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☼ Stray Kids ☼

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ fuck it, guess we both ain't shit! | chan x reader | S

being fwb with someone you have feelings for is hard, even harder when he's a douchebag who doesn't even bother introducing you as a friend, like where is the friends in friends with benefits? well, it's none existent now, because you're about to be more than friends, he just needed a little wake up call.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ unlucky girl syndrome | jisung x reader | SB

for three years, your relationship with han jisung was defined by thirty-six inches of distance, sharp-edged insults, and a mutual vow to never stand each other. but when a broken-down truck and a costal road trip strip away the noise of the city, the silence between you starts to feel less like a battlefield and more like home. it turns out, hating him was easy - it was the falling in love that was inevitable.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ louder | chan x reader | S

in which chan's obsessed with one thing: hearing you moan his name. what starts slow and sweet quickly turns into rough, relentless pleasure as he pushes you through orgasm after orgasm just to hear those pretty sounds spill from your lips.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ camera-shy | hyunjin x reader | F

it drove hyunjin crazy that you wouldn't let him capture you on camera.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ delirium | chan x reader | F, C

for once, you get to take care of the one who takes care of everyone.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ baby's first time | jeongin x reader | S

after months of endless teasing, jeongin finally lets go of his restraint. in a heated night alone in the dorm, the usually shy maknae discovers a deep, possessive hunger within himself. for the first time, he takes full control - claiming you with rough passion, strong hands around your throat, and an overwhelming need to mark and fill you until you're completely his.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ the aftershow | chan x reader | S

after seeing chris performing at the govball, he got you pretty worked up as he knew exactly what he was doing. so back in the hotel room you decided to let him know how much he really got you worked up.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ surprise visits and silent tears | ot8 x reader | C, F

finding their s/o crying

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ ruined for anyone else | chan x reader | F

"if we ever broke up, i think you ruined me for anyone else."

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ beneath the midnight stars | chan x reader | F

"i didn't want to date but now you're the one thing holding everything together."

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ chasing yesterday | chan x reader | F

years after splitting paths, he didn't expect a text to bring an old friend - and old feelings - back into his life.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ handle with care: dilf inside | jisung x reader | S

dilf!jisung who just can't help but want to fuck his son's babysitter

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ vision board | chan x reader | F

wedding planner!reader

☼ BTS ☼

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ comeover | taehyung x reader | S (by @jeonkive )

your brother's best friend is off limits. or so you thought.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ canvas hearts | jungkook x reader | F, SB, C, S ( by @luvvjjk )

y/n has no tme for distractions - especially not charming art majors with paint-streaked smiles. her life has been the same since high school, with a set routine that almost no one can hinder : eat, sleep, study, repeat. until a fundraiser mishap pairs her up with campus heartthrob and chaos incarnate, jeon jungkook, she falls in a loop of endless splotches of paint that mark a different path in her life.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ bf!jungkook | headcannon | F, S (by @stlllle )

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ i got ways | jungkook x reader | S (by @jungkakes )

you know how to leave jeongguk. you just don't know how to stay away.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ bound by vows | jungkook x reader | F, SB, C, S (by @gukcnt )

your world crumbles when you're forced into a marriage with jeon jungkook, a man whose commanding presence terrifies you, reminding you of your father's cruelty. yet, beneath his coldness, jungkook's unexpected kindness stirs a spark of hope, making you question everything you fear. your life together starts - an emotional journey of two hearts seeking comfort, healing, and a chance at love.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ joyride | jungkook x reader | S (by @foliexaxdeux )

your car breaks down in a rural town during a solo road trip and you barely manage to make it to the nearest repair shop. jungkook, trusty mechanic and sweetheart, takes a look at your car and brings you to a - very icky - motel, where he can't bring himself to let you stay the night on your own..

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ destination, you | jungkook x reader | F (by @femme11fatale )

jungkook has spent months planning the perfect proposal, but he forgot to account for one thing - you.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ until he can call you his | jungkook x reader | F ( by @vinylopall )

in which jungkook shows up every friday for six months to ask your father for permission to marry you, and gets rejected every time. still, he returns each week with flowers, pastries, and stubborn determination. meanwhile, you have no idea your boyfriend has been secretly trying to "apply" for the role of your husband behind your back.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ when the lights go out | jungkook x reader | S (by @pinkpantherbby )

an unexpected collaboration with jungkook was the last thing yuo wanted. he's frustrating, impossible to read, and somehow always finds a way to get under your skin. but as your resentment slowly transforms into something far more dangerous, you begin to realize there's more to him than you've ever been able to understand.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ video game lover | jungkook x reader | S (by @gguksval )

jungkook is somehow transported into a video game, in which he has an unhealthy obsession with the main character - you.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ start over | jungkook x reader | A (by @sweetonejk )

don't leave, i don't wanna start over (based on "start over" by 5sos)

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ something like courage | jungkook x reader | F (by @koosette )

you have never wanted children. at least, that's what you told yourself - until you watched your husband feed your niece ice cream like she hung the moon, and something you thought you'd buried a long time ago quietly came back to life.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ right side of my neck | jungkook x reader | F (by @scarletjvliae )

spring arrives softly your junior year. suddenly, the flowers are blooming, the weather is warm again, and your quiet childhood friend next door - jeon jungkook - is tutoring you in calculus every saturday afternoon. you hadn't realized how much you'd drifted apart until now. unfortunately for your grades and your heart, he's far sweeter than you remembered.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ battle of the bands | jungkook x reader | F, S (by @fkingl0ser )

to the public, you had an infamous rivalry with the stoner emo kid jungkook, and everyone knew it, but behind closed doors, you had been in a strong relationship for months. when both your bands sign up for the school showcase, both teams are determined to beat the other, and the teasing, pranks, and late-night invasions only get worse. but how far is too far when one prank might just ruin everything?

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ ride | jungkook x reader | S (by @wethemess )

spotting jungkook's weight session in your home gym. harmless, right?

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ five days late | jungkook x reader | F, C (by @femme11fatale )

accompanying jungkook on tour has felt like living in a dream. stolen moments between cities, trying to make a relationship work in the middle of chaos. but when your period is late, the dream starts spiraling into panic as you try to find out if you're right without raising suspicion, and contemplate how you are going to break the news to your very famous, busy boyfriend...

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ seven days a week | jungkook x reader | F, A (by @tarathetic )

in which a hardworking student breaks things off with her reckless boyfriend jeon jungkook after one dangerous night too many. brokenhearted but completely determined, jungkook sets out to prove he can change his entire life to flirt into her future - one day at a time.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ boyfriend headcannons | namjoon x reader | F (by @chwrrybby )

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ ducati | jungkook x reader | S (by @jiminsdolly )

song playing: touchin' me - chandler leighton

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ lonely night | jungkook x reader | A, S (by @spideyjimin )

after a heartbreaking and devastating breakup, you've never truly left jungkook's mind. never once did he stop thinking about you, wondering who you've become and wishing he could have you back. but one night, years later, you unexpectetly meet again. you realize that even in new relationships, you've never stopped searching for each other.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ made of honor | jungkook x reader x namjoon | A, S, F (by @kookooluvr )

you gained a lot from university; a law degree catching dust in your attic, countless arguments with your roommate about laundry schedules, and a best friend whose biggest fear in life is committment. in essence, jungkook's world gets flipped upside down when you take a trip to london and he finally realizes his feelings for you .. only to find out you've come back with a fiance.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ (she's) perfect | jungkook x reader | A (by @jjkarmy091 )

different inflection, when you say my name. kiss me, but your kiss don't feel the same.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ everytime we almost | jungkook x reader | SB (by @sweetonejk )

"you never hesitate." "i do." "when?" "when it matters."

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ grease | jungkook x reader | S (by @cherrygkoo )

the one where you bring your bike in for a noise that keeps returning, and discover the only thing getting properly turned on is you.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ even now | taehyung x reader | S, A (by @bangtanfanfiction )

five years after their breakup, y/n is exhausted, overworked, and doing everything she can to keep her son happy. unfortunately for her, river has decided the solution to all of their problems is tracking down her famous ex-boyfriend and ambushing him in the middle of BTS practice.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ all to myself | jungkook x reader | S (by @wethemess )

wanting tipsy jk all to yourself after an album release party.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ bound by blood | taehyung x reader | F, S (by @ctrlhope )

a servant to the state since birth, forced to work for the royal family until you die. these are the conditions that have granted you life, yet they are the same ones that can take everything away. he can take everything away. but he would never, for you are his future, his eternity.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ what do you do when you have just been cheated on? | taehyung x reader | F, S (by @1luvtae )

what do you do when you have found out that your long-term boyfriend has been cheating on you? well, contacting his (may i mention, very, very hot) best friend tae is definitely an option.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ always the bridesmaid | taehyung x reader | A, F, S (by @kookingtae )

when you first meet kim taehyung, you're determined to find every reason to hate him - or maybe he's just looking for ways to get on your last nerve. but when a turn of events has the two of you working the wedding of the man you're hopelessly in love with, you're too late to realize the real reason to hate kim taehyung is because of the latest column he's secretly writing: 'always the bridesmaid, never the bride', and it's all about you.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ one more night | jungkook x reader | F, S (by @wintrbears )

you and jeongguk have had the same arrangement for years, that whenever he's back home in busan, he gets to recover from stardom in your arms. it allows you to act out your deepest fantasies without any strings attached, but maybe it doesn't have to remain a fantasy forever.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ warm linen | jungkook x reader | F, C (by @koofarie1 )

when a sudden, heavy downpour washes away your grand weekend plans in seoul, you expect a boring afternoon indoors. instead, jungkook turns his living room into a fortress of comfort. wrapped in his oversized clothes and insulated by a massive blanket fort lit by fairy lights, the chaos of his idol life completely fades away. it's a quiet afternoon, filled with spilled hot chocolate, playful tickle wars, and soft middle-of-the-night confessions that prove no matter how loud the world gets outside, you will always be each other's safe harbor.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ one shot, two shots, three shots.. | jungkook x reader | S (by @lostvenuss )

☼ Steve Harrington ☼

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ girl of the week | harrington x reader | S (by @alcottsangel )

steve's sex life sucks. he's not exactly sure why he doesn't want to fuck the girls he dates anymore, but it's certainly becoming a problem. when you listen to him complain yet again during your shared shift at Family Video you decide to make an offer. do you wanna fuck?

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ running back to you | harrington x reader | F (by "deactivated user")

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ i want you more than any stupid song could ever say | harrington x reader | F (by @swirledyouintoallmypoems )

steve wants to tell you how he feels, but he can't find the right words. robin gives him the idea to dedicate a song to you on the wsqk radio station, but not a single stupid song can explain just how he feels about you.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ steve harrington needs you, so bad. | harrington x reader | S (by @gardenias-on-the-tile )

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ situationship vibes | harrington x reader | F, A (by @lizzygrantforever )

you and steve have been in a situationship for a while. you want way more with him, but you feel like he's not over nancy yet.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ slut era interlude | harrington x reader | F, A (by @djolemodel )

you get stuck in a constant loop that you think is going to be a short-term type of thing, but what you're missing is real communication.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ the back porch | harrington x reader | A, F (by @gardenias-on-the-tile )

when steve sees you at a party, he starts to go insane. so what if you broke up? he still loves you, and his mind can't seem to stop the thoughts that maybe, just maybe, he can win you back.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ your side of the bed | harrington x reader | A (by @harringtonsugar )

your breakup with steve has been rough, and it only gets worse at night without him next to you.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ hell & heaven | harrington x reader | S, F (by @catherinnn )

you can't stand steve harrington and his cocky attitude. unfortunately, hatred comes with a surprising amount of passion, and passion has a way of turning into feelings.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ high confessions | harrington x reader | F (by @djolemodel )

season 3 bathroom scene

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ always ready to be left out in the cold | harrington x reader | S, A, F (by @thecreelhouse )

getting stuck with steve in the van on crawl nights fucking sucks. getting stranded in a snowstorm, forced to cuddle up next to the one person you cannot stand, all to share warmth and hopefully survive the night? you're almost certain you'd rather freeze to death. almost.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ crayons, shoelaces and love | harrington x reader | F (by @underoospeterparker )

despite telling himself he doesn't need love, single dad steve harrington finds himself falling for his seven year-old daughter's primary school teacher (aka you)

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ drop dead | harrington x reader (by @maysileesweets )

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ you're a catch | harrington x reader | ongoing (by @sighmaii )

after a rather unfortunate one-night stand, you're left scrambling to get you and your 3rd grade son to his new little league baseball meeting, and even more scrambled when you see that the man who'd given you the best night since you'd moved from chicago is, in fact, his coach. his really, really attractive coach.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ you can always reconsider | harrington x reader | (by @snapesuntouchedshampoo )

in which steve "the hair" harrington finds he can't leave you alone... even though you're sworn enemies.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ between the aisles | harrington x reader | S, F (by @thelastcitysposts )

during a sweltering summer in 1986, the slow shifts at family video become an unexpected battleground when steve and an old classmate of robin's keep running into each other. old grudges, sharp banter, and unresolved history turn every encounter into a tense stand-off, but the more time they're forced to share the same space, the harder it becomes to ignore the shifts happening beneath the surface. between late-night conversations, lingering glances, and the weight of who they used to be, something begins to change - whether either of them is ready for it or not.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ the vanishing of dustin henderson | harrington x reader | F, A (by @djoyful )

nobody has seen dustin henderson for days. not eddie. not mike. and defnitely not steve, who is on the verge of a mental breakdown. but did anyone think to check on commerce street?

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ my man on willpower | harrington x reader | A, F (by @swirledyouintoallmypoems )

steve harrington used to be literally obsessed with you, but you're suddenly the least sought after girl in the land - or at least in hawkins.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ go go juice | harrington x reader | A, F (by @trizharrington )

a week after you broke up with steve, he gets wasted at a party and calls you drunk, begging you to come back.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ tame that jungle | harrington x reader | S, F (by @trizharrington )

what begins as teasing over steve's chest hair quickly turns into something far less innocent.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ the shape of home | harrington x reader | A, F, SB (by @rafecameronsbabygirl7 )

eighteen months after everything ended, you return to hawkins for the party's graduation - and find that some things never really stayed behind. between grief, familiarity, and the pull of what was never said, something fragile begins to surface.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ iloveitiloveitiloveit | harrington x diva!reader | S (by @mariasont )

he's your director. you're his researcher. and the two of you just got locked in a room with an active sex drug of your own design.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ stars in his eyes | harrington x reader | F (by @earth2starkey )

steve harrington should be listening while his friends are talking. instead, he's watching you from across the room, curled up with a book, like he hasn't been in love with you for years already.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ nettles | harrington x reader | A (by @levanterhaze )

you've known about the prophecy since the day you were born. the cuse of the older sister. ever since you and el were raised together in that sterile, white hell - shaped into weapons of war - you knew your life wasn't yours. dying wasn't brave. it wasn't noble. it was simply the inevitable conclusion you had been walking toward since birth.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ i won't let you go, please don't ask me to | harrington x reader | A (by @sasaririri )

she's his everything, and he was an idiot to make her feel otherwise. nearly losing each other forces them to confront what really matters.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ ice packs, almosts and the space in between | harrington x reader | F (by @keerymehome )

you're finally starting to feel like your life is moving forward, a decent job that you've learned to love. however, the new teacher at school seems to be living in your office with an army of injured children.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ caught in the game | harrington x reader | F (by @libraryafterdark )

being a single mom isn't easy, especially when your daughter loves baseball more than anything. and when steve harrington, the new middle school baseball coach, constantly irritates you, you're not sure wether to roll your eyes or secretly enjoys his attention. what starts as conflict over your daughter's love for the game slowly turns into something neither of you expected.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ good old fashioned lover boy | harrington x reader | F (by @rimtrbl )

3 times steve harrington couldn't keep his hands off you, and the 1 time everyone called him out on it

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ what is love? (baby don't hurt me) | harrington x reader | F (by @cielasolana )

steve wants to feel needed. y/n needs someone. so in an insomnia-induced stupor, she decides to call him in the middle of the night. and steve is.. a bit too ready to come over.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ a chance at a future | harrington x reader | F (by @canyon-saturn )

you and your boyfriend steve had never spoken about the future, as you both knew it wasn't a promise. but now, as the end of this chaos seems near, you both begin to explore what a normal life could entail. but you have to defeat vecna first, a task that has clearly proven to be nearly impossible thus far.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ daydreaming | harrington x reader | F (by @moleculeofme )

a trip to the mall ends with you meeting someone new.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ reflexes | harrington x reader | C (by @jetblack4real )

as billy's twin, things tend to come with a fight. you're used to protecting yourself or your step-sister, but when things get rough between your brother and steve, you realize your reflexes may be protecting someone else too.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ pocketed time | harrington x reader | C (by @g0ldendesiree )

after saving steve's life, he realizes the things he almost left unsaid to the girl who's always been there for him.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ confetti on the floor | harrington x reader | F, S (by @mcrdvcks )

steve's new year resolution is to finally tell you how he really feels about you, because being friends with benefits isn't enough for him.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ beauty marks | harrington x reader | F (by @dottedluv )

waking up on steve's chest has you noticing things when you didn't think you could love him more

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ movie night | harrington x reader | F (by @earth2starkey )

a quiet movie night at steve's turns into something more when robin and dustin notice just how much she's made herself at home. steve can't hide his pride, she can't hide her blush, and everyone quietly observes as their soft, teasing, and cozy dynamic unfolds.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ haunted staircase | harrington x reader | A (by @matchamegs )

in the upside down, you encounter steve right after his fight with dustin, and together you navigate grief, regret, and the tension of surviving in a world that keeps testing you.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ better boyfriend than him | harrington x reader | S (by @aloracreel )

you accidentally let it slip that your boyfriend hasn't fucked you in months, so what can steve do but make you feel good?

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ sucker for a good cliche | harrington x reader | F, A (by @bibigo-lover )

you and steve have to fake-date after an awkward dinner at the wheeler-byers household - all while you're sure that he still wants nancy.

☼ Evan Buckley ☼

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ don't make trouble | buckley x reader | A (by @megalony )

y/n is so much happier working at the 118 rather than her previous station. but her work life shifts when a ghost from her past turns up and begins to make life horrible for her. and she doesn't want to tell evan for fear of upsetting him.

☼ Din Djarin ☼

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ yours to tame | djarin x reader | F, S (by @604to647 )

worried, din goes after you amidst a rainstorm.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ it feels like love | djarin x reader | S (by @withmyloveasyourgarden )

“He’s the head of the Jeon Group and CEO of Jeon Pharmaceuticals,” John says. “Apparently, he wants to buy the company.”

To say that you’re shocked is an understatement. There are no words to describe what you’re truly feeling. Betrayed? Maybe. Lied to? Obviously. Hurt? Still need to figure that one out.

By reflex, you type his name on Google, and it’s with no surprise that you see tons of pictures and articles about him. How didn’t you find out about it sooner? Why didn’t he say anything? He had many opportunities to tell you, but he never did.

