than in a human. Unless it's muscle that's covering them? Or… maybe his vertebrae have a different design? Maybe they're smoother? Forehead creasing, you consider the shapes possible for vertebrae still able to connect and allow the spine to bend.
You grab the pen from your neckline, keeping your left hand on Jeongguk's back while your right scribble some quick notes in your notebook.
'Vertebrae non-prominent, covered by? muscle/ligaments? different structures?'
Moving on, you leave the pen on the notebook and instead put your right index finger on the drawing. Your left one copies the movement of your right as you trail it down toward the middle of Jeongguk's back.
Latissimus Dorsi. It's one of the muscles at risk of damage from a too-heavy one-handed lift like what you saw Jeongguk perform. Of course, you don't know whether the action impacted him at all; maybe he sustained micro tears? Doesn't make the feat any less impressive.
Using both hands, you trace the muscle where it connects to the spine, all the way from his mid back to the lower part of it.
"Do you usually lift heavy like that?"
As if he wasn't paying that much attention—or just not expecting to be spoken to—he takes a second or two to find his voice. And when he does, you feel your heart squeeze almost pathetically at how he already sounds a little sleepy.
"Yeah. I don't really need to work out to keep my muscles all that much, I just do stuff because it's fun."
"Oh? if my memory serves me right, a human needs to work out a muscle at least within two weeks or it'll start to atrophy to save energy. Muscles are really metabolically expensive to keep."
He straightens up a little. "I could go longer than that, I think. I usually do kinda workout more often than that though."
"Interesting," you remove your hands altogether to note down his words. "And does lifting heavy come with any kind of pain? Soreness?"
"Only if I strain myself, but that happens very rarely. Not when I lifted the car for example."
You nod, more so to yourself. "Okay. So you probably do get micro tears. How long does the soreness typically last?"
"A few hours at most."
"Really? A human will usually be sore for days."
"Yeah. Losers."
A bubbling laughter escapes you, but afterward, another bout of silence settles.
Jeongguk's breaths are slow and deep, and you feel every one of them under your hands as you move them over his back. He yawns.
"Do you need me… conscious?" he asks, repeating the same words from the clinic and glancing at you from over his shoulder. His barely-open eyes and sleepy words pull on your heartstrings. Not only because he's endearing and adorable, but because he's seemingly so comfortable with you. As established, you for sure don't pose a threat to him, but still…
"I mean, I don't mind, but… I guess if you're okay with it…?"
You move when he does, scooting back to give him enough space as he sighs deeply and lies down on his stomach. He's already closing his eyes.
"Go to town," he mumbles.
"You really trust me that much?" you ask, putting your hand on his lower back, feeling the thoracolumbar fascia that connects the latissimus dorsi to the spine. "What if I hurt you?"
"It's pretty hard to hurt me, and I never got the impression that you'd try."
That's definitely true, and you're glad he feels that. While the biggest risk of trusting you has never been bodily harm but exploitation for your scientific research—maybe even fame—you've never had any interest in that.
"I could be a vampire hunter, waiting for the chance to stake you?"
Without even opening his eyes, Jeongguk chuckles. "What a way to go, then. First massaged by a pretty woman and then staked in my sleep. Couldn't complain."
Head and heart soaring in the clouds—and cheeks warm—you can't do anything but flick his skin. He laughs, but it's even more sleepy now.
"Insane," you mumble, reaching for the books again. While you adjust, sitting cross-legged with the anatomy book open in your lap—this time your left hand on the sketch and your right on Jeongguk's skin—he falls asleep.
Once again, you have a gorgeous, huge, superhuman man unconscious under your hands, and you'd be a fool not to take advantage of the situation. Not that you're doing anything he'd object to if awake but feeling his body is easier when you don't have to worry about any kind of tension growing.
Fingers softly tracing the skin and then pressing just a tad harder, feeling the structures underneath, you note that… there's not a lot to note. Besides the vertebrae not being as easily felt, the rest of him feels as expected. His muscles are thick and well-developed, and the ligaments feel stronger and sturdier, just like the ones you managed to ultrasound in his arm. So no surprise there.
It's been roughly ten minutes since you think Jeongguk fell asleep when you feel something. You've got your right hand on his upper back, curiously inspecting his scapula and the trapezius muscle that stretches up toward his neck when there's… a grumbling? It has you pausing, wondering if maybe he said something. But a quick glance at his face confirms that he's still asleep, cheek resting heavily against a pillow.
He must've mumbled in his sleep or something, which… cute.
You resume, hand sliding down his spine and to his side, when you feel it again. But this time, it's not a quick ordeal; it's… longer. The sound is low, starting deep in his chest and reverberating up and through your hand. It's almost soundless, just a low, low sound in the otherwise silent room.
Your heart does what you can only describe as a backflip because it reminds you an awful lot of… purring.
It's been almost an hour when the purring stops. You have your hand on his lower side, toward the back, flipping pages with the other.
"Find anything fun?" a low, raspy voice asks you.
You look up to see that Jeongguk is watching you, his eyes warm but sleepy.
"Uhm, yeah," you state, abandoning the current page search and returning to another. "This," you say, moving your right hand to his upper side, where you run it back and forth, "seems to be an…"
You lift the book to read the small insert aloud. "'Axillary arch.' Which is a muscle… variation. Sometimes considered vestigial. Humans can still have it, but it seems like only around five percent of people do. And not only do you have it, but it seems to be super well developed. Turn over, please?"
No questions asked, Jeongguk rolls over slowly, looking up at you where he now lies on his back. With your eyes buried in the book, you reach for his arm that's closest to you, making it clear you want him to lift it. He does, obediently placing his hand above his head, waiting for whatever you're going to do.
"Okay, so it's a variation of the latissimus dorsi, which is this muscle on your back that reaches up here, " you explain, tracing his side. "But the axillary arch is when it branches off over here, connecting to the pectorals."
You look at your hand as it glides over his warm, taut skin, close to his armpit, feeling for the attachments. "It says here that many think it's useless, but that some suggest that it brings strength but also a more advanced shoulder proprioception."
"And what would that mean?"
"Well, if it does what they suggest, it essentially gives you almost a sixth sense when it comes to body control. Helps your body know how to move appropriately, at least your upper body and arms, and just how much force to use. My guess would be that it's actually very useful when you're so much stronger."
"Hm."
You continue. "Considering a low percentage of humans have it too, it could be another 'you' thing more than a vampire thing, though. I assume you don't know whether others like you have it too?"
"No."
"Alright," you smile at him. "It's very cool, though. Can't believe I missed it."
"When did you miss it?"
"Last time at the clinic? I was feeling your lymph nodes in your armpit."
"Oh yeah." He grins widely
You narrow your eyes as it hits you. The sound you heard when you felt for the nodes… was him letting out a little breath of laughter? "You were awake, weren't you?"
"Yeah."
You just shake your head, putting the book down. "Anyway, would it be alright to draw some blood?"
"Sure."
You get off the bed, digging through the bag for the supplies before you get back on the covers.
"Sit up, please?"
He does, leaning back against the wooden headboard and holding that veiny arm out for you. You position it how you want it, not thinking too much about how you inevitably place his warm hand to rest on your upper thigh, palm up. Drawing blood while sitting on a bed is understandably a first for you.
"You know you don't really have to do that. Or use gloves," he mentions when you wipe his skin with an antiseptic wipe.
You pause, thinking it through before deciding. "Don't wanna take any risks," you mumble.
Focused, you use the same kind of needle as last time, pushing it into his vein. It goes smoother this time around since you already know how much pressure to use. The whole process is smoother, relatively quick, and… silent.
Every glance at Jeongguk's face as he watches your hands tells you that he's dozing off again. It's such an endearing yet… surprising sight; the big, buff, half-naked vampire sitting up and his eyes getting heavier by the second. You don't tease him for it, honestly still flattered that he lets you see him like this.
"Okay, I'm done," you speak quietly. "Do you want me to leave it in or take it out and re-stick later?"
He opens his eyes half way, glancing tiredly at you. "It's up to you. I don't mind either way."
"Okay, hold on," you say, putting some gauze against his skin as you pull the needle out. Of course, it's more out of habit than need because the puncture wound doesn't bleed; it's barely a wound at all. "You can lie down."
He doesn't answer, just shifts to lie back down. Tired, he blinks heavily, and you can basically see him slowly fall asleep again.
With the anatomy book open on the muscles on the front of the human body, you trace his slow-moving chest lightly. To your delight, the… purring starts again.
Your touch is soft as usual when you trace his collarbones, making mental notes of the thickness and hardness of them, his sternum and the dip between his pectoral muscles, and the visible parts of his obliques and where they attach to his ribcage. His chest moves slowly and rhythmically under your hand, and his skin is invitingly warm. You'd write down your discoveries, but there aren't really any more.
Ten minutes later, you have indeed somewhat securely ruled out any big differences. You've even counted his ribs, and somewhere, between the slow, deep breaths of the vampire next to you, and the fact that you didn't sleep that well last night, the sleep bug bites you to.
Your tired eyes glance around the room. It's quiet and calm, and Jeongguk's bed is very spacious.
Would he mind? You don't think so.
Slowly and carefully, you lie down, leaving a good amount of space between you. The low sound coming from him—the purring—is so incredibly relaxing, even if you're too far away to feel it.
Unfortunately, you wake up to movement. Movement moving you.
Big, warm, strong arms are dragging you across the bed by your waist and torso, pulling your back flush against him. Despite waking up only half a second ago, your eyes are already open and they widen further when you feel Jeongguk's mouth in your hair. He draws a big breath, alarm bells sounding in your head as you're reminded of how he used your smell to trigger his fangs.
By pure instinct, you try to wiggle out of his grasp, but your arms are stuck, held tightly against your body, and panic starts to rise when you can't move.
He has to let you go; you can't overpower him.
Your heart beats so hard it hurts when he pulls you even closer, his mouth lowering, as if searching for something. You can barely move a muscle in his hold.
"Jeongguk?" you call desperately.
And just like that, he relaxes. Quick to sit up and carefully move toward the other end of the bed, you watch him. Eyes closed, lying on his side and breathing slowly and calmly, he's still asleep. God, you nearly shit yourself. Are you worried for your safety around him? Not necessarily, but him seemingly grabbing you in his sleep?
Smelling you and perhaps even searching for your neck?
A shiver racks your body.
Jeongguk continues to sleep soundly and unfazed for another twenty minutes, all while your racing heart slowly quiets down to normal again. Flipping through the books in your lap, you find yourself grateful that he didn't wake up because… he still let you go and maybe it would've also made it awkward? Whatever you and Jeongguk are, cuddle buddies aren't quite it.
Another reason for your gratitude is the vision the current situation grants you. Not that of Jeongguk asleep and shirtless—well, that too—but 15 minutes before he wakes up for the second time, someone enters the room. You don't hear the little paws; you only notice when the little kitten has climbed the bed and is in the process of climbing Jeongguk.
You can't tear your eyes away. You think it's… Nyx? who appears on his back, sight set on the little curve at the back of Jeongguk's neck. The kittens must be around five weeks old at this point, meaning they get around pretty efficiently but have yet to acquire the feline elegance someone like their mom possesses.
Jeongguk doesn't stir the slightest as the kitten gives off a tiny meow and curls up at the back of his neck, even tucking its paws in under itself.
And to make it worse, she's not the only one. Within a span of minutes, two more come padding, one using its claws to climb up Jeongguk's jeans, settling comfortably in the curve of his lower back. The other—Mina—finds her way to his front, squeezing in under his thick arm and curling up in the small space between his bicep and his chin.
Whatever you've claimed before, this is the cutest thing you've ever seen in your entire life. If you listen closely, you can hear at least two of the kittens purring.
Smiling to yourself, you turn the page to read about meniscus tears.
You're halfway through the section when movement catches your attention, and you lift your gaze from the text. Jeongguk is waking up, slowly opening his eyes and shifting.
"They're very comfortable with you, dad," you muse.
Jeongguk gives you a sleepy grin.
"Cats also like warm things," you continue.
"Yeah, I've noticed," he says, repeating what he told you the first time you informed him of the feline trait. You wonder if he was already referring to the kittens and their mother's desire to cuddle him? "If I don't have the fire going, they always come and find me," he says, taking a deep breath.
You can't do anything but observe, almost inclined to ask whether you can take a picture. "This is for sure the cutest thing I've ever seen."
Jeongguk lets out a lazy chuckle before reminding you of something. "Did you want more blood?"
"Oh. Yeah, if you're willing to give it?" You glance at your watch. "I'll need to leave soon."
He glances at you curiously. "Late shift at the clinic?"
"No," you shake your head. "Or, well, it depends. The Bar is having a Halloween night, and I promised Nayeon and Momo I'd come. But I'm also on call tonight, and this time of year, we see a lot of horses colicking and canine poisonings."
"Huh? Why is that?"
"Rapid temperature drops often make horses drink a lot less water, leading to blockages, essentially. And Halloween means candy everywhere and a larger risk of dogs getting into it."
"Ah. Sucks. I heard about the Halloween event. Tae wanted to go."
"Dress up and everything?" you question, wide-eyed.
You enjoy social get-togethers just as much as the next person, and you for sure like everything Halloween; it's just the overhanging anxiety regarding the mix of you, halloween themes, and the public.
"Yeah? Just because we're old doesn't mean we're boring. I can be a party guy if I want to."
"So you're going? Dressed as what?"
"You'll have to wait and see. What are you going as?"
"You think I'll tell you if you're not telling me?"
"I guess not. Do I have to sit up? For the blood?"
"Preferably, unfortunately," you smile sadly, looking at the kittens, all so comfortable.
Incredibly endeared, you watch Jeongguk reach behind him, gently grasping the black kitten sleeping deeply and satisfied on his warm skin. She wakes up, letting out a sad meow as she's being airlifted off Jeongguk by his large hand.
"Of course it was you," he mumbles when the kitten comes into view. "This one would crawl inside my skin if she could."
He puts her down on the bedspread, and she immediately bolts back to him, entirely intending on reclaiming her spot or at least one against his skin. Not like you can blame her. The other two—one under his arm and the other still on his lower back—move on their own when their heater slowly starts to sit up.
It's mostly that first one, stubbornly wanting to warm herself against him.
"No," he scolds gently, moving her away so that he can sit up without her accidentally getting in the way.
The moment he's upright and seated against the headboard, however, she uses her claws to climb up his jeans. He doesn't intervene until she's climbed her way up to the waistband of his pants and the visible band of his underwear, obviously having her sight set on warmth.
"No, you can't go in there," he chuckles, lifting her off a second before she digs her way in between his jeans and underwear.
"Do they sleep in here too?" you wonder, watching the little kitten fight for her rights.
"Yeah, most of the time. I prefer to sleep in a slightly… cooler environment, but if I don't have the fire burning, then they find me. I tried closing the door once—for their safety because what if I crush them in my sleep?—but that was a mistake because Lilith was just screaming at me to open the door."
You don't bring up that he almost accidentally murdered you in his sleep only half an hour ago. Okay, that's an over exaggeration but who knows what could've happened?
Still, it wasn't intentional, and he's clearly concerned about accidentally hurting others. Well, his kittens, but you feel like you belong in that category too; someone pathetically weak compared to him, easily injured, and who gravitates toward him. You definitely also like warm things.
Retrieving the equipment needed for yet another blood draw, you move closer to him. This time, you don't use gloves, but as he offers you his arm, you still clean his skin and your hands with antibacterial wipes.
"This doesn't hurt you?" you ask as you push the needle through his skin, out of the corner of your eye seeing him pet the kitten, who's settled on his thigh.
"No. I mean, I can feel it, and it's not nice, but it doesn't really hurt."
"That's good, makes me feel better for poking you so much."
"It's fine," he smiles, eyes on the little kitten as another approaches. "Have you… looked at it? Under microscope or whatever it was that you wanted to do?"
Fastening the needle with some tape, you reach for the first out of three vials.
"Yeah. Do you want to know what I found? Unless you already know the differences?"
"I think that we have smaller… cells? And more iron? At least that's what I remember."
"Yeah," you confirm, watching the blood start to fill the vial. It's just as dark as the samples sitting in your freezer. "Your red blood cells are smaller than mine, and so there's room for a lot more, even considering they're already packed, hence the darker color. Combined, they have a bigger surface area and can bind more oxygen, which I'm sure contributes to your strength. Your muscles get more blood due to the size of your veins, and your blood carrying loads more oxygen than a human man's would."
"Interesting."
"Yeah. Funny enough, goats have a similar… set up."
Amused, Jeongguk raises his eyebrows. "Goats?"
"Yeah. They're built to thrive at higher altitudes where oxygen is scarcer and one needs to be oxygen-efficient."
"That's cool."
"Yeah, I think so to. I haven't been able to analyze it at the lab yet, though." Removing the full vial, you attach the second. "And your saliva looks very similar to a human's, only less… bacterial. So I'm guessing there's something antibacterial in there that kills off bacteria. Which could make sense from an evolutionary standpoint if you're supposed to drink from the same human on different occasions. A dirty mouth would lead to more infections and human deaths."
"I think I heard something about that too, actually."
You blink, pretending to be offended. "You know these things but don't tell me?"
He smirks lazily. "I mean, what fun is that? Besides, I mostly remember them because you're bringing them up. I learned whatever I know so long ago, and it's knowledge I don't really need in my day-to-day life."
"I guess you're forgiven."
He chuckles. "You can't say you don't prefer getting to see and discover for yourself?"
You think about it, and sure, maybe you do. "Fine. But what if I miss things? I can't possibly go over every single part of your biology in a few weeks."
"You can try? And what about my venom?"
"You're stressing me out, Jeongguk," you admit, anxiety rising at the thought of having to explore without any help at all. "And your venom just looks a lot like your saliva, but seemingly behaves pretty similarly to some types of snake venom. I did—"
A loud meow interrupts you as the two exploring kittens seemingly get into a fight. They scream and hiss at each other in a way that's surprising for such young kittens. But before you know it, it's over.
"You're calm," Jeongguk pets the kitten on his lap. "You're a good girl."
"How do you know it's a she?" you nod toward the kitten without respect for personal boundaries.
"I can smell the difference."
"You can?"
He hums.
Seeing that also the last vial is approaching fullness, you prepare to remove it. "Since the start?"
"Yeah."
"So your names weren't based on vibes at all?"
He grins, watching you once again detach the vial and use a wad of gauze to pull the needle out. No blood this time around either.
"No. Or I mean, yeah; vampire vibes."
You roll your eyes, curiosity still spiking.
"I haven't asked that much about your senses besides your vision… But your sense of smell is good then, I take it?"
"Yeah."
"Like that of a dog? Do I need to take an extra shower before meeting you? An additional layer of deodorant?"
He laughs quietly. "I don't know if it's as advanced as a dog's. Maybe slightly less? But you don't need to worry; you always smell really nice."
Well, you definitely hope he's not lying—and he didn't seem to mind smelling you in his sleep—but also, you'll definitely make sure to always be extra clean when meeting him.
"You're much more polite than I imagined a vampire to be. I'm done now, thank you," you say, grabbing the vials and the discarded material having gathered on the bedspread.
"It's true though. You smell really pleasant. Very womanly."
You raise your eyebrows as you stand from the bed, packing everything away inside your backpack. "I guess I'll take that as a compliment?"
"You should because it is."
In the middle of feeling your cheeks heat just a tad, you're suddenly reminded of something. You straighten up, watching him where he remains sitting on his bed, stroking the kitten's back as the two others explore the bed.
"I know that I have… maybe a below average sense of smell for a human—possibly an advantage with my job—but you don't… smell much to me."
If you weren't so panicked when he grabbed you, you for sure would've jumped at the opportunity to see what he smells like.
"Can you smell another human? If they're not wearing perfume or have been out, sweating for hours?"
"…No."
"Right. Humans generally aren't able to. Up close, skin to skin, sure but not really from a distance. Vampires communicate more by scent than humans do."
"So you don't wear perfumes?"
"No. I don't like perfumes. Mildly scented soaps and stuff are alright, but not perfumes. A few vampires wear them, but they're the bane of my existence. For example, I would rather you show up here smelling of organic cow shit than… Victoria's Secret."
You chuckle. "Good to know."
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author's note: i considered splitting this because it's so long but i didn't! but i'd be super grateful if you left a reblog and comment/ask if you liked it! <3<3 (also i'm very curious if anyone picked up on the names cause no one's commented on them at least 🤣)
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a young man returns to a small town he hasn't seen in years, and a house he hasn't lived in since before the last president was born, only to find that a stray cat has given birth to kittens in his closet.
pairing: vampire!jeongguk x nerdy f veterinarian!reader (with a special interest in the science and biology aspect of the supernatural lol)
genre: sorta scifi-ish, fluff, minor angst, some smut later on
author's note: this is quite long.... i hope you like it!! <3
The moment you wake up, you're already fantasizing about Jeongguk's deep red blood in your fridge. With an appointment in the outskirts of town at 11 a.m., it leaves you… two hours, you conclude from the time displayed on your phone.
Rolling out of bed, you pick your white IKEA robe up from the floor where you dropped it last night, draping it over your silk nightgown and heading toward the bathroom to pee.
It hits you two minutes later, as you're standing in front of your open fridge, that you have vampire blood in there. The color-marked vials are staring back at you where they lie in all their glory, right next to a can of sugar-free Red Bull and the entirely empty bottle of ketchup you should've thrown out a month ago and that you evidently missed during your latest cleaning session.
Two of the three vials, you centrifuged at the clinic, meaning they're prepared for machine analysis but won't tell you much under the microscope. That's why you saved one, grabbing it—and the Red Bull—and putting them on the kitchen table, using your forearm to clear a space from the newly acquired library books.
You make a mental note to put the other two vials in the freezer since you don't know when you'll have a chance to analyze them at the clinic.
Vampire blood, how crazy. It's all you think about as you venture into your living room and pluck the microscope down from a shelf. Vampire blood. Who would've thought? When Jeongguk isn't near, it's easier to look at the situation objectively because are you entirely sure you met a vampire? You didn't just dream everything during a particularly rough fever?
But the blood staring at you from the kitchen table is different from what you usually deal with.
Preparing microscope slides is a process very familiar to you; something you could do with your eyes closed, but you don't think you've ever been as curious as you currently are, doing this one. The blood in the vial—already containing a bit of anticoagulant—is dark, and so is the drop you slowly transfer onto the thin glass slide with a plastic pipette.
Carefully, you place the coverslip on top, the smell of iron already wafting to your nose. It's not unpleasant, just… a lot stronger than what you're used to.
Leaning forward and putting your eyes to the ocular lenses, you switch the objective lens and adjust the position of the stage under it until the cells are sharp. You're not sure what you expected exactly, but you're not that surprised to see the massive amount of red blood cells; after all, they're what give the blood its red hue.
What you didn't expect was for them to be so much smaller than those of a human. You zoom in further, finding that they look a lot like ordinary red blood cells—almost like donuts—just smaller. Normally, having smaller red blood cells is a condition in itself and nothing good, but paired together with the astronomical amount of them?
There are surprisingly few goats in your town. When you do treat any, the most common reasons are difficult births, castrations, or urinary blockages, and therefore, it's been a long while since you got the chance to inspect caprine blood up close.
Taking a step back, you search for the phone you put somewhere as you prepared the microscope, finding it a little too close to the sink for your liking, before opening the browser and quickly typing 'goat erythrocytes'.
Just as you remembered: although rounder, the cells in the images that pop up are definitely smaller. There's also a shitload more of them, tightly packed like Jeongguk's. And as far as you can recall, those features are essentially what allow goats to live at higher altitudes, where the air is thinner and oxygen scarcer.
Since the exchange of oxygen happens at the membrane surface, and a bunch of smaller cells still have more surface area than fewer, larger ones, they're capable of transporting a lot more oxygen.
Satisfied with yet another plausible, logical explanation, you put the phone down and lean back in to the oculars, only to find that, despite the anticoagulant from the vial, Jeongguk's blood is already clotting.
Apparently, you lack one human emotion: shame. You know you possessed it as recently as a few days ago, but you must've lost it somewhere?
"Thank you so much."
"No problem, I'll email you the bill," you say, waving the relieved horse owner goodbye as you turn to the clinic car, vet bag firmly in hand.
A mere second after you've planted yourself into the driver's seat, you reach for the phone, pulling it out of your pocket. Your hands are dirty, fingers covered in that dark grime that comes from scratching a horse too long, but you barely notice as you inspect the screen for a reply to a text you sent an hour ago.
You: Hey, you wouldn't happen to be home, would you?
You don't even care if you just saw him yesterday. Or actually, you do care, cause it's embarrassing, but he also said to ask all the questions before he leaves town, so that's what you're doing.
You: Cause I'm driving by not far from you and I happen to have this jar I'd like you to spit in?
Yes, you're double-texting even.
But shame's claws reach and miss because just below your latest text, there's a reply.
Jeon Jeongguk: Stop by whenever. If I don't open then the door is unlocked.
Confusion grows as you start the car. Why wouldn't he simply open the door?
You try to think of a reason the entire ride there, none the wiser even as you step out of the car—hands cleaned by three antiseptic wipes—and walk up the stairs to the black-painted door.
However, five or so seconds after you knock, you hear footsteps approach on the other side, and then the door opens with a slight creak.
"Hey."
Jeongguk isn't wearing a shirt; only light blue jeans that you suspect he usually pairs with a belt because they're hanging a little too low on his hips, showcasing another white waistband stamped with the letters of Mr Klein.
Your wide eyes take him in, but his naked top half—bulging with muscle and skin even looking invitingly warm—isn't even what gathers most of your attention. No, that would be his black hair, messy and sticking out in multiple directions, and his half-closed, hooded eyes.
"Hi," you reply, your voice a tad too quiet as you admire him.
You'd try to hide it better, but it doesn't seem like he notices your slight—and almost dreamy—smile as he opens the door further and steps back. You follow, closing the door behind you and bend down to remove your shoes. While down there, you happen to notice that he's barefoot.
"Were you… sleeping?" you ask as you straighten up, seeing him look just a little more awake. Key word: a little.
He nods, turning to lead you somewhere. "Yeah, I tried to stay awake, but I ate just before you texted and that means I sleep after, like… almost involuntarily."
You follow, warmth spreading throughout your chest and not only because he's close by, his body heat radiating through your clothes.
"You sleep after eating?" you ask, endeared to hell and back. "You should've just told me you were busy today."
He stops in the kitchen, turning to you. You drop your bag on the floor.
"Yeah," he smiles lazily. "I can stay awake, but it's difficult."
"I can tell," you joke, tilting your head. God, why is he so endearing. "Do you think I could take your blood after you've eaten some time? See the difference and what makes you so sleepy?"
He nods. "Sure. Now?"
You pat your pockets, an act entirely uselessly since you don't keep your vet equipment there regardless.
"I don't have the right equipment with me, unfortunately. Maybe some other day?"
"Sure," he rubs his naked arm, yawning. "…Want me to bring blood to the clinic and drink it there?"
"I'd love that. Or…" You suddenly remember something. "When you say that you're hard to wake… Maybe it would be a bad idea to have you sleep at the clinic in case someone shows up again?"
His quick reflexes, speed, and agility were definitely the only reason Momo didn't find him at the clinic last time. You remember how heavy his limp arm was in your hands; what the hell would you even begin to do if someone came and Jeongguk wasn't waking up?
"Hm, you're right," he seemingly agrees, leaning against the counter, arms crossed lazily across his naked chest. "Come here then?"
"Sure," you agree, trying not to stare too blatantly at his chest or his arms. Or his abs and the faint little happy trail creeping up toward his belly button.
"Great. So… you wanted me to… spit in a cup?" he reminds you, and it looks like he's about to yawn again.
Suddenly reminded, you reach into your bag. "Yes, but also… I got a hold of one of these," you say, straightening up and holding the cup out to him. It's made out of a clear plastic with a soft, almost rubber-like lid up top.
"You want me to pee in it or what?" he asks, taking the cup from your hand and tilting it curiously in his.
"No," you snicker. "Although if you'd pee in a cup for me as well, I wouldn't turn it down. This is a special cup used for venomous snakes. Put their heads to the top, wiggle it a little, and they'll bite. Their fangs will sink through the lid here and the venom drips through and collects at the bottom."
He moves the cup to his mouth. "I just…?" he asks, demonstrating by sinking his teeth into the air above the cup.
"Yeah. Bite it and hold it there for as long as there's venom."
"Will you lend me your hand?"
Surprised—and with your heart skipping a quick beat—you blink but nonetheless offer him your left hand, electricity traveling through your skin when he takes it in his. He holds it so gently, feeling so warm against you, tired eyes finding some sort of focus as they lock onto yours, and he lowers his face to your wrist.
"I thought you… didn't need anything like this?" you ask quietly, heart jumping when he ghosts his nose over the sensitive skin of your wrist.
"Technically, I don't," he says, letting go of your hand and straightening up. You don't see any fangs. "Certain occasions make it easier, though. Like at the bar, when I was drunk, or now, when I'm already full and half asleep."
Nodding because his explanations are logical after all, you watch as he sinks his teeth—fangs—into the taut lid of the cup. Through the plastic, you see drops fall and liquid slowly pool at the bottom.
Then, you hear something. Something… small. You look down, seeing one of the kittens on its hind legs, clumsily reaching up toward you. "Oh, hello?"
It's so much bigger than when you last saw it and its siblings, and you crouch down, carefully picking the black little kitten up. It meows again, settling into your soft hold until it seemingly does a double take at Jeongguk, who stands motionless, watching, with his teeth still in the cup. The little kitten stares.
"What is dad doing, huh?" you coo quietly, smiling at the curious kitten.
Looking at the father in question, he lets out an amused breath before he removes his teeth from the cup, lifting it to inspect the results.
"Is this enough?"
You follow his gaze, watching the liquid at the bottom. It's much less than the blood you collected, and it's relatively translucent.
"Yeah, thank you so much," you say—way too excited—putting the kitten down and watching it dash away to pick a fight with an approaching sibling.
From your bag, you grab the other cup, a standard one meant for saliva, and you hold it out to Jeongguk, trading it for the collected venom.
"I just spit in this one?"
You nod, attention fully on the venom in the clear cup. It's just a tad thicker than water, fluidly following gravity as you tilt the small container.
"Do you happen to know the best way to store this?" you ask, peering over at Jeongguk, who's in the middle of letting his spit drip down into the other cup. "Because snake venom, for instance, is pretty sensitive and needs to be chilled rather quickly. But snakes are, you know, 'cold-blooded,' and you're like, insanely warm. I'm thinking I just go home and put it in the fridge? I'll definitely look at it tonight."
"I don't think it's that sensitive, but I know you can freeze it."
He hands you the other cup as well, and you pack them away safely in your bag.
"So… when are you free?" you ask, trying not to blush. "For the blood?"
Looking like he's soon succumbing to sleep whether he likes it or not, Jeongguk shrugs. "Tomorrow? If that works for you?"
You nod. "Sure. I'm busy later tomorrow, but sometime during the day? When do you typically… eat?"
"Noon?" he suggests.
You nod again, grabbing your bag. "I can do that."
"Yeah, but they just didn't care about it."
Nayeon tips her glass back and forth on the table, chin resting in her other hand. "That's insane. Child-free means child-free; why would they be exempt?"
"Yeah, but what did Dahyun do?" you chime in to ask. "I get that she's too nice, but she had a wedding organizer, didn't she? Couldn't that person throw them out?"
Just before a drunk dude—trying to squeeze past your table and the queue of people waiting to order at the bar—elbows her beer, Momo throws her hand out to catch it. She mutters something you don't quite hear over the music and loud voices before she gathers her thoughts.
"I asked the same, but she apparently threatened to cause a scene, so Dahyun just let her be. But the organizer… encouraged her to look after her kids so they wouldn't ruin anything else."
"Jeez," Nayeon shakes her head. "I just do not understand. Get a babysitter or don't go?"
You're about to agree when you hear someone call your name. It's a man's voice, but not the one you've come to prefer.
It's Joshua, approaching your table, his sight set on you while simultaneously scanning the area as if searching for his friends. Momo and Nayeon barely register what's happening before he's standing before you, leaning his palms on the table.
"Yo, what the fuck was up with that guy?" Joshua questions, looking confused and frustrated more than angry.
"What do you mean? What guy?" you ask, entirely comfortable with playing dumb.
"The guy you were with? Who lifted a car with one hand?"
You lean back in your seat, feeling your friends' confused gazes on your face and trying to channel something similar, your forehead creasing. "Lifted a car? That's not possible. I don't know what you're trying to do, but it's not fun, can we please just move on?"
Tight-lipped, he stares at you, and it brings you immense satisfaction to know that he and his friends must realize that somehow, you were right. You found something, but you're not sharing.
"Dude, what are you even on?" Momo questions. "Leave before we call security. Preferably the town."
Joshua looks between you, and then scans the heads around him that he can see. But luckily, his friends don't seem to be close by, and there's not much he can do but shake his head in frustration and walk away.
Keeping your eyes on him, you turn in your chair, and right before he disappears behind another group of people, he looks back over his shoulder. Without Momo and Nayeon seeing, you drop the confused and slightly hurt look on your face and give him a small smile.
Scientists, the whole bunch of you, you know Jeongguk would have them frothing at the mouth the same way he has you, but you. are. not. sharing. At least not with them; if it were up to you, you'd definitely consider letting your own friends in on the secret.
Meeting Momo and Nayeon's very puzzled looks, you do feel bad for essentially lying to them. But it isn't your secret to share, and you made a promise not to.
"I just don't understand what their problem is," Nayeon questions, clearly upset. God, you're a lucky girl, having friends like yours. "If they say one more thing, I think you should tell Joon because he'll give them a piece of his mind, and a man's scolding might—unfortunately—be what they need."
"Or Yoongi," Momo adds. "Yoongi, when angry, is not fun."
You think about the black haired man with unimpressed, cat-like features. "I've never… I don't think I've ever seen Yoongi mad."
"He doesn't raise his voice or anything, he just…" Momo grimaces. "You know the creepy guy with mals?"
You shake your head slowly. Belgian Malinois seem to be the go-to dog breed for creepy guys. Either that or toy poodles.
"The white, bald guy? I think he's on steroids. He threatened Sana like, years ago, and Yoongi made him leave the clinic, like, tail between his legs, with one sentence and a look."
"Rings a bell," you nod, thinking back to when you first started at the clinic. "I guess it's not that surprising, actually? Yoongi is… I can't even describe him, but he works by vibe? He can have the same no-expression on his face, and you know exactly what mood he's in regardless."
"Yeah. And he's sweet. You should tell him. Or Joon."
You lean back. "I don't know. If they approach me again, I'll think about it, but I don't feel like they're dangerous. Mostly annoying at this point."
"Still, they need to know it's not acceptable," Momo says, lifting the beer to her lips.
"Yeah," you breathe in agreement. "What time is it?"
"Eleven, just about," Nayeon answers, looking at her phone.
"I should get going." You slap your thighs like an old man having been out too late.
"You have the day off tomorrow, though, don't you?"
"Yeah, but I'm spent," you lie. There's one cup of spit and one of venom in your fridge, and they're both calling your name. God, aren't you a special kind.
Nayeon narrows her eyes. "Are you seeing someone we don't know about?"
Just about to stand, you freeze. "Uh, no? Why?"
"Cause Joshua mentioned a guy. And you have been a little absent lately."
Fuck.
"Okay, well…. It's not what you think, okay?" you start, deciding on a smaller white lie. "You know the guy with the stray kittens?"
Momo's eyes widen comically. "Uh… yeah?"
"I'm not seeing him as in seeing him, but I've been helping him with the kittens off-hours. He's not really an animal guy—well, he seems to like animals, he just lacks experience—and I don't really feel great charging him when he's doing a good deed, raising them."
"Oh, that's nice." Nayeon nods.
"But you like him too?" Momo asks, watching your cheeks start to burn.
Fine, seems like you have to admit defeat to your friends—just like you did your mother—at least a bit.
"You saw him," you point out, stirring the melting remains of ice in your glass with the straw. "How could I not?"
Momo chuckles. "That's why I'm wondering. Does he happen to have any friends in town?"
Before you can help it, your eyes widen. "Yeah, he does. Saw an entire friend group with him like… three weeks ago; they're all gorgeous."
"Well, let us know if you see them again," Nayeon encourages, smirking.
You laugh, partially at your friends and partially nervously at what you might've just signed up for. Jeongguk told you his friends were vampires too; would you set your friends onto vampires?
Sure, Jeongguk's nice, but you don't know his friends, and the last thing you want is direct your friends onto someone's dinner plate.
"I will."
"Alright. So, if you're really going home and not to cat guy's, let us know when you've gotten back, okay? If we don't hear from you in twenty, we're calling the cops."
You roll your eyes, but nod. Luckily, they didn't ask whether 'cat guy' actually lifted a car or not.
Walking home from the bar usually takes you around 12 minutes, the perks of living in a small town, but tonight, the…. eyes you think you feel on you as soon as you venture off the lively street have you covering the distance in 8.
Maybe it's paranoia? After all, you started feeling watched only after you conveniently found out there could be an assailant slowly but surely approaching your neighborhood. Despite trying to stay calm, the breath you let out when you're finally able to close and lock your apartment door behind you is long.
Recalling your promise, you send Nayeon a quick text, confirming your safety. She sends a heart back.
The blue numbers on your oven tell you it's nearing midnight when you finally sit down at your kitchen table, the microscope and the sample cups—fresh from the fridge—in front of you. The first drop you let fall on a slide is of Jeongguk's saliva. Clear, more viscous than water, it looks very much like something you could've spit into the container.
If you expected a groundbreaking, scientific discovery there in your kitchen, you'd be disappointed. Besides a lot… cleaner, Jeongguk's saliva looks like that of a human. And by cleaner, you mean that there's a lot less bacteria floating around. You're not entirely sure why, maybe analyzing the fluid would reveal some sort of additional antibacterial aspect?
God, the crimes you'd commit to have your own lab, capable of analyzing your collection of vampire bodily fluids.
Repeating the process but with a drop of Jeongguk's venom, you make extra sure to handle it with care. After all, you don't know a lot about it, and although Jeongguk claimed it wasn't dangerous in smaller quantities, maybe it stings like hell if you touch it and it enters a microscopic wound?
While you've never looked at pure venom under a microscope before, you've witnessed the cellular aftermath of envenomation as part of your education. You've seen cell shapes entirely mangled by one kind of venom, and you've seen blood turned to jelly by another. Death, essentially, following a snake bite.
To both the naked eye and those seeing through a magnified lens, Jeongguk's venom and saliva look quite similar. Even ordinary; not a lot happening within the clear fluids.
You stare at it, wondering…
Three seconds later, you're rising from the kitchen chair, eager steps taking you into the hallway where you rummage through the upper drawer of your small dresser. It's the designated knick knack spot, most of the contents more or less stolen from work; pens, clips, box cutters, and notes, but also things that sales representatives leave with you, hoping your clinic will become a distributor.
Digging through teeny tiny bags of cat treats—you don't even have a cat—you find a wrapped alcohol swab and the little glucose monitor kit you remember receiving last year.
Unzipping the small black bag, you grab the spring-loaded pricker and a lancet and leave the rest haphazardly in the drawer while you make your way back into the kitchen, already wiping your left index finger clean.
Realizing you should've removed the slide first, you do so with your finger clumsily held in the air, and then you're pricking your skin above the glass. To gather enough blood, you squeeze your fingertip, and with a big enough red bead on your skin, you turn your finger upside down, letting it drip.
Even before you put the coverslip back on top and lock the slide back under the lens, you watch the fluids mix, and your blood dilute. Because you're a creature of (human) habit, you put the pricked fingertip into your mouth as you lean forward to peer through the oculars. Only to stop breathing.
One by one, Jeongguk's venom drowns your red blood cells. You watch in real time as cell after cell warps, the venom aggressively mangling their cell membrane and starting to dissolve them. It's inevitable; they can't escape.
You watch the wave of death for close to a minute, and when only a few cells remain alive, fighting for their life, you lean back in your chair, and you stare at your ceiling.
Despite making another mind-blowing discovery right there in your kitchen only that morning, you can't shake that this feels… different.
Bag packed to the brim, you make the now very familiar drive out to Jeongguk's house in a better, more easy going mood than you were in the night before. It must've been the… alcohol remnants and the discomfort of walking home alone. Right?
You're smiling excitedly even before the door to the large house opens, even more so when your vampire appears, ushering you through the small gap 'before the kids escape.' While he doesn't touch you, he's certainly not scared of being close, and before you know it, you're standing there in the small hallway again.
"Hey, Mina," you greet one of the 'kids' toeing around your feet. "And… Lilith, was it?" you nod toward the mother cat that appears from God knows where, stroking herself against Jeongguk's leg. He's wearing light wash jeans similar to those he wore yesterday, but this time, he's also—unfortunately—wearing a dark green t-shirt.
"Wait," you pause, wide eyes watching him. "You did not."
Jeongguk lifts his eyes to meet yours, a knowing grin pulling on his lips.
"'Lilith' as in the mother vampire? 'Mina' as in Dracula's wife, and 'Ruby' for blood red, I assume? Don't tell me 'Angel' is after the vampire in Buffy?"
He chuckles, bending down to pick up the little kitten, who's definitely not as little anymore. She meows and closes her eyes almost instantly, cozying up on Jeongguk's arm and against his chest.
"What about… 'Nyx,' was it?"
"'Nyx' is the Goddess of the night," he informs, reaching his unoccupied hand out to take your bag the moment you set it down to take your shoes off.
"Went right over my head."
You think back to that night, when he stood beside you, holding onto that chilly metal railing outside the bar and telling you the kittens' names.
"I know you probably didn't plan on showing me like that, but were you planning to? At all?"
With your shoes neatly to the side, you straighten up and take a step toward him, intending on following him into the house. But he doesn't move, just watches you with your bag in one hand and the satisfied kitten on his other arm.
"I wanted to, but I'm not entirely sure I would've, had I not done it then. I definitely wasn't supposed to, so… naming them like that made me feel like I was at least giving you a little hint. Maybe even testing the waters a bit."
He tilts his head slightly, looking down at you before he seemingly remembers what you were supposed to do. "Anyway…"
Sight set on the kitchen, he leads. You follow, looking around even though nothing's changed since last time.
"So, about the house… Was it really passed down?"
"No," he shakes his head, putting the black kitten down on the kitchen counter and turning to you. "I bought it in… uh, sometime during the first half of the 19th century, I think. Tried to keep up with all the trends for my estates but gave up after a while. If I actually live somewhere, I'll have it up to standard, but like this, when I'm just visiting?"
"It was furnished like this already?"
"Yeah. I had the running water and electricity installed later on. Was quite the pain in the ass to be honest."
"It's a cool house, though," you compliment, once again peering around the light kitchen. "A bit like a museum. Can't believe you're so old, honestly, like you lived when this was trendy?"
Jeongguk inhales sharply, blinking dramatically in an offense you know he doesn't feel. It makes you laugh.
"Anyway," he repeats his earlier segue, putting your bag down on the floor and reaching for the fridge handle. You watch as he grabs a jug of already mixed blood, putting it on the counter with a soft thud.
"You only wanted blood from after I've eaten, right? Not before?"
Nodding, you can't believe the situation you're in. "Yeah. Thank you."
For a short while, silence settles. It's far from uncomfortable, and you're very busy, watching Jeongguk prepare the blood. First, he pours a big glass of it, plucking a spoon from a drawer to stir it. Of course, your gaze is torn between the way his big, veiny hands hold onto that fragile-looking glass and how his muscles dance discreetly under his skin as he stirs.
Putting the spoon down on the counter, he places the glass in the microwave, presses start, and then turns to you.
"Can I ask why you're visiting?" you take the opportunity to ask as the microwave hums lowly and the glass rotates inside it.
"You can ask," he smirks, leaning back against the counter. "But I can only tell you that it's for work."
"Work?" Eyebrows knitted together, you stare at him. "Like… vampire work?"
"Yeah."
But what kind of work would be deemed 'vampire work?'
"You don't like… work for the Volturi, right?"
"The what? Volturi?"
"Yeah, the vampire…. governing body—I guess—in Twilight. They keep the vampire citizens in check; make sure they don't hunt humans to extinction or expose themselves to them. Or, like, turn babies into vampires."
"Oh. No, not really."
"Good, 'cause you would've probably have broken a lot more rules than you actually did for telling me. And I would be in more shit for knowing."
…Which reminds you…
"Also, uhm…"
Jeongguk raises a dark eyebrow, curious as to what's suddenly gotten you apologetic.
"My classmates… They might approach you if they see you. Just to let you know. Sorry."
"They've been giving you any trouble after what I did?" he asks, voice turning serious.
You sigh. "No, not really. One approached me and asked about you, but he was more… frustrated and shocked than angry, I think. But I mean, what you did is not something a human just does."
A smile pulls on Jeongguk's lips. "I know. That was the point."
The microwave beeps behind him, indicating that his blood has reached his preferred temperature. The body temperature of a human. He turns, opening the door and taking the glass out.
At least relieved that he doesn't seem bothered, you let your shoulders relax a little. "Yeah, I know. I'm just warning you."
"I appreciate it," he says, retrieving the spoon from the counter to stir the red liquid again. "You don't need to worry about me, though."
Eyes again appreciating his hands and arms as he stirs, you can't let go quite yet. "I mean clearly you'd be able to defend yourself if they for some reason wanted to fight, but I'm mostly thinking whether them knowing and stirring up shit does cause you trouble."
"They didn't strike me as people who would tell. And who would believe them?"
"True." After all, you said the same thing.
"And if it comes to it, I can be pretty persuasive."
The tiny smirk he shoots your way has your skin heating, but yet another thought growing.
"You haven't seen The Vampire Diaries, either, have you?"
"No. Is that another movie?"
"A series."
He looks between you and the glass he holds up. "So, I drink this now? Just so you know, I'll get progressively sleepier in a few minutes."
You nod, the Vampire Diaries connection forgotten as a different memory resurfaces and a subsequent realization hits. "Wait, so… were you like dead asleep right after I left when I asked you to drink blood that first time?"
He smiles, putting the glass to his mouth for a first sip. "Yeah. It was pretty fitting that you left, actually. I can stay awake, but it's hard."
You don't quite notice how your smile grows until he asks you about it, wiping his mouth. "What's so funny?"
Watching him gulp down more of the contents, your eyes struggle to stray from his Adam's apple and how it moves with every swallow. "Not funny. I just find that… insanely adorable? What do you mean you eat and then you actually struggle to stay awake? How is that a good evolutionary trait when we don't have to?"
'We' as in 'you.'
Humans.
"Don't make me regret telling you about it," he says, giving you a warning eye and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand again. "Biologically, if I had… hunted for this," he lifts the mostly empty glass, coated in red, "then I wouldn't feel tired until the adrenaline wears off. Since I microwaved this, and I'm chilling in my own house, it hits sooner."
"Sorry. That's kinda cool actually."
He gives you a sweet look that tells you you're forgiven, and then he puts the empty glass down on the counter. "We can sit on the bed."
When he points to the bag you placed on the floor earlier, eyebrows raised in a silent question, you nod. "Yeah, I'll need that."
Before even giving you the chance to, he grabs the handles of your blue backpack, already heading toward the hall and the stairs. You follow closely behind, seeing two kittens play at the bottom of the stairs.
"You're so modern," you comment as you climb the stairs behind him. "Like, I would imagine it's hard to keep up with the ever-changing trends, and so I wouldn't blame you for not even trying? But you speak so normally, and you dress like that?"
"Like what?" you hear him chuckle.
"Like every other modern guy. Not that you're basic or anything, just that nothing about you screams ancient."
You hear the amusement in his voice as he turns to you at the top of the stairs. "I'll take that as a compliment."
"You should," you say, looking up at him as you come to stand before him. It's true, what you said, and while natural, non-altered facial structures don't change much with society, you could never tell by his face either. In a way, he's got a very classic beauty to him. At least according to you, but you don't say that, of course.
"Thank you, then. It's definitely something you learn; going with the flow of society. But it's also harder these days when trends evolve and cycle much faster than before. You used to get 20 years to adapt to big societal changes and now you barely get five. Some trends are dead and buried within six months."
You haven't been in his bedroom since it was covered in a thick layer of dust. Like the rest of the house, it's clean now. He doesn't seem to have a lot of stuff, but the bed is made with white fluffy sheets, a thick, golden bedspread over them and a big, black towel folded at the foot of it.
"Make yourself comfortable," he says, gesturing toward the bed as he puts the backpack down on the floor. "When do you want to take the blood?" he asks, grabbing the towel and unfolding it to drape over the bed.
Noticing your silence, he peers back at you.
"Uh… preferably in an hour and then an hour after that…"
"But…?" he asks, sensing your slight hesitancy.
"But there's something I'd like to do in the meantime."
You can't help it, the slightly sheepish smile that pulls on your lips. Or the heat you feel rise but desperately hope he can't see.
"You look like it's something you're afraid I won't like?"
"I don't know. I mean, I hope you'll be okay with it, and after last time, I think so?"
"Well, what is it?"
His dark eyes are curious and entertained like always, and you most definitely suspect he knows what's going on in your head.
"So when you lifted the car… using one hand, might I add, it made me curious about your back. A human would've probably herniated at least three discs and snapped their spine if they were able to even lift it like that. I figure that everything's probably just… stronger like the anatomy of your arm…"
"…But you'd like to see?"
Essentially asking to feel him up again, you bite your lip and nod once. "Yeah."
Instead of teasing you about it, Jeongguk unceremoniously grabs the shirt at the back of his neck and yanks it over his head, tossing it onto the foot of the bed. Taking the action as consent, you crouch in front of your backpack, excitedly rummaging through it for two things. Well, four things: your small notebook and a pen that you clip to the collar of your t-shirt included.
Sitting down on the edge of his bed—on its right side—Jeongguk looks back at you, his gaze falling to the thick books in your hands.
"Went to the library," you explain, placing them on the bed, next to his discarded shirt.
He cranes his neck to read the titles. One is just a huge book on human anatomy, and the other is slightly thinner and focused on sports medicine.
"Thought you knew everything?"
"I'm a veterinarian. I'd say I know a lot about humans, but far from everything."
A silence settles as you climb onto the bed, positioning yourself behind him and the books at your side for easy access. Jeongguk keeps his head sideways, calmly and quietly watching you open the thicker book on the right chapter, inspecting the sketched human back and its muscles.
Lifting your own gaze from the pages, you take in the sight of his broad, naked back in front of you.
"Okay, so I can…?" you ask, hand hovering over his skin.
He nods, turning his head forward and rolling his shoulders once. Slightly wide-eyed, you stare at the casual display of his muscles. God damn.
Shaking any non-scientific thought out of your head, you begin.
The first thing you do is let your fingers trace his spine as you search for the landmarks. Despite having a very, very low body fat percentage, Jeongguk's vertebrae are less prominent than you'd expected. You can still feel them, however, and soon enough, you have your fingertips on C7, the more prominent vertebra located at the bottom of the neck.
"I can barely feel your spine," you mumble, mostly to yourself.
Is there something other than fat almost… covering them? Can't be anything besides the connective ligaments, you think to yourself. In that case, they're a lot thicker and stronger than in a human. Unless it's muscle that's covering them? Or… maybe his vertebrae have a different design? Maybe they're smoother? Forehead creasing, you consider the shapes possible for vertebrae still able to connect and allow the spine to bend.
You grab the pen from your neckline, keeping your left hand on Jeongguk's back while your right scribble some quick notes in your notebook.
'Vertebrae non-prominent, covered by? muscle/ligaments? different structures?'
Moving on, you leave the pen on the notebook and instead put your right index finger on the drawing. Your left one copies the movement of your right as you trail it down toward the middle of Jeongguk's back.
Latissimus Dorsi. It's one of the muscles at risk of damage from a too-heavy one-handed lift like what you saw Jeongguk perform. Of course, you don't know whether the action impacted him at all; maybe he sustained micro tears? Doesn't make the feat any less impressive.
Using both hands, you trace the muscle where it connects to the spine, all the way from his mid back to the lower part of it.
"Do you usually lift heavy like that?"
As if he wasn't paying that much attention—or just not expecting to be spoken to—he takes a second or two to find his voice. And when he does, you feel your heart squeeze almost pathetically at how he already sounds a little sleepy.
"Yeah. I don't really need to work out to keep my muscles all that much, I just do stuff because it's fun."
"Oh? if my memory serves me right, a human needs to work out a muscle at least within two weeks or it'll start to atrophy to save energy. Muscles are really metabolically expensive to keep."