Your eyes quickly scan all the pictures, as if they’d disappeared when you stop looking. Then you grab your phone, unlocking it to open your chat with him. Your shaky fingers try to type something, but your mind is unable to put down all the millions of thoughts flying around.

You conclude that this can’t be discussed over messages, and even though this is all a mess, you don’t want to distract him during his meeting. He said it was important, and you’d feel bad if it all went wrong. You take a deep breath and focus again on your work, which turns out to be complicated.

The meeting between your boss and Jungkook stretches for hours, and you even have the time to leave before him. As planned, you still ordered pizzas from his favorite place and went back home, patiently waiting for him.

When he finally steps inside your place, your heart drops. Seeing him with that damn suit makes it more real. Somehow, this is the final proof you needed. A contagious smile appears on his tired face.

“Hi, love,” he says while stepping closer to you.

However, the hurt makes you step back. There’s no way you’re going to greet him with a ‘hi, love’ when he clearly lied to your face for six months. What else did he lie about? God knows what else he hid from you.

His eyebrows furrow while his hands close the door behind him. Jungkook doesn’t come any closer, respecting the distance you purposely created between you.

“How was the meeting with NovaTech?” you ask him, crossing your arms.

“Shit,” he mumbles, closing his eyes for a second.

Jungkook unties his tie as if it’s suffocating him right now.

“Yeah, shit,” you say, turning your back to him as you make your way inside your apartment.

Your boyfriend takes his shoes off but doesn’t leave the entrance. Your heart is beating crazily inside your chest while you stop in the hallway. Of all the people, you never imagined Jungkook hiding something so big from you. Being the head of the Jeon Group and CEO of Jeon Pharmaceuticals isn’t a small thing. It’s actually huge.

“Look…” he begins, his footstep echoing behind you.

“Why didn’t you tell me anything?” you ask without screaming as you turn to face him. The pain in your voice is loud and clear.

“I don’t know…” he runs his hand through his fluffy hair.

“That’s not an answer, Jungkook,” you say, as you throw your hands in the air. “I found out through a coworker that you’re a damn CEO and head of a huge group.”

This isn’t about him being rich as fuck and leading companies. This is about him lying to your face for months.

“I’m sorry for that, love,” he says. “It wasn’t my intention.”

He closes his eyes for a moment, clearly trying to find the right words to explain himself.

“For the first time in my life, someone didn’t recognize me,” he begins. “I thought you were pretending at first, but I slowly realized that you truly had no idea who I was. And call me selfish if you want, but it felt great.”

Right now, you blame yourself for being stupid and not knowing. How on earth didn’t you see anything for the past six months? Well, truth being told, you’re not the kind of person who spends hours on her phone. You’d rather watch a movie than scroll endlessly through social media.  

“So, I found myself wanting you to see me for who I truly was, and not the CEO of Jeon Pharmaceuticals. I didn’t want my status to define our interactions,” he continues to explain, and you feel your heart drop. “You’re the first and only person who ever really and truly saw Jeon Jungkook.”

This is devastating to hear. Even though his lie breaks your heart, knowing that people only looked at him for his status hurts. This man has a wonderful soul, and he honestly deserves all the love in the world.

“When were you expecting to tell me?” you ask. “When we were going to get married, and I couldn’t run away?”

The pain on his face shatters you more than you want to admit.

“No, I would have never done that,” he shakes his head. “I was planning on doing it before my brother’s birthday.”

Oh yeah, right, his brother’s birthday! It had completely disappeared from your mind, but if you’re not wrong, it’s next week.

“Still, it doesn’t change the fact that you never said it in six months…”

He closes his eyes, evidently upset by the conversation.

“Who knows what else you hide…” you whisper.

“Nothing else,” he instantly replies. “I swear.”

“How am I supposed to trust you?”

The words sound harsher than you intend them to be, but it reflects how you feel. No answer comes from his mouth, and it just hurts you even more.

“You knew I hate lies and secrets,” you continue.

“I know…”  

“It feels like you don’t…” You reply.

The way your ex hid from you that he was talking and seeing the girl he had a crush on devastated you. From the very beginning, you told the story and said to Jungkook how much you hated lies. And then, here you go—being lied to all over again.

A heavy silence settles between you, and you absolutely hate it. This one doesn’t feel safe like usual. Jungkook exhales slowly, running a hand through his hair.

“I never lied about who I am,” he says quietly. “I just didn’t tell you everything.”

You let out a short and humorless laugh.

“That’s still lying, Jungkook.”

He simply nods, not fighting back, and somehow it makes it worse.

“It was never about tricking you,” he says. “It was the only way I knew how to be normal.”

Your head tilts, “Normal?”

“Yes,” he says, his voice softer now. “You never expected anything from me as the entire world does, and you never looked at me differently the second you heard my name. Nobody ever looked at me like you did.” He pauses for a second. “With you, I could be myself.”

Your heart squeezes, and you hate that it does. What he says makes sense. You probably can’t understand him because you’re not the daughter of some wealthy man—you’re just a regular employee.

“But you still decided for me what I got to know and what I didn’t,” you reply. “If you had told me, even that night under the stars, I would have embraced it. Maybe it would have taken some time, but I still would.”

Gosh, you’re desperately trying to hold back the tears.

“Because I would have heard it from you.”

Jungkook could have done this completely differently, but he chose to hide it from you, which isn’t fair.

“And you let me trust you without giving me the full truth,” you add.

That might be the hardest part for you. You trust him. You really do, but right now, you don’t know if you still do.

“I know,” he says. “And I hate that I hurt you.”

At least, it’s a good start that he realized he hurt you. This definitely isn’t easy, and you never pictured yourself having this conversation with him. Of course, you knew there would be tense moments when arguments would appear, but you never imagined that one of them would be because he lied to you.

“You really did,” you whisper.

“I know,” he says for the millionth time. “I wasn’t trying to lie to you,” he continues. “I just didn’t want to lose what we had before it even had a chance to exist.”

You’re torn between your pain and the one he clearly has. Growing up under the spotlight and the expectation that you’d be as good as your dad in business probably wasn’t easy. And you don’t even want to think about how it feels to be recognized everywhere you go.

“Jungkook…” you whisper before taking a step in his direction. “Sooner or later, I would have found out.”

He closes his eyes, and now that you’re closer, you notice his shaky hands.

“I was going to tell you, I promise.”

He doesn’t attempt to close the distance between the two of you. Your throat tightens at the thought of what you’re going to say.

“I need space and time,” you confess.

Jungkook nods, and it just breaks your heart to see him like that. You still deeply love him, but you really need space to think properly. You don’t want to make any rushed decisions right now. It will only make it worse.

“Your pizza is on the kitchen counter, you can take it,” you tell him.

Despite it all, you don’t want him to starve.

“You can keep it,” he replies.

“No, I bought it for you, so please take it,” you basically beg.

“Okay,” he says, nodding.

His shoulder brushes yours as he walks toward the kitchen. Inevitably, you close your eyes. Your body and soul still crave him desperately, but for once, you need to listen to your brain. When he comes back, the pizza box rests in his hands. In absolute silence, he puts his shoes back before he looks back at you.

“I’m really sorry,” he says.

Another silence settles between you. There’s nothing more that needs to be added—you’ve already said everything.

“Goodbye, yn.”

He opens the door, looking back at you one last time.

“Goodbye, Jungkook.”

Seeing him leave hurts more than expected, because it almost feels like he’s leaving for good. Is it what you truly want?

After sending a “I need your help” text to Hyunri and Juhee, the three of you organized a little dinner together at Hyunri’s place. They were more inclined to do it in a restaurant, but you insisted on not doing so. They don’t know it yet, but you clearly don’t want anyone to hear you. God only knows who doesn’t know Jungkook…

So, right now, you’re casually drinking a glass of wine in Hyunri’s kitchen while you’re preparing dinner together.

“So…” Juhee starts speaking, her eyes shifting from the tomatoes she’s cutting to you. “What’s going on?”  

You bite your lower lip, trying to think how to express out loud the turmoil going on in your head.

“Do you know Jungkook’s job?” you then decide to ask.

She’s married to Jungkook’s best friend; she must know. She frowns, somehow confused by your question. Hyunri looks between the two of you.

“Who doesn’t…” she replies.

This all confirms everything. Now the real question is, why didn’t she say anything… She’s your best friend; she could have told you.

“Me,” you admit in a small voice.

“How didn’t you know?” Juhee asks. “The guy is literally everywhere.”

“I don’t know,” you reply.

Their expressions go from confused to kind of sad.

“Wait, so all this time, you were with him, totally ignoring who he was?” Juhee asks, and you nod.

“Girl, how??” Hyunri dramatically asks. “I truly thought you knew. Half the reasons I was encouraging you were because he’s huge and wealthy as fuck,” she explains. “The other half was because you had someone interested in you, finally, but that’s not the point here.”

A little silence stretches between the three of you, and you blame yourself even more for not noticing.

“I hadn’t recognized him at first, but when Juhee said his name, I immediately understood who he was,” she adds.

This makes you feel even more stupid. Everybody realized who he was, except for you.

“He’s like the most wanted man,” Juhee adds, then pauses for a second. “Somehow, he always managed to keep his private life very secret, which is why nobody ever knew about his ex-wife, and based on Yoongi’s words, it was one of the many causes of their arguments,” she focuses back on cutting the tomatoes. “The second he was seen with a famous woman, people were speculating they were together. She’d hate it and asked him a ton of times to kind of make their marriage official, but he always refused.”  

God, hearing her talk about him being known makes it even more real, as if it wasn’t already.

“He wanted to protect her,” she continues.

This really sounds like him, or at least the version of him you’ve gotten to know over the past six months.

“How did I not know?” you sigh in disbelief.

You’re still trying to understand how you didn’t.

“He never mentioned anything?” Hyunri asks.

You shake your head before saying, “That’s why I need your help. I found out two days ago when he showed up at my workplace for a meeting with my boss, and I was so angry and hurt.” You pause for a moment, your eyes moving between your friends. “It wasn’t because he’s a CEO or whatever, but because he never said it. He just hid it and kept entertaining this fantasy as if I wouldn’t find it out one day.”

Juhee sighs before resting a hand on your shoulder.

“Look, you have all the rights to be mad about it,” she begins. “But you should also consider his side. I might be biased because I know him, but I for sure know very well how he hates the attention he gets.”

You take a deep breath, remembering his words from two nights ago. Somehow, you wanted to hate him, but you can’t. For sure, lying to you wasn’t his best move, but he had very solid reasons.

“For a while, he was hiding behind his dad's shadow, but even like that, he’d still manage to get some attention. However, when his mom passed, his dad decided to retire fully. Jungkook took everything over, and since then, it’s been crazy. He’s not really used to it,” she continues saying. “So, I can only imagine how it must have felt when the woman you’re into doesn’t know you.”

Hearing this from someone other than him reassures you in some ways.

“He mentioned it felt great,” you tell her. “And that he wanted me to see him for who he truly was.”

“See,” Juhee says.

“It might be wrong what he did, but one thing is sure: he loves you,” Hyunri steps in. “The way he looks at you and how he is with you says a lot about what he feels for you.”

“It’s not about him loving me or not,” you reply. “It’s about him lying when he knew how my ex hurt me with all his lies. He knew it and still decided to do the same. Right now, I don’t trust him.”

Your words might sound harsh, but they reflect how you feel at this precise instant. They feel sorry for you; you can tell by the way they look at you.

“His reasons might be solid, but they still don’t excuse the fact that he chose to live in his delulu world and hide it from me.”

Juhee nods. “Give yourself maybe a couple of days to think about it, and then talk to him again. This caught you both by surprise. Maybe if you let things cool down a bit, the conversation will be more constructive, and you’d both understand each other’s perspective.”

Right now, you don’t know. Your thoughts are just rushing, making it hard for you to function. Everything that you do keeps reminding you of Jungkook. It’s just hard. 

“We have his brother’s birthday this weekend,” you inform them. “He had already told his family he’d come with me, but now, I don’t know what to do.”

Your hands run through your face as you feel completely lost. Honestly, you were so excited to meet his family, especially his brother, since he always talks about him so much. But now… You’re not even sure you want to be around him.

“You should go,” Hyunri tells you. “It will give him another chance to explain things to you. I truly believe you should talk and not let time settle between you and destroy the beautiful story you’ve built together so far.”

Jungkook is the reason you built something beautiful. He’s been more than patient with you, as you clearly struggled with being with someone all over again.

“I’ll see,” you reply honestly. “I’ll let you know in any case what I decide.”

You’re grateful to have them by your side, and you value their advice. The thing is, since Juhee knows Jungkook, you can’t help but feel like her advice will never be a hundred percent objective. She gets to see both sides, and it can be cool, but she can understand the two of you, which right now doesn’t feel helpful.

In any case, you’re going to think about it and see if you’ll go to Jungkook’s brother's party.  

With a beating heart, you push the bottom with Jungkook’s name on it. In the end, you decided to follow your friends’ advice and still go to his brother’s birthday. You haven’t told him anything about it, which may not have been the greatest idea. He might not be home anymore, but you’re still trying.

“Yn?” you hear his voice through the intercom.

“Hi Jungkook,” you tell him with nervousness.

He unlocks the door, letting you in, and a couple of seconds later, you’re standing in front of him. As usual, he looks so freaking good in his grey suit pants and white shirt. Could he just stop for a second to be this handsome? He’s only making it harder for you.  

His face can’t hide his surprise, and honestly, you’re even astonished by yourself. Any sane person would have stayed away from the person who hurt them, instead of running right to their place.  

“I wasn’t expecting to see you,” he says.

“We have your brother’s birthday,” you tell him.

As a matter of fact, you’ve tried to pull out an outfit that would seem fit to meet high-profile people. The dresses or skirts from your closet didn’t seem good enough, so you opted for black classy pants with a white top. The look is completed with a brown belt and a beige handbag.

“I thought that after what happened, you wouldn’t want to come,” he mumbles with his eyebrow furrowed.

Damn, he looks too cute for his own good, and you fight the urge to run your fingers over his adorable face. However, you can’t help but notice the prominent dark circles under his eyes, as if he hadn’t had any decent sleep in a while.

“I highly considered it,” you explain, “but you promised your family I’d be there, and I would feel bad not to come.”

Although your friends convinced you to come, not coming would have also made you feel terrible.

“I could have made up some random excuse,” he replies.

“It’s fine,” you shake your head.

Jungkook runs a shaky hand through his hair, his eyes never once leaving yours. Despite it all, you still love having his gaze on you as if he were completely mesmerized by you.

“You should have called or texted me,” he then says. “I could have picked you up.”

You thickly swallow. This is something you highly considered and even started typing, but you needed time to prepare yourself mentally to face him again. Coming on your own allowed you to just think properly.

“No,” you reply. “It’s better like this.”

Jungkook nods, “Let me just finish preparing, and we can leave.”

He steps aside, letting you step inside his place. Since you don’t want to take your shoes off, you remain at the entrance, waiting for him. For a second, he hesitates to speak, but quickly gives up and disappears into his large apartment.

Now that you’re aware of his status, his apartment doesn’t seem so big as it used to. The first time he brought you here, you wondered how much he was earning to afford paying for something this huge. Today, knowing who he is makes this look so small.

Seconds later, he reappears fully ready. Your heart skips a beat when you see him, and you definitely hate how things are right now. You constantly have to fight the urge to just hold him. However, you still need time.

Naturally, you step aside to let him put his shoes on before the two of you leave his place. On your way to the parking, none of you truly speaks, which feels extremely weird. It’s like you’re complete strangers when in fact this man holds your heart in the palm of his hands.

The same silence follows you through the car drive, the music filling the background as your eyes are locked on the city. Nonetheless, you can feel his eyes on you from time to time, but you ignore it with your entire being. You’d completely surrender if you even take a look at him.

When you reach the destination, you can’t help but notice that the event is taking place in a hotel. Somehow, you’re sad because you would have loved to see where Jungkook had grown up. But it is what it is.

Jungkook is nothing but a gentleman, opening the car door for you. Not once does he touch you, which saddens you a lot, but you’re thankful for it. It would make things a lot more complicated.

“We don’t have to hang out together,” he tells you as you both walk towards the entrance. “I can introduce you to my dad and brother, and you can do what you want.”

You simply nod, not sure what to say. Even though you walk side by side, there is still a certain distance between you. It’s barely noticeable, but it’s there. As soon as you step inside the reception room, all the faces turn to look at you. It’s like you have a huge target on your head. However, you know they aren’t looking at you.

They’re looking at him.

It’s so strange. You’re not sure you’d ever be able to get used to a world where he catches everybody’s attention with his presence only.

“Jungkook,” a man almost screams as he walks toward you.

Instantly, your gaze shifts to Jungkook, trying to read him. A bright smile stretches across his face, and when you look back at the man, you can’t help but notice their resemblance. Since he looks young, you’d say that’s his brother.

“Junyoung,” Jungkook says, taking a step toward the man’s direction.

They hug each other, and you can’t help but smile. It’s definitely an adorable moment. They whisper some words to each other, and you stand there, looking at them. For a moment, you look around, trying to see if you recognize anybody, but those are all strangers. The only thing they have in common is how gorgeous they look.  

When they separate, they turn to you. Jungkook’s eyes sparkle with joy, which melts your heart instantly.

“Junyoung, this is yn,” Jungkook introduces you to him. “And yn, this is my brother.”

“It’s finally a pleasure to meet the girl who stole my brother’s heart,” Junyoung says as he extends his hand.

You shake it with a smile on your face. “It’s a pleasure to meet you as well,” you say. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“Hopefully, only good things,” he replies.

“He never said anything bad about you.”

Somehow, you can’t picture Jungkook speaking poorly of someone. Even when he talked about his dad being absent, it wasn’t in a bad way. It was still gentle despite the fact that he had hurt him in the past.

“Good to know,” he says with a smile.

“And happy birthday,” you tell him before you completely forget why you’re here in the first place.

“Thanks.”

The three of you talk together for a moment, and as you speak, you take a glass of champagne. Surviving this night with Jungkook is definitely going to be tough. He doesn’t leave your side, but doesn’t touch you either. Speaking with him and his brother as if nothing ever happened isn’t easy too. It’s like everything is just fine between you, when it’s not the case.

Junyoung is a natural social butterfly—he speaks a lot. He has so many great stories about him and Jungkook, and the way he tells them only makes them funnier. Through it all, you imagine a younger version of Jungkook, which melts your heart over and over again.

As you keep talking and drinking, you find yourself leaning naturally against him, his body brushing against yours. His warmth feels comfortable, as usual.

Other people start joining you, and Jungkook introduces you as his girlfriend to all of them. Your heart squeezes every time he says girlfriend, which you still are, but somehow, it scares you that maybe you won’t be anymore. But you push that thought away. You’re here to celebrate his brother, not overthink your relationship status.