He straightens up a little. "I could go longer than that, I think. I usually do kinda workout more often than that though."
"Interesting," you remove your hands altogether to note down his words. "And does lifting heavy come with any kind of pain? Soreness?"
"Only if I strain myself, but that happens very rarely. Not when I lifted the car for example."
You nod, more so to yourself. "Okay. So you probably do get micro tears. How long does the soreness typically last?"
"A few hours at most."
"Really? A human will usually be sore for days."
"Yeah. Losers."
A bubbling laughter escapes you, but afterward, another bout of silence settles.
Jeongguk's breaths are slow and deep, and you feel every one of them under your hands as you move them over his back. He yawns.
"Do you need me… conscious?" he asks, repeating the same words from the clinic and glancing at you from over his shoulder. His barely-open eyes and sleepy words pull on your heartstrings. Not only because he's endearing and adorable, but because he's seemingly so comfortable with you. As established, you for sure don't pose a threat to him, but still…
"I mean, I don't mind, but… I guess if you're okay with it…?"
You move when he does, scooting back to give him enough space as he sighs deeply and lies down on his stomach. He's already closing his eyes.
"Go to town," he mumbles.
"You really trust me that much?" you ask, putting your hand on his lower back, feeling the thoracolumbar fascia that connects the latissimus dorsi to the spine. "What if I hurt you?"
"It's pretty hard to hurt me, and I never got the impression that you'd try."
That's definitely true, and you're glad he feels that. While the biggest risk of trusting you has never been bodily harm but exploitation for your scientific research—maybe even fame—you've never had any interest in that.
"I could be a vampire hunter, waiting for the chance to stake you?"
Without even opening his eyes, Jeongguk chuckles. "What a way to go, then. First massaged by a pretty woman and then staked in my sleep. Couldn't complain."
Head and heart soaring in the clouds—and cheeks warm—you can't do anything but flick his skin. He laughs, but it's even more sleepy now.
"Insane," you mumble, reaching for the books again. While you adjust, sitting cross-legged with the anatomy book open in your lap—this time your left hand on the sketch and your right on Jeongguk's skin—he falls asleep.
Once again, you have a gorgeous, huge, superhuman man unconscious under your hands, and you'd be a fool not to take advantage of the situation. Not that you're doing anything he'd object to if awake but feeling his body is easier when you don't have to worry about any kind of tension growing.
Fingers softly tracing the skin and then pressing just a tad harder, feeling the structures underneath, you note that… there's not a lot to note. Besides the vertebrae not being as easily felt, the rest of him feels as expected. His muscles are thick and well-developed, and the ligaments feel stronger and sturdier, just like the ones you managed to ultrasound in his arm. So no surprise there.
It's been roughly ten minutes since you think Jeongguk fell asleep when you feel something. You've got your right hand on his upper back, curiously inspecting his scapula and the trapezius muscle that stretches up toward his neck when there's… a grumbling? It has you pausing, wondering if maybe he said something. But a quick glance at his face confirms that he's still asleep, cheek resting heavily against a pillow.
He must've mumbled in his sleep or something, which… cute.
You resume, hand sliding down his spine and to his side, when you feel it again. But this time, it's not a quick ordeal; it's… longer. The sound is low, starting deep in his chest and reverberating up and through your hand. It's almost soundless, just a low, low sound in the otherwise silent room.
Your heart does what you can only describe as a backflip because it reminds you an awful lot of… purring.
It's been almost an hour when the purring stops. You have your hand on his lower side, toward the back, flipping pages with the other.
"Find anything fun?" a low, raspy voice asks you.
You look up to see that Jeongguk is watching you, his eyes warm but sleepy.
"Uhm, yeah," you state, abandoning the current page search and returning to another. "This," you say, moving your right hand to his upper side, where you run it back and forth, "seems to be an…"
You lift the book to read the small insert aloud. "'Axillary arch.' Which is a muscle… variation. Sometimes considered vestigial. Humans can still have it, but it seems like only around five percent of people do. And not only do you have it, but it seems to be super well developed. Turn over, please?"
No questions asked, Jeongguk rolls over slowly, looking up at you where he now lies on his back. With your eyes buried in the book, you reach for his arm that's closest to you, making it clear you want him to lift it. He does, obediently placing his hand above his head, waiting for whatever you're going to do.
"Okay, so it's a variation of the latissimus dorsi, which is this muscle on your back that reaches up here, " you explain, tracing his side. "But the axillary arch is when it branches off over here, connecting to the pectorals."
You look at your hand as it glides over his warm, taut skin, close to his armpit, feeling for the attachments. "It says here that many think it's useless, but that some suggest that it brings strength but also a more advanced shoulder proprioception."
"And what would that mean?"
"Well, if it does what they suggest, it essentially gives you almost a sixth sense when it comes to body control. Helps your body know how to move appropriately, at least your upper body and arms, and just how much force to use. My guess would be that it's actually very useful when you're so much stronger."
"Hm."
You continue. "Considering a low percentage of humans have it too, it could be another 'you' thing more than a vampire thing, though. I assume you don't know whether others like you have it too?"
"No."
"Alright," you smile at him. "It's very cool, though. Can't believe I missed it."
"When did you miss it?"
"Last time at the clinic? I was feeling your lymph nodes in your armpit."
"Oh yeah." He grins widely
You narrow your eyes as it hits you. The sound you heard when you felt for the nodes… was him letting out a little breath of laughter? "You were awake, weren't you?"
"Yeah."
You just shake your head, putting the book down. "Anyway, would it be alright to draw some blood?"
"Sure."
You get off the bed, digging through the bag for the supplies before you get back on the covers.
"Sit up, please?"
He does, leaning back against the wooden headboard and holding that veiny arm out for you. You position it how you want it, not thinking too much about how you inevitably place his warm hand to rest on your upper thigh, palm up. Drawing blood while sitting on a bed is understandably a first for you.
"You know you don't really have to do that. Or use gloves," he mentions when you wipe his skin with an antiseptic wipe.
You pause, thinking it through before deciding. "Don't wanna take any risks," you mumble.
Focused, you use the same kind of needle as last time, pushing it into his vein. It goes smoother this time around since you already know how much pressure to use. The whole process is smoother, relatively quick, and… silent.
Every glance at Jeongguk's face as he watches your hands tells you that he's dozing off again. It's such an endearing yet… surprising sight; the big, buff, half-naked vampire sitting up and his eyes getting heavier by the second. You don't tease him for it, honestly still flattered that he lets you see him like this.
"Okay, I'm done," you speak quietly. "Do you want me to leave it in or take it out and re-stick later?"
He opens his eyes half way, glancing tiredly at you. "It's up to you. I don't mind either way."
"Okay, hold on," you say, putting some gauze against his skin as you pull the needle out. Of course, it's more out of habit than need because the puncture wound doesn't bleed; it's barely a wound at all. "You can lie down."
He doesn't answer, just shifts to lie back down. Tired, he blinks heavily, and you can basically see him slowly fall asleep again.
With the anatomy book open on the muscles on the front of the human body, you trace his slow-moving chest lightly. To your delight, the… purring starts again.
Your touch is soft as usual when you trace his collarbones, making mental notes of the thickness and hardness of them, his sternum and the dip between his pectoral muscles, and the visible parts of his obliques and where they attach to his ribcage. His chest moves slowly and rhythmically under your hand, and his skin is invitingly warm. You'd write down your discoveries, but there aren't really any more.
Ten minutes later, you have indeed somewhat securely ruled out any big differences. You've even counted his ribs, and somewhere, between the slow, deep breaths of the vampire next to you, and the fact that you didn't sleep that well last night, the sleep bug bites you to.
Your tired eyes glance around the room. It's quiet and calm, and Jeongguk's bed is very spacious.
Would he mind? You don't think so.
Slowly and carefully, you lie down, leaving a good amount of space between you. The low sound coming from him—the purring—is so incredibly relaxing, even if you're too far away to feel it.
Unfortunately, you wake up to movement. Movement moving you.
Big, warm, strong arms are dragging you across the bed by your waist and torso, pulling your back flush against him. Despite waking up only half a second ago, your eyes are already open and they widen further when you feel Jeongguk's mouth in your hair. He draws a big breath, alarm bells sounding in your head as you're reminded of how he used your smell to trigger his fangs.
By pure instinct, you try to wiggle out of his grasp, but your arms are stuck, held tightly against your body, and panic starts to rise when you can't move.
He has to let you go; you can't overpower him.
Your heart beats so hard it hurts when he pulls you even closer, his mouth lowering, as if searching for something. You can barely move a muscle in his hold.
"Jeongguk?" you call desperately.
And just like that, he relaxes. Quick to sit up and carefully move toward the other end of the bed, you watch him. Eyes closed, lying on his side and breathing slowly and calmly, he's still asleep. God, you nearly shit yourself. Are you worried for your safety around him? Not necessarily, but him seemingly grabbing you in his sleep?
Smelling you and perhaps even searching for your neck?
A shiver racks your body.
Jeongguk continues to sleep soundly and unfazed for another twenty minutes, all while your racing heart slowly quiets down to normal again. Flipping through the books in your lap, you find yourself grateful that he didn't wake up because… he still let you go and maybe it would've also made it awkward? Whatever you and Jeongguk are, cuddle buddies aren't quite it.
Another reason for your gratitude is the vision the current situation grants you. Not that of Jeongguk asleep and shirtless—well, that too—but 15 minutes before he wakes up for the second time, someone enters the room. You don't hear the little paws; you only notice when the little kitten has climbed the bed and is in the process of climbing Jeongguk.
You can't tear your eyes away. You think it's… Nyx? who appears on his back, sight set on the little curve at the back of Jeongguk's neck. The kittens must be around five weeks old at this point, meaning they get around pretty efficiently but have yet to acquire the feline elegance someone like their mom possesses.
Jeongguk doesn't stir the slightest as the kitten gives off a tiny meow and curls up at the back of his neck, even tucking its paws in under itself.
And to make it worse, she's not the only one. Within a span of minutes, two more come padding, one using its claws to climb up Jeongguk's jeans, settling comfortably in the curve of his lower back. The other—Mina—finds her way to his front, squeezing in under his thick arm and curling up in the small space between his bicep and his chin.
Whatever you've claimed before, this is the cutest thing you've ever seen in your entire life. If you listen closely, you can hear at least two of the kittens purring.
Smiling to yourself, you turn the page to read about meniscus tears.
You're halfway through the section when movement catches your attention, and you lift your gaze from the text. Jeongguk is waking up, slowly opening his eyes and shifting.
"They're very comfortable with you, dad," you muse.
Jeongguk gives you a sleepy grin.
"Cats also like warm things," you continue.
"Yeah, I've noticed," he says, repeating what he told you the first time you informed him of the feline trait. You wonder if he was already referring to the kittens and their mother's desire to cuddle him? "If I don't have the fire going, they always come and find me," he says, taking a deep breath.
You can't do anything but observe, almost inclined to ask whether you can take a picture. "This is for sure the cutest thing I've ever seen."
Jeongguk lets out a lazy chuckle before reminding you of something. "Did you want more blood?"
"Oh. Yeah, if you're willing to give it?" You glance at your watch. "I'll need to leave soon."
He glances at you curiously. "Late shift at the clinic?"
"No," you shake your head. "Or, well, it depends. The Bar is having a Halloween night, and I promised Nayeon and Momo I'd come. But I'm also on call tonight, and this time of year, we see a lot of horses colicking and canine poisonings."
"Huh? Why is that?"
"Rapid temperature drops often make horses drink a lot less water, leading to blockages, essentially. And Halloween means candy everywhere and a larger risk of dogs getting into it."
"Ah. Sucks. I heard about the Halloween event. Tae wanted to go."
"Dress up and everything?" you question, wide-eyed.
You enjoy social get-togethers just as much as the next person, and you for sure like everything Halloween; it's just the overhanging anxiety regarding the mix of you, halloween themes, and the public.
"Yeah? Just because we're old doesn't mean we're boring. I can be a party guy if I want to."
"So you're going? Dressed as what?"
"You'll have to wait and see. What are you going as?"
"You think I'll tell you if you're not telling me?"
"I guess not. Do I have to sit up? For the blood?"
"Preferably, unfortunately," you smile sadly, looking at the kittens, all so comfortable.
Incredibly endeared, you watch Jeongguk reach behind him, gently grasping the black kitten sleeping deeply and satisfied on his warm skin. She wakes up, letting out a sad meow as she's being airlifted off Jeongguk by his large hand.
"Of course it was you," he mumbles when the kitten comes into view. "This one would crawl inside my skin if she could."
He puts her down on the bedspread, and she immediately bolts back to him, entirely intending on reclaiming her spot or at least one against his skin. Not like you can blame her. The other two—one under his arm and the other still on his lower back—move on their own when their heater slowly starts to sit up.
It's mostly that first one, stubbornly wanting to warm herself against him.
"No," he scolds gently, moving her away so that he can sit up without her accidentally getting in the way.
The moment he's upright and seated against the headboard, however, she uses her claws to climb up his jeans. He doesn't intervene until she's climbed her way up to the waistband of his pants and the visible band of his underwear, obviously having her sight set on warmth.
"No, you can't go in there," he chuckles, lifting her off a second before she digs her way in between his jeans and underwear.
"Do they sleep in here too?" you wonder, watching the little kitten fight for her rights.
"Yeah, most of the time. I prefer to sleep in a slightly… cooler environment, but if I don't have the fire burning, then they find me. I tried closing the door once—for their safety because what if I crush them in my sleep?—but that was a mistake because Lilith was just screaming at me to open the door."
You don't bring up that he almost accidentally murdered you in his sleep only half an hour ago. Okay, that's an over exaggeration but who knows what could've happened?
Still, it wasn't intentional, and he's clearly concerned about accidentally hurting others. Well, his kittens, but you feel like you belong in that category too; someone pathetically weak compared to him, easily injured, and who gravitates toward him. You definitely also like warm things.
Retrieving the equipment needed for yet another blood draw, you move closer to him. This time, you don't use gloves, but as he offers you his arm, you still clean his skin and your hands with antibacterial wipes.
"This doesn't hurt you?" you ask as you push the needle through his skin, out of the corner of your eye seeing him pet the kitten, who's settled on his thigh.
"No. I mean, I can feel it, and it's not nice, but it doesn't really hurt."
"That's good, makes me feel better for poking you so much."
"It's fine," he smiles, eyes on the little kitten as another approaches. "Have you… looked at it? Under microscope or whatever it was that you wanted to do?"
Fastening the needle with some tape, you reach for the first out of three vials.
"Yeah. Do you want to know what I found? Unless you already know the differences?"
"I think that we have smaller… cells? And more iron? At least that's what I remember."
"Yeah," you confirm, watching the blood start to fill the vial. It's just as dark as the samples sitting in your freezer. "Your red blood cells are smaller than mine, and so there's room for a lot more, even considering they're already packed, hence the darker color. Combined, they have a bigger surface area and can bind more oxygen, which I'm sure contributes to your strength. Your muscles get more blood due to the size of your veins, and your blood carrying loads more oxygen than a human man's would."
"Interesting."
"Yeah. Funny enough, goats have a similar… set up."
Amused, Jeongguk raises his eyebrows. "Goats?"
"Yeah. They're built to thrive at higher altitudes where oxygen is scarcer and one needs to be oxygen-efficient."
"That's cool."
"Yeah, I think so to. I haven't been able to analyze it at the lab yet, though." Removing the full vial, you attach the second. "And your saliva looks very similar to a human's, only less… bacterial. So I'm guessing there's something antibacterial in there that kills off bacteria. Which could make sense from an evolutionary standpoint if you're supposed to drink from the same human on different occasions. A dirty mouth would lead to more infections and human deaths."
"I think I heard something about that too, actually."
You blink, pretending to be offended. "You know these things but don't tell me?"
He smirks lazily. "I mean, what fun is that? Besides, I mostly remember them because you're bringing them up. I learned whatever I know so long ago, and it's knowledge I don't really need in my day-to-day life."
"I guess you're forgiven."
He chuckles. "You can't say you don't prefer getting to see and discover for yourself?"
You think about it, and sure, maybe you do. "Fine. But what if I miss things? I can't possibly go over every single part of your biology in a few weeks."
"You can try? And what about my venom?"
"You're stressing me out, Jeongguk," you admit, anxiety rising at the thought of having to explore without any help at all. "And your venom just looks a lot like your saliva, but seemingly behaves pretty similarly to some types of snake venom. I did—"
A loud meow interrupts you as the two exploring kittens seemingly get into a fight. They scream and hiss at each other in a way that's surprising for such young kittens. But before you know it, it's over.
"You're calm," Jeongguk pets the kitten on his lap. "You're a good girl."
"How do you know it's a she?" you nod toward the kitten without respect for personal boundaries.
"I can smell the difference."
"You can?"
He hums.
Seeing that also the last vial is approaching fullness, you prepare to remove it. "Since the start?"
"Yeah."
"So your names weren't based on vibes at all?"
He grins, watching you once again detach the vial and use a wad of gauze to pull the needle out. No blood this time around either.
"No. Or I mean, yeah; vampire vibes."
You roll your eyes, curiosity still spiking.
"I haven't asked that much about your senses besides your vision… But your sense of smell is good then, I take it?"
"Yeah."
"Like that of a dog? Do I need to take an extra shower before meeting you? An additional layer of deodorant?"
He laughs quietly. "I don't know if it's as advanced as a dog's. Maybe slightly less? But you don't need to worry; you always smell really nice."
Well, you definitely hope he's not lying—and he didn't seem to mind smelling you in his sleep—but also, you'll definitely make sure to always be extra clean when meeting him.
"You're much more polite than I imagined a vampire to be. I'm done now, thank you," you say, grabbing the vials and the discarded material having gathered on the bedspread.
"It's true though. You smell really pleasant. Very womanly."
You raise your eyebrows as you stand from the bed, packing everything away inside your backpack. "I guess I'll take that as a compliment?"
"You should because it is."
In the middle of feeling your cheeks heat just a tad, you're suddenly reminded of something. You straighten up, watching him where he remains sitting on his bed, stroking the kitten's back as the two others explore the bed.
"I know that I have… maybe a below average sense of smell for a human—possibly an advantage with my job—but you don't… smell much to me."
If you weren't so panicked when he grabbed you, you for sure would've jumped at the opportunity to see what he smells like.
"Can you smell another human? If they're not wearing perfume or have been out, sweating for hours?"
"…No."
"Right. Humans generally aren't able to. Up close, skin to skin, sure but not really from a distance. Vampires communicate more by scent than humans do."
"So you don't wear perfumes?"
"No. I don't like perfumes. Mildly scented soaps and stuff are alright, but not perfumes. A few vampires wear them, but they're the bane of my existence. For example, I would rather you show up here smelling of organic cow shit than… Victoria's Secret."
You chuckle. "Good to know."
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author's note: i considered splitting this because it's so long but i didn't! but i'd be super grateful if you left a reblog and comment/ask if you liked it! <3<3 (also i'm very curious if anyone picked up on the names cause no one's commented on them at least 🤣)
You were eighteen years old when Jimin's name showed up on your hand.
The day is fresh and clear in your memory: early December, the winds stronger than ever as they threatened to pierce through the windows of your room, hints of snowflake dancing in the air as the first snowfall augured an even sharper winter. There was a smile on your face that didn't match the unrelenting coldness of the month, and even though the night was falling and the air felt icy on the tips of your fingers, there was only warmth in your chest as you went through the pictures of your phone.
Pictures of you and Jimin drinking hot chocolate, of clumsy iceskating, of funny faces that made you laugh out loud in the quietness of your bedroom.
The feeling sparking in your chest could be considered somewhat dangerous - after all, you were just a girl that didn't have any marks on her skin, a girl whose fate was yet to be decided. Something as enigmatic as love could be a treacherous thing, too risky for someone that couldn't decide their destiny on their own.
✦ orange tulips by @kainks ☆ㅤ♡ ⏾
soulmate!au, reincarnation au | wc: 10.2k
You’d remember Jungkook with every life you lived. Only he’d never remember you, never recall how your fates were written in the stars since the beginning of time.
✦ the train of lost souls by @inktae ☆ㅤ♡
fantasy au, f2s2l | wc: 13.6k
You can choose to live, to be given a second and a last chance in life, in exchange for your memories and your previous existence. You can choose to be alive again, but it can only be an entirely new life. Everyone you've ever crossed paths with would forget your name. All the pain and the love you knew, all the ups and downs that made you hurt and made you smile - all of it, completely gone.
Or you can choose to move on, to give your life away while keeping your memories until the end of time. To step out of the world of the living and to embrace a new kind of loneliness, but with the warmth of your past always safe between your cold hands.
You are dead, but it's up to you to do something about it.
jungkook and you are soulmates. so says the matching crescent moons on both your wrists. however, things are never as easy as they seem, and you are quick to learn that falling in love with someone who does not believe in love is a one-way ticket to heartbreak.
alternatively,
"You still are, you know. Worth it." You release a shaky breath. "But I was stupid to think that I am too."
✦ cold nights & blurred lines by @awrkive ☆ㅤ♡ ⏾
fwb!au, college!au | wc: 26.6k
jungkook and you have been in a sexual relationship with each other for four months now, and it's casual for the most part. but as time passes, you can't help but feel that some of the lines suddenly got blurred in the process. is it a cliché to blur the lines with your fuck buddy? it definitely is. will you do something about it? both of your emotional constipation have a hard time saying yes.
✦ idealizations concerning real life relations by @venusiangguk ☆ㅤ ⏾
fwb au, s2l | wc: 40.9k
jungkook loves to be loved, but he doesn’t love in return.
✦ chasing butterflies by @ddaenggtan ♡ ⏾
coffee shop & college au | s2l | wc: 12.8k
you never meant to be a jock in school. the volleyball team had just needed people and you were there and then you had a knack for it. you just happened to be good at it and went with it. similar to how you saw jeon jungkook in your friend’s orientation group and thought he was absolutely radiant and just went with it. for two years. you’ve spent the entire time pining from afar, mostly because you always seem to make a fool of yourself when he’s around, but also because jungkook is part of that exclusive crowd, the ones that you never can seem to penetrate: the weebs. that is, until your friends get sick of your hopeless pining and decide to do something about it.
✦ graveyard shift by @darkestcorners ☆ㅤ
horror, yandere au, vampire au | wc: 8.3k
When you take the graveyard shift at your new job, you expect things to go rather boringly but the quiet night soon turns deadly when you realize you aren’t alone
✦ stars behind waves by @taegularities ☆ㅤ♡ ⏾
vacation/beach!au, f2l | wc: 22.7k
With a decade’s distance between Jungkook and you, your paths cross on the same island you deemed your second home years ago. And you realise once again – the ocean can never compare to the twinkle in his starry eyes.
jungkook, lucifer and king of hell, has been cast out of the crimson underworld for a reason he’s unsure of. embarking on his journey for the answer should’ve been easy, if it weren’t for you, the human that nurses his wounded body in her home, and accidentally witnesses the truth of his identity. kickstarting a hellish adventure with the devil himself, you discover lucifer is the most infuriating company ever; and jungkook finds out that maybe his answer to returning home lies within his annoying human confidant.
✦ one night stand by @buryhny ☆ㅤ♡ ⏾
pregnancy au, e2l | wc:200k
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.
✦ practice by @chryblossomjjk ☆ㅤ♡ ⏾
fwb au, fuckboy au, college au | wc: 32.6k
you usually spend friday nights on your own. tonight, however, your friend and campus fuckboy, jungkook, decides to pay you a visit.
✦ wife trap by @wintrbears ☆ㅤ♡ ⏾
twins au, brother in law au, f2l | wc: 79.4k
Your husband and his identical twin brother are complete opposites, but when the pair are in a horrific car accident together and the nurse asks Jungkook which twin he is, he decides to spare you the heartache of losing your beloved husband by becoming him.
✦ fight for you by @ahundredtimesover ☆ㅤ ⏾
bodyguard au | wc: 80k
Working at a private security agency has its perks. The downside? Being the personal bodyguard of spoiled, rich heiresses like you. But there are things that Jungkook didn’t expect, like rejecting you, falling for you, and realizing what he’d been missing all along
✦ to tame a god by @jeonstudios ☆ㅤㅤ♡ ⏾
supernatural au, wolf au, adventure | wc: 50.4 k
jeon jeongguk is the youngest alpha his pack has ever seen, and they all trust him with their lives. one day, a strange wolf enters his territory. they know it’s not a regular wolf, because just like their own, its eyes shine with the supernatural powers from within. but it won’t shift back to its human form to reveal its intentions.
✦ please love me by @ahundredtimesover ☆ㅤ♡ ⏾
arranged marriage au, childhood friends, ceo kids | wc: 64.3k
to symbolize your unbreakable bond that spans generations. But despite developing an affection for Jungkook growing up, he never returned it; he never seemed to like you, actually. You’re okay with the proposal, but surprise surprise, he isn’t.
✦ an abundance of luck & sprinkle of hate by @borathae ☆ㅤ♡ ⏾
ceo au, sex worker au, bdsm, s2l | wc : 172.2k
When two souls, with different reasons for why life has broken them, find together, it needs a whole lot of a luck and a little bit of fate to make them see that maybe healing together isn’t as bad as it sounds.
omgg these fics are literally so, so good! absolute masterpieces. huge shoutout to every author for creating them! i love y’ll so much!!!🤍 also guys, is the format okay? lmk below what you'd prefer!
Pairings: Demon!BTS x f!reader, Yoongi x reader (main), everyone x everyone
Summary: You accidentally summon a demon after a few drinks with your friends and manage to make him mess up his ritual to get back home. Now you're stuck in hell with a morally grey squad of demons who take you in (some more welcoming than others) and promise to try and bring you back to where you belong. Getting to know them during your warm holiday down south makes it clear though, that you're not the only one in need of help.
Genre: Fluff, smut, reader has multiple sexual partners, everyone is horny as hell, a bit of reverse harem (but not every single member), it's hinted at that reader isn't Korean and doesn't really know about the culture, it's also hinted that she's around the same age as BTS, reader has a cat!!, strangers to lovers, found family, comedy, but also trauma and angst, crack in terms of their idol lives being re-written to fit into hell (Bang PD is the devil for example), fantasy elements (demonic powers, the underworld, magic)
Warnings: MDNI, explicit sexual content (MxF, MxM, MMF). Blasphemy in case it wasn't obvious. Every member has a pretty traumatic backstory, so beware of the following topics (spoilers): Eating disorders, self hatred about sexuality (internalized homophobia, religious trauma) previous addiction, depression, previous self harm (mentioned, not detailed), memory loss, childhood abuse (mentioned, not detailed), rape (mentioned, not detailed), murder (as part of their job).