“Dad, this is yn,” Jungkook says when his father joins you.

“Hello yn,” the older man says with a big smile. “I’m Minju, and it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Hello, Mr. Jeon,” you reply. “It’s also an honor to meet Jungkook’s father.”

It’s more than an honor to meet one of the most influential and wealthiest men on earth. It’s the first time that you’re standing in front of someone that huge—if we don’t consider Jungkook. You’ve heard and read so many things about him, and it feels surreal to have him in front of you.

“Please don’t call me Mr. Jeon, it makes me feel old,” he says, and it makes you chuckle. “Minju is more than enough, especially if you’re my son’s girlfriend.”

Again, your heart squeezes. Right now, you just wish things were different between you and him, so this wasn’t hard to hear. As discreetly as possible, you finish your fourth—or maybe fifth—glass of champagne before putting it down on the table next to you.

“We’re somehow like family now,” he adds.

You simply nod, too scared to say something you’d regret. You’d hate yourself if you ever say or do something that’ll embarrass you and Jungkook. He has a reputation, and you wouldn’t want to ruin it just because he hurt you. That wouldn’t be fair.

The conversation keeps flowing naturally, and his dad is honestly very nice to you. He raises questions, tries to learn some things about you, and tells you some stories about Jungkook. Through the conversations with him and Junyoung, you get to discover a side of him you haven’t seen, which is totally normal, as you’ve only known him for six months.

At some point, you lay your head on his shoulder, and you feel him tense against you. For sure, he wasn’t expecting it, but right now, with all the alcohol you’ve had—you’ve stopped counting the glasses of champagne and wine you’ve drunk—, you don’t care. If you have to pretend that nothing happened between you, let’s do it correctly.

And for the first time, he rests his hand on your back. His touch sends electricity through your entire body, but you choose to ignore it. It’s better like that. A smile appears on his dad’s face when he notices the sweet, affectionate moment between you and his son.

“Are you okay?” Jungkook whispers to you.

“Yeah,” you nod. “Just need to rest my head a bit.”

“Do you want to go home?” he asks with concern.

“No, no,” you reply. “It’s fine.”

For a moment, he doesn’t say anything, and you both stay like that as people chat around you. You don’t hear anything they say, too caught up in Jungkook’s warmth. His strong cologne is the only thing you can smell right now, and his body is the only thing you want to feel—not in a sexual way. Being away from him this past few days makes you realize how much you missed him.

You close your eyes, enjoying this moment between you two.

When you open them again, Jungkook is pouring water into a glass, and then hands it to you. You look up at him, trying to read his face, but it’s in vain—he’s totally unreadable. The only thing that truly strikes you is how tired he looks.  

“Here, for you,” he whispers.

“Thanks,” you say as you take the glass.

Your body straightens before you eagerly drink the water. You didn’t even know you were this thirsty, but he did. Of course, he did! He always notices every little thing, which infuriates you a bit right now. You excuse yourself, disappearing into the bathroom to take a breather.

For a little while, you just remain seated on the toilet bowl. You rest your head in your hands, trying to gather yourself for a bit. It’s not easy, and the fact that you’ve been drinking a lot throughout the night isn’t helping at all.

“What have I done?” you mumble to yourself. “Why did I find someone like him?”

The fact that he’s sweet, prevenient, and a gentleman makes it extremely hard to be mad at him for his lie. Despite everything, he still remains the same. He’s still the Jungkook you fell in love with.

Your phone buzzes in your handbag, which instantly distracts you from whatever is going through your mind. When you take it out, your heart stops. It’s a message from Jungkook.

jungkook 🏍️: everything’s fine?

you: yeah

You put the phone back inside your bag and leave the bathroom. If you stay any longer, he’ll start worrying, and that’s not what you want. You’re not a sadist. When you reemerge in the venue, your eyes scan the room, looking for the man of your dreams. The second you spot him in the room, he’s already looking in your direction.

A little smile appears on your face, and he returns it.

Before you even have the time to realize it, he’s already walking towards you, and you decide to meet him halfway. Jungkook is clearly worried; you can tell from the way he looks at you. It breaks your heart to see him like this. It has never been your intention to worry him.

“Yn,” he says once you’re standing face to face. “Are you really sure you’re okay?”

You’re not sure if the alcohol in your blood inhibits all your senses, but you find yourself putting your hands on his sweet face.

“I think I drank a bit too much,” you confess. “But don’t worry, it’s okay.”  

“I noticed it, but you don’t look okay,” he tells you.

“Well…” you begin, but you’re not sure whether to keep going. “Alcohol and hurt aren’t a good combination.”

The softness in his gaze almost makes it hard to look at him. His hands fall over yours, his thumbs stroking your skin.

“I told you that you didn’t need to come,” he whispers.

“I didn’t want to disappoint your family while I still figure things out,” you admit.

“You wouldn’t have disappointed anybody, yn,” he tells you with a tenderness that clutches your heart. “If anything, it was understandable if you wouldn’t come.”

For a moment, you close your eyes, enjoying this proximity after everything that happened. From an outside perspective, this moment looks like a cute one between you, and it kind of is. However, it fully isn’t.

“But they don’t know,” you whisper as you open your eyes.

“They don’t need to,” he replies instantly. “This is between you and me, and if you hadn’t come, it was my problem, not theirs.”

Damn, you hate the way he looks at you, and you’re the only one to blame.

“Let me drive you home,” he adds.

This time, you nod. Maybe it’s best if you go home and sleep. His strong hands take yours away from his face before his right hand holds yours. His fingers don’t intertwine, which saddens you a bit, so you decide to do it. Jungkook guides you through the people to join his brother and dad.

“We’re going home,” he informs them. “She isn’t feeling well.”   

They wave you goodbye, telling you they hope you’ll get better soon. They also mention how glad they were to meet you and hope to see you again. It pains you not to be able to answer them, but you can’t say you’ll see them again when you’re not even sure what to do with Jungkook. 

The ride to your place begins in pure silence, none of you knowing what to say. It feels peaceful at first, but you quickly realize that you don’t want to go to your place. You actually don’t even want to sleep alone tonight. It’s a bit fucked up, but honestly, you’re not really able to think properly.

“Can I sleep with you tonight?” you say, breaking the silence.

His hands grip the steering wheel tightly before his eyes quickly glance at you.

“It’s not a good idea, yn,” he replies.

“Why?” you pout.

“You perfectly know why,” he says. “I hurt you.”

You sigh, knowing damn well that it’s a lost cause. He’s not going to say yes, not even in your wildest dreams. And his answer hits you like a punch in your stomach. Jungkook pulls the car to the side a bit further and looks at you.

“Believe me, I’d love to sleep with you,” he finally says. “But you’re drunk and hurt.”

You cross your arms against your chest, listening carefully to what he says.

“It doesn’t feel right if we do it when you’re like that.”

He’s right, you shouldn’t be doing this, but you don’t care, honestly. All you want is him.

“I know it…” You’re really trying to remain strong. “But right now, all I want is to feel you next to me,” you reply with a shaky voice.

Jungkook closes his eyes, his fingers running through his perfect hair.

“You’ll regret it tomorrow,” he says, his eyes opening.

“We don’t know…” You reply.

“Love…” he whispers, and the way he says your nickname sends shivers down your spine. “Don’t make this any harder than it already is.”

“I just want you tonight, Jungkook,” you mumble with a sadness that could break anybody’s heart.

The fact that he’s honestly thinking about your well-being and how you might feel tomorrow melts your heart, and it might even make you love him even more. Damn, you already love him so much.

“And we can talk even tomorrow about everything,” you add.

“Really?” he asks with surprise.

You nod, “I’m not saying it because I’m drunk and desperate to be with you,” you begin explaining. “I really want to speak with you because we really need to. I can’t just decide after a conversation we had in the heat of the moment.”

For a moment, a silence stretches between you two, and his gaze remains on your face as if he’s trying to check if you’re lying. You’re not. You really thought about what Hyunri and Juhee told you; you really need to speak with him again, and let him explain things better.

“You’re sure?” he breaks the silence.

“I am,” you reply.

“I don’t want you to regret it,” he adds.

“I won’t,” you say with certainty.  

Jungkook nods and starts the car again, driving you to his place after you told him you don’t want to go to your place. He didn’t even argue with you, simply agreeing. Your gaze remains locked to the city passing before your eyes.  

Once you reach his place, he remains behind you as you walk to his bedroom. This distance will eventually break you, but you can understand that he doesn’t want to push you, that he’s giving you the space you need—the space you clearly asked for.

“I still have the pajama you left,” he tells you. “It’s in the dressing room.”

Your gaze shifts to the door in his bedroom leading to his dressing room. It isn’t a huge place, but it’s honestly already unique to have one. However, the thought of him being wealthy as hell comes back, reminding you that this might be totally normal for him.

“I’ll leave you alone and sleep on the couch,” he adds.

“No,” you reply.

His eyebrows furrow as he looks taken aback by your answer.

“I asked to sleep with you, not with a ghost,” you continue.

Surprisingly, he doesn’t even fight, simply nodding. After that, you both change clothes and get into bed together. As expected, he tries as much as possible to distance himself from you, but you don’t push it. You’ve already asked too much from him tonight.

The next day, when you open your eyes, you instantly notice the emptiness next to you. Jungkook isn’t there anymore. For a moment, you remain in bed, giving yourself time to adjust to the brightness of the sun crossing through the window.

After a while, you stand up, your feet guiding you first to the bathroom. All the alcohol has been filtered by your body and needs to be evacuated. When you clean your hands and face, you take a quick glance at yourself. You look like a complete mess.

The smell of coffee and toasts guides you to the kitchen, and you find Jungkook—fully clothed, obviously—preparing breakfast. For a moment, you stand there, looking at his back. It’s hard to be angry when he’s nothing but thoughtful with you.

“Good morning,” you say, finally letting him know you’re here.

He turns, a small smile tucking on his lips when he sees you.

“Good morning,” he says. “I’ve prepared breakfast.”

As he says it, he places a plate with toasts and a mug on the table.

“This is for you.”  

“Thanks,” you reply, walking towards it.

Seconds later, he sits in front of you with the same breakfast. Through it all, you eat in silence, avoiding as much as possible looking at him. It’s not that you don’t want to, but it’s easier, especially since you know you’ll have a tough conversation. 

“You still want to talk?” he asks once he finishes his breakfast.

“Yes,” you nod before taking the last bite of the toast.

Jungkook takes a deep breath, clearly as frightened as you to go through this again.

“I want to fully understand why you did it, knowing perfectly well how much I hate lies,” you continue.

His eyes close for a second, his hands shaking slightly as you patiently wait for his answer. Even though he already explained why he did it, you need the full picture.

“As you know now, I’m Jeon Minju’s son and Jeon Sungki’s grandson,” he begins. “My grandpa created Jeon Pharmaceuticals, and my dad brought it to his now-recognized fame. I was born into a powerful family, and everybody knew my name and legacy as soon as I was born. Expectations were always high. My dad and grandpa wanted me to take over the company, and from a very young age, they included me in anything related to the company.”

The story behind the company is quite well-known today. His grandpa created something that his dad turned into something bigger.

“Honestly, continuing what they started always interested me, so I never minded at all. On my end, I created the Jeon Group while my dad was leading Jeon Pharmaceuticals. It was my dream to build something from scratch, as my grandpa did.”

Wow, you never knew that he was the one who created the group. After spending hours reading articles over articles, it made you think Jungkook simply took over what his dad and grandpa did. You never once considered that he might have created it, especially considering how the group is one of the biggest to this day. And somehow, your chest swells with a certain pride.

“My first purpose was to provide the funds and help other pharmaceutical companies to continue my family’s legacy, but very quickly, I found myself wanting to help some small startups,” he continues. “As you can imagine, being a Jeon and creating the group brought a certain fame I never asked for.”

Well, you perfectly know it now. After finding it out a week ago, you started googling his name and reading things about him. It’s crazy what has been said about him. It’s like they were talking about a man you’ve never known but who carries the same face and name as your boyfriend.

“When I was young, my grandpa protected me a lot, but as soon as Jeon Group began existing, things changed. People were starting to recognize me, companies would reach out to me out of the blue to help them, and women started to look at me differently.”

From what you’ve read, he’s like very wanted by women. They’d even kill to have a simple conversation with him.

“When I met my ex-wife, she already knew who I was, and if I’m totally honest, she chased me. Eventually, I fell in love and even married her. Now that I look back, I see that maybe she wasn’t into me. She was into the prestige of my name,” he says.

Through it all, Jungkook never looks away from you, and you don’t either. It’s like you both need to read each other’s expressions.   

“When my mom died, my dad stepped completely back from the company, and I took it over, as he and my grandpa wanted. It wasn’t easy to become its CEO while I was grieving my mom, but it was what I always wanted, so I did my best.”

And you don’t even doubt that he did great.

“After that, things became crazier. My face was everywhere, people were chasing me, and every single person I’d meet would know me. Before they even got to see me for who I truly was, they already had an image of me, so I always felt like I needed to meet their expectations. I was never myself, except with my friends and family,” he continues to explain, and this honestly breaks your heart. “What became harder to deal with was all the rumors. Whenever I was seen with someone a tiny bit famous, headlines about a potential relationship were out the next day. My ex-wife hated it and wanted me to reveal our marriage, which I refused.”

“To protect her,” you add, to which he nods.

“All the unwanted attention and my failing marriage were becoming too much. Things eventually fell apart with my ex-wife, and I was really convinced that I would never find someone who’d see the real me, not the version the media created.”

Imagining how he must have felt is heart-crushing. Hearing all of this makes you see the whole lie completely differently, and maybe, you can understand why he did it.

“I tried to date here and there, but I’d regret it almost instantly. I ended up giving up on it until I met you,” a little smile appears on his face as he says the last sentence. “Yoongi had already mentioned your name a couple of times because you’re Juhee’s best friend. He always spoke highly of you and felt sorry you were alone.”

Juhee and Yoongi always said they found you beautiful and wanted to help you find someone, which they struggled with. In the end, they unintentionally succeeded.

“He would even ask us if we knew someone to introduce them to you,” he adds. “But when I saw you at his birthday, I remember thinking how lucky I was to have the prettiest girl in front of me. I couldn’t keep my eyes away from you.”

Since the very beginning, Jungkook never hid from you how beautiful he found you, and it always made you feel special when he said it.

“And when you told me your name, I quickly realized why he so desperately wanted to find someone for you,” he pauses again, but his eyes never look away from you. “Honestly, I thought you had recognized me, but pretended you hadn’t. The feeling was exhilarating—it was new and addictive. After like two days, it was clear as day that you didn’t know.”

For the past week, you’ve wondered what it would have been like if you knew him. Would you even be together today? Would you be hurt now? Those questions will forever remain unanswered, and maybe it’s best like that.

“I knew it was wrong to hide it, especially after you talked about all the bullshit your ex did to you. But I found myself enjoying way too much what we have. You had no expectations of me, except for treating you better than the idiot who broke your heart,” his voice becomes even softer now. “You’re the only person who saw me for who I am. You’re the only person who knows who Jeon Jungkook truly is.”

Honestly, knowing that feels unique, like nobody else has had the opportunity to meet the man you fell in love with.

“I was scared that my status would change the way you perceived me, and I didn’t want to change what was blooming between us. Eventually, I realized I couldn’t do it forever. I knew I had to tell you, but I never found the courage to,” he explains. “Then, my brother’s birthday party was around the corner, and I needed to tell you.”  

At this precise instant, you just feel sorry for him. It doesn’t sound like he had it easy because of his name.

“I didn’t know you were working at NovaTech,” he continues. “If I had known, I wouldn’t have even reached out to the CEO to buy it.”

“We never truly talked about work,” you tell him. “I can’t blame you for that.”

Work wasn’t really a topic of conversation between you. All he knew was that you had changed jobs less than a year ago, and that you weren’t Juhee’s coworker anymore. Otherwise, he would have known where you’d be working.

“I know…” he runs a hand through his hair. “I’m just truly sorry for how everything went wrong and for hurting you. It wasn’t my intention. It never was. I was just so caught up with your love, and it’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

Surprisingly, you place your hand on top of his.

“Look, I understand you—I truly do,” you begin saying. “But it’s not easy to find out through a coworker that your boyfriend is literally one of the most powerful and wealthiest men on earth, especially when you had six months to say it.”

Jungkook turns his hand so he can hold yours.

“I literally got mad at you for throwing money out of the window, and you could have just said it there,” you continue. “But what hurts the most is that I don’t know if I can trust you.”

He swallows thickly, your eyes following the movement of his Adam’s apple. Honestly, without sounding too kinky, you always find that part of a man’s anatomy very sexy. And it’s better not to ask why.

“You intentionally hid that for six months, so who knows what else you’re not saying… Maybe I’ll find out in six months that you have a secret child, or that you’re still married, or who knows what,” you say with clear frustration in your voice.

“I promised that outside that, I’m not hiding something else,” he adds. “We still have a lot to learn from each other, but there’s no other huge secret I’m keeping from you.”

Right now, you wish you could believe him, and a part of you does, but the other doesn’t. Jungkook had picked up the pieces your ex broke, and he ended up doing the same. The circumstances are completely different, and Jungkook clearly isn’t flirting with another woman under your nose. But his lie implicates way more.

“I know Juhee tells you things,” he continues. “You know I’m fully divorced, and no secret child is hidden under the rug.”

For sure, if there was a child or if he was still married, you’d have known it by now, and most importantly, she wouldn’t have probably encouraged you to keep seeing Jungkook. Those are very important things to her.

“I blame myself for not knowing it,” you confess, your head looking down to hold back the tears. “You’re so huge and super known, and I don’t know how I didn’t see it while everything was under my nose.”

His hand squeezes yours, trying to comfort you in some way.

“Hey,” he says as his other hand lifts your chin up. “This is not your fault, and there’s nothing to blame yourself for. I’m the only one you should blame.”

“It’s easy for you to say when you’re not the one finding out about this,” you reply, a tear running down your cheek.

“Love…” he whispers. “I don’t want you to blame yourself for something I did.”

His thumb strokes your chin in a comforting way, sadness written all over his face.

“I hadn’t been with someone in years, and I don’t know how to deal with this,” you admit, as more tears stream down your face. “I’d like it to be easy to hate you or something like that, but all I constantly want is you, even though you hurt me.”

“I’m so sorry, love,” he says. “Believe me, I hate myself enough for putting you in this position. My sole intention was to always make you feel loved, nothing else.”  

And you believe him—you really do. Jungkook stands up before pushing you into his arms, and you just cry. You wrap your arms around his waist, soaking his shirt as you let yourself evacuate what has been in your heart for days. It hurts—way more than you even thought possible.

For a moment, you stay like this, pouring your heart out as he holds you close. Jungkook doesn’t move or speak, and you’re grateful he doesn’t. It’s better like this. You’ve both spoken, and now, you have to figure out what you want. Do you let him in and trust him again? Or do you shut him out?