Status: Ongoing
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Find the first teaser and poster here.
♡ → chapter contains smut
Chapters:
01. Down South - 11.4k
02. Warm Welcome - 16.5k ♡
03. Speak of the Devil - 13k ♡
04. Twilight in Purgatory - 14.2k ♡ - 07th Aug 2026
i had to make a separate post for these fics because they’re genuinely SO good. masterpieces. the author is jazfics, some of you might already know her, but if you don’t, you seriously need to check her out. i love her work and her channel so much. the way she writes and pairs everything with music is just amazing. she also has other series with different members, especially jeongguk, and some really good oneshots that i couldn’t fit here. these are just my personal favourites, so make sure to check out her other works too.
𝜗ৎ west wing
“nobody will hear your screams outside west wing” [completed]
when the wicked prince wants to ruin your life for his twisted revenge.
if you are looking for the perfect royalty fic, this is the one. i remember waiting for updates so impatiently. every part was interesting and well-written, and the cliffhangers kept me wanting more. the music made it even better.
𝜗ৎ one rule
dark romance [completed]
when you are claimed by a dangerous mafia to be his slave.
so fucking good. seeing how much the couple loved each other and how much they were willing to do for each other was just everything.
𝜗ৎ trapped
“pay the debts and free yourself” [completed]
when you get into a forced contractual marriage with a billionaire who has extreme anger disorder.
the best ceo fic i’ve ever read.
𝜗ৎ bride of devil
dark romance [completed]
when the evil mafia boss forcefully marries you to take revenge.
for my dark romance girlies <3
𝜗ৎ the heartless [ongoing]
when she is married but her husband’s dangerous mafia rival gets obsessed with her.
i’m already hooked and waiting impatiently for updates. this feels so different from the usual character portrayals, and i’m loving it so much. also, she’s posting this fic on wattpad too, so you can check it out here (the main lead isn’t jeongguk).
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“Your girl’s so bad. Let me have her.”
The address Jungkook provides ends up being a house of esoteric pleasure, and the rabid fangirl within you threatens to escape the horny jail when you realize who runs the place. (8.3k)
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The car that costs your whole life and then some has been on the road for twenty minutes, yet Jungkook still hasn’t come back to earth, still slouched in his seat, and still with a dumb smile on his face. His afterglow is like neon plasma, so blindingly bright that it’s about to turn the pitch-black sky into midnight blue. Neither of you talk, but the silence isn’t tense anymore—Jungkook’s harlot jams playing in the background make for a super chill ambiance.
“Super chill” doesn’t mean you’re not about to have a flooding problem soon.
Could be the slow beats reminding you of the rhythm you’ve been fucked to all night long, or his hand lazily caressing your inner thigh that keeps you so wet. Or maybe it’s your delusional mind playing a short film where Jungkook softly croons those hypersexual lyrics in your ear, fingering your dripping pussy somewhere he absolutely shouldn’t, ordering you not to cum while fully gunning for a messy ending, then smiling like the demon he is when you inevitably cream all over his fingers.
In any case, something’s going to drip down your legs when you stand up again.
You pull over in front of a sign that reads “Vanitæ” written in a seductive font, the unknown on the horizon making butterflies take flight in your stomach. Jungkook is the first to get out of the car, now fully bounced back from his ecstatic crash, and you follow after him. He picks up a duffel bag from the trunk, then slams it shut, and the car locks with an ear-piercing beep.
“Am I still on mute?” you ask.
Very pleased that you reminded the teacher there was homework, he breaks into a proud smile and gently holds your chin.
“You’re on recess but still on my terms. I’ll tell you what to do to earn a good girl sticker very soon,” he places a small peck on your lips, then intertwines his fingers with yours. “Come with me.”
Does this man NOT hear the kinda shit that comes out of his mouth? Or can he AT LEAST practice SOME impulse control so you won’t go insane? Fucking please and thank you?!!
Neither the name nor the structure of the venue gives away what it really is. It has a window like a store front, but the mannequins look more like an art installation than a window display. Mismatched costumes, chains, random-looking objects… You don’t know what is being sold, or if there is anything being sold at all. You’d think a store would be more welcoming to make as many Benjamins as possible, but you can’t just push the door and walk in as you please. Only when Jungkook enters a code on a number pad does the door unlock with a loud clank, briefly stealing the attention of the…
Patrons?
It’s not crowded inside; there are maybe only ten people scattered around, browsing merchandise, and somehow they all look like characters straight out of an erotic thriller. At least your business casual kinda helps you save face next to the borderline black-tie dress code, but rather than “high-end cocktail”, the vibe is giving “secret society eerie”. The room is dipped in champagne golds and warm beiges—it’s definitely upscale, smells like privilege, walks like luxury fashion but talks like pleasure dungeon. The more you look around, the more you can’t figure out where you’re at. It could very well be a boutique, a museum, or an atelier.
Of a depraved artist, that is.
“What even is this place?” you quietly ask Jungkook, your brows stitched together as your eyes jump from one “accessory” to the next. “You’re not gonna make me join a sex cult, are you?”
“Solid idea,” he grins, “but no.”
At the far end of the room is a suit-clad man with his back turned, explaining something to the couple next to him in lowercase letters. They seem to be comparing the three types of ropes before them, all in different colors and all tied into a different knot. When Jungkook spots him in the distance, his steps quicken, and when the clicks behind him are at their loudest, the rope whisperer finally turns around.
“Welcome t— Oh, hi,” he flashes an alluring smile at Jungkook. “Long time, no see.”
SHUT THE FUCK UP THERE IS NO FUCKING WAY!!!
With the arrival of the new “guests”, the couple thank their guide with graceful smiles and leave. The man greets Jungkook with a tight handshake, and you have to deploy every single drop of your self-restraint to resist the urge to squeal. You are elated and extremely confused in the same breath because Jungkook knows this is your all-time favorite…
Pornstars are technically models, right?
And just like that, you have so many questions that require immediate answers to keep breathing!
“Fuuuck me, the Kim Taehyung in the flesh,” you let slip through a stuttering breath, spacing the hell out into the man’s chiseled-by-gods features.
“Always a pleasure to meet a fan,” he reaches for your hand and places a kiss on it.
“You’re like… so much hotter in person, sir. I–I mean…”
“Sir?” he softly laughs, then turns to Jungkook. “Please tell me this is a gift for me?”
“Sure. Would you like to die of natural causes?” Jungkook replies with an equally charming smile.
The two men chuckle at each other as if this is just business as usual, and neither has the decency to acknowledge the tuxedo-wearing elephant in the room trumpeting “Fucking address me!”. At the absolute limit of your patience after that five-second lull, you decide to take the matter into your own hands.
“How do you even know each other?” you ask, exerting significant effort to not sound like a rabid fangirl.
“Might sound made up, but we actually went to law school together,” Jungkook answers, landing a loud slap on his friend’s back. “Then my man did the right thing and got into attention whoring business instead.”
“Your picks are in cabin two,” Taehyung points towards an arch leading into darkness.
“Your picks?” you cock a brow at Jungkook.
“Come on,” he leads you to the back, leaving Taehyung to be a whip whisperer for the next couple in line.
This section does feel boutique-y with the changing rooms, albeit maybe in a strip club. The bright red neon lights illuminate the dark corridor on each end, giving it a cliché pleasure district vibe. As per the extravaganza dripping off the walls, even the changing rooms are actually rooms—so spacious, three people can easily fit in there and use it as a private lounge. Not that there is any reason for three people to chill in a changing room.
At least you can’t think of any PG ones.
The “picks” in question are clothing items hung on a rack, none of which can end up in your wardrobe of your own volition. They are all made of leather, entirely unwearable in public, and barely wearable within four walls, to be frank. You put on the first set and check your reflection, but it’s as if a stranger is staring back at you. With the bright red neon lights illuminating even the mirror frame, you look no different than a pleasure district merchandise on display.
“Need some help?” Jungkook’s voice reaches you through the thick curtain.
“Uh… Not really, but…” you answer him hesitantly, “I wouldn’t say I wore something.”
“Come out. Let me see.”
You open the curtain and show yourself, trying to play it cool and not make your embarrassment too obvious. It’s just a red strapless top and a micro mini skirt over fishnet stockings, but Jungkook still whistles a crass catcall followed by a two-syllable “damn”, shamelessly ogling you from head to toe.
“Mm, the devil’s mistress,” he puts his hands on your waist, slowly sliding them down to your hips. “I’ve always wanted to know what sin tastes like.”
He dives into your lips headfirst, and your knees give way so quickly that if you didn’t hold onto his Pacific-ass shoulders at the last second, you would be kissing the floor instead. The entire day, he’s been melting you with his random and deep deep DEEP kisses, and at this rate, nothing’s gonna be left of you when the clock strikes midnight. He doesn’t even give a fuck, deliberately making loud wet noises and caressing your pussy to make you moan into his mouth.
You got half a mind to bend over against that wall and ask him to blow your back out.
“What are you doing?” you giggle. “Someone’s going to see.”
“Shh, hold this,” he hands you his phone. “Record me.”
“R–Record you?”
“Yeah, the lights are really pretty here, don’t you think? It’ll be like you lured me into your lair,” he kneels before you, licking his lips at the sight of your slick folds. “And I begged you to keep me hostage for your pleasure.”
Then he fucking goes for it.
You turn the camera on and switch to video mode, legitimately wishing you were in the adult entertainment business because this footage right there is a certified gold mine. An insanely sexy man is on his knees for you, his arms wrapped around your legs, his eyes closed, slurping on your pussy like it’s fucking ayahuasca, just utterly entranced. You zoom in on how his tongue glides all over your clit, and even though you’re the one in the frame with him, he looks so hot that you throb harder with each lick.
“Mmm… Oh fuck, Jungkook, you really know how to use that tongue…”
“Dinner in my house and I’m not invited?”
“OH MY GOD!”
You yeet yourself back into the cabin and harshly pull the curtain when Taehyung’s voice suddenly blares in your ears. You’re about to DIE of mortification, yet the two men are not even slightly fazed, just giggling as if a cute accident has just taken place.
“Would you be able to resist this?” Jungkook wipes the corner of his mouth, gently pulling you out of your makeshift panic room. “Just look at her.”
Taehyung’s eyes land on you, but that’s not looking, nuh uh. The man eats you alive and leaves no crumbs with his gaze alone. He takes a few unrushed steps, circling around you, appreciating every nook and cranny like he’s appraising a rare piece of art for his debauched museum. As he completes his lap, he notices the letters behind your ear that look like custom branding, and it makes him break into the most perverse smile.
“Your girl’s so bad,” he lets out a longing sigh, staring at your lips with narrowed eyes. “Let me have her.”
The way they talk about you like you’re the pleasure object of the century should feel offensive, but context is everything. When it’s their vulgar attention on you, it makes you feel like the most powerful bitch in the universe, and you don’t remember ever being this flattered. Who in their right mind wouldn’t? It’s Kim fucking Taehyung openly declaring he wants to have you.
And rare are the things the prince of pleasure has hungered for and not devoured.
“Change into the black one. I’ll choose some accessories for you,” Jungkook instructs, pointing at the rack behind you. “Ditch the underwear.”
The two men leave the area, and although Taehyung moves as calmly as always, the brighter lights of the main lounge work like a spotlight, cast directly on the erection pressing against his slacks. Jungkook wears a shit-eating grin on his lips when he notices it, amused that old habits indeed die hard.
“How’d you like it?” he asks, flipping through a rack of cuffs with custom lettering options.
“Would pair the latex with a whip, but to each his own, I guess,” Taehyung offers his expert opinion.
“Yeah, that’s totally what I asked.”
Jungkook decides on a pair of black leather cuffs, then reaches for the sleek box right above the rack. He picks three diamond-encrusted letters and pierces the wristbands with them, devilishly smiling at the friendship bracelet from hell he’s just made. Satisfied with his little creation, he leans into Taehyung’s ear, finally divulging the purpose of his visit.
“Clear the place and lower the shutters. We got some business with you.”
“So it is a gift for me?” Taehyung smirks.
“You’re asked to be a guest, not the host,” Jungkook fakes a smile. “Play nice before I castrate you.”
Taehyung just chortles at Jungkook’s antics, amused that old habits indeed die hard, and does as told. In less than five minutes, the place is closed for a “private showing”. Ever the man of manners, he pours two glasses of his finest scotch, and the old friends get to reminiscing as though this is a casual visit to catch up, sprawling on the obscenely comfortable sofa that looks like it’s smuggled from a lesser-known palace.
Their conversation goes into mandatory intermission when your voice finally emerges from the back of the room.
“Um… Jungkook? Could you help me with this?”
“Come out here, baby. Let me see.”
Is this man trying to fucking kill you? Like, is that the end goal for today?
“I uh… I don’t think I can,” you hesitantly speak.
“Come out, it’s just us. There’s no one else here.”
The vague wording makes you think that it’s just you and Jungkook, but you don’t even know why you’re surprised to see the homeowner with him. Of course he would be present. The only problem is…
When Jungkook said “Ditch the underwear”, turns out it was for practical purposes since what you’re wearing is a leather leotard. The piece is actually rather tasteful, beautifully designed with intricate straps around the chest, but it’s… carved out in strategic places, such as the opening that starts from your mound and reaches all the way to your tailbone. When you spread your legs, your pussy is out in the open to be licked and fucked to any heart’s content.
A depraved prince’s, for example.
Jungkook’s face falls in awe when you walk into the room. He downs his entire glass and sets it aside, then walks up to you to admire you closer. The mask over your eyes, the over-the-knee boots with ridiculously high platforms, all handpicked to make him lose his damn mind. Which he’s about to.
Then he goes ahead and puts the cuffs adorned with diamond “JJK”s on your wrists as if he wants to overdose on arousal.
“Gorgeous,” he holds your hand and spins you around. “Wouldn’t you say so?”
“Not even close to expressing how mesmerized I am,” Taehyung concurs, “but let’s just leave it at yes for now.”
“Which would be very wise of you,” Jungkook subtly threatens, wrapping an arm around your waist. “So anyway, we’re also making our porn debut and—”
“What?!” you and Taehyung exclaim in unison.
“Focus, I need a professional opinion here,” Jungkook deadpans. “I have a persona in mind, and…”
Then he rambles on about stuff you’re hearing for the very first time. It’s either bait, or there’s some understanding between them to roll with stuff under certain twisted circumstances. As Jungkook delivers his scarily elaborate pitch, you can’t help but wonder if this is indeed an in-the-moment improvisation, or if he’s actually thought about you as adult performers with an “incubus/succubus couple” schtick at some point in time. Taehyung attentively listens, silently goes to the rack where various restraints are displayed like fashionable leather belts, then picks a collar attached to a chain with large hoops.
“Undress him,” he calmly instructs you. “Just the top.”
Jungkook doesn’t say a word, but his excitement is written all over his face in comically large letters, making him light up like all Times Square jumbotrons at once. You put your hands on his collar and cascade his blazer off his shoulders, then take your sweet time unbuttoning his shirt. The more skin you expose, the crazier your heart beats, and it reaches tachycardic heights when his tattoo sleeve enters the frame in its full glory. Once he is naked from the waist up, Taehyung attaches the collar around Jungkook’s neck and hands you the chains with a smirk.
“Pull on it,” he demands.
You do, and Jungkook staggers towards you, almost crashing into your lips. Taehyung moves behind you and rests his chin on your shoulder.
“You see the vision, right?” he rhetorically asks you, his eyes glued to Jungkook. “Wanna take this upstairs? If you want a dress rehearsal, I’ll give you a platform.”
“Aww, you’d do that for us?” Jungkook coos with hyperbolic endearment. “Would your audience be into it?”
“My audience is 95% women, and 5% men with extremely good taste,” Taehyung drops his stats. “And 100% swing both ways violently.”
“Then lead the way.”
As Taehyung disappears into the dark corridor, Jungkook grabs you by the wrist to stay behind. He has those devilish lights flickering in his eyes again, and it makes your heart skip a few beats.
“Recess is now over,” he declares.
“So, back to do not disturb mode?” you ask.
“I think this should be more interactive, so you can keep speaking, but we still have rules in place,” he starts playing with your hair. “Three, in fact.”
“Listening?”
His face suddenly turns more stern, wordlessly letting you know that whatever he’s about to say is no joking matter.
“Don’t forget that your allegiance lies with me,” he emphasizes. “Don’t think about playing tricks or ganging up on me. You listen to me, not him.”
You nod.
“You don’t initiate physical contact. You wait for my commands,” he continues, “but feel free to go crazy while executing them. React as much as you want, however you want. Moan. Scream. The more you enjoy yourself, the happier you’ll make me.”
You nod again.
“But whatever you do,” he speaks very very slowly, slightly frowning, “you do NOT moan his name. The only name you’ll ever moan is mine. Is that clear?”
How can it NOT be clear when bro dropped it like fucking law?
When he said “The only name you will…”, he could have just stopped there. In fact, he should have stopped there, but it was a choice to say “will ever”. The only name “you will ever moan” is his. As in… not only for tonight, but like… forever.
You nod for the last time.
“Good girl,” he pecks your lips as your first well-deserved sticker. “Now let’s play.”
You follow the trail Taehyung has drawn with his cologne, and climb two flights of stairs in the dark corridor. It feels familiar when you walk into the lavish room dripping in reds and blacks; you remember it from a few livestreams. You can’t really tell if he actually lives here—it does look like a prince’s bedchambers, but he also has quite the set going on, at least a semi-professional one with all the expensive equipment lying around.
And to no one’s surprise, his choice of lighting for his den of sin is neon reds.
Jungkook settles on one of the armchairs right by the edge of the bed and volunteers to be your seat, pulling you into his lap. Taehyung returns with what looks like a few lavender-colored pills in his palm and offers them to Jungkook.
“You still partake, I hope. Will be a major buzzkill otherwise,” he speaks in the key of their degenerate memories together. “Hit two if you need it.”
“Don’t mind if I do,” Jungkook readily accepts with a hearty laugh. “Man, my dick’s gonna hurt like a motherfucker tomorrow, isn’t it?”
“As it should. ‘I need a minute to get hard again’ isn’t exactly giving living legend of live porn,” Taehyung scoffs, his eyes glowing like orbs of fire fixated on you. “Every good thing has a price.”
“Indeed it does,” Jungkook proclaims, caressing your bottom lip with his thumb. “Stick your tongue out for me, baby.”
There could be fucking heroin in there, but you oblige with sheer enthusiasm, sucking on the finger that pressed the lavender pill on your tongue. It’s not because you are entirely blinded by your lust—Jungkook has asked you a question earlier that day, which sounded deceptively lighter despite the colossal weight it carried.
Do you or do you not trust me?
And when you said “I do,” you very much meant it. The “why” is not something explainable by words; you can only feel it. You can only feel that even if you’re going 200 mph in the wrong lane, this man would never let a single strand of your hair be harmed. Because whenever you’re with Jungkook, “danger” never truly exists.
It’s just an extra in the backdrop for the thrill.
“So… How much for a private show?” Jungkook asks, smile cocky, posture relaxed as if Taehyung is the visitor here. “My girl kinda loses it over that dick, you know.”
“WHAT NO I DO NOT SHUT UP!!!” you shriek at the top of your lungs, your scandalized reaction making both men howl with laughter.
“As you’re also intimately familiar, no show can do me justice,” Taehyung eventually responds. “I have to be experienced.”
“What do you say, baby?” Jungkook looks up at you. “Down for the full Kim Taehyung experience?”
It’s a once-in-several-lifetimes moment—could be an opportunity to seize or a bullet to dodge depending on how you wish to interpret it. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Taehyung stares at you with hooded eyes, head tilted, palms pressed on the mattress, then extends a hand like he’s daring you to come play.
Or set your fucking life on fire.
“Don’t mind if I do,” you respond at long last, reciprocating his serene smile.
“Give me a kiss,” Jungkook tugs on your wrist.
At least this time he has the courtesy to let you know rather than going straight for the jumpscare. When you lean into him, he damn near inhales you, kissing you with the kind of passion he never has before.
If you didn’t know any better, you’d suspect… it’s to send a petty message to Taehyung… or something.
“Go sit on his lap for me,” he whispers into your lips, forehead pressed to yours, tucking your hair behind your ear.
It takes a few seconds for you to come out of that trance, but you follow your orders. As you make your way to him, Taehyung spreads his legs even wider, letting you decide which thigh you would like as your new throne. You pick the left spot that has a magnificent Jungkook view and get comfortable, putting one arm around Taehyung’s shoulder while he curls his around your waist.
“Tsk, something’s not right,” Jungkook purses his lips, allegedly looking for the tiny but maddening flaw in his painting. He then snaps his fingers as if he’s finally spotted it. “Undress him. Just the top.”
You remove Taehyung’s blazer with zero rush, and he seems to enjoy his own striptease a bit too much. With every button you undo, you feel him grow bigger and harder under you, and when you finally reveal the gorgeous canvas you’ve only perceived through a screen, your lips part in disbelief that you’re merely inches away from painting it messy with your own hands.
If you had the luxury to initiate anything, that is.
“Now show me how wet you are for me,” Jungkook demands, slouching in his seat more.
His request is nothing that obscene, but when you’re wearing what you’re wearing, it feels like he’s asking you to gangbang a room full of people. You spread as wide as you can, and Jungkook lets out a stuttering exhale, biting his lips on instinct when the neon reds make the thick gloss coating your pussy glisten.
“Theeere you go,” he approves the final draft, contently nodding.
“So you lose it over me,” Taehyung holds your chin and turns your head towards his. “How?”
“I don’t remember ever confirming that,” you respond.
“Oh, come on, I don’t always get to hear direct feedback,” he attempts a playful persuasion, caressing your thighs lovingly but very much shamelessly.
“Direct feedback,” you repeat sarcastically. “Must be the most professional pseudonym I’ve heard for raging praise kink.”
Jungkook looks so entertained, grinning from ear to ear like he’s watching his team win in a tournament. Well, presently not much is at stake, so it’s not exactly giving championship game.
Doesn’t mean the semifinals are any less important, though.
“Is it… how I eat pussy?” Taehyung insists, hungrily staring at your folds as his touch climbs dangerously close to where he’s dying to be.
“Maybe,” you keep your ambiguous streak.
“But which one do you like better?” he tightens his grip around your waist. “How I lick, or how I fuck?”
“I like both very much, but the way you make out with a pussy takes the cake for me.”
“Oh, she likes both very much,” he lets his cheekbones rise to the stratosphere, orgasmically pleased with the answer he’s received. “Greedy. I like that.”
You can’t help the sighs you heave as he runs his hands all over your body. You know how mean this man can be when he wants to, but even when he gets too excited, unable to help the roughness of his touch, it’s the furthest thing from crude. There is this strange finesse to it, even a bit of worship in there if you squint.
And you still have no idea if you love being the object of his carnal desires just because it’s Taehyung, or because Jungkook is watching your every move.
“I don’t know why this is doing things to me,” he brushes his fingers on the fake tattoo behind your ear. The look in his eyes is indecipherable, but it visibly radiates sinister intent when he turns to Jungkook. “I need an answer. Gonna let me have her or what?”
“Have is a strong word. Let’s say I’ll allow you to experience her,” Jungkook rectifies. “Now that’d make one hell of a show. You should roll your cameras.”
“You’re actually gonna go through with it?” Taehyung questions, not even attempting to hide his enthusiasm.
“You’re the one that said you would give us a platform,” Jungkook reminds him. “I just have one condition.”
“Of course you do,” Taehyung snorts.
“Since we’re the talent tonight,” Jungkook divulges, “the stream’s revenue is ours in its entirety.”
“Fucking deal,” Taehyung instantly agrees, then points at the dock resting to Jungkook’s right. “Bring those to me.”
The dock holds two phones, one black and one white. Once he receives them, Taehyung opens the same app on both devices, one with a more elaborate dashboard, and begins his tutorial.
“These are the ‘dynamic cams’, and this phone is your control room,” he hands the black phone back to Jungkook. “You can switch between feeds, or choose multiple to broadcast. The static cams are located here, here, and here.” He points at the ceiling, the headboard, and the gigantic TV right across the bed. “They have motion sensors. If you’re not gonna film, just switch to auto mode, and they’ll do the work.”
“Not sure if I wanna know where you found those cameras,” Jungkook squints with a knowing smile, then looks around the room. “Before that, though, do you have any… accessories I can borrow? Preferably unused.”
“Top shelf,” Taehyung points at a large, black, safe-like cabinet right across him.
The chain around Jungkook’s neck jangles with each step he takes. The cabinet door opens with a metallic rattle, revealing some perverse treasure trove inside. It is what one would expect—all kinds of sex toys are exhibited on professionally lit shelves, some of which actually within display cases, and everything’s bedazzled with jewels.
And a voice at the back of your head tells you they’re not knock-offs at all.
“These are not fucking acrylic, is it?” Jungkook asks as if to confirm your theory, showing the bases of two blackish metal anal plugs. “Guess the red is ruby. What’s the black one?”
“Diamond,” Taehyung proudly answers. “If I’m gonna put something up my ass, it better fucking cost at least four digits.”
“Black diamond sounds A LOT more than four digits.”
“I said at least.”
Jungkook cracks up and continues his product review. “Very smooth finish,” he runs a finger on the shaft, then pulls the shelf out to show you all your options. “Point, baby. Which one do you like?”
You have to bite the inside of your cheeks to not laugh because this is fucking hysterical. Just this morning, you were pointing at pancakes, and now you’re supposed to point at what you think is the prettiest option to take up your ass as if this is goddamn Tiffany’s.
Your smirk grows bigger as you stare at him, and knowing his penchant for everything black, you point at the one with the diamond base.
“Your girl’s got taste, huh?” Taehyung places a soft kiss on your shoulder.
“No shit, Sherlock,” Jungkook pushes the shelf back in and closes the cabinet door. “What’d you expect when she fucks me on the regular?”
You what?
No, you goshdarn NOT! What does he mean rEguLaR, it happened ONE TIME! Well, one time after you made your arrangement official. Well, one time as in this is the very first installment of the said arrangement.
IT’S NOT LIKE YOU’VE BEEN COUNTING YOU’VE FUCKED TWELVE TIMES TODAY!
The questions in your head are about to drive you crazy. Is this for real, or is it a bit? Has Jungkook given him some instructions beforehand, and Taehyung’s just sticking to a script? Does Taehyung know what you and Jungkook actually are?
Do you know what you and Jungkook actually are?
Lost in the depths of your existential crisis, you haven’t even noticed Jungkook has made his way back to you. You gasp in surprise when he suddenly pulls on one of the chest straps and lets them unravel on their own to fully reveal your breasts, heaving a deep sigh at the sight.
“Rock hard,” he caresses your nipples with his thumbs. “God, it would look sexy as fuck with piercings. I’d cum untouched all over your pretty fucking face.”
He kneels to your left and wraps his lips around the hardened flesh, making you sigh just with sucks on your nipple. Taehyung follows suit on your right. With every deep exhale you let out, they moan a bit louder against your skin, and their soundwaves seep through you, rushing in your veins faster than your own blood.
“Come to my bed, beautiful,” Taehyung whispers into your ear. “Let’s get cozier.”
Don’t think about ganging up on me. You listen to me, not him.
A wave of panic washes over you, and you instantly look at Jungkook to gauge his reaction since defying him is not even the last thing you want. Much to your surprise, he gives permission with a nod, lightly pushing your chest to climb on the mattress. Taehyung rests his back against his headboard and pulls you into his lap, making you sit right between his legs. Your heart’s about to give out watching Jungkook crawl towards you, your blood pressure through the roof as he wraps his arms around your thighs.
Then he hits one lick from your clit, and your entire life flashes before your eyes.
A warm sensation starts spreading from your core to the rest of your body. Taehyung’s feather-like touch on your skin feels like he’s groping you as hard as he can. Jungkook’s tongue feels like he has three of them, making you flow a river in his mouth. Fuck ruining the sheets, you’re probably soaking through the mattress, and you are suddenly hit with these intense cravings. You want it to get worse, get harder, messier. You want it to get to a point where you have to beg for mercy. And you want them to turn a deaf ear and keep going until they both have their fill with you.
The lavender culprit is caught red-handed in the middle of a home invasion.
“What a good boy, isn’t he?” Taehyung softly chuckles, handing you the chains of Jungkook’s collar. “But I think he can eat better. What do you say?”
Your eyes find Jungkook as a knee-jerk reaction, and when he nods again, you wrap the chain around your hand and tug on it as harshly as you can. Instead of getting ticked off, he smiles into your pussy, absolutely loving this, and starts flicking his tongue on your clit with double the speed.
“Shh, no cumming,” he warns when your breathing quickens.
Then you find yourself in yet another ceaseless loop.
He brings you to the very edge, then stops. Brings you to the edge, then stops. Every time you’re about to cum, you force yourself to move away from him, and you do, but not because you can. Only because he lets you. Only because he can’t get enough of watching you lube yourself up.
“I said,” he sternly repeats, “no cumming.”
“Please,” you hold his head in between your hands to stop him. “P–Please slow down. I c— I can’t…”
But he doesn’t stop. Of course he doesn’t stop. He just keeps eating as if he wants to emboss your taste on his tongue permanently, and there’s nothing you can do about it. You just listen. You just take. You just selfishly receive just like he asked you to, and collect your good girl stickers one after the other.
Something within Taehyung snaps so abruptly that he suddenly spreads your legs even wider apart, heavily breathing down your neck.
“Faster,” he demands, growling through his gritted teeth like he’s the one being relentlessly stimulated. “Make her fucking come apart.”
“Please, don’t, I c— I can’t hold i— JUNGKOOK, PLEASE, FUCK!!!”
Maybe Taehyung’s body is covered in kerosene and Jungkook’s tongue is an arson-worthy match, and they call this shit normal when they set people’s bodies on fire just because they can. You can’t pinpoint the origin point of the blaze, though. Part of it is lust; you can tell that much, but there seems to be some other stuff lacing it.
“Aww, embarrassed?” Jungkook hands you the answer himself, more affectionately than taunting. “Did it feel too good?”
That orgasm was a fucking brain freeze—you have a slight headache and a complete blank slate in your head. You can’t produce a single word. All you can do is nod, but you’re dreading the punishment that’s going to follow for stepping out of line.
“Shh, shh, it’s okay. It’s okay,” he pacifies you, kissing all over your thighs. “Now Tae needs to keep your legs up for me, okay? Don’t worry, he’s gonna take very good care of you.”
You nod again.
“Good girl,” he steals a quick peck from your lips, adding one more sticker to your little scrapbook.
As Jungkook ties the straps on your chest back up, Taehyung loosens his death grip on you, his large hands tenderly massaging your sore thighs, and he drowns you in kisses all over your neck, your cheeks, and your lips. He’s pampering you so much that you might just fall asleep in his embrace. He pulls you back to earth with a little bite on your ear and spreads your legs again, holding them from behind your knees, and lifts them up. The strategic carving puts both your holes on full display for Jungkook, and it makes you feel a little too vulnerable.
And he absolutely drooools at the sight.
“I’m gonna fucking pass out, just look at this. Made to be used,” he hisses in delight, rubbing the tip of the plug against your drenched folds to get it wet. “You’re throbbing. You like it when I do this?”
If you could talk, you would throw some snark like, “Oh, I don’t know, is water wet, headass?” That tank crash of an orgasm paired with Taehyung’s kiss coma has turned you into an absolute puddle, and of course it makes you clench when this motherfucker talks to you like that.
“Do you want to be stuffed full, baby?” he stares at you like a starving hyena. “Craving your man’s cock again?”
Oh, he needs to shut the FUCK UP!
You know Jungkook to be a very smart man, if not the smartest one in your personal directory. He is perfectly capable of doing risk analyses, as well, so how come he can’t see how fucking dangerous his word choices are?!
How come he can’t see you’re trying so hard to stop yourself from believing that… that he…
“I’m gonna give it to you just the way you like it very very soon,” he places a soft kiss on your clit, then gently spreads your cheeks. “Now let’s make you prettier.”
He keeps dragging his tongue up to your oozing entrance, then down to your hips, smearing your slick everywhere. Your tensed thighs start to relax, but you still flinch with each lick into your tighter hole, no matter how careful he is.
“Deep breaths, beautiful,” Taehyung soothes you, his kisses still at work like a cozy blanket. “Focus on the pleasure. Doesn’t his tongue feel so fucking good in there?”
You fervently nod, no longer possessing enough strength to even open your eyes. You bask in that false sense of security Jungkook’s languid rhythm gives you, then properly jolt when he traps your clit between his lips again. He sucks on it with the happiest hums, and you finally feel the cold of the metal gingerly prodding your hole, soaking wet with your slick. He reaches for your hand, tightly locking his fingers with yours, and with each shallow thrust, the plug sinks a bit deeper inside you.
“Just like that. You’re doing so great. Look how happy you’re making hi— Theeere you go,” Taehyung keeps comforting you, grinning bigger when Jungkook swims back up to the surface again. “Looks beautiful, doesn’t it?”
“Sexiest fucking thing. I’m getting her one of these for daily use,” Jungkook damn near froths at the mouth with all the excitement crawling under his skin, then he leans into your face. “Comfortable?”
“I’ll… I’ll adjust,” you take another deep breath.
“Yes, you will. Of course you will. You’re so good for me,” he gives you a deep kiss, worth at least five stickers, then turns to Taehyung. “Let’s get this shit started.”
He hands Taehyung his phone, then pulls the armchair to the side of the bed, sitting on it with his legs resting on the mattress. As he’s testing the connection quality of his “dynamic cam”, Taehyung sets up the stream with what he thinks is a catchy title.
borrowing his girl bc i lost my fleshlight
“How does it feel to know we’re gonna make thousands of people cum tonight?” Taehyung pulls you under his arm.
“Kinda scary to realize how much I’m loving this,” you honestly respond.
He breaks into a satisfied smile, holds the phone up for you to see the screen, and finally hits “Stream”.
It’s just him in the frame for now, but you can see the flood of comments, flying by so fast that it’s impossible to catch a single word, let alone read them in full. Merely thirty seconds in, the viewer count is already at five digits and counting, and only then do you comprehend what a huge reach Taehyung actually has.
In your defense, who the fuck checks engagement stats when gooning?
“Hello there, my hellhounds. I have a really special treat for you tonight,” he greets his rabid fanbase. “An old friend is visiting with his girlfriend, but the thing is, they are a bit of an… experimental couple.”
What the FUCK kinda insane wording is that?!
This again. You just can’t tell if Taehyung is winging it or following instructions, but unfortunately, you don’t have the time to freak out about this right now. You shake your head and channel all your attention to the chat. The comments have slowed way down now; only Taehyung’s top subscribers have the privilege to stay on screen long enough to be noticed by him.
“So something interesting will take place here,” Taehyung shifts the camera to include you in the frame, showing you wave at the screen. “You get to fuck this beauty with me.”
ohhh pretty 🥰
are u set on 🍆 queen bc I'd wife the shit out of you. RESPECTFULLY!
is the other half in the bed with you?
“He is filming us right now,” Taehyung turns to his director. “Say hi.”
Jungkook switches the feed to his POV, showing you and Taehyung snuggling on the bed, and wiggles his fingers in front of the lens. When the greeting is that veiled, of course it would leave the catastrophically horny audience unimpressed.
standard cuck or confident king?
need deets tae
hotness scale 1 to 100 🎤
“Oh, infinity. He’s so hot you’d fucking cream yourselves with a single look,” he instantly confirms. “Ripped body. Super charming. Tried hitting that myself actually, but he just doesn’t put out.”
All three of you laugh lazily, but it’s like Jungkook’s volume is somehow amplified in your ears. And even that much is enough to make your clit buzz as if he’s still vehemently munching on it.
What even…?
caaaap show us the body
vids or it didn't happen
“Tsk, what did I even do to deserve this distrust?” Taehyung sighs, shaking his head in disapproval. “Get your tight ass up. They won’t believe me.”
Jungkook sets the phone down and stands up, and Taehyung orchestrates the perfect reveal. That mouthwatering physique is even more gorgeous under the red lights, and the tattoos look like a glow-in-the-dark map showing exactly where to lick. It’s not an unfamiliar sight by now, but the chain around his neck still makes your pussy throb, and his hard on pressing against his pants is about to make you cum untouched. As if to agree with you, the comments go off.
But it makes your feelings murky.
A part of you feels a bit of thrill that people find him this sexy, but another part of you feels insanely jealous for the very same reason. It’s nothing logically explicable. You simultaneously want everyone to drool over him, but also to not perceive him whatsoever.
HOOOOOLY FUCK 🫦
tae if ur fucking his girl someone should fuck him too its only fair hi im someone
whats his name? 👀
“His name is… JK,” Taehyung divulges. “Shall we get started?”
Jungkook sits back down and takes control of the feed, nodding to signal your cue. Taehyung sets his phone to the side and shifts your body to straddle him.
Then something really weird happens.
You have masturbated to this man’s porn countless times. You still do on insomniac nights to tire yourself out. You have thirsted over him online and offline using excessively crass language, talking about what you would let him do to you day in and day out, whenever he wants, however he wants. The very same man just touches your face, but your heart still falls out of your chest. Because it feels like you’re cheating on Jungkook.
But WHY?
“He wants to watch you enjoy yourself, otherwise he wouldn’t bring you here,” Taehyung discreetly whispers in your ear, strangely reassuring. “Trust me.”
When he pulls away, you stare at his lips for a few seconds, forcing your brain into a hard reset, and submit your request.
“Then let’s see what all the full experience hype is about.”
He reciprocates your grin with an equally dangerous one, and when he takes your lips within his, the lavender culprit hijacks the feed of your brain. Whatever worry has started to bubble up is immediately put out when his tongue swirls around yours, and you let yourself go, just savoring Taehyung’s taste on your palate. It almost makes you laugh to notice he actually kisses like he eats pussy—with so much gusto, a little messy, and the wet sounds making you tingle in certain places.
“If that’s how you taste everywhere, I’m in fucking trouble,” he barely opens his eyes when he breaks the kiss, flashing an already fucked out smile.
“Then lucky for you, I don’t. Otherwise you would have tasted my man’s cum on my tongue.”
You have NO IDEA where the fuck that even came from, but with your inhibitions taking a nosedive, you don’t feel as embarrassed as you think you should. Heck, why should you? Jungkook was the one calling himself “your man” to your face, and so what if you’re just going along with it? HA!
Embarrassment may not be there, but you are still dead scared to look him in the eye. You just don’t want to see his reaction, especially if it will make you feel bad, so you deploy everything in your power to pretend he’s not there at all.
Then he goes ahead and forces you to acknowledge his presence, that motherfucker.
Oh, you hear him alright. You hear him loud and clear. You hear the way he hisses in delight as if he wants you to know he’s about to overdose on arousal, and it’s getting to your head so bad that he’s like this because he’s watching another man pleasure you.
Oh, you’re sooo fucked…
“So thoughtful of you. How did you know I like my donuts glazed?” Taehyung speaks politely like the royalty he is, catching you completely off guard when he suddenly flips you over. “You really shouldn’t have.”
And this is why Taehyung is called a prince. The prince of the nether realm, but still… He slithers down between your legs, but he is very cognizant that you had a feral animal going to town on you just moments ago. He works to soothe your body first, gives plenty of attention to your thighs, to every inch of your labia, just leaving very soft kisses all over. Only when he deems you are ready to endure his tongue does he cannonball into your pussy.
Also like a feral animal…
Of course you have wondered if he fakes it at all; the man performs for a living, but turns out Taehyung’s just a bona fide munch-ficionado. He completely loses himself in your taste, and you cannot believe you have the privilege of watching him make out with a pussy in 4K times infinity. From front row center!
“Mm, creamy,” he looks up at you expectantly. “Would you say I really know how to use that tongue, too?”
“Not bad at all,” you smile back at him.
i will NEVER get tired of watching this man eat pussy
that clit 🫠
sooooo lickable 😮💨
zoom please!
Ever the fanservicing director, Jungkook zooms to the maximum, capturing the tongue-to-clit connection perfectly.
“Just tease it with the tip of your tongue. Don’t put any pressure.”
WHAT THE FUCK HIS VOICE???!!!!!
sir you shutting up is a crime against humanity tf
PLEEEEEASE DO A LIVE COMMENTARY
“Live commentary?” Jungkook chortles. “Your audience is way too horny, T.”
“Of course they are,” Taehyung loudly slurps on your slick. “Why do you think we vibe so hard?”
“Give me a good angle. Cheek to thigh. Theeeere you go,” Jungkook approvingly nods, then switches the feed to your cam. “Show us how he munches on that clit, baby.”
Sure, would he like you to fucking DIE, as well?
You pick up Taehyung’s phone, filming him from the most salacious angle possible, and you suddenly hear a belt unbuckling to your right. Your clit throbs for whatever reason, and when you instinctively turn to the source of the sound, you almost combust seeing Jungkook stroking his girth.
Needless to say, it makes you throb harder.
“Gotta give it to you, Taeritorrials, your man knows how to eat,” he confesses to the audience. “Got me hard as fuck just watching.”
“Hear that?” Taehyung smirks, dying of ego inflation. “Tell him how my tongue feels on your cunt.”
“God, it feels fucking incredible…”
SUB GUYS FTW OH MY GOD YOU GOOD BOI YOU
jerk it jk
what else turns you on 👉👈
“Me? Everything about this girl turns me the fuck on.”
You kinda hate that you can’t see the comment feed because you’re dying to know what the context of this cursed conversation is. Meanwhile, Jungkook puts his own cam feed next to yours, showing how he lazily strokes his cock.
“I get so many intrusive thoughts about fucking her, I should be institutionalized. Look at what she does to me.”
omg simp
SIIIIIMP
taeritorrials adopt u jk <333
“Well, thank you,” he giggles. “Don’t you think your man should also jerk it while eating my girl’s pretty pussy?”
Well, no one has to tell Taehyung twice. His tongue not leaving your clit for one second, he unbuckles his belt and gets rid of his pants, giving Jungkook the perfect material to zoom in on.
will never not make my pussy throb that fucking SIZE
need to sit on it rn
rn? try EVERY DAMN DAY
Jungkook has endured so much worse than this before and managed to stay perfectly unrattled. He is inclined to blame the lavender culprit for his silent spiral because every moan you let out, he feels it reverberate all over his body. Every glance you steal from him, he hears it as you calling out his name. Every time you touch Taehyung, he deludes himself into thinking you yearn to touch him instead.
And on the seventh-minute mark, he finally fucking loses it.
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Rule #2: Keep it low-profile so your quiet college life stays ruined-reputation-free.
Rule #3: Never fall for the campus heartbreaker.
You’ve played by the rules for a few months, keeping your friends-with-benefits deal with Jeon Jungkook strict and secret. But what will you do when your alarm goes off at 7:00 AM on the morning of a major exam, and he’s still passed out in your bed with zero intention of sneaking out?
ᴳᵉⁿʳᵉ : College AU, Fwb-to-Lovers, Fluff & Intimacy, conffesion (featuring an insufferably clingy boyfriend-to-be).
ᵂᵃʳⁿⁱⁿᵍˢ : Sleep-deprived Jungkook being a menace · kissing, biting etc · Over-the-clothes touching & zero respect for personal space · Playful teasing & casual vulgarity · Light angst regarding college reputation · Complete academic sabotage (he does not care about your exam).
The obnoxious yell of your alarm tears through the quiet of your dorm room like a siren. You drag a hand across your cheek, wiping away a streak of drool before blindly reaching across the mattress and swiping at the red button, silencing the torture.
With a groan, you decide that adulting is a scam and prepare to flop onto your other side to execute a solid fifteen minutes of blissful procrastination.
You roll over. You open your eyes. Then you immediately blink, squinting through the morning blur to get a clearer picture, because something is definitely not right today.
Jeon Jungkook is completely passed out on his stomach right next to you.
He’s buried deep under your girlish, baby pink duvet, occupying 75% of your bed without a single care in the world. His face is turned toward you, pillow-smushed and framed by a chaotic nest of messy dark hair. His back muscles are completely relaxed in slumber, and he isn't wearing a shirt.
Which is entirely your fault, considering you're currently drowning in his oversized T-shirt, stolen off your floor after your intense midnight make-out session. (Strictly because you just love the smell of his stupidly good fuckboy cologne.)
You stare down at him, your brain running through a mental checklist of things that are wildly off:
1. It’s morning.
2. Lectures start in an hour.
3. Jeon Jungkook is still here.
4. Jeon Jungkook is never still here in the morning when lectures start in an hour.
Normally, Jungkook is a ghost by now. He has a habit of sneaking out before the sun comes up, mostly because he has a reputation to uphold; Campus "fuckboy," heartbreaker, guy-who-doesn't-do-mornings. And honestly, you’ve been more than fine with that arrangement. If the girls down the hall caught him slipping out of your room, you’d never hear the end of it and your low-profile college existence would be officially over.
Yet here he is. Looking stupidly peaceful.
"Jungkook," you hiss, jabbing your finger directly into his exposed shoulder blade. "Jeon. Get up."
He groans, and lazily swats your hand away, then he turns his head slightly, burying his face deeper into your pillow without opening an eye.
"Jungkook, I'm serious," you mutter. "I'm trying to save us from a social disaster,"
He doesn't answer. You look down at him, your gaze tracing the softness of his sleepy face when he isn't trying to look cool and shit. Your eyes eventually settle on the tiny mole just beneath his bottom lip.
Without thinking, you reach out. Your index finger lightly presses against the brown spot.
Jungkook doesn't pull away. Instead, his lashes flutter, a tiny, subconscious smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as your fingertip lingers there. He shifts slightly, sliding one arm around your waist and dragging you back down into the center of the bed until your hip is pressed flush against his side.
Positioned a bit higher on the mattress, your chest sits just above his head. He buries his face directly into your stomach, nuzzling into the cotton of his own tee. The sudden movement sends a flurry of butterflies straight to your belly, catching your breath in your throat for a sharp second.
"Hey," you protest weakly, though you let yourself be pulled into his warmth. "I mean it. You're supposed to be gone."
"Five minutes," he grunts.
"No," you say firmly, trying to ignore the way your pulse rises. "I am not falling for this. If you are so exhausted, go back to your own bed."
"M'not that tired," he lies smoothly.
"Right," you deadpan, rolling your eyes as your fingers naturally drift up to run through his messy hair. "You can barely talk."
"I can talk fine,"
"You're not even fully awake," you point out, as your fingers tug gently at the roots of his hair.
He finally squints one eye open, looking up at you through a mop of unruly curls, and flashing you a lazy smirk. It's the exact look that usually gets him whatever he wants. The playboy look.
"I'm awake enough to do other things," he murmurs, his hand sliding down from your waist to grip your hip firmly, his thumb digging into the bone through the fabric.
Your fingers freeze in his hair. You look down at him, your cheeks warming. "You're stupid," you murmur, completely flustered and hating how effortlessly he does this to you.
Jungkook just gives you a knowing smile, and shifts slightly, tilting his head to press a kiss right over your covered stomach. He then pulls back just enough to look up at you, his dark eyes hooded and still heavy with sleep.
"You stress too much, Y/N"
"That's because you stress me out,"
He chuckles sending a vibration directly against your body. You are melting into the mattress, and you both know it. Shifting his weight, he pushes up onto his hands, moving effortlessly to hover entirely over you, blocking out the pale morning light creeping through the blinds with his shoulders. He dips his head, pressing a open-mouthed kiss to your exposed collarbone.
"I can make you relax real well, too," he teases, his breath fanning hot over your skin as his lips trace up the column of your neck.
"No need," you gasp out, trying to push at his chest, but your weak protest is entirely ignored.
Jungkook drops his head lower, and a embarrassing sound escapes your throat as he lightly nips the sensitive skin right where your neck meets your shoulder. His hand slides all the way up your ribs, slipping his fingers beneath the hem of the shirt, his palm finding your bare skin and pushing upwards to firmly cup your breast.
You feel dizzy instantly when his thumb brushes over you. God, he's so good at this. Of course he is. He's Jeon Jungkook. Someone that shouldn't be here.
You get lost in the sensation. In the way his mouth latches onto the sweet spot of your neck. His tongue licks over your skin before his lips create a heavy suction, marking you. You know full well he is leaving a hickey there; claiming you in a way a casual hookup shouldn't be allowed to. You will have to hide the mark with concealer and collared shirts for the next five days. But right now, as his teeth lightly drag over the bruised skin, you can't even find the energy to care. You tangle your hands back into his hair, gripping the strands tightly as your eyes slip shut.
You never, ever thought you would end up like this with him. If someone had told you six months ago that you would be risking your entire quiet college existence to become just another body count for Jungkook, you would have laughed in their face.
But look at you being a breathless mess beneath him, completely dismantled as he uses his mouth and hands to manipulate you into staying in this bed forever. Jungkooks lips are hot, dragging down your jaw to bruise the junction of your neck once more, making your toes curl into the sheets.
But enough is enough.
Gathering whatever little willpower you have left, your fingers tighten around his hair, giving a forceful tug that pulls his head back, forcibly pulling his mouth away from your skin, stopping him from continuing to abuse your neck.
"Ah," Jungkook whines softly at the sharp pull on his scalp. He blinks up at you, his lips swollen, and slick from kissing your neck. "What?"
"That's it," you declare. "No more. I have an exam first class today."
Jungkook’s brow furrows, his head resting heavily against your chest as he groans in protest. "Fuck the exam."
"I am not fucking the exam, Jungkook," you hold his face back by his hair so he can't bury it back into your neck. "I spent the entire week studying until two in the morning for this. I am not about to miss it because you're feeling lazy."
He rolls his dark eyes, a small, sleepy scoff escaping him. "Of course you did, nerd."
"I am not a nerd," you glare down at his insufferable face. "I just actually care about my future. Unlike some people who think they can slide through life on a leather jacket and a pretty smile."
Jungkook doesn't argue. Instead, his gaze drops from your eyes down to your parted lips, taking his sweet time tracing the flushed skin of your jawline down to the fresh hickey he just left on your neck. You narrow your eyes at him, sensing the trouble brewing in his head.
"Jungkook," you say warningly. "I mean it."
He flickers his eyes back up to yours, perfectly mimicking an innocent expression, right up until you feel his hand slide smoothly down, slipping straight beneath to the elastic band of your panties. Your eyes widen in instant panic. You yank harder on his hair, but he barely winces.
"Kook! Stop—"
"Shh," he mutters. "You're a smart girl. Your bright, shiny future isn't going to fall apart because of one stupid exam."
You try to shift away from him, to twist your hips out of his reach, but the sudden pressure of his middle finger pressing against your heat betrays you entirely. A pathetic, helpless moan escapes your throat. Your back arches involuntarily, head falling back against the pillow in surrender.
Capitalizing on your moment of weakness, Jungkook shifts his weight up, managing to press a kiss along your jawline right up to your chin while his fingers move in a intoxicating rhythm below.
"Jungkook, stop, really—I just—I just want to get good grades," you gasp out as a dizzying surge of heat rushes straight to your core.
"I know, baby," he coos against your chin. "You're such a good student. So smart...I'm so proud of you."
"You piece of shit," you manage to choke out. "You don't care about my grades... you're just trying to shut me up so I don't kick you out!"
Jungkook lets out a low laugh, unbothered by the insult because he know that it's entirely true.
Refusing to let him win this round, you reach down, wrapping your fingers firmly around his wrist and using all your strength to pull his hand away from between your legs. Recognizing the real edge of annoyance in your grip, and realizing you genuinely want to make it to class, Jungkook finally gives up. He sighs heavily, letting his hand drop uselessly onto the sheets, though he makes absolutely no effort to actually get off of you. Instead of moving, he simply collapses his entire torso flat on top of you, burying his face directly into the crook of your neck.
"You are so fucking unavailable, you know that?" he mutters with a dramatic mix of a pout and genuine exasperation. "I don't think I've ever had to compete with a syllabus before."
"Move, Jungkook," you say, giving his bare shoulder a shove that doesn't budge him even an inch. "I'm serious. Off."
"Can't we just stay like this?" he murmurs tiredly, his voice muffled against your collarbone.
"No" you say firmly. "Some of us have responsibilities."
"Responsibilities are overrated," he grumbles, his arms wrapping tightly around your waist as if physically pins you to the bed. "Just sleep in. Skip the day with me."