After the emotionally intense conversation with Jungkook, your views on the situation have changed. Yesterday morning, before going to work, you sent him a little ‘good morning’ message, to which he replied almost instantly. Some other little messages were sent as well, most of them being him making sure you were fine.

This morning, he was the one who sent you the ‘good morning’ message, and you’re not going to lie, it warmed your heart. For sure, you don’t know where this is going, but still talking a bit with him makes you feel good.

In a couple of minutes, you have a meeting with your team, and you booked a meeting room some days ago as required by procedure. As usual, you head there a few minutes early to settle everything and be ready by the time your coworkers arrive. On your way, you pass in front of your big boss’s office, and he’s speaking quite loudly.

“Jeon wants to withdraw his offer,” he basically screams.

Your entire body freezes. You remember Jungkook mentioning he would’ve never tried to buy NovaTech if he knew you were working here, but you never thought he’d step out.

Before anyone notices you, you basically rush to the meeting room, close the door behind you, and sit down in a chair. You pull your phone out of your pocket, heading directly to your conversation with Jungkook. Without thinking, your fingers press on the phone icon, calling him.

“Hi, Jungkook,” you say when he picks up.

“Hi, yn,” he replies. “Everything’s okay?”

His concern warms your heart.

“Yeah, yeah,” you reply. “Are you abandoning NovaTech’s purchase?”

For a moment, he doesn’t say anything, but you can hear him moving around on the other side of the phone. Whenever he does that, he usually runs a hand through his hair. By now, you’ve learned to recognize the habit. He’s nervous, you can tell it.

“Yes,” he finally breaks the silence.

“Why?”

Your heart starts beating faster as you wait for his answer, even though you already know what it’s going to be. 

“Because of you,” he replies instantly without any hesitation.

You take a very deep breath, thoughts racing through your mind. Despite how flattering it might sound, you wish you hadn’t heard it.

“Professional decisions shouldn’t be made based on your private life,” you tell him.

The pace of his feet seems to increase, and you find yourself biting the nail of your thumb.

“In this case, it has to,” he ends up replying. “I never liked to mix my professional life with my personal one.”

As you work on the finance side of NovaTech, you know certain things, like you and Jungkook would never meet or have any subordinate link. Normally, Jeon Group will only acquire the company and make decisions at a very high level. Your big boss should remain—unless Jungkook decides otherwise—and he’ll be the one leading the company.

“But we’re both aware it won’t be the case,” you say. 

“Yn…” he mumbles. “You’d work in a company part of the Jeon Group. I consider that mixing both lives.”

Somehow, he’s not wrong, but he can’t decide what to do based on where you work. If he made an offer, it’s because he was interested in the company. He can’t just step out because of you.

“Do you really want to buy?” you ask.

“It’s not the point,” he replies.  

“Listen to me,” you tell him. “I really don’t want you to give up on something because of me. If you really like the company and want to buy it, just do it—don’t hold back because of me.”

On the other side, Jungkook sighs, and you know that this is all uncharted territory for him.

“It’s not that easy,” he begins to explain. “As the new shareholder, I’ll be very involved in everything related to the company, especially at the beginning. Every decision will ultimately be accepted or rejected by me. Whatever I decide will inevitably impact you, so I won’t ever be impartial, because I’ll always think first about how it will affect you.”

Well, you’ve never seen things like that, but he’s the head of the Jeon Group, so he knows better than you how things work. Still, you feel bad that he steps back from his initial desire.

“I would have never made an offer if I knew you worked there,” he adds.

“I’m sorry,” you mumble.

“Don’t be, it’s fine,” he replies. “I won’t die because NovaTech isn’t part of my group.” Jungkook pauses for a second. “I’d rather lose a deal than lose you.”

A smile finds its way to your face at his words. Right now, you wish you could be with him; you’d simply hug him as tight as possible. For a moment, you remain silent, too scared to say something you’d regret.  

“I need to get back to work,” he says, breaking the little silence. “But I’m here if you need anything.”

Surprisingly, you find yourself saying, “I miss the bike rides. Do you think we could do one soon?”

His reply is instant, “Let me know when, and I’ll take you on a ride.”

Your heart clenches. Despite it all, he’s still there, not forcing and simply letting you set the pace. The way he speaks and acts clearly indicates that he doesn’t want to lose you, but he still lets you choose the outcome. He fully acknowledges that he did wrong, but shows you that he loves you.

“Thanks,” you reply.

“Have a nice day, love.”

The call ends there with your heart full of hope. Deep down, you know you can trust him, but you need some time.

Over the following week, your relationship with Jungkook improved, even though you still struggle with the trusting part. There hasn’t been a day without him texting you. And a couple of days ago, he sent flowers to your place after a hard and intense day at work.

The NovaTech deal was completely given up on, which deeply frustrated your boss, and let’s just say that he hasn’t been the happiest lately. You can bring yourself not to feel guilty, because without you working there, Jungkook would have continued with the deal. So, work hasn’t been particularly easy.

For obvious reasons, you haven’t talked again with Jungkook about this, and whenever work is too intense, you avoid explaining it in too much detail. You don’t really know how he’ll react, and you also don’t want to worry him or make him feel guilty.   

Tonight, Juhee invited you over for a little dinner. Some other friends were invited as well, but she didn’t mention Jungkook, which made you believe that he wasn’t invited. Deep down, you wish he were because being apart from him for the past week hasn’t been easy, and it’s also a very new concept for you, after the past six months spent with him always around you.  

Somehow, you’re convinced that she didn’t invite him because of what happened. She doesn’t know yet how things are going between you and him. You’d rather just take your time and truly consider by yourself what you want. What you don’t need now is to have everybody’s opinion.

“Hi, girl,” she says with open arms when she sees you.

Naturally, you lean into her embrace, holding her as tight as possible. It’s good to be with her.

“Hi, Ju,” you reply in the crook of her neck.

When you step inside, Bora, Juhee’s daughter, is sitting on the living room floor, looking straight at you with a bright smile. That little girl is honestly the cutest. Juhee and Yoongi created the perfect little girl.

“Look who’s here,” you say, heading straight to Bora.

Strange noises that sound like giggles escape her little mouth while she claps her hands excitedly. You kneel on the floor to be at her level.

“Hi, little Booboo,” your fingers poke her round cheeks.

Bora just moves with a contagious happiness while babbling nonsense, which only makes her even more adorable.   

“You’re so so cute tonight with your little blue dress,” you tell her, even though she might not understand a damn thing.

Bora is the perfect mix of her parents. For example, the way she’s smiling now is very similar to Yoongi’s smile, but the way her eyes sparkle with happiness reminds you of her mother. Whatever she might do will always remind you of Juhee or Yoongi.

You press a gentle kiss on top of her head before gently arranging her messy hair. By the looks of it, she probably already ran her dirty hands a million times on her head, putting whatever she found in her hair. Juhee might have already had several heart attacks, especially if she tried to arrange it. She already expressed a ton of times how frustrating it can be.

When you look up, your heart drops instantly as your gaze meets the man you love. Jungkook.

For a moment, you’re not able to look away, too caught up by his intense gaze. Saying you didn’t miss him would be a complete lie. Although you spoke every day through messages, seeing him in person is a whole other thing. A sincere and genuine smile spreads across his face, and you can’t help but do the same.

In the end, it seemed like you had it all wrong. Juhee still invited him, which you feel honestly grateful for, because this is the perfect excuse to see him again. You’ve been dying to propose it to him, but you never felt quite ready for it. Now, he’s here.

“Hi, yn,” he says with the softest voice you’ve heard coming from him.

“Hi, Jungkook,” you take a step in his direction as you speak.

Even though you’re happy to see him, you don’t really know what to do. Should you kiss him on the cheek or on the lips? Or maybe you should just hug him? Why are you being so awkward all over again?

Jungkook doesn’t really let you dwell on whatever is going through your mind as he wraps his strong arms around you, pushing you into a tender embrace. The rhythm of his heart instantly echoes against your ear, the warmth of his body completely wraps you, and the scent of his cologne tickles your nose. You missed this. More than you anticipated.

“I missed you,” he whispers before placing a kiss on top of your head.

Inevitably, your arms swathe his upper body, and your eyes flutter shut. Behind you, Juhee is tenderly looking at the two of you with Bora in her arms. For sure, you’ll have to thank her for this moment, together with bringing Jungkook to your life and guiding you through everything.

Your insecurities have reached the roof since the moment this man stepped inside your life and heart. Even if you love him and want him near you, it’s not always easy. Sometimes, it just feels overwhelming, a feeling that freezes your body entirely. This is by no means his fault—it’s yours, and you think it explains why you struggle so much with his lie.

“I miss you too,” you mumble.

The two of you break apart to gaze at each other all over again. The first thing you notice is his new haircut, which looks good on him. He didn’t do anything spectacular, but his hair is a bit shorter than before. It looks as short as it used to when you met.

“Did you cut your hair?” you instantly ask.

“Yep,” he nods.

“It suits you well,” you tell him.

The doorbell cuts your conversation short. Both of you look at the door before Hyunri shows up with the brightest smile on her face. Her fiancé, Beomseok, is right behind her with a bottle of wine in his hand. There’s no doubt you’ll drink a couple of glasses—hopefully, not too many. Let’s try to remain sober throughout the entire night.

“Giiiirl,” Hyunri screams after she greeted Juhee and Bora.

As she walks towards you, you notice the way she wriggles her eyebrows with the silliest smile on her face. There’s no doubt that she’s doing it because she sees you next to Jungkook. The roll of your eyes says it all, which only makes her giggle.  

She takes you in her arms and presses a kiss on your cheek. “Seems like your man is here too,” she teasingly whispers in your ear.

“Hyunri,” you warn her.

Your best friend doesn’t give a shit about your warning, but it’s nothing new. However, she makes you feel absolutely embarrassed when she suddenly screams that it’s a couple’s night. Beomseok, her fiancé, has never met Jungkook and has probably heard of all your problems with him.

Yoongi, behind you, laughs, and his wife tries to hold it back. Hyunri really knows how to turn a moment into an awkward one. You briefly glance at Jungkook, who smiles while shaking his head. The sight squeezes your heart as you’ve never seen somebody looking this effortlessly ethereal.

“You must be Jungkook, yn’s boyfriend,” Beomseok extends his hand to him.

With a heart pounding extremely fast, you watch the two men interacting. Will Jungkook correct him? Or will he just pretend he didn’t hear it? This weird situation between you and him leaves you constantly worrying about what you are to each other. Can you still call him your boyfriend?

“Yes, that’s right,” Jungkook takes his hand to shake it. “And I guess you’re Beomseok.”

Hyunri’s fiancé nods with a bright smile on his face. Yoongi joins them before the three men start ranting about whatever is going on in their lives. Your two best friends get closer to you, and the three of you watch them.

“Never thought I’d see them interact,” Hyunri breaks the little silence there was between you.

“Me neither,” Juhee adds. “To be honest, I never imagined Jungkook ever be with us. Like, he pertains to Yoongi’s group of friends, and I didn’t think he’d join our group of friends one day.”

Sincerely, you agree with her, but more in the sense that it is weird to see him with Juhee, Yoongi, Hyunri, and Beomseok. All these years, it’s always been the four of them with you, and nobody else. But tonight, there’s an extra guest. A guest who for sure already knows Yoongi and Juhee, but one who owns your heart.

“What is he doing here, then?” you ask with curiosity. “You all know what’s going on between us…”

“Yoongi,” Juhee simply replies. “He has many more updates on you and Jungkook than I have.” Her words kind of break your heart. “But don’t worry, no one’s blaming you here,” she corrects herself when she notices your sad expression. “It’s just that Jungkook has been telling Yoongi how happy he is that, despite it all, you still talk to him.”

“You’re still talking to Jungkook?” Hyunri asks.

Leaving Hyunri in the dark, especially since Juhee has been informed of everything, feels wrong, so you tell her everything. After Junyoung’s birthday party, you didn’t dwell too much on the details of how it went, because you needed your time to think and absorb everything he said to you. They both listen to you carefully.

“So, in the end, it’s a good thing he’s here tonight,” Hyunri concludes.

“I don’t know…” you mumble while pushing your hair back. “We won’t really be speaking about any of this.”

“Maybe that’s what you need,” she replies. “Maybe all you need is to interact together without particularly speaking about whatever is going on.”

“We all know he’s never going to push it unless you bring the topic up,” Juhee adds. “So, just don’t think about it for now and enjoy the night.”

She’s not wrong. Tonight shouldn’t be about trying to go through what you feel, but more about having fun. There’s no need to speak first about it before enjoying some time together. Maybe this will allow you to put things aside for a night.

After that, Juhee invites you all to sit down, and not so surprisingly, you end up next to Jungkook. Feeling his presence all over again is honestly soothing. Neither of you creates a certain distance. Actually, his knee touches you while his arm brushes yours. Not once do you look at him as if it’ll kill you.

Juhee and Yoongi bring the dinner they prepared for you, as the conversation flows naturally. Bora is sitting at the extremity of the table in her high chair. She’s excitedly eating her carrot maize puffs, and she just looks adorable with her orange mouth.

As you joyfully eat and discuss with everybody, your left arm unintentionally brushes his, and his right thigh never stops pressing against yours. If you’re being honest, you absolutely love this proximity.

“Want some more?” Jungkook suddenly asks you with the bottle of wine in his hand.

For the first time since the beginning of the dinner, your gaze meets his. Your heart instantly misses a beat at the intensity of his glare. This brings you back to the moment you first met him, to when he wouldn’t look away from you while you were still strangers.

“Yes, please,” you nod.

Without waiting another second, he pours a bit of wine into your glass, and your eyes follow his every movement as if he’d disappear if you look away. When his gaze shifts to you once more, a little smile brightens his face. Jungkook leans slightly closer.  

“You look stunning tonight,” he whispers near your ear.

His deep voice sends shivers down your spine, and your body temperature instantly increases. Damn, hearing him complimenting you definitely does things to you. You fight back the urge to look at him, too scared you might betray yourself if you do so.

“Thanks,” you reply. “You don’t look bad either.”

A deep chuckle rumbles from his chest. If he keeps doing things like that, he’ll have you weak on your knees before the end of the night. It’s honestly not fair the effect he has on you. Jungkook turns his attention back to the table, one of his arms resting behind you. He’s close enough for you to feel his warmth through your long-sleeve top.

You bring your glass to your lips, hoping the wine will somehow calm the sudden warmth spreading through your body.

“Your hands are shaking,” he suddenly murmurs near your ear.

Your eyes shift to your hands that are definitely shaking, but you’re definitely not admitting it. “They’re not.”

A quiet chuckle leaves him, low enough that only you can hear it. However, you can feel your friends’ eyes on you. They’re definitely checking whatever is going on between you and Jungkook.

“Right,” he whispers.

You finally dare to glance at him, only to find him already looking at you. His expression remains perfectly calm, almost innocent, but there’s something in his eyes that completely betrays him. And the worst part? He knows exactly what he’s doing to you.

His fingers briefly brush against yours when he reaches for the bottle of water right in front of you. The contact lasts less than a second, yet your entire body reacts to it, and Jungkook notices, as he always notices everything when it comes to you.   

But instead of teasing you about it, he simply pours water into his glass before leaning back in his chair, his glass in hand, as if he hadn’t just completely ruined your ability to focus on anything else.

The rest of the night just passes by at the speed of light as you’re too caught up in the conversations. Jungkook doesn’t really tease you anymore, but his arm remains behind you, his fingers brushing your shoulder from time to time. Not once do you push him away, loving this proximity between you way too much.

When Hyunri and Beomseok leave, it feels like it’s your time to leave as well. Since you came by bus, you already know it’s way too late to catch one now, and also, you wouldn’t have risked taking one at this time. So, the taxi seems to be the last available option.

“How did you come?” Jungkook suddenly asks you, your eyes shifting up to him.

“Bus,” you reply.

“Do you want me to drop you off?” he offers.

For a second, your glance moves to your best friend sitting right across from you. With a simple nod, she encourages you to accept Jungkook’s offer, and a small smile appears on your face. She’s right, you should go with him. The night has been great so far, and maybe you should enjoy it until the end, meaning letting him take you home.

“You took your bike?” you ask when your gaze moves to him.

“No,” he shakes his head.

Perfect! You don’t have your helmet with you, so it would have been complicated—and, yes, you still have the helmet at home. It’s too hard to give it back to him for now.

“Okay,” you then say. “If you don’t mind, then I’ll accept the ride home.”

His eyes quickly scan your face, a bright and genuine smile stretching across his lips. “I would never mind dropping you off wherever you want.”

And you know it’s true—he’s been doing it for the past six months. There hasn’t been a time he said no, and you’d sometimes feel guilty because you knew he was busy, but he’d just drop everything off for you.

After waving goodbye to Juhee and Yoongi and leaving their place, you find yourself walking beside Jungkook through the quiet street. The night air feels fresh against your skin after the warmth from your friends’ place, but somehow, being next to Jungkook still makes your body feel overheated.

The walk is silent, none of you trying to break it at any moment. It isn’t uncomfortable, it’s quite the opposite. It settles naturally between you, while the sound of your footsteps echoes lightly on the pavement. Every now and then, your shoulder almost brushes his arm, and each near contact makes your heartbeat react embarrassingly fast.

Once you reach his fancy car, he steps ahead of you before unlocking the passenger door and opening it for you. You thank him before sliding inside the car and sitting down on the leather seat.

The familiar scent lingering inside the car wraps around you almost immediately. Maybe it’s ridiculous, but his scent has already become comforting to you. Every time it surrounds you, your body relaxes, as if it instinctively recognizes him as somewhere safe to rest.

Your fingers smooth over the fabric of your pants while you take in the inside of his car. It feels like it was an eternity ago when you last saw it, but it wasn’t that long ago.

A few seconds later, the driver’s door opens, pulling you out of your thoughts. Jungkook slides into the seat beside you with effortless ease, one hand briefly adjusting the sleeve of his jacket before settling comfortably behind the wheel.

Your eyes drift toward him. The soft lights from outside illuminate the sharp lines of his face just enough to make him look unreal. Jungkook slowly turns his head toward you, his eyes meeting yours instantly. A small smile appears on his lips, and it makes warmth spread through your entire chest.

Jungkook starts the car while resting his hand on the steering wheel. At first, the silence remains between you two.

“How have you been doing?” he cuts the silence short.

The question startles you, leaving you speechless for a split second. There are so many possible answers to that question, and a good part of them could hurt him, which you absolutely don’t want to.

“Well…” you begin, hesitating. “I’ve known better days.” At least, you’re being honest without sounding like a mean girl. “Work has been very intense,” you continue. “My—” you stop before you even continue. If you keep going, you’ll end up telling him everything about how bitchy your boss has been since Jungkook stepped out of the deal. “Never mind.”

Jungkook quickly looks at you, raising one of his eyebrows in confusion.

“Tell me,” he sharply says with a deep voice.

“No, it’s fine…”

Suddenly, the sight of the city before your eyes seems more interesting, and you bite your lower lip. You fucked up, and knowing Jungkook, he’s never going to let go until you tell him what’s going on, especially when it comes to work.

“Yn…” he whispers. “You can tell me everything, you know?” he then asks with a softer voice.

“I just—” you stop for a moment, trying to think of the best words to use. “This is related to you, and I just don’t want to hurt you or something like that…” you mumble, your gaze moving from the city to Jungkook.

You can’t help but notice the way his grip tightens around the steering wheel. Fuck, you already feel guilty… You should have controlled yourself a tiny bit more and avoided mentioning work. It would have been best like that.

“You won’t,” he softly says.

“You don’t know…” you reply.

His glance briefly shifts to you before he focuses back on the road. For a tiny second, you admire the man driving you home as if it’s the first time you're truly seeing him. And yet, you’ve already seen so much of him.    

“The only thing that could hurt me is you being hurt,” he flatly confesses.

Jungkook has this habit of just throwing things like that as if it’s absolutely normal. It’s like those words don’t carry a weight that melts your heart in so many ways.

“That can’t be true,” you instantly reply.

“Try me,” he dares you.

At that moment, the car stops at a red light, his attention then fully settling on you. His eyes are soft, filled with an intensity that twists your stomach and squeezes your heart. How can he look at you like that?

“My boss has been a nightmare since you withdrew from the deal,” you end up admitting.

“How?” he simply asks. Your eyebrows narrow, not sure how to understand his question, and he seems to pick it up as he rephrases his question. “Has he done something to you?”

“No,” you shake your head. “At least, not to me directly, but he rejects every single proposal we send, makes us work overtime, and gives us unrealistic deadlines,” you explain. “It’s been like that with every single department, not just the finance one.”

Jungkook exhales, his hand running through his hair. This nervous habit of his somehow makes him extremely more handsome as he pushes his hair back, revealing more of his face.

“Sorry,” he says. “It wasn’t my intention to make it harder for you.”

“It’s okay,” you reply. “He’ll eventually realize he’s being an asshole and calm down.”

“That’s not okay, yn…” he tells you with a soft voice. “He shouldn’t be unloading on his employees.”

“But what can we do?” you genuinely ask. “Unless you come back, he’ll just remain pissed off.”

The change of the traffic light to green illuminates the car. Jungkook doesn’t say a thing as he focuses back on the road and resumes driving through the city. Right now, you wish you could infiltrate his mind to hear his thoughts.

“I can’t take the NovaTech deal,” he finally says, his eyes never once looking away from the road. “Not until you’re still working there.”

This is something you clearly and fully understand, and you’ll never ask him to take back NovaTech’s deal.

“But I can try to find another acquirer,” he continues.

“You know it won’t be the same,” you reply. “He’s been saying how it would have been an honor and a privilege to be part of the Jeon Group. No matter how many offers are sent his way, he probably won’t even consider them.”

The way Jungkook sighs makes it clear that this whole situation bothers him, and you feel more than sorry to have put him through this.

“I’m sorry, Jungkook,” you add. “If I had told you—”

“Don’t apologize,” he cuts you off. “This isn’t your fault by any means.”

Even though you’re fully aware of that, it doesn’t change how sorry you feel. This whole situation could have been avoided if you had ever mentioned you worked at NovaTech, and for sure, your boss wouldn’t be an asshole right now.

“What did you tell him when you withdrew your offer?” you ask with curiosity.

“That, after thorough consideration, the company wouldn’t be a fit for the Jeon Group.”

Yeah, for sure, after saying that, he can’t really come back, and anyway, knowing him, he won’t ever change his mind.

“Well, that also explains his terrible mood,” you say.

“That’s highly unprofessional of him,” he mumbles.

“But you can also understand him,” you somehow try to defend your boss, even though you’re trying not to. “The company isn’t particularly doing well. He then manages to have the Jeon Group be interested in him, but in the end, the founder of the group tells him his company isn’t a fit.”

Jungkook sees this all from another perspective, and you’re convinced he should, just for a second, put himself in your boss’s shoes. It isn’t easy for him to hear that. And the worst is that you know why Jungkook stepped back. It has nothing to do with the company, and you feel guilty.

“It doesn’t change how unprofessional it is,” he reinforces his position. “If I did that every time something bad happens at Jeon Pharmaceuticals, the company wouldn’t even exist anymore.”

“It’s not the same…” you whisper.

“How so?” he asks while raising an eyebrow. “I’m a CEO just like him, and I’d never unload my stress and frustration on my employees.”

For a moment, you remain silent to gather your thoughts and think of the best way to formulate them. For sure, Jungkook is used to being on top, but you see things from an employee’s perspective, which is totally different from his.

“Look, I’ve gotten to read many many things about your company and group over the past few days, trying to understand everything. Jeon Pharmaceuticals has been leading the market for years now. Your group became one of the biggest through all your hard work, and honestly, it’s admirable on many levels,” you begin to explain.

You can’t help but notice the little smile on his face. It must feel special for him to hear you say all of that, but as you did your research into what he does, you have felt pride and admiration for him. You’ve already heard all of that from him, but reading it through others’ words accentuated it.

“NovaTech is a small company that has been trying to grow, and yeah, it’s been working for sure, but it doesn’t mean the CEO faces financial struggles. He has ambition for his own company, just like you had when creating the Jeon Group.”

It’s honestly not super easy to pour out your thoughts, but you’re trying your best.

“It’s any company’s dream to be acquired by your group due to its huge prestige. My boss was more than happy to have you even interested in his business, but then hearing he isn’t fit anymore must have felt like a failure. For sure, he’s probably unprofessional, but you can’t compare yourself to him, not even for a bit.”  

Jungkook doesn’t say anything for a while, and it definitely seems like he’s deeply thinking about your words. Something you deeply love about him is the fact that he carefully chooses his words when something bothers him, especially with you.

“We definitely have different views on this,” he finally speaks with his deep voice. “I understand what you mean, but I don’t condone his behavior, especially when it impacts you. I don’t like it.”

If he wasn’t driving, you would have hugged him. Instead, the biggest smile grows on your face.

“If it’s about me you’re worried about, don’t be,” you tell him. “I’ve dealt with bosses way worse than him. I’ll survive.”

A quiet chuckle leaves Jungkook. “You’re not making this sound any better,” he says. “What kind of people have you been working for?”

“Don’t know,” you shrug. “Maybe I should ask you for recommendations instead.”  

His gaze briefly flickers toward you before returning to the road, but not before you catch the small smile pulling at his lips.

“I’ve got a few recommendations,” he replies almost immediately. “Preferably places where people actually treat you properly.”

The answer catches you off guard as you weren’t expecting him to say it. You were expecting some teasing, or maybe one of his usual smooth comments, but you definitely didn’t consider this.

“Really?” you ask, unable to hide your surprise.

“Yeah,” he nods. “I’d more than happily do it.”

Your heart warms, and for a moment, you have to look away. Knowing you can count on him for everything means more than you’ll ever be able to express.

“If I could, I’d hire you myself,” he softly adds.

“I guess that’d be a terrible idea,” you mumble more to yourself, but he hears it.

Working with him would definitely make you happy, but you’re the type of person who strongly believes that directly working with your loved ones is an absolute bad idea. If anything goes wrong, it’s your relationship that is impacted, and drawing the line between your professional and personal lives seems impossible.

For sure, your friendship with Juhee was born at work and flourished into this beautiful relationship. In the end, you worked with a loved one, but it’s different here. Work is what created this bond between you, and over time, you stopped working together until you eventually resigned and started working at NovaTech.

As your eyes really take in the view outside, you realize your place is right around the corner, meaning this ride is almost over. It’s not something you want, but you can’t stay with him eternally. When the car is parked near your place, the two of you leave it, walking towards the main entrance in silence. Jungkook remains next to you, not too close but not too far as well. Honestly, you don’t really know what to say. Your mind keeps going through all the potential topics, but nothing seems right.  

Once you reach the entrance, you turn around to look at him finally—the night air feels cooler after being in the warmth of his car, and some goosebumps appear all over your body. As your eyes shamelessly roam over his toned figure, his beauty just takes your breath away. His eyes don’t look away, not even for a second.   

And god, the way this man looks at you is becoming dangerous for your sanity, especially after tonight.

“Thanks for dropping me off,” you tell him softly.

“No problems.” A  small smile appears on his lips. “I’d do it anytime. It’s always a pleasure to spend time with you, love.”

Your heart reacts instantly to his words, the nickname sending way too many shivers down your spine.

“It was good to see you again,” you admit.

“It was,” he nods, his hands finding their way to his jacket pockets.

Silence slowly settles between the two of you, but it doesn’t feel uncomfortable. If anything, it feels heavy in the softest possible way. Throughout this silence, none of you dares to look away, as if you’re both hypnotized by the other.

Jungkook takes one small step closer to you. It’s barely anything, but your entire body notices it immediately. Your breath catches slightly when his gaze drops to your lips just for a second before returning to your eyes. The look alone sends warmth spreading through your chest, and your heartbeat instantly increases.

He’s close enough now for you to notice every little detail about him, like the faint scent of his perfume, the strands of hair falling across his forehead, or even the little scar on his cheek. But what strikes you the most is the way he looks at you. It’s as if you’re the most precious thing in the world.

And that’s what completely ruins you.

You try to think of what you could say or do, but instead, your body moves before your brain can catch up. You step closer, your eyes moving from his eyes to his lips, and you find yourself pressing your lips against his.

Jungkook instantly stills, completely startled, as if he genuinely didn’t expect you to be the one initiating this. And for a short moment, you panic. Maybe you shouldn’t have done this. Maybe it was too soon. Or maybe it just feels off to kiss him right now.

Then his hand suddenly slides to your waist, pulling you closer against him as he kisses you back. And damn, the feeling is even better than you imagined. His lips move softly against yours at first, careful in a way that makes your chest ache. It’s like he’s trying to make sure this is really happening.

But when your hand comes up to grip the front of his jacket, something in him shifts. The kiss deepens naturally. Jungkook exhales quietly against your lips before tilting his head to kiss you better, and the simple motion sends shivers down your spine. Damn, you’ve missed this so freaking much.

His thumb brushes lightly against your waist beneath your jacket, barely touching your skin through your clothes, and yet, somehow, it feels intimate enough to make your heartbeat completely lose rhythm. You melt against him without even realizing it.

The hand resting on your waist tightens just slightly, enough to keep you close, while your fingers curl more firmly into his jacket. You can feel his heartbeat too now. It’s fast, almost matching yours. The realization makes warmth spread all the way to your cheeks.

When you finally pull away, neither of you moves. Jungkook’s forehead nearly rests against yours, his breathing just as uneven as your own. His eyes remain closed for a brief second before opening them again slowly. And the way he looks at you afterwards… You’re absolutely fucked.

A chuckle leaves him. “Never imagined a night out at Yoongi’s would end up this way,” he whispers quietly, his thumb still absentmindedly against your waist.

A laugh escapes your lips. “Neither did I,” you confess as you close your eyes for a second.

Honestly, if you knew beforehand how the night would end up, maybe you wouldn’t have shown up. The thought of facing Jungkook while still figuring things out was kind of frightening. However, this night proved that you don’t need to be afraid. He’s still the same. He still loves you the same way, and your heart still beats stupidly for him.

“I’m happy we got to spend some time together,” he adds, his nose rubbing against yours.

The gentle feeling of his skin against yours makes you melt instantly. Damn, you’ve really missed him.

“We could spend some more,” you admit out loud.

“Only if you want, love,” he murmurs softly while his thumb keeps rubbing against you.

“I really want to,” you reply. “Even though I needed this space, I really enjoy being with you like we did tonight.”

A smile appears on his face, and he gently takes a step back, but his hand never leaves your waist.

“I really would love to repeat more nights like this one,” he confesses.

“If you want, tomorrow, we can meet again,” you offer as a little smile stretches your lips.

Being honest, you’d actually want for him to go upstairs with you and sleep with you—without any sexual activities, of course—but it’s best not to. You’re scared it’ll ruin this moment, so you'd rather propose to do something tomorrow.

“I’d love nothing more than that,” he whispers.

With your hands on his jacket, you push him closer again before kissing him passionately all over again.  Jungkook immediately responds this time. His hand slides higher along your waist, holding you against him while his lips move slowly against yours. Your fingers tighten slightly against the fabric of his jacket as his thumb brushes your skin in a comforting way.

Slowly, your hands slide from his jacket to the back of his neck, your fingers brushing lightly against his skin. Jungkook’s breathing instantly falters at the contact, and the realization alone makes your heartbeat lose control.

When your lips part, the two of you open your eyes, looking right at each other. Being seen by him always makes you feel so special. For sure, you’d never grow tired of having his burning and intense gaze on you. If anything, you’d beg for it.

“I missed you,” you whisper.

This time, he presses the gentlest peck on your lips.

“Not as much as I did, love,” he murmurs as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. Your body finally collides against his, your arms wrapping around his strong body and hugging him with an intensity you never thought possible. Being apart from him is something you’d never want again, because if there’s one thing you learned these past few days, it’s how in love you are.

The very next day, as you work through another report for your boss, you receive a message from Jungkook, distracting you while it’s the absolute last thing you need right now.

jungkook 🏍️: when do you finish work?

Usually, at work, he doesn’t really text you, and when he does, it's very minimal. At first, you thought it was because he didn’t want to distract you, but now you kind of doubt that’s not the full reason. As the CEO, he must actually be pretty busy.

you: hopefully at 6pm

With how much of an asshole your boss has been lately, you’re not even sure you’ll finish by 6 pm—you can only hope so. But based on how the past days have been going, there’s absolutely no way you’ll be done by 6 pm.  

jungkook 🏍️: okay

For the rest of the day, you don’t hear more from him, which definitely helps with the finalization of this report. Honestly, you and your coworkers are so proud of the final result. However, it doesn’t change the fact that you’re stressed as hell when you hand it to your boss.

Before you even get the chance to knock at his door, whispers around you catch your attention. Your eyes instantly widen as you see none other than your boyfriend walking towards you. Your heart instantaneously beats faster in your chest. What the hell is he doing here?  

A smile tugs on his face, his eyes sparkling with joy, while he walks with breathtaking confidence. This man doesn’t even remotely look like your boyfriend. His hair is pushed back—except for a couple of strands falling across his forehead in a very sexy way—his hand rests inside his suit's pants, and the jacket graciously falls over his shoulders.

Jungkook breathes a charisma you never got to see over the past six months. Usually, he softens around you in a way that clenches your heart. Even at his brother’s birthday party, he didn’t even remotely get into this version of him.

Your entire body freezes while your gaze can’t seem to look away. Your hands hold the laptop tighter, and you swear you feel them shaking. At this precise instant, the world around you disappears. There’s just Jungkook. Not even your colleagues from the finance team standing next to you matter anymore.

“Hello,” he says, extending his hand to you once he’s in front of you. “I’m Jeon Jungkook.”

Seeing him pretending not to know you definitely breaks your heart, but Juhee’s words echo in your mind. He protected his ex-wife as much as he could. If he did it with her, he’d repeat it with you. Somehow, you can understand how she wanted the world to know they were married, because let’s be real, the way women look at him is sometimes very unsettling.

Jungkook seems to notice your hesitation, which makes him arch an eyebrow. Your heart races even faster. Fuck! Are you even able to pretend he’s a total stranger? Well, you have to. There’s no way your colleagues ever find out about the nature of your relationship with Jeon Jungkook.

“Hello, Mr Jeon,” you finally say while shaking his hand. You introduce yourself, and relief seems to instantly spread across his face.

Your boyfriend also introduces himself to your colleagues next to you. They all seem as impressed and confused as you, but you honestly don’t care, too focused on following his every movement. It’s so strange to meet the CEO, because all you’ve seen is the lover. He’s intimidating while also very charismatic. It’s like he owns the room.

“Were you about to enter Mr. Sang’s office?” he politely asks.

“Yes,” your colleague replies, nodding.

Jungkook’s gaze moves between you and your colleagues.

“Would you mind if I step in first?” A little smile grows on his face as his eyes land on you. “I’d like to discuss something very quickly with him.”

He doesn’t look away for a second when your colleague replies that there’s no problem. His gaze becomes intense for a hot second, as it’s usually the case when he’s with you. It’s quick and subtle, but enough for you to notice it. Hopefully, nobody else picks it up.

Jungkook thanks you before entering your boss’s office. Finally, your gaze shifts to your colleagues with a heart beating way too fast. Interacting with him in another setting is strange, especially when it’s one he’d like to protect you from.

If you had first met him like this, you would have never given him a chance. Like, how could a man so powerful like him ever love someone who’s a simple employee in an average company? It’s the kind of scenario coming straight out of a romcom.

“What is he doing here?” you ask with confusion.

“I don’t know…” you colleague replies. “I thought he had withdrawn his offer, but seems like he probably changed his mind.”

Well, you know for a fact that he hasn’t. So, his presence here makes it even more confusing. There’s no valid reason for him to be here. Unless… No, it can’t be. You truly and deeply hope that he’s not here to tell Mr. Sang how much of an asshole he has been. He can’t do it because if he does, it’ll just blow everything.

“I hope he does,” another colleague adds. “Mr. Sang has been horrible.”

Since none of you knows what to do, you all remain there, waiting for Jungkook to leave. Your mind races with thoughts while your colleagues whisper about this situation. Your grip on your laptop is strong, as if you need to hold onto something.

From where you stand, you can hear Mr. Sang and Jungkook’s voices, but you can’t tell whether they’re talking joyfully or the opposite. Curiosity is creeping through you, even though a part of you would rather not know what they’re discussing.

After a couple of minutes, Jungkook opens the door, his gaze falling right on you. Instant warmth heats your cheeks, and your heartbeat suddenly rises again. It’s not fair how breathtaking he looks with those strands of hair on his face.

“Mr. Sang is all yours,” he says before stepping out of the room.

Your colleagues immediately rush into the office, and before you can move, Jungkook softly grabs your elbow.

“I’ll be waiting for you at the entrance,” he whispers, so you’re the only one hearing his words.

Your eyebrows furrow in confusion. “What?” you ask in a heartbeat.

“Just meet me there once you’re done, okay?” he says before letting you go.  

Jungkook walks away from you through the corridor, not once looking back. For a second, you just watch him as you try to process what he just said. How can he so peacefully wait for you at the building entrance while pretending not to know you at this precise moment? This doesn’t make any sense.

You don’t dwell too much on it and get inside your boss’s office. The look on his face is absolutely different from the one he had hours ago. Whatever Jungkook told him, it definitely shook him up. Nobody really mentions it before you proceed to explain the report you prepared.

For thirty minutes, you go over the report together with your coworkers, and your boss listens. He even takes notes, which kind of surprises you. Lately, he doesn’t even bother to pretend to listen, so this comes as a surprise. And now, you really want to know what the hell your boyfriend said to him.