You sigh, resting your chin on top of his head as your hands mindlessly massage his scalp. You look down at the popular campus fuckboy, currently clinging to your waist like a giant koala in a pair of basketball shorts. You smile softly to yourself, shaking your head in total disbelief.
"You know, for a guy with a terrifyingly high body count and a strict 'no-sleeping-over' policy, you’re incredibly clingy when you're almost unconscious," you say, your voice dropping into a teasing purr. "Is this just part of your usual morning routine with everyone?"
"Not unconscious," he corrects. "And I don't do this with anyone else."
Your hand freezes in his hair for a fraction of a second before you recover your cool, dry tone. "Right. I’m sure you tell all the girls who you let steal your clothes that they're special."
Jungkook doesn't laugh like he usually does. Instead, he opens his eyes and looks up at you with an intensity that makes your stomach do a ridiculous flip.
"I don’t leave my shirts with anyone else," he says quietly, his thumb lightly trace the hem of his t-shirt collar resting over your collarbone. "And I don't stay past five in the morning."
You raise an eyebrow. "So what, you're just terrible at time management now?"
Jungkook lets out a faint sigh. He pushes himself up slightly, propping his weight on his forearms so he can hover right over your face.
"No," he mutters, his gaze dropping to your lips for a split second before locking back onto your eyes. "I like it."
"You like what? Ruining my reputation?"
"I like waking up next to you,"
"...What?"
"I like that I don't have to put on a show when I'm here. And... I don't really want to sneak out anymore."
"Jungkook," you start carefully. "We're friends. With benefits. Excellent benefits, sure, but—"
"I don't care about the label we started with," he cuts in.
Before you can pull up another defense, he shifts his weight, sliding closer until he is hovering just millimeters over your lips, trapping you in his space.
"You're joking," you whisper, trying to force out a nervous laugh, though it gets hopelessly caught in your throat. "You're sleep-deprived and delirious. You're just talking."
Jungkook doesn't get frustrated or roll his eyes. Instead, he presses a sweet peck right to the corner of your mouth, followed by another soft kiss directly to your bottom lip.
"I'm not joking, Y/N," he murmurs, his lips brushing against yours with every spoken word. He's leaning in fully, using every kiss, every lingering touch to work his way straight past your defenses, trying to capture your heart. "I haven't been joking about us for a long time."
You blink at him, your mind racing. "Right. And what about your usual crowd? I'm supposed to just forget the fact that half the university thinks you're taking a different girl home every weekend? I don't really feel like believing a guy who—"
Jungkook lets out a weary sigh, a faint scoff escaping him as he pulls back just enough to look you dead in the eye.
"I don't give a shit about other girls," he says, his dark gaze unwavering. Then, a wicked little spark flashes in his eyes as a teasing smirk tugs at his swollen lips. "Honestly? My cock doesn't even really react to anyone else anymore. It's kind of a problem."
An unexpected, loud snort erupts from your nose. "Oh wow, how romantic, Jeon." you wheeze out, your face burning a deep shade of red as you bring both hands up and shove hard against his bare chest, finally summoning the strength to sit up in bed.
Jungkook lets out a dramatic whine, but he follows your lead, propping himself up on his hip and tilting his head like an overly curious puppy, his messy fringe falling into his eyes.
Even with your back pressed against the headboard, you can't escape him. He lazily reaches out, his hand finding your thigh through the baby pink duvet, slowly massaging the soft flesh in soothing pattern.
"What?" he asks, flashing a cocky eyebrow at your red face. "Are you scared?"
"I'm not scared," you snap back defensively, wrapping your arms over your chest. "It's just... people will talk. If we do this...if we become an actual thing, the entire building will be talking about it. People are going to have opinions. Your reputation isn't exactly subtle."
"Let them talk," he says simply. "Who cares?"
You stare at him, completely at a loss for words. You look at his stupidly handsome face, the sculpted lines of his abs, and the genuine warmth in his dark eyes. As annoying as he is, and as much as he drives you insane with his lingering, his smirk, and his complete disregard for your schedule, you really do enjoy having him around.
Over the last few months, your chest had started aching with a uncomfortable sting whenever you saw him strutting down the college hallways, having to pretend he was just a stranger because of the strict 'no-strings' rule you both set. You hated not getting to talk to him. You hated watching him walk away.
Jungkook notices the shift in your eyes, reading the subtle crack in your armor like an open book. He leans in, closing the distance between you once again. His hand slides up your thigh, giving your leg a squeeze as his lips press into yours. The kiss is slow, melting away the last lingering threads of your resistance.
"So?" he murmurs between soft presses of his mouth. "You in?"
He nips at your bottom lip, dragging it gently with his teeth before releasing it with a pop. You let out a shaky breath, and taking advantage of your silence, Jungkook leans close to your ear, voice dropping into a whisper.
"Or are you really going to reject me, Y/N?" he rasps, his warm lips brushing the shell of your ear. "Gonna break my poor, fragile heart?
You pull back just enough to glare at him, your lips mere inches apart. "Says the guy who spent the last two semesters playing with half the campus's hearts."
"I won't play with yours," he answers instantly, dropping all the playful teasing, completely serious "I promise."
You look at him for a long second, taking in the genuine honesty in his doe eyes.
"Okay," you whisper softly.
Jungkook’s face instantly lights up. A triumphant smile breaks across his lips. "Okay?"
"Okay," you repeat.
Jungkook lets out a low, victorious hum, wrapping his arms around your waist and forcefully tackling you backward onto your back. You squeal as your head hits the soft pillows, the breath knocked right out of you as his massive frame settles comfortably on top of yours once again, pinning you to the mattress.
He peppers quick, affectionate kisses all over your face; your cheek, your forehead, the tip of your nose, and lastly along your collarbones.
"Good," he murmurs, supremely pleased with himself. "You're my girlfriend now," he mumbles happily against your skin. "Deal with it, nerd. Now go ahead and cancel that exam so we can sleep."
Read at https://archiveofourown.org/works/89486286
by Grn_yng
"So," Jungkook spoke, his voice a low, gravelly baritone that vibrated through the quiet room. "You are the northern wildcat Namjoon is so fond of."
The Omega did not bow his head, he did not lower his eyes. He stood his ground as Jungkook approached and his pale chin raised high, refusing to let the heavy Alpha aura press him down.
"And you," Yoongi replied, his voice smooth, quiet, and razor-sharp, "are the Prince who needs four hundred people dragged from their homes just to quiet his own paranoia."
Or
Yoongi is chosen as Crown Prince Jungkook’s Omega and he is not really happy about it.
Words: 4449, Chapters: 1/6, Language: English
Fandoms: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Categories: M/M
Characters: Min Yoongi | Suga, Jeon Jungkook, Kim Namjoon | RM, Kim Seokjin | Jin, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Park Jimin (BTS), Kim Taehyung | V
Relationships: Jeon Jungkook/Min Yoongi | Suga, Kim Namjoon | RM/Kim Seokjin | Jin
Additional Tags: Omega Min Yoongi | Suga, Alpha Jeon Jungkook, Alpha Kim Seokjin | Jin, Alpha Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Alpha Kim Taehyung | V, Beta Park Jimin (BTS), Beta Kim Namjoon | RM, Inspired by the Joseon Dynasty (1392-1897), Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Min Yoongi | Suga is a Brat, Prince Jeon Jungkook, Crown Prince Jeon Jungkook, Forced Marriage
Posted July 29, 2026 at 10:24AM PT
Summary: Jungkook is your husband who believes he lost his chance with your sister because of you. Now you're married to him, and revenge was the only reason he said yes to this marriage.
Warnings: jungkook is a walking red flag and oc is a dumb girl in love so read at your own risk? again, neither of their brains is fully developed here. toxic relationship, angst.
Word count: 11k
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a/n: nine days in the making and here we are.... anon, i hope i did your request justice!! there will be a part two because yall i genuinely don't even know where to begin with this man’s redemption arc.... at this point, i fear the redemption arc alone is going to take over 10k words (lmk if you have any ideas, lend me ur creativity bbgs). all I can say is: please do not date men who do not kiss the ground you walk on!!!
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You remembered the first time you saw him.
Your sister, Suji, was two years older than you and ever since you were ten, she brought her friends home nearly every weekend.
There were four of them: Jimin, Yejin, Taehyung, and Jungkook.
They were inseparable and exactly the kind of friendship you only ever read about in books or watched in movies. On weekends, your house was always filled with their voices and you never minded it, especially since two-years was not much of an age gap, hence you were included in almost everything they did.
That only changed after they graduated from high school and scattered across the country. Even then, the distance never truly separated them. They would stay in touch, called regularly, and planned a holiday together at least once a year.
As a child, being included in their group made you feel important. There was something exciting and cool about being ten and spending most of your time with older kids.
It did not take long for you to realise that Suji was the one holding them all together and her friends always orbited around her without noticing they were doing it. That never surprised you because Suji has always been the main character wherever she went, both at home and everywhere else.
You never resented her for it because she was the kindest sister you could have asked for. She never made you feel smaller than her, she invited you to parties you were too young to attend, defended you when Taehyung teased you about your missing front tooth, and let you borrow her clothes without ever complaining about it.
Her friends were kind to you too.
Jimin and Yejin were the first ones you met. You remembered them sitting beside you at the kitchen table, patiently helping you with your maths homework. Now they were married, with a daughter who was as cheerful as the two of them.
Then there was Taehyung, around whom fourteen-year-old Suji started acting differently. She became shy in his presence, more careful with her words, and she would glance at him now and then whenever she thought no one was looking. They were married now and, as far as you could tell, still having the time of their lives together.
And then there was Jungkook.
You, Suji, and the rest of her friends had been playing hide-and-seek throughout the house one Saturday afternoon, and Jungkook was the seeker. You hid behind the living-room curtain, holding your breath as you listened for his footsteps.
You were certain you would be caught first, because you barely had time to find a proper hiding place.
And you were right, Jungkook did find you first.
He pulled the curtain aside just enough to see you. But instead of dragging you out and gloating the way Taehyung or Jimin would have done, he merely smiled at you and ruffled your hair.
Then he let the curtain fall back into place and walked away to find the others.
You stayed behind the curtain for another full minute, your heart beating so loud that you considered asking your mom to call an ambulance.
At ten years old, what was that if not a knight in shining armour?
You have been in love with him ever since.
By fourteen, you assumed the feeling would have disappeared. It was supposed to be puppy love; something harmless and embarrassing that you would laugh about with Suji over wine in ten years time. But it did not just disappear like you thought it would.
In high school, Jungkook became one of the popular boys. His face made insecure boys resent him and hopeful girls imagine they had a chance with him. Yet he never seemed interested in any of it, he only cared about being around Suji and the rest of their friends, and he never seemed to mind having you around either.
Well, mostly because you were his best friend’s little sister.
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At fifteen, you finally told Suji about your little embarrassing crush.
She was not surprised when you confessed that you had a crush on one of her best friends. Jungkook was handsome too so it wasn’t really weird. You learned much later that she had known for years, but that night, she only laughed softly and said, “I’ll help you get together with him when you’re a little older, okay?”
Not long after you told her, Jungkook stopped coming to the house.
The rest of the group continued gathering in your living room every weekend as loud and inseparable as ever, but his usual seat was always empty. You still caught glimpses of him in the school hallways. He never said hello, though that wasn’t really strange since he rarely greeted you at school even before he stopped coming around your house.
Then you noticed that Jungkook started spending time with a different crowd. And it happened around the same time Suji and Taehyung finally started dating. These two quickly became the school’s “it” couple, with every photograph of them posted online always accompanied with the same ‘#CoupleGoals’.
But them getting together never surprised you.
What surprised you was that the moment Suji and Taehyung got together, Jungkook noticed you again, but not the way you wanted him to. The time your paths crossed again, he spat onto the ground in front of you and looked at you as if the sight of you disgusted him.
You didn’t understand it. You’ve adored him for five years by then, and you had no idea what you did to deserve that kind of hatred.
When you asked Jimin whether you somehow offended Jungkook, he only sighed and told you not to take it personally. And that Jungkook started spending time with wealthy, arrogant boys, and he has changed.
To you, it made sense for him to hang out with a different crowd, especially since he came from a different tax bracket than you did.
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You were twenty-two when you received the phone call from your mother.
By this time, Jungkook was somewhere not in your life; he was just a name that came up at your school reunion and nowhere else. You’ve heard things about him; that he helped his father ran their family’s company, then him eventually becoming the CEO.
Your mother has been a single mother almost your whole life, and she has never once, in twenty-two years, called you sounding like she was preparing for you to leave her life.
"Can you come home?" she asked, "tonight, if you can. I need to talk to you about something and I don't want to do it over the phone."
You asked if everything was okay, and she said she'll explain when you were there, which is somehow worse than any answer she could have given you, and you spent the whole drive over with your stomach tightened in knots.
Your mom was waiting at the kitchen table when you arrived, two cups of tea already going cold in front of her like she made them an hour ago and forgot they existed the moment she poured them.
“Mom?” you asked as you sat down in front of her, “this is reminding me of horror movies,” you chuckled.
"I need to tell you something," she said, "and I need you to not hate me."
You immediately became silent and didn’t even dare to say anything. So you let her say whatever she wanted to say in her own time, because she seemed as if she was going to burst into tears.
"I owe some family a great deal of money," she said, finally opening up after what felt like fifteen minutes, "forty million dollars. It's to the Jeon's family. Jeon Jungkook, do you remember him? From when you were kids, Suji's friend.."
You couldn’t help the gasp that followed, "How?" was all you could manage to respond with.
forty million dollars was more money than you have ever seen in your life. Your mother was an investment banker at a small firm, so your family has never been poor, but you were nowhere near forty-million-dollars rich. But then, compared to the Jeon family, you might as well have been poor.
“I’d been at the firm for three years by then,” your mother said, her eyes fixed on the table, “I was young enough to be desperate for a win. I wanted to prove myself, especially in rooms full of men who called me sweetheart and honey during meetings and constantly tease me.”
She paused, playing with her fingers in her lap, “One of my colleagues brought me a deal. It was a startup that was supposedly going to be bought out within eighteen months. It was the kind of tip that could make someone’s career if it worked.”
“And you believed him?” you asked.
“I believed in the startup,” she corrected, “enough to pass it on to a client I’d been trying to win over for months. Jungkook’s parents. I told them it was a sure thing,” your mother said, her voice slightly breaking on the word sure, “I wasn’t lying to them. I believed it too.”
She looked down at her hands, “That’s the part that still keeps me awake. I didn’t do it because I wanted to hurt anyone. I did it because I wanted them to trust me. I wanted it so badly.”
“And it failed?”
“Not at first. For a few months, everything looked promising, then the company’s lead investor pulled out after a fraud investigation. None of us saw it coming and the entire company collapsed within six weeks.”
She paused before continuing, “Jungkook’s parents lost almost everything they invested. And because I was the one who brought them the deal and told them their money would be safe, they came to me. forty million dollars was what they believed they would have earned if the deal had succeeded, added to everything they had lost.”
“They expected you to pay all of that?” you asked in disbelief.
“They said I could take as long as I needed and I could repay it at whatever pace I could manage, and they would never tell anyone what happened,” she said, before finally looking up at you.
"How much have you paid so far?" you ask, though some part of you already knows the answer will hurt you.
"Five hundred thousand. A little more, actually, slowly but steadily I was paying it off, but it has been years since the deal, ____," she said, her eyes filled with tears.
You have never seen her crying this much, not even at your father's funeral where she held back her tears for her children, "I didn't want you or Suji to know. It’s a debt I don’t want the two of you to carry.”
"And the rest of it?" you finally asked, "you wouldn't have called me here just to tell me about the debt or the amount. There's something else, right?"
Your mother's hands tighten in her lap, "They want to erase the whole forty million debt, if.. "
"If what?" you asked nervously.
"If you marry their son, Jungkook."
You laughed at your mother, because what she just said sounded like an opening line of a story or a cringe fan fiction you read on Wattpad years ago.
Then you looked at her face and understood she wasn’t trying to fool you at all.
“Mom,” you quietly said, your voice shaking out of anger, confusion, and sadness, you couldn’t really tell.
“I barely know him anymore. We haven’t spoken in years, and he’s not the boy from my childhood anymore. I don’t even know who he is now.”
“I know,” she said, and she sounded as if she dreaded saying the idea aloud, for even thinking of asking you to do this, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for even considering asking this of you,” her voice trembled, “I’ve thought it over in my head for weeks, and I feel so bad as a mother, it feels as if I’m selling you to fix my own mistake.”
She drew in a breath, “It’s fine, you don’t need to do this. I’ll find another way. I will not make you responsible for a debt that belongs to me.”
“Jungkook is a good-looking man, Mom. He’s rich too and he could have anyone he wanted,” you hesitated before asking further, “so why would he agree to this? Why me?”
“He’s refused everyone his parents have introduced him to,” she said quietly, “for years, apparently he has refused half a dozen women. From what I understand, he turned every one of them down.”
She paused before adding, “But this time, his parents told me it was his idea,” her eyes lifted to yours, “he chose you.”
You thought it was bullshit, why would Jungkook choose you out of all people? It was clear as days that his eyes were never on yours, and all of the sudden he has chosen you?
Jungkook was an old friend you spent years hoping never to see again. What could someone like him possibly want from you now?
You couldn’t help but wonder if being chosen meant being wanted by Jungkook, or if you were simply the easiest answer to him; something he agreed to because saying yes was easier than arguing with his parents over a marriage he did not care enough to refuse.
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You said yes.
Because when you did the math more than once that week, lying awake in the dark, trying to picture your mom at seventy still working even during the weekends to pay down a debt that is almost impossible to pay off.
You just couldn’t make yourself accept a future that looks like that when you have the power to end it with a single word.
You said yes because you have spent your whole life being the person who helps everyone around you. The little sister who never made anyone feel lacking in anything, the daughter who learned early not to add her own weight to a household already struggling with just one income. You were always the person who takes care of others when they are sick and never asks anyone to do the same for you.
It is the only thing you have ever known what to do. And some part of you just does not know how to look at someone who needs you and say no, even when the person who needs you most is yourself.
Then there is the other reason.
That small part of you that is still ten years old, still standing behind a curtain while Jungkook smiled at you, has never fully stopped hoping there might be a version of this where Jungkook looks at you without hatred.
You know how ridiculous that sounded.
You know it is not the kind of reason anyone sensible enough should agree to a marriage. But you were ten when you fell for him, and somehow, despite everything, a part of that girl never really went away. When your mother said Jungkook had chosen you, that little girl came rushing back.
You understand, even as you agreed to the marriage, that this is a stupid reason to ruin your life. Yet you said yes anyway, because you have never been as rational as you would like to believe when it comes to Jungkook.
Because some part of you would rather walk willingly into the fire than spend the rest of your life wondering what might have happened if you had turned away.
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Two weeks later you were standing in a hotel lobby, your hands were trembling despite the summer heat outside, because his mother suggested or insisted, really, that the two of you meet before anything was finalized.
You spent forty minutes deciding what to wear and hated yourself for even caring about it.
Jungkook was already there when you arrived, sitting at a corner table with his jacket off and his sleeves pushed up, and his phone in his hand. He didn't stand up when you sat down.
Up close, he still looked familiar, only older now. He had tattoos all over his right arm and there was very little left of the boy who used to smile at you like the two of you shared a secret.
"You're late," Jungkook said, not even looking up to look at you.
"By only four minutes," you answered.
"Four minutes I didn't have."
"Then you should've told your mother not to schedule this in the first place," you scoffed.
That finally made him look up from his phone. Something changed across his face, you could tell that Jungkook was surprised that you answered back at him instead of backing down like he seemed to expect you to do.
You remembered, vaguely, a boy who was gentle to you. There was very little of him left in the man frowning at you now, and you hated that some part of you still mourned the loss of someone you barely knew anymore.
"You don't remember me, do you?" Jungkook asked.
"Oh, I remember you," you said, “though you used to be nicer."
"You used to be shorter," Jungkook said, rolling his eyes at you.
You ordered coffee neither of you touched and spent the next forty minutes arguing about the wedding neither of you wanted.
And some small, foolish part of you enjoyed that meeting because arguing with Jungkook meant he was looking at you. It meant you mattered enough to annoy him.
It meant, for those forty minutes at least, you managed to take up space in his mind.
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You married him six weeks later, on a bright Saturday in August, in a dress that cost more than your mother's monthly salary, in a ballroom filled with flowers your mother-in-law chose without consulting you.
The man standing in front of you was not the boy who once found you behind a curtain during a hide-and-seek game.
Jungkook shook your hand instead of kissing you when the officiant told him he could. He even came up with a charming joke about how shaking hands was an inside joke between the two of you, which made the room laugh.
When you told Suji and Taehyung that you were marrying Jungkook, neither of them believed you. It happened too quickly, you have never told them you were in a relationship, there was no engagement or anything that might have explained how the two of you have gone from never speaking to planning a wedding.
You could not tell them about the debt. You didn’t want them to be angry with your mom, so you insisted it was a long time coming. You told them you have always loved Jungkook and that, somewhere along the way, he secretly started to feel the same way.
Suji and Taehyung did not believe that either, of course they didn’t, they knew Jungkook has always liked Suji. They just didn’t want you to know it, that was what they have been protecting you from since you were ten. So, at the wedding, neither of them cried. Even Jimin and Yejin didn’t bother to congratulate you either.
Suji only held your hands for a moment, while Taehyung stood beside her with an expression you couldn’t bring yourself to read.
“We’re here for you,” Suji said.
“Anytime,” Taehyung added.
You couldn’t tell whether that was a warning, but you knew then that they knew something you didn’t.
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Jungkook’s hand on your waist during the first dance felt cold, because he was touching you only because the event expected him to. He never pulled you closer or whispered something sweet in between of the dance. His eyes stayed fixed somewhere over your shoulder, while you moved together with the applause of people who believed they were watching two people in love.
Later, in a hotel suite far too large for two people who had nothing to say to each other, you and Jungkook sat at opposite ends of the couch, still dressed in your wedding clothes.
Jungkook's tie had been pulled loose and the top buttons of his shirt were undone. Your veil was folded beside you and the hand bouquet of flowers were placed right between the two of you.
“Just so we’re clear, we’re only married on paper,” Jungkook eventually said.
Jungkook didn’t think he was being cruel to you. If anything, he believed he was doing you a kindness by being honest from the beginning.
“I won’t cheat on you. I can’t afford to have my company being caught up in a scandal,” he continued, “but I’m not going to treat you like a wife. As far as I’m concerned, you’re just my roommate.”
“Okay,” you said.
It was the only word you could utter at that moment.
You did not know how to explain how his words made you feel. You only knew that you already decided Jungkook would never see you cry over something he clearly would never think was worth grieving.
You changed out of your wedding dress in the bathroom because it felt strange to do it in front of a husband who barely looked at you since the ceremony.
That night, you slept on opposite sides of the same bed, with a pillow placed between the two of you like a line neither of you was meant to cross.
By the time you woke up the next morning, Jungkook was already gone.
At the very least, Jungkook had the decency to leave a note on the counter with his flight time. Much later in the marriage, you would realize it was the first of countless mornings that started the same way:
waking up to find out that Jungkook already left.
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first year of marriage
Jungkook moved into the guest room during the very first day you started living together. That first night, you lay awake in the enormous bed you were apparently meant to have all to yourself, listening to the faint sounds of Jungkook moving around the apartment.
Then during the first year of your marriage, you found yourself keeping track of everything Jungkook never did.
You stupidly believed that if you counted the nights he came home, the meals you shared, and the times he looked at you like he cared about you, then you might be able to prove that things were getting better. And when they did not, the numbers became proof that you had not imagined how lonely the marriage made you feel.
You hated that you cared enough to count it all and you hated yourself even more for still waiting for Jungkook to change.
Pathetic did not feel like a strong enough word for measuring your marriage by how little your husband gave you, only to find yourself disappointed each time the answer was almost nothing.
You counted the nights he came home before midnight: 11 out of 365 days.
You counted the meals you ate at the same table: 4, and two of those were during the week his grandmother visited. To Jungkook, keeping up appearances to his family mattered more than whatever existed between the two of you.
You counted the number of times he asked how your day was: 0.
Well, what did you really expect?
This was an arranged marriage, and Jungkook chose you because he knew you would be easy to please without ever having to worry that you might leave the marriage. At some point, you realized maybe Jungkook had always known how you felt about him. Perhaps that was why he had chosen you as his wife in the first place.
Yet what some stupid part of you wanted was to know undoubtedly that he cared for you, even just a little.
Whenever you were out with friends and thought of him, you would bring something home and leave it on the counter with a note telling him it was his to eat or drink.
By morning, the food was always still sitting there on the counter, clearly untouched.
Jungkook never ate any of the food you brought home for him, not once that entire year. So eventually, you stopped being surprised and then, sometime near the end of the first year, you stopped bringing anything home at all.
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Family holidays were the worst because Jungkook never bothered to show up. So you had to act and lie to everyone around you that the marriage was fine and Jungkook is just one busy businessman.
“He’s on a business trip,” you told your mother at Chuseok, “the company’s expanding into three new markets this quarter. He barely has time to sleep.”
“He’s swamped with work,” you told Suji at your father’s memorial dinner. That was the one day you truly wanted him there. Just once, you wanted your fake husband to stand beside you at your father’s grave, so you didn't have to lie when you were already drowning in grief and sadness. “Jungkook sends his condolences,” you added.
He did not.
You made it up, the way you always did. He did not come because he did not want to, because you were not worth giving up even a single hour of his life for. You could not say any of that to the people who loved you, not yet and maybe not ever.
Besides, you had no one to blame but yourself.
No one had forced you to say yes. Your mother would have been fine if she had to keep paying the debt, even if it took the rest of her life, and you could have helped her without marrying Jungkook. There were always other choices you could have picked, harder ones perhaps, but they always existed.
Yet you chose this route.
You walked into the marriage willingly because some foolish part of you wanted an answer to the question you’ve always had since you were ten: what would happen if Jungkook chose you to be his partner?
Well, now, the adult version of you know.
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What you didn't know that first year was that Jungkook noticed all the empty containers more than he let on, he noticed all the food you brought home for him to consume.
Jungkook would come home late most nights, and sometimes later than he actually needed to, because coming home early meant having to sit in the same room as you, and Jungkook never knew what to say to you.