At the end of the presentation, Mr. Sang only asks you to send him the report to give him some time to study it deeply. All of you leave the room, confused, but honestly, it feels good to finish the day without him yelling and complaining about every single detail of the report.

In pure silence, you head to your desk to gather your belongings and leave the office. This whole situation startles you, and you honestly don’t know what to think about it. This is troublesome. Without any rush, you walk to the elevator with your bag on your shoulder, your jacket on your arm, and your phone in your hand.

Surprisingly, Jungkook didn’t text you at all.

The elevator is empty as it makes its way to the ground floor. When the doors open, your eyes meet Jungkook’s, and without hesitation, he steps inside, not letting you leave. He takes place right next to you after he pressed the parking button, his arm brushing against yours.

“How did it go?” he asks, his eyes glued on you.

You take a deep breath, not daring to look at him.

“Where are we going?” you ask instead, ignoring his question.

“To my car,” he replies.

“Aren’t you scared—”

Jungkook doesn’t even let you finish your question. “Nobody will see us. All accesses have been blocked until I leave it.”

Wow, he’s so wealthy that he gets to prevent people from reaching their cars in a building he doesn’t own. You don’t know if you should be mad or impressed. Since you’ve met him, he hasn’t pulled out his wealthy as fuck card, or maybe he did, but never in front of you.

“So, you get to do that…” you whisper.

“I can do way more than that, love,” he says as he gets closer to you, but still, you don’t look at him.

“I guess it’s the perk of being a Jeon,” you reply.

The doors open to the parking floor, leaving no space for your boyfriend to reply. As expected, nobody is wandering around as you make your way to his car. You abruptly stop yourself on your track and can’t help but bite your lower lip.

“Will it always be like that?” you ask while he turns around to look at you.

Confusion is clearly painted all over his face. “What?”

“Will you always pull out things like that?” You rephrase your question.

“Yes,” he straightforwardly replies. “I’ll do whatever it takes to protect you.”

“Like you did with your ex-wife…” You mumble.

Jungkook takes a step in your direction, his hand reaching out to yours. You take a deep breath as your eyes lift to meet his. There’s something in his gaze that squeezes his heart. He’s visibly concerned, as if he understands that something is truly bothering you.

“What’s going on?”

“It’s just weird…” You admit. “I’ve never seen this side of you.”

His eyes instantly soften, his thumb brushing against the skin of your hand. “I get that, and believe me, if I could avoid this, I would,” he begins saying. “But I also want to be with you.”

“We managed to do it before without any trouble,” you pout.

His free hand moves to your cheek, stroking it gently. This melts you right then and there.

“This is your workplace, and I wouldn’t want to create you any problems,” he explains.

You lean against his hands and close your eyes for a moment. Honestly, you’ve missed him so damn much. You don’t even know how you went more than a week without him, his touch, and his love.  

When you open your eyes, he guides you both to his incredible and expensive-as-hell car. In less than five minutes, you’re out of the building and on the road. Your eyes look out the window, noticing the men blocking the accesses to the parking. Somehow, it feels wrong, but you know that you'd better get used to it if you stay with Jungkook.

“What did you say to Mr. Sang?” you suddenly ask, your gaze shifting from the window to him.

“I talked to him about how unprofessional he’s been,” he says after taking a deep breath.

Your eyes instantly widen with disbelief. In the end, you weren’t wrong; he really did it.

“No, you didn’t do that…”

“I had to,” he replies, his gaze quickly moving to you. “I couldn’t let that man overwork you because of some fucking frustration.”

“You shouldn’t have, Jungkook,” you softly reply while shaking your head.

“I told him I knew my withdrawal had probably caused a lot of stress and frustration,” he explains. “But I also advised him to contact Mr. Kim Seokjin, a friend of mine who’s interested in acquiring NovaTech.”

You frown. “You contacted a friend?”

“I did,” he replies.

He wasn’t joking when he said several times before that he’d do anything to see you happy. Even though this doesn’t feel right, you can’t help but feel like the most special girl in the world for having him.

“Thanks,” you murmur before gently resting your hand over his on the steering wheel.

A smile appears on his face as he feels your hand on top of his. For a moment, you remain both in silence, as it is clear that you both need it. At least, you absolutely need it because everything that has happened in the past few minutes truly puts everything into perspective.

Almost two weeks ago, you shockingly discovered he was one of the most influential and wealthiest men on earth through his roles at Jeon Pharmaceuticals and the Jeon Group. Being with him means accepting the pros and cons that come with it, but you’ve absolutely no clue what they are.

Since you’ve met him, he’s been an absolute normal guy, and it makes you believe it could continue like that. However, now that you know it all, you can’t look at him the same. And today is proof. He literally went to see your boss to tell him to calm down and blocked the access to the parking to be with you.

Now, letting Jungkook inside your life is bigger than you ever anticipated.

The real question today is whether you’re truly able to accept it all. And fuck, the answer has been there since the very beginning. You’ll take whatever for as long as he loves you. Nobody has ever made you feel like he does. The love you have for him is already so intense.

Jungkook has always been present, always letting you set the pace, and adjusting himself to you. He has never made you doubt his love for you. It has been loud and clear. There’s no way you’re letting that go away. For sure, things might be scary, but as long as you have him, you know he’ll do whatever it takes to protect you.

And that is the only reassurance you need.

“Where are we going?” you break the silence.

“My place,” he replies. “I’ve prepared a little something.”

You narrow your eyes, trying to read his face for a hint at what he has prepared, but it’s useless. Jungkook knows how to turn himself into an unreadable book. No emotions pass through his adorable features.

“Now, I’m curious…” You say.

“In a couple of minutes, you’ll have your answer, love.”

The way your nickname rolls in his tongue sends shivers down your spine. Gosh, how are you supposed to survive this man? Very discreetly, his hand finds its way to your thigh, resting on it like he always does—well, except for when you went to his brother’s birthday. This genuinely warms your heart, and you can’t help but rest your hand on top of his.

For the rest of the drive, you casually talk about your day. Your boss isn’t mentioned anymore, which is best to ignore for now. He already caused some arguments between you, and you absolutely don’t want that.

Once you’ve reached his place, he pulls into his parking spot. Honestly, it is well located on the underground floor, but it now leaves you wondering if he didn’t choose it on purpose. It’s like hidden, which allows him some privacy and not to be seen.

When he cuts the motor off, his hand on your thigh caresses it softly. Your eyes meet, and absolutely everything around you disappears. Your world narrows on him, and him only. You totally ignore how long you remain like that, but you don’t really care. Then, his eyes move to your lips, and his hand gently squeezes your thigh, as if he needs something to control him.

Naturally, your gaze drops to his lips before your teeth grab your bottom lip. The tension between you is slowly but surely growing, turning the air in the car absolutely thick. Will one of you surrender?  

His face leans closer to yours, and in a heartbeat, his mouth crashes against yours. The kiss is nothing like the soft ones you shared lately. This one is desperate and almost hungry, as if the distance that had existed between you for the past few days had suddenly become unbearable.

Jungkook’s free hand instantly slides to the side of your neck, holding you firmly against him while his lips move feverishly against yours. A shaky breath escapes you when his teeth gently catch your lower lip before soothing it with his tongue right after. God, the simple feeling nearly destroys your ability to think straight.

Your fingers grip his jacket as the kiss deepens even more, his tongue brushing against yours in a way that sends heat rushing through your entire body. Everything about him feels overwhelming: the warmth of his mouth, the way he holds you like he’s terrified you might disappear, and the quiet sound of his breathing mixing with yours between kisses.  

Jungkook kisses you like someone who has been holding himself back for far too long, and maybe that’s exactly what’s happening. His hand on your thigh squeezes you once more, which makes a soft gasp leave your lips. The sound seems to affect him instantly because another deep kiss follows right after, slower but somehow even more intense.

His tongue brushes against yours again while his thumb strokes your neck, the contrast between the desperation of the kiss and the softness of his touch making your chest ache. Neither of you seems capable of slowing down.

“Guk,” you whisper against his lips, your fingers gripping his jacket tighter.

“Mmm,” he mumbles.

If you don’t stop right now, you both know how this will end up. Him inside you while you both moan each other’s name. And let’s just say that this is not the most appropriate place to do it.

“We’re in your car,” you say as you open your eyes.

A deep groan rumbles in his chest, which ironically makes you smile, and his forehead falls to the crook of your neck. Your hands instantly run over his hair, playing with it while he peppers your neck with hot, wet kisses.

“Guk,” you call for him laughingly.

“Let me just kiss you properly, love,” he mumbles against your skin.

A particular kiss has you arching your back and moaning, and your fingers pull his hair. It definitely seems like he’s not going to stop.

“We need to stop, Gukkie,” you whisper breathlessly. The nickname makes him groan once more; you know he adores it when you call him like that. “Someone could see us.”

Even though the thrill of being caught excites you, you just can’t be seen. Nothing good will come of it if it happens, and you particularly don’t want your name making headlines because you got freaky with Jungkook.

As if he suddenly realizes the extent of it all, he pulls back, and damn, he looks like a hot mess. His hair is all messy, his lips swollen from the kisses, and his eyes filled with lust. If you weren’t in the car, you’d let him have you right here.

In seconds, he takes you both out of the car, heading straight to the elevator. Inside, he holds back the urge to touch you, and man, you wish he wouldn’t. Right now, you don’t know who’s the most desperate, you or him?

When you reach his apartment, your mouths are all over each other again, needy and desperate as you walk through his place to reach his bedroom. Tonight, sex isn’t going to be like it’s been so far. This time, it’ll be desperate, especially after this time apart. You crave each other with all your souls.

Jungkook maneuvers you both until you’re lying on his king-size bed, his body covering yours, and he pins you down with his hand on your wrists, placing them above your head as his mouth claims yours in a desperate kiss. His tongue makes its way inside your mouth to glide along yours.

Fuck, this is absolutely messy.

His hand lets go of your wrists, allowing you to place them on his shoulders while his mouth leaves a trail of burning kisses along your jaw, neck, and collarbone. Your nails dig into the muscles of his shoulder over his suit jacket, his name rolling out of your lips.

“I need more,” you whisper.

His head looks up at you with a lust that could give you an instant orgasm. Even if you’ve been intimate with him for a couple of months, everything is still very new to you. For sure, you’ve gotten to know what turns you both on and what makes you come in seconds, but sometimes, a simple touch can bring you right to heaven’s doors.

And you feel like you’re a damn teenager all over again.

You don’t know if you should be embarrassed or not, but it always seems like he doesn’t care. With him, it’s like you can come in the blink of an eye, and he’d just keep going, making you come more and more.

Jungkook stands up to strip himself of his jacket and shirt before removing every single piece of clothing from your body. Being naked in front of him doesn’t feel uncomfortable anymore; if anything, it feels fucking good. The way his eyes roam over your body makes you feel so damn desirable.

“Fuck,” he swears under his breath. “I missed you, love.”

The desperation in his voice has your core clenching. His lust-filled gaze finally meets your eyes, and damn, it’s harder to resist the temptation of coming right there. His body settles on top of yours, hovering over you before he kisses you more softly. He nips your plump lower lip between his teeth, swallowing your little gasp.

His lips move down your body all over again, and his hands don’t lose any time when they squeeze your breasts, making you moan softly. Your hands find their way to his hair, tugging at some strands, which causes him to groan against your collarbone.

“You’ve no idea how fucking desperate I’ve been,” he whispers, your eyes rolling back when his tongue swirls around your nipple slowly, and his tongue flicking against that sensitive spot. It’s something he has learned since you started being intimate. “My hand couldn’t even make me as hard as your voice alone can do.”

His fingers slide down your body, finding your weakest spot and swiping up and down your folds. Your back arches instantly against him, pressing your chest against his. “Gukkie…” you moan as your very sensitive nipples graze against his burning skin.

“God,” he swears as two of his fingers plunge inside you, your walls spasming immediately around them. “Say that again.”

Those past few days, you never said that nickname, as it felt like you had forgiven him when you didn’t even know what to do with yourself. But now that you’re letting him in again—and that he has you fully wrapped around his fingers—you can’t help but say it.

Jungkook curves his fingers inside you, making you arch your back even more. How can he drive you this crazy with his fingers only? He kisses your lips as his fingers fuck into you, and the stretch makes you ache.

“So fucking tight…” he whispers as he plays with your cunt. “It’s embarrassing the amount of time I’ve fucked my fist to the thought of you,” he admits when he looks down at you, breaking the kiss.

“Don’t say that,” you say out of breath.

“It’s the truth, love,” he says, his fingers never once stopping to move inside your cunt. “I’m so damn addicted to you.”

His eyes are glued to your face, watching you contorting with pleasure below him. You’re so fucking wet and needy. Naturally, your legs open wider to let him settle even more between them. His body is pressed flush against yours, and you swear you can feel his bulge against your thigh. Moans fall out of your mouth at an impossibly fast pace. By the end of the night, you’ll lose your voice.

Jungkook keeps kissing down on you, getting lower and lower. His hot breath against your skin makes you shiver, and your hands tug even harder at his hair. Not once has he stopped moving his fingers inside you. You’re very very close, and he knows it.

When he reaches the bottom of your stomach, he switches to your inner thigh, pressing hot and wet kisses. “God, your scent drives me crazy,” he mumbles in between kisses.

“Guk, what are you saying?” you manage to say with a ragged voice.  

He places a kiss on your dripping entrance, his eyes looking up at you.

“You look so fucking pretty, love,” he says before kissing you again.

The pleasure shoots up your body, making you even weaker. You’re so damn close, and he’s showing you no mercy. His tongue flicks against your core to gather the drops of your arousal falling down.

Your moans get louder and louder as his mouth and fingers torture you in a way that makes you forget your own name. By now, you’re sure his neighbors are fully aware of what is going on in his bedroom.

Jungkook buries his face in you, his mouth hot and messy as he drinks up every bit of the juices pouring out of your pussy. His tongue flicks your clit, and he groans as he parts your folds. You’re basically crying out by now, your fingers pulling his hair.

“Guk…” you moan. “I’m so… I’m close.”

You’re quivering, your thighs threatening to close with how intense and overwhelming everything is. The way his tongue is torturing you almost feels like he’s worshiping you.

“Come for me, love,” he says softly against your core, his fingers exquisitely curving inside you.

And then, the orgasm hits you violently, a loud and guttural moan falling from your lips. Your back is impossibly arched while you close your eyes in ecstasy. The orgasm is so intense that it makes you see stars. Without realizing, your legs close around him, squeezing him as your entire body spasms and traps at the same time his fingers inside you.

When you finally open your eyes, your gaze instantly meets his. He’s intently looking at you, watching you fall apart under his ministration. He doesn’t move his fingers anymore, giving you time to come down from your high. His tongue, however, doesn’t stop lapping at your dripping wetness.

Jungkook stops torturing you before hovering over you all over again. His lips shine with your juices, which, honestly, is a massive turn-on. Without giving you the time to realize whatever is going on, he kisses you passionately. His tongue in your mouth allows you to taste yourself, and it makes you moan. This is so filthy, but you absolutely love it!    

He steps back to remove his pants and underwear, leaving him bare in front of you. He looks hot, like super hot. His entire body is a work of art, but you know that behind it, there’s a lot of work. Jungkook didn’t just wake up one day with that toned body. He spends countless hours at the gym, and you admire him for his dedication.

Before meeting him, you’ve tried to go to the gym, but after a month, you gave up. It’s not for you. But it’s not just the gym. You’re the type of person to start something, and after a while, you just stop. So, you’ve already tried tons of things, but none of them ever stuck.

Well, but that’s not important right now. You’re about to have sex with your boyfriend, and it isn’t the right time to dwell on that.

“You’re okay?” Jungkook suddenly asks with concern.

“Yeah, yeah,” you nod. “Just thinking about how sexy you look,” you say before offering him a smile.

The prettiest smile stretches his lips, brightening his entire being. Every time you compliment him, it’s like you offered him the moon. His entire being lights up every single time, and you can’t help but find him extremely adorable.

Jungkook steps closer to press the gentlest kiss on your lips. “Let me go grab a condom,” he mumbles against your lips.

“No need,” you say while grabbing his arm.

Your boyfriend frowns. “You’re sure?”

Right after you had your first time together, you both decided to get tested. On your end, it wasn’t needed since you hadn’t done anything in years, but you still did it. Jungkook was visibly worried about his results because throughout his entire marriage, he didn’t use protection and was scared that he had contracted something from his ex-wife. If it were the case, honestly, she’d be a complete bitch.

Thankfully, the results came back negative, which reassured the two of you. Jungkook had proposed that you’d receive his results and he yours. It was a cute gesture because at least none of you could lie, but you were sure it wouldn’t have been the case.

However, you still decided to use condoms. It was a mutual decision because you expressed very clearly that you wouldn’t take the pill. You had tried it years ago and absolutely hated it. There was no way you’d get back on that. The gynecologist suggested other contraceptives, but none of them seemed right.

Jungkook never forced you, which, to you, is honestly the most romantic gesture one could do. Instead, he proposed using the tracking app, Flo. He took the premium version, which also gave him access. It’s very simple. You indicate whenever your period starts, and based on that, the app can estimate when you ovulate.  

On his end, he gets to see it too and even has some advice on how to help you through every single cycle. It’s honestly one of the best things you’ve ever seen. So, thanks to it, you know you’re not ovulating right now, and the chances of getting a surprise are very low.

“Absolutely,” you nod. “We’re both clean, and I’m not ovulating.”

“Right,” he says. “I just want you to be a hundred percent sure, love.”

“I am,” you cup his face in your hands. “I want this.”

He presses a gentle peck on your lips, which makes you melt. Obviously, it makes you a bit nervous because, yeah, you can get pregnant, and you also tend to overthink everything. However, you know everything is going to be alright. The chances are very low, and no matter what, you’ll have Jungkook.  

“Alright then,” he says with a smile. “But I want you to ride me.”

“Oh,” you basically gasp.

“It’s torture listening to you repeating you want a ride on my bike,” he begins explaining, “especially when my mind takes me to unholy places.”

You chuckle. “Could have asked before.”

“Didn’t want to pressure you,” he tells you. “I wanted you to trust me enough before trying this.”

“I’ve trusted you since the first time, Guk,” you reply.

“I know, but…” he pauses for a second, his dark gaze still on you. “You hadn’t done anything in years, and I just wanted to do things right.”

Damn, how can he be adorable in the middle of this wild moment? He’s always so thoughtful and lets you set the pace on everything. Sometimes, you even wonder how he can handle that without desiring to rush things off.

“How do you do that?” you genuinely ask.

His eyebrows furrow. “Do what?”

“You always do things at my pace, never rushing anything,” you explain.

“Oh, believe me, sometimes it’s hard,” he chuckles. “But it’s all worth it. I get to be loved by the prettiest woman walking on this earth.”