He would see the food you left for him on the counter with a small note on top of it. And every time he saw it, something in his chest felt weird. Jungkook told himself what he felt had to be guilt, there was no other reason for him to care about you.
A few times, Jungkook found himself standing in the kitchen in the middle of the night, holding the food you brought home and he would just stare at it for a while before putting it back exactly where you left it. Because he didn’t want you to know he had even looked or noticed the effort you put in for him.
To Jungkook, the whole point of this marriage was revenge.
You ruined his life, so he was ruining yours.
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second year of marrtiage
By the second year of your arranged marriage, you were used to the coldness between you and Jungkook. You stopped hoping for him to change his ways, you stopped waiting for him at dinner and setting out a second plate.
You started going to Suji's for girls’ nights and coming home late on purpose, just to see if Jungkook would notice and he never did. Thankfully, it didn't hurt you as much as it would have in the first year. Most nights, he was either still out or locked inside his study. Sometimes the light under the door was the only sign that he was even home.
The apartment stayed exactly the same whether you were there or not.
At New Year, your aunt cornered you before dinner, “Where’s your husband? We’ve only met him twice in two years, and one of those times was at your wedding.”
“He’s closing a deal in Singapore,” you answered easily as lying about Jungkook was almost natural by now, “it’s a big one, so he had to be there.”
What she did not know was that you cried in your car before coming upstairs. You gave yourself exactly ten minutes to cry, sitting in the dark parking lot with the engine off and your forehead pressed against the steering wheel. Once ten minutes were over, you went upstairs to greet your family and smiled as if nothing was wrong.
It was also during the second year that you flew to Jeju for the wedding of one of Jungkook’s business partners.
You assumed you would sit together since it was still a public appearance. It felt stupid now, standing at the gate of priority passengers with your boarding pass in hand, but you didn’t think to check your tickets until Jungkook told you.
“I’m flying first class,” he said, “you’re in economy.”
“Oh,” you forced a small laugh, trying to sound as if it didn’t bother you, “I thought you would’ve booked us seats next to each other.”
“Economy seat should be fine for you. It’s only three hours.”
You spent the flight in a middle seat between two strangers, leaning past the person beside you whenever you wanted to look out the window.
Years ago, you believed being noticed by Jungkook would feel like winning something.
Now you were his wife, and he couldn’t even be bothered to sit beside you.
When the plane landed, he was not waiting for you, just as you expected. You had to book a taxi to the hotel alone and texted him to say you have arrived. And his only reply was the number of the room you had to share together since most of his colleagues and friends are staying in the same hotel.
When you let yourself into the room, he was on a call, feet up on the balcony railing as he sat on the balcony couch. It was thankfully an ensuite room with 2 separate beds, so you didn’t have to share a bed with him. Your only interaction with Jungkook then was when he lifted his finger in front of his mouth to tell you to be silent as he was talking on the phone.
At the wedding reception, you sat at a table full of his friends, who happened to be the group he used to hang out with at school, and you smiled throughout a dinner where no one asked you a single question about yourself, because to them you were simply "Jungkook's wife.”
You weren’t paying much attention to the conversation until one of the women at the table turned to you, “Is that even a real Van Cleef?” she asked, nodding at your bracelet, “it doesn’t look like it.”
“It isn’t,” you said, “it was handmade by a small business.”
“Huh,” she looked at it again, her mouth twisting slightly in disgust.
Another woman leaned closer, “Don’t you think you should make more of an effort with Jungkook’s friends? You never come to any of our gatherings. We barely know anything about you besides the fact that you’re Suji’s younger sister.”
Jungkook has never invited you to any of those gatherings, but you couldn’t tell them that, it would only give them something else to laugh about, “I’ve been busy,” you said.
“Jungkook is much busier than you,” one of the men cut in.
The first woman looked at you again, “You should be more careful about how you dress too, wearing cheap jewellery makes your husband look bad.”
It was not as if Jungkook has ever given you money to buy anything, not that you would have taken it even if he had.
“I see,” you muttered.
You stared at her bracelet before standing up from your seat, “Well, at least mine was made responsibly by someone who was paid fairly,” you said, “can you say the same about yours? Or do you just not care about the children who had to mine the diamond and stones as long as your jewellery came in an expensive box?”
Then you picked up your bag and walked away before any of them could answer.
Later, near the bar, you overheard your husband's name.
"Jungkook, honestly, I always thought you would end up with the sister. Suji, right? The one who's married to Taehyung now? She would've made more sense since you had always fancied Suji too. I mean, no offense, your wife seemed sweet, I guess, but.."
"She doesn't really fit in with us, does she?" someone else said, finishing the sentence the other couldn’t.
You turned away before you could hear Jungkook’s response, already heading back towards a table where you felt just as out of place, then his voice stopped you mid-step.
“Yeah,” Jungkook answered, sounding almost bored, “I guess Suji would’ve made more sense for me.”
That was the day you found out Jungkook fancied your sister.
You waited until you were in the hotel bathroom to cry. You locked the door, sat on the closed toilet lid, and pressed both hands over your mouth because Jungkook was somewhere on the other side of the wall and you could not let him hear you.
It should not have hurt as much as it did, you knew he did not love you. Jungkook made that clear from the first night of your marriage.
But knowing he did not want you was different from finding out he liked your own sister.
Suddenly, everything made sense to you.
The way Taehyung and Suji looked at each other when you announced the marriage to them and the way they never congratulated you. They knew, everyone knew except you.
And the worst part was remembering that you told them you have always loved Jungkook, and that he secretly liked you too.
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A few weeks later, back home, you went to dinner at one of Jungkook’s business partner’s houses. You wore the nicest outfit you owned, but you knew the second you walked in that it still was not enough for them.
One of the wives looked you up and down before smiling, “Cute,” she said.
And you knew it was not a compliment.
“No ring upgrade yet?” another woman asked during dessert, nodding at the plain band on your finger, “Jungkook usually doesn’t do anything halfway. I guess he’s saving the good jewellery for later.”
“She likes simple things,” Jungkook said without looking at you and then he continued, “Suji always said less is more too.”
You quickly excused yourself and went to the bathroom before your face gave you away. When you came back, they were talking about Suji, about how smart and impressive she was.
“You know,” one of his friends said to you as he refilled his glass, “we always thought Jungkook would end up with your sister. You seem sweet, but Suji and Jungkook would’ve made much more sense together.”
“None taken,” you said. This was a conversation you have heard before, so you didn’t really care much of it, at least that was what you thought.
You looked at Jungkook across the table and waited for him to say something, but he didn’t. Jungkook could have told them to stop. He could have done anything that made you feel like you were not just the wrong sister sitting in Suji’s place. But instead, he looked away and didn’t even bother to correct them.
You didn’t speak during the entire drive home, Jungkook didn’t ask what was wrong or maybe he didn’t even notice how your silence was different, or maybe every silence with you sounded the same to him.
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The next morning, you tried to talk to him about it, because some stubborn, hopeful part of you still believed that if you just explained it clearly enough, he would understand how you felt.
"You compared me to my sister in front of your friends," you said, over coffee he was drinking standing up, already half way out the door.
"It wasn't a big deal," he said, checking his watch, “it was a joke."
"It didn't feel like a joke."
"I don't have time for this right now," he said, "can we talk about it tonight?"
You knew, even as you nodded, that tonight would turn into tomorrow, and tomorrow would become some vague promise of “later”. By then, you already knew what later meant with Jungkook, it meant never.
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What you did not know was that Jungkook kept thinking about what he said in Jeju.
“Suji would’ve made more sense.”
The words came back to him at random times; in the shower, in the elevator, during meetings when he was supposed to be listening, and he kept telling himself it was true. Suji was always the one he wanted and everyone knew that.
Still, he could not understand why saying it had made him feel so bad.
Jungkook should not have felt guilty. You were the reason he lost Suji in the first place. You were the reason she had chosen Taehyung and left him behind.
So if anyone deserved to feel guilty, it was you.
Later that year, on a night you were out, he opened the cabinet and took out two plates without thinking. He stared at them for a few seconds before putting one back.
You stopped setting a place for him months ago, but he watched you do it so many times during the first year that the habit had somehow stayed with him. He stood there longer than he needed to, wondering why he reached for two plates when he knew you were not coming home.
For years, Suji had been the person Jungkook believed he wanted. His friends still mentioned her like she was some great love he lost, and he let himself believe that was true because it gave him a reason to stay angry.
But whenever Jungkook tried to remember her, his mind kept going somewhere else. He remembered sitting at your family’s kitchen table, helping you finish a puzzle because no one else wanted to. Jungkook remembered finding you behind the curtain during hide-and-seek, and he remembered how easily you used to laugh around him.
Jungkook has not heard your laugh in a long time and that bothered him more than he wanted to admit.
One night, while you were out celebrating a friend’s birthday, he sat alone in the living room with a drink in his hand. He remembered you mentioning the party, though he couldn’t remember whether you told him directly or if he saw the birthday card on the counter.
Jungkook looked around the apartment and thought that you were probably happier when he was not there.
And Jungkook did not like that thought. He did not like knowing that you could leave the apartment and become a completely different person around everyone else; someone happier.
He poured his drink into the sink and went to bed early.
Jungkook told himself what he was feeling towards you was guilt that would pass if he ignored it long enough.
It did not.
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third year of marriage
By the third year of marriage, you stopped hoping at all.
Whatever hope you carried into the marriage was nowhere to be found. You could not remember the exact moment it happened, you only knew that one day, you stopped expecting anything from Jungkook.
The two of you have been living separate lives under the same roof.
You paid for half of everything, the groceries, bills, and all the other small expenses neither of you ever discussed.
You have also gotten even better at lying during family gatherings; “he’s travelling,” “he’s busy,” or “the company is going through an important season.” You said the same excuses so often that the lies came out without any effort nowadays, even Suji stopped asking you questions about Jungkook.
“You know you don’t have to keep covering for him,” Suji said quietly at your mother’s birthday after you finished explaining Jungkook’s empty chair for the hundredth time, “we’re not going to think less of you if you tell us the truth.”
“I know,” you said.
You just didn’t have the energy to say it out loud. Once you told them, they would worry, they would ask what you planned to do, they would want you to leave him, and then you would have to explain why you even stayed for so long.
Some nights, you sat alone in the apartment and thought about how long it has been. Three whole years; you have spent three years living with someone who barely knew you.
You counted everything during the first year, but eventually, you stopped doing so. The amount of things Jungkook has done for you has become too embarrassing. There was no point keeping track of shared meals when there were barely any to count.
You feel like a different person now, sometimes, you almost feel sorry for yourself.
You waited so long for your knight to choose you, never knowing that when he finally did, it would be the very thing that broke you apart.
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Sometime during the third year of the marriage, Jungkook finally began to understand something he spent most of his life getting wrong.
It has never really been Suji.
For years, he has been so sure she was the one he wanted. Suji was beautiful, confident, and always at the centre of everything. Everyone liked her, so wanting her had always made sense to Jungkook, especially when everyone around him seemed to expect it.
But when Jungkook thought back to the years he spent at your family's house as a kid, the memories that stayed with him were never really about Suji.
It was you sitting beside him at the kitchen table, asking for help with a puzzle even though you were too shy to look directly at him. It was you hiding behind the curtain during hide-and-seek and him trying not to laugh when he found you. It was the way you used to save him a seat at lunch, the way you followed him around when you were younger, the way your face lit up whenever he paid attention to you, as if he'd done something far kinder than he actually did.
Somehow, Jungkook took all of those memories and put Suji's name all over them instead. Maybe it was because Suji was his age, and she fit so easily into the rest of his life. You have only ever been Suji's little sister, or at least that was what he always told himself. And the truth came to him slowly, then all at once.
It would have been easier if Jungkook could have kept blaming you.
Jungkook was sixteen when he finally found the courage to tell Suji how he felt, he was certain she felt the same way, only for her to turn him down. Suji told him she liked Taehyung, not him. Then she told him that even if she felt differently, she could never be with him. She told him that she couldn't bear the thought of you finding out that the boy you adored since you were ten had fallen for your own sister instead.
That was the day Jungkook decided you were the reason he lost Suji. He never could decide who he was angrier at; you for telling her first or Suji for choosing you over him.
And Jungkook found it easier to be angry at you.
He told himself for years that marrying you was a way of taking back what he lost, except somewhere in the second year of your marriage, the plan stopped feeling like justice and started feeling like something he will regret his whole life.
Because somewhere in that same year, without meaning to, Jungkook started noticing you.
He noticed that he memorised the sound of your keys in the door. He noticed he wasn't surprised your mug was blue, because he remembered you telling him back when you were still a kid that blue was your favourite colour.
Jungkook started noticing the shows you watched in the living room that he could hear from his room, the nights you came home late and laughed quietly on the phone before disappearing into your bedroom, and the way the apartment felt different when you were gone.
He noticed you took your coffee black in the mornings but liked your tea with milk at night. Jungkook noticed the light under your door usually went out around midnight, and on the nights it didn't, he found himself lying awake wondering what was keeping you up.
Jungkook noticed how you would go still for a second before answering your mother's calls, then soften your voice the moment you picked up. He noticed you still bit the inside of your cheek when you were concentrating, exactly the way you did at ten years old.
He spent years insisting he had no interest in getting to know you, and somewhere along the way, he memorised you completely.
He even started coming home earlier on the nights he knew you would be there; early enough that he could hear you moving around in the kitchen, or catch a glimpse of you before you went to bed.
Jungkook remembered that night in Jeju more clearly than he wanted to. He watched you leave the table after his friends made fun of your bracelet, and for a second, he almost went after you. Yet he did nothing instead and later at the bar, he told someone that Suji would have made more sense for him. It was just easy to say because he has been telling himself the same thing for years.
It was easier to believe he lost Suji than to admit he was ruining whatever chance he had with you.
The night he finally realised it, he tried to think about Suji, tried to search for whatever he spent years insisting was still there and there was nothing. Whatever he felt for Suji disappeared a long time ago. Jungkook only kept holding onto it because it felt familiar, because blaming you was easier than admitting he was the one in the wrong.
He knew more about you than he ever bothered to learn about Suji, and that was when he finally understood that all along, the person he has been thinking about was you.
Somewhere in the middle of an arranged marriage he agreed to as a revenge, Jungkook had fallen for the person he was punishing, and he only realised it after you had already stopped caring whether he came home.
The only question left was whether Jungkook had realised he witnessed your devotion too late.
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You didn’t come home that night, instead you called your sister for an emergency meeting at your mom’s place, "Come by mom’s house tonight," you pleaded, "please."
Suji and Taehyung were already there when you arrived.
You sat down at the kitchen table where you grew up doing homework, "I need to tell you guys something," you said.
So you told them about how he treated you, you told them the reason behind the empty chair at every holiday, and every single thing that happened during your marriage.
The moment you stopped talking, your mother went to her knees in the middle of the kitchen. You have never, in twenty-six years, seen your mother on her knees for anything, not even at your father's funeral where she stood so straight and so still you worried she had forgotten how to bend her knees
"I did this to you," your mother cried out, and she was frantic in a way you have never once witnessed, her hands were shaking as she reached for yours, "I owe them the money, not you. I sold you to fix my own mistake and I have watched you smile through three years of a marriage that's been eating you alive and I told myself it was fine because you never once complained, because you're so good at never complaining, and I am so sorry, I am so sorry, please forgive me."
You dropped to your knees and held her, and you cried the way you haven’t let yourself cry in years. You cried until your throat was hurting, until Suji came around the table and wrapped her arms around both of you, until Taehyung stood a few feet away with his jaw tight and his hands curled into fists.
"It's okay," you said, when you could speak again,"I'll always help you, Mom. I mean that, I’ll help you pay that debt. But this time, I want a divorce."
Suji was already standing next to you, and the look on her face was one you'd never seen there before, "I am going to kill him," she said, “I’m sorry, ____. I never.. I should have known. I should have asked you harder. I should have protected you."
"Don't," you said, “please. I don't want any of you doing anything. I don't want him in my life anymore, and I don't want to spend one more minute of my energy on him. I just want it to be over. I want to be done."
They didn't like it.
You could see in all of their faces that it was hurting them not to do anything in your stead. But they loved you enough to hear you out.
For the first time in three years you slept in your childhood bedroom, and that night, you slept better than you have in a long, long time.
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At first, Jungkook didn’t think much of it when you weren’t home. You went out sometimes. Three years of marriage taught him your routine; Tuesdays with your girlfriends; the occasional weekend at your mother’s.
Jungkook came home the first night to an empty apartment, ordered food, and ate it standing at the kitchen counter. Your disappearance didn’t seem unusual enough for him to question it.
By the second day, the apartment felt different and he couldn’t immediately work out why. The coffee maker hadn’t been used, there was no bitter smell in the kitchen when he walked in that morning and the mug you always used for tea was still sitting where he left it two days ago.
Jungkook looked at it for longer than he should have, then he checked the entryway for your shoes and they weren’t there. An hour later, Jungkook checked again, and still you weren’t back home.
By the third day, he texted you.
Jungkook: You okay?
No message came back. He stared at the screen until it dimmed in his hand again, and when Jungkook unlocked it, there was still nothing.
By the fourth day, the uneasiness became too loud for him to ignore. It followed him into the shower, the car, and the office. Jungkook sat through meetings without taking in a word. Jungkook asked his assistant to repeat what they just said three times, and afterwards Jungkook still couldn’t remember what they were even discussing.
Jungkook called you once in the afternoon, then again on the drive home, but both calls went to voicemail.
Jungkook wasn’t used to this.
Jungkook is used to handling problems, hell, he has built companies and sat across from men twice his age and made them agree to terms they had sworn they would never accept. Jungkook knew how to remain calm when everyone else in the room was losing their mind.
But that night, at two in the morning, Jungkook lay awake thinking about one unanswered text, thinking about where you were, if you were eating well, if you were sleeping soundly, if you will ever come back home to him.
When did he become like this?
By the fifth day, Jungkook drove past your mother’s street twice.
The first time, he told himself he had taken the wrong turn. The second time, he slowed down near your house and looked for a light in the windows. Jungkook wanted proof that you were there, that you were somewhere and you didn’t simply disappear beyond his reach.
Jungkook hated how badly he needed you. He opened your contact on his phone again and again but never pressed call, his thumb only hovered over your name until the screen went dark again.
The past three years of marriage have been made up of small things he never should have done. The meals you prepared that he barely touched, the questions he answered without looking at you, the evenings when you sat beside him and eventually stopped trying to start a conversation.
You tried to make a life with him, yet Jungkook treated every attempt as an inconvenience.
For years, he told himself that he was the victim, that Suji was the person he should have been married to. But when Jungkook forced himself to remember exactly why he liked Suji, he felt nothing.
What Jungkook remembered was always you and everything the two of you had done together. He remembered a girl half his size sitting across from him, looking up at him like he was her world. He remembered playing hide-and-seek with you and he remembered pretending not to see you.
Jungkook always said Suji was the person he was the happiest with, but all the memories that felt warm to him, belonged to you.
Admitting the truth would have meant admitting that Jungkook spent years hurting the wrong person. And tonight, Jungkook sat alone in the living room and finally clearly admitted the one he always wanted was you.
Jungkook didn’t want a divorce and he did not want you to leave him.
When he imagined the apartment being empty of your things, Jungkook’s chest started hurting. When he imagined another man hearing you laugh, learning what food you liked, being invited to your mother’s house, he felt something pressing against his chest that it was hard for him to breathe.
Jungkook wanted you to remain his wife and the thought made him feel ashamed of all the things he had done to you the past three years.
“My wife,” Jungkook said to his empty apartment.
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Jungkook tried to call Suji, but she didn’t answer. So, the next morning, he called Taehyung and to his surprise, Taehyung answered on the second ring.
“Stay away from my family,” was all Taehyung said when he picked up.
“I knew you had feelings for my wife,” Taehyung continued, “I have known for years, I knew since we were children, Jungkook. I didn’t say anything because I thought you would get over it. I thought it was some pathetic thing from when we were younger that would eventually die out.”
“Taehyung,” Jungkook tried to cut him off, but Taehyung wouldn’t let him.
“No. You don’t get to say shit. It’s been years,” Taehyung said, “and while you were busy feeling sorry for yourself, you destroyed her sister. Three years, Jungkook. She carried your marriage alone for three years and still smiled through every family dinner because she didn’t want anyone worrying about her. We recently found out it was an arranged marriage, fine, you didn’t have to love her, but you could have treated her decently.”
“You knew she didn’t deserve it,” Taehyung continued, “that’s the part I can’t understand. You knew exactly who she was, and you still treated her like she was responsible for everything you hated about your life.”
“I know.”
“No, you don’t,” Taehyung let out a short and bitter laugh, “But I hope you do now. I hope you finally understand what you’ve done, and I hope you feel every second of it.”
Then the call ended.
Jungkook spent years blaming you for a decision neither of you had made. Every humiliation, disappointment, and every bit of grief he carried since he was seventeen, he somehow found a way to make it yours.
It was easier than looking at you, who stayed beside him and asked for so little, and realising he had still given you even less than that.
Now you were gone and there was no one left for him to blame but himself.
Jungkook was not the man he always imagined himself to be. He was pathetic, petty, cowardly, and far smaller than the woman he spent three years treating like nobody.
Jungkook has been nothing but a pathetic, petty and frightened boy wearing a man’s face.
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The next day, Jungkook went to your mother's house.
She opened the door and just looked at Jungkook with disappointment across her face. It was the same look she gave him when he didn’t kiss you at the altar.
"I'm not here to see her," Jungkook quickly said, before your mom could close the door, "I know she doesn't want to see me yet. I'm here because I need to say something to you, and I need you to hear me out."
She didn’t say anything, yet she opened the door wide enough to let him in. Unlike the other guests who have visited her home, your mother did not offer Jungkook tea. There was no need to treat him like an acquaintance, soon Jungkook will be her ex son-in-law and someone whom she’ll never ever meet in her life again.
She sat him at the same kitchen table where you cried just a few nights before.
"I owe your family a lot of money," she said, folding her hands in front of her, "I understand that. I understand this was an arranged marriage none of you asked for or wanted, and that you were as much a pawn in it as my daughter was.”
She drew in a small breath before continuing, “What I do not understand, Jungkook, is how you could treat another human being, my daughter, the kindest person I have ever raised and the one who never once in her life made anyone feel small… How could you have treated her the way you have done the past three years? I am in as much pain watching what this did to her as she is living it, maybe even more, because I was the one who put her in this situation with you in the first place. So tell me, why should I forgive you? Why should I let you anywhere near her again? What exactly do you intend to do?"
Jungkook has never been shaken by anything in his life, not until tonight, sitting in front of your mother.
"I don't have a clear answer," he said, "I wish I did. I spent years being angry at _____ for something that was never even her fault, something I won't even go into right now, because it's mine to explain to her first. And then I spent three more years married to her and still treating her like she was the one who wronged me. I'm not asking you to forgive me."
Jungkook looked at her, and he looked so broken your mother couldn’t help pitying him, "I'm asking for the chance to keep showing up until it means something to her. I'll beg for her forgiveness, I'll keep coming back even when she tells me not to, even when she has every right to slam the door in my face. But we'll talk, we'll argue, we'll probably fight, more than once, because I don't think she's going to make this easy for me, and she shouldn't and I wouldn’t want her to. I just know I can't bring myself to just let this end without actually trying for the first time in this whole marriage. I want to be someone worth her time. Without knowing it, I realised that the small things she has done throughout our marriage was never small at all. She loved me despite the ugly things I have done. I was just too busy being furious at my past to notice I was standing next to the person I actually wanted."
Your mother stared at him for a long moment, long enough that Jungkook thought she might ask him to leave without another word.
Her marriage to your father hadn’t always been easy. There were years of arguments over parenting, finance, and many more. There were years where she wondered if she married too young.
But when he died, something in her broke apart and it never quite put itself back together.
She remembered how you used to climb into their bed on Sunday mornings, how your father would let you win at cards, how you cried at his funeral so quietly like you were trying not to take up too much space even in your own grief.
you see, your mother knew about your crush on Jungkook. She watched you for sixteen years, she saw the way your face changed whenever Jungkook's name came up at the dinner table, and pretended not to notice the way you used to volunteer to answer the door whenever Suji’s group of friends came around, just in case it was Jungkook. She knew, long before you ever confessed to it, that you had loved him since you were a child.
And when she told you about the arranged marriage, some small, guilty part of her had let herself believe that maybe this could help. Maybe if she was going to ruin your life with her mistake, it could at least be with the one person you had always wanted to have a relationship with.
She was wrong.
She watched that hope change into something else these past three years, watching you get smaller in ways you thought she hadn't noticed, watching you repeating lies about a man who could not even be bothered to accompany you for your own father’s death anniversaries.
She was, is, a bad mother for that.
But she also knew you. She knew that if she asked you right now, whether some part of you still wanted to know if he was willing to try, you wouldn’t say no.
"Sit up straight," she finally said, and Jungkook blinked at her, caught off guard.
"I'm sorry?"
"You heard me," your mother’s voice was firm and steady, "If you're going to sit in my kitchen and tell me you intend to fight for my daughter, you're not going to do it slouched over like a boy waiting to be punished. Fighting for her means showing up like you mean it, every time, starting now."
Jungkook immediately straightened his posture.
"I'm not telling you this because I forgive you," she continued, "I will not forgive you for a long time, and that will be my right to decide, just as it will be hers."
She took a deep breath, before continuing, "But I have spent three years watching my daughter lie to the people who love her because she didn't want anyone to know how badly you have hurt her. If you're serious, then you do not need to convince me. You show her, you keep showing it to her, and you need to accept that she may never let you back in, and you don't get to be angry about it, not after all the years you've taken from her already."
"She was ten years old the first time she talked to me about you," she said quietly, "I used to think it was sweet. I didn't know I was watching the beginning of something that would be a long time pain for her. So if she gives you a second chance, you do not waste whatever time she gives you, Jungkook. She has given enough of it away for free, do you understand me?"
"I understand," he said.
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You came home from a work trip three days later and found Jungkook sitting at your family home’s dining table, his laptop open and a stack of papers beside him like it was any other weekday.
He was sitting there as if it wasn’t your first time seeing him since you walked out of the home you shared with him.
"What the fuck are you doing here?” you sneered.
Your keys were clenched in your hand, and your entire body went rigid at the sight of him sitting in a chair at your family home.
"I'm here to date you," he said, slowly looking up at you.
You stared at him in disbelief, "You are here to what?"
“Date you,” Jungkook said as he closed his laptop, “I want to date you properly this time.”
For a second, all you could do was look at him.
"I know what I did,” Jungkook continued, “I know what three years of this marriage to me did to you. I'm not asking you to forget it. I just.. I want the chance to earn what I should’ve earned before we ever got married.”
You let out a dry and humourless laugh, before asking, “What the fuck?!”
You dropped your keys onto the counter, and they hit harder than you intended it to be, “You think you can just show up here and ask to start over?”
“No matter what you do, my heart is not going to change, Jungkook. I'm not a child anymore. I know better than to give you a second chance, hell, I gave you a hundred chances over the last three years and you didn't take a single one.”
“You are beneath me now,” you said quietly, “do you understand that?”
“Then give me one last chance,” Jungkook said, almost pleading.
“Let me court you,” he continued, “let me date you the way I should have the past three years.”
You didn’t answer.
You just walked past him and went to get changed.
You were meeting your friends that night, and had no intention of spending another minute in that kitchen listening to Jungkook act like he could fix three years with a few words.
He stayed where he was while you moved around the house, but you could feel his eyes on you. It shouldn’t have felt unfamiliar, he was your husband. Still, you couldn’t remember the last time he actually noticed you.
but you hated that your body enjoyed the feeling of being noticed by him, hated that some part of you still wanted to be seen by him.
"Can I come?" he asked, from the living room, he sounded quieter than you have ever heard him speak, “I would love to get to know your friends.”
You scoffed out loud in response and left without answering him.
When the door shut behind you, something in your body felt at ease because for the first time in years, your life felt like it belonged entirely to you again.
HAPPY VALENTINES DAY. GO FIND SOME FLUFF SOMEWHERE ELSE AFTER THIS–COOL? COOL.
Two days after your high school graduation, Jungkook proposed to you.
Granted, it was with a plastic ring sprayed with a flaking silver paint and tucked inside–an equally as cheaply made–plastic egg with a bright yellow bottom. He’d put three coins into one of those horrible, half broken, children’s toy machines and presented you his new treasure by getting down on one knee. At first, you’d laughed; Jungkook was always joking, so it had to be a prank. Who would propose to their high school sweetheart right there, in the middle of a busy street, when both knew their plans were about as solid as the sand at the beach they were heading to.
But, when he jerked his chin towards your hand and continued to stare at you as if waiting, you could only feel all of the blood rush to your face, ears and brain as he spoke those three words you would never forget.
“Marry me, YN.” It wasn’t a question because he already knew the answer–he always found the answers to life so quickly; it was one of his many talents. Sometimes his greatness infuriated you when you wanted to be right too, but that moment was not one of them. You couldn’t even get the words out properly before he was sliding the shitty ring onto your finger.
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One month after the end of a five-year relationship, Y/N lets her best friends drag her out for a night she never intended to have. She's convinced she'll spend the evening pretending she's okay—but one impulsive decision changes everything.
When she meets the mysterious, tattooed Jungkook, what starts as an attempt to forget her past quickly becomes something neither of them expected. Sometimes moving on begins with one conversation... and one unforgettable night.
Rating: Mature (18+)
Genres: Contemporary Romance • New Adult • Slow Burn • Romance • Humor • Drama • Emotional Healing • Slice of Life • Fluff • Angst• Learning to move on • Self-discovery • Taking chances • Healing after heartbreak • Vulnerability • Trust • Unexpected connections • Starting over
Warning: Mature language • Alcohol consumption • Breakup and heartbreak • Sexual themes • Consensual intimacy • Mild emotional distress • Mentions of a long-term relationship ending
Word Count: 907 Words
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Prologue
Five years.
People always said time flew when you were happy.
Y/N had never really believed them until she found herself standing in the apartment she had once imagined calling home, staring at the man she'd spent nearly a quarter of her life loving.
Five years had somehow become a handful of cardboard boxes.
A framed picture still hung crookedly on the wall behind him—the one they'd taken on their first vacation together. She remembered laughing because he'd insisted on taking twenty pictures before he found one he liked.
Now he wouldn't even look at it.
Or at her.
His eyes stayed fixed on the hardwood floor as though the answer he was searching for had somehow lodged itself between the cracks.
The silence stretched.
Heavy.
Painfully familiar.
"Can you... say something?" she asked quietly.
He inhaled through his nose before finally lifting his head.
"I don't know what else there is to say."
Her heart squeezed.
"What do you mean?"
Another long pause.
Then he spoke the words that would replay in her mind for weeks.
"I think we've grown apart."
She blinked.
"...What?"
"I've been thinking about this for a while."
"A while?"
Her voice cracked.
"A while?"
He nodded once.
"I'm sorry."
"No."
She shook her head.
"No, you don't get to say you're sorry after saying something like that."
She laughed—a short, disbelieving laugh that sounded foreign even to her own ears.
"Is this a joke?"
"It isn't."
"Did I do something?"
"No."
"Are you seeing someone else?"
His answer came immediately.
"No."
"Then what happened?"
He rubbed a hand over the back of his neck.
"I don't know."
"You don't know?"
"I just..."
He sighed.
"I don't feel the same anymore."
The words hit harder than she expected.
Not because she hadn't considered the possibility.
But because hearing them spoken aloud made them real.
Five years.
Gone.
Just like that.
She searched his face for hesitation.
For regret.
For any sign that he'd tell her this had all been a mistake.
There wasn't one.
Instead, he looked... tired.
Like he'd already mourned the relationship long before she'd known there was anything to mourn.
Tears blurred her vision.
"So that's it?"
He swallowed.
"I think it's for the best."
"For who?"
He didn't answer.
She wiped at her cheeks with the sleeve of her sweater.
"We were talking about adopting a dog two weeks ago."
Silence.
"We were planning a trip for the summer."
Silence.
"We were looking at apartments."
More silence.
Each unanswered sentence hurt more than the last.
"I loved you."
Her voice came out barely above a whisper.
"I know."
Those two words shattered something inside her.
She stared at him for another moment before slowly nodding to herself.
"If this is really what you want..."
She paused, trying to steady her breathing.
"...then I'm not going to beg you to stay."
He looked relieved.
Relieved.
The realization nearly brought her to her knees.
Without another word, she turned toward the bedroom.
Every drawer she opened felt surreal.
A sweatshirt he'd stolen from her years ago.
Movie ticket stubs she'd forgotten she'd kept.
Birthday cards.
Photos.
Tiny pieces of a future that no longer existed.
She packed in silence.
Neither of them spoke.
There wasn't anything left to say.
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The first week was the hardest.
She cried in the shower.
She cried while folding laundry.
She cried because she found one of his hoodies shoved into the back of her closet.
She cried because her grocery list still included his favorite cereal.
Her apartment suddenly felt too quiet.
Too empty.
Too big for one person.
Her phone buzzed constantly.
**Emmie:** *Come over.*
**May:** *We're bringing pizza.*
**Emmie:** *You don't have to be alone.*
She ignored every message.
She wasn't angry at them.
She just...
Didn't have the energy.
Days blurred together.
Sleep became easier than thinking.
Television became background noise she barely paid attention to.
Takeout containers piled up on her kitchen counter.
She stopped answering calls from everyone except work.
Even then, she kept conversations short.
"I'm okay."
It became her favorite lie.
Because admitting she wasn't okay somehow made everything feel worse.
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By the third week, Emmie and May had stopped asking.
Instead, they simply showed up.
One Saturday afternoon, Y/N opened her apartment door to find both women standing in the hallway.
May held a bag of groceries.
Emmie carried coffee.
Neither waited for an invitation before walking inside.
"You live like this?" May asked, looking around at the cluttered living room.
"I've been busy."
"You've been avoiding life."
Y/N sighed dramatically.
"I knew inviting you in was a mistake."
"You didn't invite us," Emmie reminded her.
"We invited ourselves."
For the next two hours, they cleaned while Y/N halfheartedly protested from the couch.
Fresh sheets appeared on her bed.
The dishes disappeared from the sink.
The windows opened, letting sunlight fill the apartment for the first time in weeks.
By the time they finished, the place almost looked lived in again.
Emmie handed Y/N a mug of coffee before sitting beside her.
"We miss you."
Y/N stared down at the steaming cup.
"I'm right here."
"No."
May sat across from her.
"You're existing."
"There's a difference."
Silence settled over the room.
Finally, Emmie reached over and squeezed her hand.
"You're allowed to be sad."
A tear rolled down Y/N's cheek.
"But you're not allowed to disappear."
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on the circuit, Jungkook races against the clock; off it, he races against your questions — but he can’t seem to let you slip through his fingers. — ugh, how much longer can you keep pretending it’s nothing more than bickering?
⋆˚࿔ pairings: f1driver!jungkook x journalist!reader.
⋆˚࿔ tags + warnings: Jungkook as a Ferrari driver, Taehyung as his teammate, f!reader, love-hate dynamic, feigned hatred, Italian words, mention of the Monza GP, oral sex (f!receiving), nipple squeezing, praise. (not yet reviewed) — wc: 3.5K
“ANOTHER VICTORY FOR THE FERRARI DRIVER, WHO EXTENDS HIS LEAD IN THE WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP!”
The grandstands continued to roar, the deafening cheers echoing throughout the circuit, frantic, relentless, and filled with undeniable admiration.
The roar of the engines had fallen silent, yet the Monza circuit remained under the thunderous noise of more than ninety thousand people —perhaps even more than that — singing with overwhelming pride and joy. Countless red flags waved through the grandstands as a Ferrari slowly completed its celebratory lap.
Him. — Jeon Jungkook raised one gloved fist from the cockpit.
Another victory. His seventh of the season. The seventy-third of his career.
“Grazie, ragazzi!” — Jungkook’s voice came through the team radio, breathless yet beaming with exhilaration. He couldn’t help but let a few curses slip in his native language, earning a round of laughter from his race engineer. — “The car is unbelievable, magnifico.”
“No, JK.” — The engineer replied. Jungkook could hear the smile in the older man’s voice; years of working together had made it unmistakable. — “You were the unbelievable one out there, mate.”
On the pitwall, the Italian team’s mechanics jumped over one another, screaming with euphoria; the feeling of securing a home victory was satisfying, truly rewarding. — The true honor of Ferrari. — Without suppressing or interrupting the celebration, Kim Taehyung was the second driver to cross the finish line and meet the checkered flag, securing a one-two finish for the red team.
Jungkook parked the SF-26 in the designated spot marked by the enormous number one sign. He then removed the steering wheel and released himself from the harness and the car’s safety restraints, taking a deep breath. As he lifted his visor, the sound of the crowd seemed to double in intensity, in sheer force and passion. — It was extraordinary. — He climbed out of the car, raising his arms as a gesture of relief and strength.
After completing the correct and mandatory post-race procedures, Jungkook didn’t waste a single second before celebrating his victory.
The golden helmet, detailed with purple and black accents, was removed, revealing his dark hair completely messy and stuck to his forehead from the sweat. But nothing stopped him from messing it up even more with his fingers and feeling comfortable with the temporary hairstyle.
Ferrari had won once again.
The photographers, still buzzing with excitement, fired hundreds of flashes — and fought for the best angle of the young man without hesitation, even risking creating chaos — while Jungkook greeted some officials from the department and welcomed Taehyung with a fearless, heartfelt embrace. Even through the helmet, the younger driver admired the brightness in his teammate’s eyes.
It was the kind of embrace reserved for those who had shared years together, victories, defeats, and countless hours inside Ferrari. — Not to mention the endless complaints over the team radio.
“So, you decided to fly today?” — Taehyung asked, his voice muffled by his helmet, a grin evident in his tone. — “I knew you weren’t going to waste that pole position.”
“Looks like you did too,” — Jungkook replied as he reached for his water bottle and set his helmet down in the designated area. — “I thought you were going to come after me after that last Safety Car.”
“I thought about it.” — They both laughed. Taehyung could have, and he genuinely considered, overtaking the younger driver on lap forty-two; he wasn’t lying. In the end, though, he chose to stick to the team’s strategy. Besides, he had won the previous race. — And he wasn’t about to let the opportunity slip away at the next Grand Prix. — “You deserved it, man.”
One of the photographers captured the moment; without a doubt, he thought, it was one of the finest shots he had ever taken throughout his career. — Ferrari’s confident, seemingly unstoppable partnership.
“Jungkook!” — A familiar voice caught the race winner’s attention, pulling him away from his conversation with Taehyung. Warm and upbeat, yet always carrying a youthful enthusiasm for her role and her work, her tone had always been inviting, especially to him.
The call, clear and instantly recognizable amid the chaos of engineers, photographers, and mechanics still riding the high of the race, drew his attention at once. It was curious — and peculiar, so incredibly peculiar — how, among hundreds of voices echoing around him, he could still pick yours out effortlessly, as if his body had learned to search for your long before his mind even realized it.
Funny enough, there was something about your voice that always managed to capture his attention; soft, comforting, and reassuring. It carried that effortless warmth, that so deeply admired charm capable of winning anyone over, whether there was a camera pointed at you or not. — Anyone.
Except him.
Or, at least, that’s what the world believed.
His dark, gleaming eyes found the figure approaching, and his lips threatened to give away a smile he was quick to suppress. — Jungkook caught the corner of his lower lip between his teeth, absentmindedly biting down against the piercing; a habit he desperately needed to break. — One of these days, he was going to rip the jewelry right out.
“First of all, congratulations on the win!” — Your words came across flawlessly professional, accompanied by your signature warm smile, your eyes gently curving with genuine sincerity. — “I’d say it was a nearly flawless race, wouldn’t you?” — You extended the interview microphone toward the driver.
“Well, i suppose i can.” — Barehanded now, Jungkook accepted the microphone. For the briefest of moments, his fingers brushed against yours.
“Starting from pole position, managing your tires in a way only a handful of drivers can, and doing it here of all places; you built a gap of more than seven seconds to the driver in second over the closing laps.” — You had a remarkable ability to catch every detail and put it to use in your interviews, something that both impressed your fellow journalists and kept the drivers on their toes. — “Honestly, it looked like no one could keep up with you.”
And you was right. Jungkook wasn’t about to argue with your last remark. That didn’t mean he wanted to feed his own ego or boast about his drive. — He knew how to distinguish confidence from arrogance, regardless of the shallow headlines and manufactured rumors claiming otherwise. — In response, the tattooed driver gave a subtle nod of agreement.
“The team gave me a fantastic car.” — Jungkook took a deep breath, his gaze drifting toward the grandstands and the members of the team gathered together, embracing his teammate as they celebrated the podium finish. — “I’m grateful to my team and to the fans. This is all because of them. I just had to do my job.”
“Honestly, it’s great to hear that.” — The broadcast camera centered on the driver as he waved to the crowd, raising both fists in triumph while thousands of voices erupted, chanting his name. — “But on lap… thirty-two, you ignored your race engineer’s recommendation to preserve the medium tires. Instead of managing them, you kept pushing at the front and attacking.” — Hidden within the praise were the carefully crafted criticisms that came with your job. — “Was that confidence or recklessness?”
Raising an eyebrow, you paid no attention to the quiet murmurs from the other journalists gathered around the interview area. You was simply doing your job; and doing it exceptionally well. Questions like that were sharp, necessary, and invaluable for the network’s upcoming coverage, not to mention the official Formula 1 broadcast team. — Well, you had never been known for going easy on your questions. As a matter of fact, you had never once taken it easy on that particular driver.
Jungkook let out a quiet, breathy laugh, almost unable to believe what he was being asked. — You were unbelievable. — Years of experience had taught him to recognize a provocation from a mile away, and he’d learned to deal with it in his own way; to answer it in his own way. His smile widened, making the piercing on his lip catch the light, as he narrowed his eyes at you.
He almost felt like congratulating you on the question.
“Look…” — He said your name with unmistakable cynicism and a hint of arrogance, never letting the sly, barely charming smile leave his lips. Listening closely, you leaned in toward Jungkook. — “I didn’t realize they’d started handing out psychological evaluations around here.”
“Then what’s the verdict?” — You pressed, making it clear you expected an answer.
“Confidence.”
“Not even a little recklessness? Maybe just in the heat of the moment?” — You furrowed your brows, meeting his answer with the slightest hint of skepticism.
Oh, you knew that infuriating driver all too well.
“No.” — He shook his head. Reaching for his water bottle once again, he took a long drink, easing the dryness in his throat. Moments later, a team member handed him a cap, which he slipped on without hesitation; he was grateful, he’d had enough of the sun beating down on his face. — “If I’d been driving recklessly or acting on impulse, you’d be interviewing someone else instead.” — Jungkook pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheek, an old habit of his. — “Right?”
This time, it was your turn to take a deep breath. Silently, you thanked your cameraman for keeping you out of the frame and focusing solely on the driver. Jungkook enjoyed the attention, but he rarely looked directly into the camera. — Instead, his eyes remained fixed on you. — Watching, with unmistakable satisfaction, your reaction to his answer.
“Fair enough.” — You gave a slow nod in agreement. Moistening your lips, you broke eye contact with Jungkook for the briefest of moments before meeting his gaze again. — “But does that mean you believe you know better than your team?”
“I think i know exactly what my car is capable of.”
For the second time during the interview, your name rolled effortlessly off Jungkook’s bold, unwavering lips. The way he said it was so firm, so assured. — It almost seemed as though he enjoyed the taste of your name, savoring every syllable. He never missed an opportunity to say it just as he occasionally made a point of using your last name as well.
Truthfully, — with all the honesty Jeon had been raised with, something he remained deeply grateful to his family for — your surname rolled off his tongue like a fine wine, one of the young driver’s favorites. Perhaps that was why he always found himself coming back to it, savoring the sound each time he spoke it.
You hated that damn man.
“Interesting, Jungkook.” — This time, the cameraman turned the lens toward you, bringing you into the live broadcast for the first time. A moment later, he swept the camera across the crowd, the teams, and the drivers who had secured podium finishes before settling back on the two of you. — “Some people, and plenty of fans, believe that taking that risk simply wasn’t necessary.”
Before returning to Jungkook, the camera briefly caught Taehyung in the background, waving to the crowd and blowing a small kiss toward the cameraman.
“So do you enjoy taking risks?” — A faint smile tugged at your lips. — “Why?”
Oh.
Jungkook knew. — You weren’t talking only about the race or his performance in the Grand Prix. It was foolish to think he could escape one of your loaded questions. Keeping his razor-sharp tongue ready to answer you as professionally as possible — a habit that had fueled countless whispers throughout the paddock and the media alike — had never been enough to win this little game the two of you insisted on playing.
The lead driver for the Italian team didn’t answer immediately. Maybe the journalist had finally left him speechless, someone would undoubtedly comment that on social media. Or perhaps it would become the headline of an article or, more likely, a gossip site. — His PR team was probably in for an exhausting few days ahead; then again, that was exactly what they were paid for, complaints or not.
“Not always,..” — Jungkook narrowed his eyes once again, never once breaking eye contact with you. His jaw tightened, yet his expression remained composed, unwavering; far too composed for someone so accustomed to hiding what he was truly thinking. — “Only when the reward is truly worth it.”
For a brief moment, neither the murmur of the teams, nor the relentless clicking of cameras, nor the roar of the fans seemed to exist. Jeon’s answer lingered in the air, deliberately open-ended, inviting far too many interpretations.
The brief, almost suffocating, silence that settled between you and the driver felt unusually heavy, an unexpected pause for both the viewers and the cameras. He knew exactly where his words could land, whether for better or for worse. — The two of you needed to remember that you couldn’t stand each other. One careless slip, and the carefully choreographed game you had been playing for years would unravel into a spectacular disaster.
A complete fucking disaster, in fact.
Holding Jungkook’s gaze for only a few seconds, just long enough to make sure not a single damned emotion slipped through in front of the camera, — or the countless other cameras, broadcasters, and rival journalists surrounding you. — tour lips curved into a flawless smile. The same polished, unmistakably professional one. Then, you turned your attention back to the cameraman.
“Congratulations on a brilliant victory, Jungkook!” Instead of offering your hand first, as etiquette would normally dictate in your role, Jungkook was the one who reached out. Your eyes dropped to his large, tattooed hand. — “Thank you for your time.”
He gave a small nod, his posture remaining effortlessly relaxed. A quiet, almost inaudible “thank you” slipped from his lips before he released your hand and took his leave.
Stepping away from the interview area, Jeon made his way back toward the team, greeting engineers and mechanics along the way; they nearly snatched the cap right off his head in celebration. — Every second of it was being captured. — Now, all that remained was for the second driver to finish his interview before they could finally celebrate the way they truly wanted. He could hardly wait to enjoy his victory.
“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, YOUR WINNER OF THE MONZA GRAND PRIX: JEON JUNGKOOK!”
The hotel room — located, as you recalled, near Lake Como — remained bathed in semi-darkness, softly illuminated by the region’s amber and orange light filtering through the curtains of the massive glass window; it was the tail end of the afternoon.
His tattooed hands found your waist with such familiarity — a perfect fit — pulling you close even though you were already in bed; his cunning lips captured yours in an urgent, utterly famished kiss. It seemed as though he had spent the entire day holding back that damned desire — which was true. Jungkook was acting with a ferocity, perhaps even something more intense than that.
Your fingers slid along the back of the oldest's neck, tousling and tugging at his dark hair as you deepened the kiss. It was slow one moment, then intense the next. — He caressed your tongue, licking and sucking on it with immense satisfaction; he knew you enjoyed it, and you felt yourself becoming all the more aroused. — Low moans and vibrations occasionally escaped him. — The faint taste of metal from the jewelry in Jungkook’s lip intrigued you; it was a sensation you never tired of.
"Do you ever get tired of trying to kill me during your interviews?" — Breaking away from your mouth with a loud, wet pop, Jungkook planted a series of soft, quick kisses along your cheek. Both of you struggled to catch your breath and return to normal.
"Well, it's my job, babe." — You wrapped your arms around his neck, feeling a slight tension in his shoulder muscles. Hearing your man’s low chuckle, you raised an eyebrow.
"Oh, really?" — Jungkook’s lips grazed yours again. — "So, you know more than your team?" — He mimicked your voice, trying his best to hit the perfect tone while maintaining a professional air. You laughed, amused by the cheap imitation, and called him "insufferable." — "You like it, i know you do."
"Mmh…" — You murmured, sounding needy. You felt his hands roaming over your stomach, caressing it with up-and-down strokes beneath your T-shirt. Soon, Jungkook lowered his head, practically rubbing against you as he trailed a path of soft kisses down your body; it was obvious what he was after.
Jungkook lifted your T-shirt up toward your chest, exposing your midriff; he planted long kisses and traced patterns with his tongue, as if sketching something on your skin. Then, moving closer to your bare legs — grateful that you were wearing nothing but panties — he wasted no time settling right between your thighs; aside from the missionary position, this was one of his favorite places to be.
As he pulled off your panties and tossed them aside, lifting one of your legs onto his shoulder, Jungkook furrowed his brows and nearly let out a groan at the sight of the wet sheen on your pussy.
"Like i said, it's my jo…" — You were about to argue, just to tease him for fun, when you were cut off by the sensation of his tongue sliding between your folds; your pussy was met with a long, slow lick. — "Fuck!" — You groaned loudly, letting out a whimper right after. Your boyfriend's tattooed hands gripped your hips, as if trying to hold you fast.
Jungkook’s moan, as he savored your taste, vibrated through your body, sending a wicked jolt and a shiver down your spine. He sucked on your folds, unbothered by the wet, utterly filthy sounds he was making, and with every passing second and opportunity, he inhaled your scent, openly acknowledging his obsession with you. — He murmured things like "don't move, my love" and "stay perfectly still, just like that," but it was no use.
Your hips ground against his mouth, — it wasn't your fault, and you swore to him you were trying to hold back — but your waist would lift involuntarily from the spasms, prompting Jungkook to grip you tighter; he licked you fervently, teasing your clitoris with the tip of his tongue. Just the way you liked it, a technique you’d learned from him.
"Aegi, please…" — You pleaded in a muffled voice, lifting your eyes toward him. A thin thread of saliva connected his mouth to your pussy. — "Easy now." — Jeon murmured gently; though it didn't seem like he was holding back as he devoured you. He immediately went back to sucking you, instantly penetrating you with his tongue.
"Shit, Ggkie…" — Your fingers found your hardened nipples beneath your shirt, squeezing them to cope with the pleasure driving you mad. Jungkook sucked your clitoris, licking it like a sweet treat, then moved down to your wet, pulsing opening; you could feel his nose brush against your clitoris every now and then. — "Like that, just like that…" — You stammered.
That bold tongue — the one that used to curse you out whenever he ran into you in the paddock or the Ferrari garage — was sliding in and out of you. It savored his favorite taste, working over your entire pussy and leaving no spot unattended. He knew his chin and nose were slick with the mixture of your juices and his saliva.
"Always doing your job so well." — His words vibrated through your body; Jeon knew how much you loved praise. He noticed your thighs trying to summon the strength to squeeze him. — "The best of them all." — He kissed your sensitive little bud. — "And you're all mine." —
Shit, shit, shit.
A wave of burning heat, mingled with shivers, intensified in your belly; you felt a tingling sensation and a slight, maddening itch. With your legs trembling and goosebumps racing across your skin, you were drawing closer and closer to orgasm. — The urge to weep from sheer, overwhelming desire, teetering on the edge of ecstasy, washed over you. You tugged at the driver's hair, making him groan in pain, while digging his short nails into your skin.
"Jungkook, ugh," — You whimpered, drool spilling from your lips. — "Please, please…" — You were begging for something, though you didn't know quite what; there was no need to plead or implore him. Jungkook would have given you anything anyway.
"Come on, Jagiya." — He soothed. His voice calm, husky, and sweet. — "Give it to me, come on." — Amidst his licks and a long, deep suck on your clitoris, you climax right into Jungkook’s mouth. The wet, loud sounds coming from between your legs were intense; he didn't want to leave a single drop behind.
Well, the articles and headlines hadn't lied when they called him selfish.
Boldly, Jungkook spread your pussy open with his index and middle fingers in a "V" shape to gain better access and lick you all over, while your legs practically smothered him. — But, unfortunately, his dream of dying between your beautiful thighs was still a long way off. — Disregarding your body's hypersensitivity, he wanted to savor your climax.
That man was impossible, unbelievable. — At least he was yours.