Without giving it too much thought, you press your lips hard on his, kissing him with a passion you never imagined you had. Jungkook falls over you, hovering over your body all over again, but damn, you love this man so so much. The two of you laugh as his body collides on top of yours.

“Love, do you want me to kill you?” he says against your lips while still laughing.

“Maybe,” you reply.

The sound of his laugh echoes louder in the room, and damn, you’d give your life to keep hearing it forever. He presses another kiss on your lips before wrapping his arms around you and effortlessly pulling you up with him. In seconds, he’s sitting on the bed, his back pressed against the headboard.

Jungkook taps his legs, inviting you to sit on his lap. “Come here, love.”

You don’t even hesitate, crawling on top of him, his cock brushing against your core. The sensation snatches a moan from the two of you. His hands rest on your sides as you grab his shaft and slowly sink down on him. Jungkook fills you up so good, and you swear you can feel him everywhere.  

When he’s fully inside you, he holds you down for a moment. “Don’t move yet,” he whispers, looking up at you. The confusion in your eyes betrays you, and he adds, “You feel so good, and I don’t want to come yet.”

You chuckle. “Seems like you really wanted this ride,” you tease him.

“Don’t make fun of me,” he says before gently biting your shoulder.

Even though you really want to move, you remain still, giving him all the time in the world. He looks absolutely cute when he tries to hold himself back, and you don’t resist the urge to run your fingers through his hair, pushing it back to take a proper look at him.

After a moment, he lifts you up and slams you back down without any warning, making your wetness rub all over him.

“Guk,” you whine with absolute surprise.

Your whining doesn’t stop him at all, his hands pressing tighter into your body, and you suck for deep breaths. You’re absolutely not riding him at all, he’s just fucking up into your cunt, showing how damn desperate he is. Your fingers get completely lost in his fluffy hair as you’re trying to brace yourself.

His cock glides in and out of your mess faster and faster. Usually, you tend to close your eyes when you get all freaky with Jungkook, because the feeling of him inside you always gets so overwhelming. However, today, you look at each other deeply, seeing just how the other falls apart.

One of his hands moves down on your body, finding your core, and he runs his thumb on your clit. The second he does do, you come instantly. Damn, the way he already knows how to have you come on him blows your mind. It’s like he’s studied your body for the last couple of months.   

“You’re so beautiful,” he says, pressing a gentle kiss on your neck.

Through your high, he lifts you up and down on him while you’re clenching around him. Jungkook doesn’t stop, trying to give you another orgasm and chasing his own. His lips find yours, swallowing every single sound that leaves your pretty lips. Your thighs are twitching on either side of his hips.

Slowly but surely, you can tell that he’s getting closer. In a teasing attempt, you roll your hips, which makes him close his eyes for a second. His cheeks are flushed pink, and a deep groan rumbles from his chest.

“Fuck,” he moans when he opens his eyes again. “I’m so close.”

Those words make you feel so damn proud of yourself.

“Where do you want me to come?” he asks.

For a moment, you hesitate. Should he come inside? Or is it safer if he pulls out? Honestly, you’d like to experience feeling him coming inside of you, at least once in your life. Since the risks are very low, you believe it’s the right time.

“Inside,” you finally say as your hands move down to his neck, gently playing with the hair at his nape.

“Sure?” he asks.

You nod, and after a couple of thrusts, his cock pumps you full. The feeling of your walls being coated with his cum makes you see stars. In seconds, you join him, moaning like a complete mess. Your mouth finds his to kiss him desperately, your body shaking completely as your teeth click together, and saliva dripping from your mouths.

It’s so damn filthy.

His head falls on your shoulder, his cock twitching inside you. “Fuck,” he whimpers in your ear as he holds you tight. His arms wrap your waist, his hips thrusting up and fucking more cum inside you. Jungkook has never come that much. “It feels so good.” 

For a moment, you remain in this position, slowly getting down from your highs. This was definitely intense. Juhee had told you many times before that make-up sex is usually the most mindblowing one, and you struggled to believe her. But now, you do.

After a while, he looks up at you. “Well, this wasn’t the surprise I prepared, but damn, this was so good,” he confesses.

“It was more than good,” you admit.

He smiles at you before pressing a kiss on your lips.

“Now let’s get cleaned so we can get to that surprise,” he gently slaps your ass.

You chuckle and slowly stand up, the mix of your cum instantly running down your pussy to your legs as you ease off from him. Jungkook takes you in a bridal style, your arms wrapping around his neck, as he walks to the bathroom.

The two of you shower together with a lot of giggles and kisses, cleaning each other and removing every proof of the steamy sex you just had. Being with him genuinely fills your heart with an outburst of happiness you never thought possible. His lie seems absolutely ridiculous now.

After the shower, Jungkook hands you a helmet, one of the many that he possesses. You’ve stopped counting them because it feels like new ones keep popping up. Now that you know he’s wealthy as fuck, you believe that buying new ones isn’t necessarily a problem for him.

“We’re going on another ride?” you teasingly ask.

A smirk appears on his face as he nods. He also gives you one of his large leather jackets that covers almost your entire body. With a glance at the mirror in his dressing room, you can’t help but smile when you see yourself dressed from head to toe in his clothes. Under the jacket, you’re wearing a white Calvin Klein t-shirt, together with Nike track pants. They’re super large for you, but man, you love to wear his clothes.

“You look hot in my clothes.” His broad body appears behind you, his arms wrapping around you while his head rests on your shoulder. “Could take you all over again right here, in front of the mirror,” he whispers in your ear before kissing the spot right behind it.

“Guk…” you almost moan at the thought of him fucking you in front of the mirror, but you need to leave. Otherwise, you’ll spend the whole evening wrapped around him. “We need to leave. You promised me a surprise.”

“Right,” he presses a kiss on your cheek before stepping back, letting you turn to face him. You press a gentle peck on his lips.

“Can’t wait to see what you prepared.”

The two of you leave his place, jump on his bike, and he drives you all over again through the city. Nothing will ever beat the feeling of being pressed against him on his bike. Going on a ride with him always makes you feel so damn alive. Whenever you find yourself inside his car, you almost regret it.

He also looks fine as hell with a helmet.

As you look around, the houses and streets seem oddly familiar. A sudden sadness spreads through your chest, and you realize where he’s taking you, which makes you hold him tighter. You’re heading straight to that spot you first went to together. The spot that healed your broken heart in so many ways.

Since that day, you haven’t come with him, but have done a couple of times by yourself. Saying you didn’t cry those times would be a total lie. Remembering your best friend brought back many memories, good and bad. You still miss him deeply, and now, you wish he could have met Jungkook. You’re absolutely certain he would have loved him.

Jungkook stops his bike exactly where he did six months ago. He climbs off the bike, extending his hand to help you out. With some hesitation, you take it.

“What are we doing here?” You weakly ask.

“Let me show you,” he softly says before freeing his head from the helmet, and you do the same.

His fingers intertwine with yours as he guides you both to your spot. Your heart is beating way too fast, scared to find or see something that might devastate you. Jungkook squeezes your hand as if he understands how nervous you feel.

When you reach it, a new bench has been placed at the exact spot you always stay, which surprises you a lot. Jungkook stops right in front of it, his hand still holding yours very tightly. The two of you stand before it, his eyes moving from the bench to your face.

“I know this is where you come when the pain is overwhelming, or when the grief becomes suffocating,” he begins saying, and you inevitably look at him. “I also know you’ve been back quite frequently since we started dating.”

Oh, he did notice. This clenches your heart, and you have to hold back the tears, even though you already know it’s a lost cause.

“At first, I felt guilty, thinking it was my fault, but then, Juhee and Yoongi made me realize that our relationship really affected you emotionally,” he marks a tiny pause. “The last time you were in one, Lucas was still alive, but he isn’t anymore. Your struggles about our relationship weren’t just about you being alone for so many years; it was also about your grief.”

Juhee spoke to him about it… In a heartfelt moment, you confessed to your best friend how being with Jungkook messed you up on a lot of levels. It brought back the suffocating memories of the time you lost Lucas, because as he just said, the last time you were in a relationship, he was still alive. Now, he isn’t anymore, and you had to navigate this all without him.

“All I’ve ever wanted was to make you feel loved and help you to ease your life, especially after everything you went through four years ago,” he continues explaining. “I’ve been thinking about the many ways to make this place a better one for you. I know this right here is what helps you with the pain, and I also know you spend hours on end here. So I thought you could have a little bench to rest when staying up becomes too hard.”

Tears start streaming down your face, but what truly gets you to cry is the engraving in the bench.  ‘In loving memory of Lucas’ with his birth and death years. Jungkook did all of this for you. He did it while you were still trying to navigate his lie. The small things he’s been doing since knowing you are priceless.

Jungkook doesn’t scream or shout how in love he is. He shows it. And every single thing he does makes you fall even more for him. Sometimes, it feels like it is all a dream, and that a man like him can’t possibly exist. But he does.

And this right here means so much to you.

If, four years ago, someone had told you what Jungkook just did for you, you would have laughed in their face, not believing a single word. How could you even believe them? Elliott had just broken your heart, and Lucas had just passed. You were more than a mess back then.

“Guk,” you whisper before falling into his embrace.

You completely fall apart in his arms, crying as if you had just learned Lucas was gone. Your fingers hold onto him with desperation, and he just holds you there.  

“I got you, love,” he mumbles against your hair. “I’m right here.”

One might think that grief gets easier over time, but it’s a lie. One day, you might be just fine, and the next, you might cry until your entire soul is drained. Grief isn’t linear. It’s filled with ups and downs, but it never leaves you. It’s always there because the emptiness left in your heart can’t ever be replaced. A piece of your heart was ripped apart and will never come back.

Grief is painful.

Remembering Lucas isn’t always easy, and this gesture is beautiful and agonizing at the same time. Your best friend would have loved Jungkook for sure, because who on earth does this?

It becomes even more evident that you can’t let him go. Jungkook needs to be part of your life. Nobody else would ever do half of the things he’s done for you. And this is just the beginning of your story.  

The following days have honestly been the best. Jungkook treats you like an absolute queen—nothing new—and the amount of time you’ve had sex is frankly ridiculous. It’s like you can’t keep your hands to yourselves, or like you’re trying to make up for the time lost, even though you’re sure you’ve already done it by now.  

You’ve also been going to your little spot quite often, sitting on the bench for hours. Without realizing it, Jungkook healed a part of you that you never thought needed healing. Somehow, being there brings you more peace. Every time you run your fingers over your best friend’s name, you never leave without pressing a kiss on your fingers to press it on his name.

Juhee told you she was aware of what he did. Jungkook actually reached out to her for the details of Lucas’s birth and death years. She was also the first person to see the bench, because he wanted to do things right for you.

“The view is still breathtaking,” Jungkook says when he sits next to you on the bench. “Especially at night.”

“How did you know I’d be here?” you ask as your eyes meet his toned figure.

“Intuition,” he mumbles with a little smile.

For a moment, you allow yourself to properly look at him. He’s still wearing his working clothes, meaning that he came straight after work. It leaves you wondering if he went to your place before coming here. Probably.

“Shouldn’t you be holding some boards or whatever a CEO is supposed to do?” you ask.

“I was,” he replies, “but they’re over.”

Jungkook leans his back against the bench, his gaze shifting from you to the city. You do the same, and the view before your eyes is simply marvelous. For sure, not as pretty as Jungkook, but it’s still a very beautiful view.

“I’m not a CEO 24/7,” he continues. “I’m also a boyfriend, if I can still be one.”

Your heart beats loudly inside your chest. Even though things are a lot better and seem to be back to where they left off, none of you has truly dared to bring the topic to the table. For sure, it’s clear you’ve forgiven him, but maybe it’s better to say it out loud and make it clear for the two of you.

“I’m sure plenty of women would dream of dating you,” you teasingly say.

Somehow, you’re trying to lighten the mood because seriousness right now would be too heavy to deal with.

“I’m not interested in all of them,” he chuckles. “You know it better than anyone else.”

True. It’s something he has made quite clear over these past months.

“You’re the only person who truly matters to me,” he continues without looking at you. “And I’m so sorry that I messed it all up. I’ll do anything to get to hear you say again that I’m your boyfriend.”

Your eyes shift from the city to him. Jungkook always tends to look composed, as if nothing can ever affect him, but tonight he seems vulnerable.

“I love the man that I am when I’m with you,” he confesses. “I’m not Jeon Jungkook, or a CEO, nor the son of Jeon Minju. I’m just Guk.”

Your heart misses a beat at his words. He’s never hidden from you that you’re the only person who truly got to see him for who he is, and that, honestly, has always made you feel quite special. Like you’re someone who got VIP access to the all-mighty Jeon Jungkook—the man every woman desires.

“Just hearing you call me that turns me on, like I’m a damn teenager in heat,” he chuckles, and you can’t help but get closer to him. Your hand instantly finds its way to his neck, your fingers absentmindedly playing with the hair at the nape. Even like that, Jungkook still doesn’t look your way. “And it was pure torture not to hear it for a couple of days.”

“Unless you’re hiding something else, I won’t ever stop calling you ‘Guk’,” you tell him.

His head finally turns, his gaze landing on you. Even in the dark, you can see the softness in his eyes, and it makes you melt.  

“I swear I’m not,” he promises. “There’s nothing else about me to uncover. You know every side of who I am.”

His hand rests on your cheek, his thumb delicately stroking your cheek. The intimacy of this moment prevails over any sex you’ve ever shared. You’re the kind of person who values way more moments like this than sexy times. For sure, both are part of a relationship, but the weight they carry is very different for you.

“Well, I still need to know better Mr. CEO,” you reply with a smile. “He seems a bit too full of himself.”

A bright smile spreads across his handsome face.

“It’s better if you know him superficially,” he replies. “He’s not really a cool guy.”

“I still want to,” you admit. “He was very sexy when I met him at NovaTech.”

“Oh,” he pauses for a second. “Might need to bring him out more often.”

“I wouldn’t mind,” you reply. “You’re hot when you try to protect me.”

His smile grows wider, and you can’t resist the urge to press your lips against his. The kiss is slow and passionate—a mirror of what you feel right now. His tongue swipes against your lower lip, inviting you to open your mouth, which you do.

“I thought you had a personal preference for the biker,” he whispers against your lips.

“I sure do,” you offer a smile as you take a gentle step back to look at him. “But the protective boyfriend is somehow better.”

Jungkook mirrors your facial expression, and you swear his smile reaches his eyes. He’s so adorable.

“Boyfriend, huh?” He asks.

“Unless you have some objections, I believe you’re still my boyfriend,” you play with his hair, trying to calm your nerves.

“I have none,” he replies.

Jungkook kisses you again, and you melt into the kiss. Now, it’s absolutely clear where you both stand. Despite it all, you’re still boyfriend and girlfriend, and there’s nothing else in the world you’d like more.

After that, you both head to his place to spend the night together. Needless to say, the neighbors might have heard how freaky you got in bed, but you don’t care. What matters most is that you get to spend time with him.

The next morning, Jungkook takes a shower while you get dressed for work. Lately, you’ve been spending a lot of time at each other’s place, so you’ve decided to keep some clothes in order to avoid going around before work. It saves a lot of time—time that can be used together. However, you can’t help but notice he bought you some extra clothes that he keeps in his dressing room. It makes you smile like an idiot, and the thoughtful gesture melts your heart.

Can he just stop being adorable?

To surprise him, you try on the red shirt, together with a white pair of classic pants. They fit you all perfectly, as if Jungkook had studied your body. For a second, you look at yourself in the mirror, and you instantly smile. The outfit is honestly cute.

“Love,” you hear Jungkook calling out for you.

“Coming,” you scream to make sure he hears you.

In a rush, you head to the bathroom. Your boyfriend is standing in the middle of the room, a towel covering his lower body, and his hair is fully damped. He’s hot. Your eyes shamelessly roam up and down his body, while you bite your lower lip.

“Don’t look at me like that, love,” he smirks.

“Can’t help myself,” you teasingly say.

Jungkook shakes his head before saying, “I need your help with my hair.”

Last night, he told you he has rather important meetings today. Apparently, he’s signing a new deal, also has a board to discuss the future of a company, and other important stuff at his family’s company. A quite heavy day awaits him today.

Jungkook shows you the Dyson Hairwrap resting next to the sink. Of all things, you never pictured your boyfriend owning one. For sure, he’s very careful with his image, but you always imagined that if he needed help with his hair, he’d have a hairdresser or something like that. You never thought he’d do it by himself.

“How come you have this?” you ask.

“My brother bought it the other day because apparently it’s easier, but I don’t know how to use this shit.”

You laugh, your eyes quickly looking at it. Junyoung gifted his brother with the pink edition, and this is absolutely funny. Right now, you’d even say that he bought it to tease his brother, not help him.

“It’s not funny,” he says.

“It absolutely is,” you instantly reply.

Even though this is absolutely funny, you’ll help him out. By any means, you aren’t a hairdresser at all, but the simple fact that he asks you to help him out melts your heart. There’s no way you aren’t doing his hair.

“Let me help you,” you add.

You turn your back on him to set it all up. As you go through the little box, you check which brush to use. Jungkook watches you from behind you, as if he’s trying to study your every move. Once ready, you turn around to face him with the Hairwrap in your hand.

“Come closer,” you order him, and he does so without complaint.

You’ve never done anybody’s hair before, so it’s a first time for you, and you’ll try your best. The sound it makes when you turn it on surprises Jungkook.

“This is loud,” he instantly says.

You chuckle, nodding, and then start doing his hair. Jungkook doesn’t move at all, his eyes only watching you while you get him ready.   

“Don’t you have hairdressers?” you ask him.

“If I need to,” he replies.

“Then, why don’t you reach out to one?”

“If you can help, I don’t need them,” he instantly explains.

You simply smile and focus back on your task, but you can’t ignore the way your heart squeezes inside your chest. Honestly, if he keeps asking you this every day, you’ll just do it. After all, he’s your boyfriend.

“This outfit looks great on you,” he says at some point.

“Thanks for buying it,” you smile at him, your gaze quickly shifting to him. “You didn’t need to.”

“I’d buy an entire store for you, love,” he nonchalantly says.

You chuckle. “It’s not needed. This is perfectly fine.”

This whole I-have-a-lot-of-money shit is something you’ll need time to adjust to. It’s still very new to you, and you’ve gotten to notice how he’d gladly throw his money away for you. You don’t want it, but it won’t be easy to convince him otherwise, as he’s quite stubborn.

Jungkook doesn’t reply, letting you continue with styling his perfectly soft hair. You absolutely adore the feeling of it in your fingers. He definitely takes good care of himself.

“Okay, I’m done,” you say once you’re proud of the final result, your fingers quickly running through his hair for a final touch.

While you put down the brush and unplug it, Jungkook looks at his reflection in the mirror behind you. He doesn’t touch or try to rearrange it. Then, he looks at you, his body trapping you against the sink. His hand lands on your lower back, pulling you closer.

“It’s perfect, love,” he whispers against your ear before nuzzling his face on the crook of your neck.

His hair tickles your throat, and a chuckle escapes your lips. By pure reflex, your arms wrap around his neck. Your eyes flutter shut to enjoy this gentle but soft moment. If this is what eternity will feel like with him, you’ll gladly take it. In his arms is the place you’d forever want to be.

“Thanks,” he mumbles.

“Any time,” you reply as you press a kiss on his shoulder.

Falling for this man wasn’t in your plans, but man, it’s the best thing that has ever happened to you. Letting him go now is absolutely out of the question. For sure, you didn’t make it easy for him, and you’re absolutely certain that it will continue. Being on your own all these years taught you that you could do it all, but now you have someone by your side who’s ready to do it all.

It’s not always simple, but you’re ready to work on yourself. You’re so madly in love with him that you’d do anything to keep him. This whole lie also made you realize that he just wanted you to love him truly, which was the case. If you had found out earlier about who he was, maybe things would be completely different today. Maybe he wouldn’t even be part of your life.

Through it all, you’re grateful for his patience. He has never once pushed you out of your comfort zone to fit into his expectations. In fact, he has shown you over and over again that he’s there if you need him and even when you think you don’t.

Jungkook has taught you that love is easy and uncomplicated.

Life seems better since he has unexpectedly appeared, and you wouldn’t trade him for anything else in the world. He can even buy you the moon if he wants, but you wouldn’t care, because all that matters to you is him. You can’t wait for what life has in store for the two of you. In the end, you were made for loving each other.

The sound of the sirens echoes in your ears.

Your eyes are completely shut, your entire body hurts, and you put your hand on your head as if you’re trying to stop the pain you’re feeling. Slowly you try to open your eyes, and you see the completely broken windshield of your car. You take a look around to notice how damaged the inside of your car is.

It’s pretty bad.

Your eyes flutter shut once more, the effort to keep them open too much to bear. Gradually, you feel yourself falling asleep. As you slip into slumber, your mind is drawn back to a painful memory — the day you gave your son up for adoption.  

Being a teen mother wasn’t on your plans. Even though you really wanted to become a mother, it simply wasn’t possible then. Having a kid at sixteen wouldn’t be easy and for sure, you wouldn’t be able to offer a proper life to that kid. It wouldn’t be fair to him to keep him only because you wished to become a mother. He deserved to have a good life, to have loving parents, and to accomplish all his dreams.

On top of that, the baby was living proof that you cheated on your then-boyfriend. Definitely, you weren’t proud of yourself. The father of your baby was a bit of a jerk, but, when he found out about your pregnancy, he showed nothing but support. It was surprising, but it felt great to have him by your side.

Giving your son up for adoption was devastatingly hard. But it was the best for him. After that, you spent the last sixteen years wondering what he had become. Every boy you met that’d match his age; you’d wonder if it was him. And sometimes, you’d regret abandoning him. In those moments, crying was the only solution.

As hard as possible, you resist the urge to fall asleep, but the headache is making this battle hard to fight.

“Ma'am,” you hear a distant voice.

Those words echo in your mind, and strangely, it feels like this voice is a familiar one. The pain must be causing some hallucination, you think. But as hard as you can, you try to find out who could be the owner of that voice.

While you think, your eyes open a bit before closing again. Your hand remains on your head, and suddenly, you remember who it is. It is the father of your firstborn.

As you realize who it might be, you shake your head. It’s impossible to be him. After the birth of your baby, you went separate ways and never heard of him anymore. Sometimes, you hope to meet him again to check what he has become.

That man was handsome as hell so you’re absolutely sure that he found someone, got married, and had children. From time to time, you think about him and wonder if he also thinks about your baby as much as you do. Maybe he doesn’t since you’re convinced he has new children to think of.

But that’s silly of you to think that because after your firstborn, you had three other adorable children: two girls, Jia and Jiwoo, and a little boy, Jeong. Being their mother and caring about them never made you forget about your first.

On top of being a mother, you also got married to Minkyu. You met him three years after giving birth, and you were convinced he was the love of your life. However, you ended up divorcing after eight years of marriage. It wasn’t easy, you felt like a total failure. Now, you’re living on your own, sharing custody of your three babies with your ex-husband. Luckily, you remained on good terms, you’d even say you’re friends now.

For the past two years, you’ve been focusing on yourself which means no relationships. But that doesn’t exclude one-night stands. You’re very careful as you don’t want your children to one day stumble upon one of the guys you’ve been fucking with. And you also want to avoid getting pregnant again.

When you planned on stopping the pill to have a child with Minkyu, your gynecologist told you that you seemed to be the fertile type. She was quite right since you got pregnant right after stopping the pill. In three years, you had three kids. So, it explains it all. And it also explains how you easily got pregnant at sixteen, the only time you didn’t use protection.

Now, you’re wondering if this is how your life ends. You’ve last seen your kids four days ago, you’re probably never going to fall in love again, and you’re never going to see your firstborn. This is a tragic way to die. Your mind only thinks about your babies.

Although your mind feels disconnected from your body, you sense a pair of strong arms lifting you up.  Your body is completely sore, and even being held in someone’s arms is painful. The person is talking to you, or at least talking to someone but your brain doesn’t process the words at all.   

Then, the pain knocks you up.

Jungkook and his team got called for a car accident involving several cars, and when they arrived, the scene was horrific.

There are probably five cars pressed and smashed one against the other. There are people injured and bleeding walking around the scene. Paramedics are already taking care of them, but Jungkook is walking to the cars to retrieve the people stuck inside. His captain screams orders and tells him which car he should go to.

His eyes look around, his heart breaking when he sees everyone involved and still stuck in their cars. Visions like this are quite common for him, it doesn’t happen all the time but it’s still recurrent. At the end of the day, his job is to save people in this type of situation.

When he reaches the car, he was assigned to, he takes a look at how many people there are inside. There’s just one person, a woman behind the steering wheel. She has her hand on her head, clearly showing that she might have a headache. She doesn’t really move. Instantly, Jungkook tries to open the door, but it’s showing a bit of resistance.

It feels impossible to open the door, but Jungkook sees the woman’s head falling. He’s getting worrier; she’s slumping into sleep which isn’t a good sign as she was holding her head barely seconds ago. He then proceeds to break the window so he can try to open it from inside. There are other possible ways, but it would be harder and more dangerous to get her out of the vehicle.

“Ma’am,” he says with urge.

Eventually, he manages to open the damn door from the inside. A good part of the car’s front is crashing into her. Before even thinking of taking her out, he places a cervical collar to protect her neck and spine.

“Ma’am,” he repeats. “Can you hear me?”

She doesn’t answer at all. Jungkook gets closer, his fingers brushing the hair from her face, but when he finally gets to properly see the woman’s face, his heart skips a beat. This woman is none other than you. His mind can’t start to get lost in the past right now. He needs to focus on taking you out of the car.   

You’re in pretty bad shape.

There’s blood on your forehead, you most probably have a wound on top of your head. There’s also blood at the level of your stomach, turning your green shirt into a very dark color. He can distinguish a big fragment of glass shoved into your belly. It doesn’t look good. Your legs are also completely smashed by the front, causing the steering wheel to be very close to your body.  Hopefully, your legs aren’t too injured. He doesn’t even want to start thinking about all the bruises on your body.

Slowly, he places one hand behind your back while his other hand slowly pushes your legs. He’s trying to be as careful as possible to avoid causing any other injury.  His strong arms hold you once he manages to fully remove you from the car. His eyes look down at your face with evident pain. He notices how you’re trying to open your eyes which makes him think that you’re trying to fight the urge to fall asleep.

“Yn,” he says while walking to an ambulance. “Please, stay with me,” he whispers with despair. “I’ve finally found you, and I can’t lose you right away.”

A tear streams down his face as Jungkook begins to run. “Fuck, fuck,” he mumbles when he realizes that you’ve now fallen asleep.  “Help me here,” he shouts to some paramedics.

Two people run in his direction with a stretcher, and he carefully places you there. His eyes never leave you until you’re placed inside an ambulance.

Never did he think he’d find you like this. For the past sixteen years, he imagined the many ways he’d stumble upon you. He thought of meeting you randomly one day in the streets, in a shop, or even in a restaurant. Meeting you after a car crash wasn’t on his mind at all.

Jungkook then proceeds to take care of the other people stuck in their cars. His job isn’t over yet, other people are waiting for his help. Thankfully enough, after so many years of experience, he’s able to focus on what he has to do.

Slowly, you open your eyes. Instinctively, you place your hand on your head since you last remember having a headache, but it doesn’t hurt—at least not anymore. For a brief moment, you close your eyes again while trying to understand what happened.  

Once you open your eyes once more, you look around to realize that you’re lying on a hospital bed. You’re in a room, an individual one. Although you’re alone in a room, can hear many people talking outside.

In the midst of all the noise, you distinguish your sister’s voice. You can’t really understand what she’s saying but she seems worried. Somebody is talking to her, but you don’t recognize the voice. After a little while, your sister opens the door to join you.

A smile appears on her face when she sees you awake. “Yn,” she says before hugging you. You wrap your arms around her, she’s holding you tight. There’s no need for her to speak for you to understand she was dead worried. It also leaves you wondering if you’re really in a bad situation.  When she finally takes a step back, you can see how worried she is.

“I was death worried,” she says. “I thought you died.”

Those words crunch your heart. The simple thought of picturing your sister thinking that is heartbreaking. However, you’re still here. Maybe not in your best shape but you’re still alive.

“Death was too afraid of me,” you jokingly say.

“It’s not funny,” she’s definitely annoyed that you’re joking. “It’s very bad, yn.”

Her eyes don’t betray her, it doesn’t look great. For sure, it’s bad since you remember seeing your car completely destroyed. Memories of the car crash come back. It happened quite fast. The car in front of you didn’t notice the car on the left. Two vehicles in front of you suddenly collided with each other. Due to the small distance and minimal reaction time, you were unable to stop in time, which led to you colliding into the cars. The same happened to the cars behind colliding into you.

“Two people died in the crash, yn, and the doctors didn’t give me many details when they called me,” she explains.

“How long have I been here?” you ask.

It leaves you wondering how long it has been since the car crash happened.

“Almost two days,” she informs.

“Oh,” you simply say.

Your sister then proceeds to explain to you that you went through a couple of surgeries.

When you arrived, you had a glass shoved into your stomach and it caused some damage. You were bleeding internally so you first had surgery to remove the glass and stitch any part of your intestines that needed to be repaired.

On top of that, your knees were destroyed and a part of your hips was broken. So after the stomach surgery, you went through a long surgery to repair your knees, and later on, another one to repair your hips.

Your sister doesn’t know the specificities of the surgeries, but those surgeries are already a lot. She also tells you that you evidently have bruises and scratches all over your body. It definitely sounds bad, but you’re under the influence of painkillers so you don’t really feel anything so far.

“Where are Jia, Jiwoo, and Jeong?” you ask looking around.

“Minkyu took them back home a couple of hours ago,” she tells you.

If your sister was dead worried, you can’t even start to imagine how your kids were feeling. You have such a strong bond with them, and they are still so young; your little Jiwoo is only four years old. You don’t even doubt that they started imagining the worst.

“How are they?” you ask.

“As you can imagine, it’s been harder for them than for anyone else,” your heart aches. “They’ve been crying a lot.”

You close your eyes, holding back the tears. It breaks your heart to have put your babies through this. Even though it’s far from being your fault, you never want to hurt your babies like that. Your role as a mother is to protect them.

“We’ve all been there for them,” she adds.

A tear runs down your face.

“Don’t worry, big sis,” she says before hugging you once more. “They’ll be so happy to see you fully awake.”

You hold her tight in your embrace to comfort you in some kind of way. For a little while, you both stay like this.

“There’s been a firefighter coming to visit you every day,” she whispers in your ear. “A handsome one, actually.”

A little giggle escapes your lips.

“Stop saying nonsense,” you give her a little tap.

She takes a step back with the brightest smile on her face.

“I’m very serious, yn,” she says. “The firefighter that saved you has been coming to check up on you.”

Well, it sounds like he’s kind of adorable. It’s definitely very sweet of him to take the time to check up on you after saving your life.

“He’s extremely hot too,” she adds.

“Stop it,” you say. “You’re exaggerating!”

“I am not!” she instantly replies. “You’ll see when he comes.”

You roll your eyes. She’s definitely unbelievable as always, but she’s your sister. You love her beyond comprehension because she was your very first baby. You have a ten-year gap and you’ve been taking care of her since the very first minute she was born. Your parents had her very late; they were almost 40 years old but the happiest.

When you were around two, they started trying to have a second child. However, it didn’t go as planned. Your mother suffered two miscarriages and after that, it became even harder to have a child. Eventually, when you were around eight, they gave up. They were happy to have you and settled with the idea that you’d be an only child.

But against all odds, a year later, she got pregnant. The pregnancy went to full term, and that’s how you became a big sister.

The gap between you was harder around your teenage years. All you were thinking about was boys, and all she wanted was to play. She also wanted to have a younger sibling, but your parents were already too old for that. Your mum said that she couldn’t handle another big age gap between her kids.

Your sister was the happiest when you announced your pregnancy at sixteen. She was only six back then, and that baby would have been like the little sibling she always desired to have. She was devastated when you explained to her that you wouldn’t keep the baby. Your parents were too but they understood and supported your decision.

Outside your parents, nobody ever knew that Jungkook was the father of your first son. At first, your ex-boyfriend thought that he was the father, that maybe a condom broke and that’s how you got pregnant. But you always knew that he wasn’t the father. It simply wasn’t possible. It all got confirmed when you birthed a baby that looked a lot like Jungkook.

You still remember how heartbroken your ex was, and you couldn’t blame him. The breakup was too hard to handle back then so you never told anyone who the father was, except for Jungkook. He deserved to know the truth. You weren’t expecting much from him as he was the basketball star of your school team. And above anything else, he was a complete jerk.

Nevertheless, he proved you wrong when he supported you. He was by your side for the entirety of the pregnancy. He came to all the ultrasounds and gynecologist's appointments. He was there, and he completely stopped being a jerk to your eyes. Eventually, you became closer, but you refused to be more than friends even though you had strong feelings for him.

Why?

Because it’d be too hard to stay with him after giving up your son for adoption. Jungkook was also supposed to leave for one of the best colleges after that. It was in another city, and you knew he’d stay if you dated. You refused to let him give up his dreams for you. You broke his heart; you could see it in his eyes, but it was for the best. If you were meant to be, you’d find your way back. But it never happened. After that, you completely lose contact.  

There’s a knock on the door. Your sister proceeds to open it, letting the person come in. “Speaking of the devil,” she turns her head to look at you with the brightest smile on her face.

When the famous live-savior firefighter enters, the entire world completely freezes. The firefighter is none other than Jungkook. Your heart skips a beat when your eyes meet. After all these years, you finally see him again.

A smile spreads on his face when he sees you awake. You can tell that he’s relieved. For an instant, you take a proper look at him. He’s still wearing his firefighter uniform, indicating that he most probably came from a mission — if that’s the correct word to use. His hair is very short and a tiny bit messy. Above anything else, he absolutely looks tired, the dark circles under his eyes betraying him.

“Hi,” he simply says as he takes a step inside.

“Hi, Jungkook,” you reply.

Your sister is at first taken aback by the fact that you know his name, but as she takes a proper look at your facial expressions, she can tell that you know him.

“I’ll leave you two,” she says before disappearing.

“How are you feeling?” he asks while getting closer.

“I guess fine for now, but not sure, how I’ll feel when the painkillers will no longer have any effects.”   

His eyes scan your face while yours do the same. His beauty is still breathtaking; you’d even say that he aged like fine wine.

“Thanks for rescuing me from the car crash,” you add.

“No need to thank me,” he instantly replies. “It’s part of my job.”

“I still need to. Without you, I wouldn’t be here today.”

Even though it’s part of his job, he saved you, and he deserves to be thanked for that. You would have said it to any other firefighter.

“It’s good to see you awake,” he says.

There is so much you want to say to him, but at the same time, now that you have him in front of you, you don’t even know what to say.

“I just quickly passed by to check up on you,” he informs you. “I need to get back to work.”

“No problems,” you reply. “Thanks for coming.”

“Would you mind if I come back later?” he nervously asks.

Your heart is now racing in your chest. Of course, you want him to come back so you get to catch up and find out how he went from basketball player to firefighter.

“No, I wouldn’t mind,” a little smile appears on your face.

“Thanks,” he says before waving goodbye and leaving your room.

Seconds later, your sister storms inside your room. She has that expression on her face that says: ‘who the hell is this guy?’.

“Who is he?” she asks while taking a seat.

She’s definitely expecting to hear something like: “he’s a guy I slept with after my breakup”, or “I met him at a bar”, or anything of that sort because it was obvious there was something going on between you. The look you both had wasn’t saying we were simply friends. It was a look screaming “something hot and sexy happened between us”.

“The guy that knocked me up sixteen years ago.”

“Mama,” your oldest daughter, Jia says. “When are you leaving the hospital?”

An hour ago, the doctor in charge of you came to explain the extent of the situation to you. Since you now have metal wires in your knees, you’ll have to go through a long recovery, and you’ll have to follow physiotherapy to learn how to walk again.

On top of that, your intestines were stitched, and it will definitely be hard for a moment to eat and drink. So, for at least ten days, you’ll remain in observation at the hospital. There is for sure a very long recovery ahead of you, but what matters is that you’re still alive.

For what is coming, you know you can count on your family’s support, and without any doubts, seeing your babies will help you navigate the hard times. Obviously, you’re also very self-aware that sometimes, it might be too hard, and during those times, even your support system won’t be enough.

“I’ll stay for a little while, boo,” you answer.

She seems a bit sad by your answer which is totally understandable. Briefly, you take a look at Jiwoo and Jeong to see if they also look sad, and they have the exact same facial expression as their older sister.

Your ex-husband, Minkyu is also present. It’s logical since it’s his week with them, and also because you were literally in a coma. When your eyes meet, you give him a little smile. By the way he’s looking at you, he definitely seems worried.

“But you’ll see, time will go by super-fast,” you try to reassure them. “And very soon, I’ll be home with you.”

You can’t wait to go home and be with them even though for a little while, due to the recovery time, it won’t be easy at all. But you’ll be with your babies which honestly is the only thing that matters.

Your babies jump on the bed and hug you. Feeling all this love coming from the little human beings you create warms your heart beyond comprehension. Although the pain is starting to kick in, you pretend like you don’t feel anything because you want to savor this moment with them.

Jeong, your son, shows you what he drew at school for you. He takes the time to explain what it represents. It’s definitely adorable. Then, Jiwoo tells you how her day went by. She played a lot with her friends, she learned to count until 20, and her teacher told her she was an amazing learner. Her face was shining, and you couldn’t be prouder.

Your oldest daughter doesn’t speak much, letting her younger siblings talk. You then try to make her talk about her day, but she bursts into tears, hiding her face in your chest. Your heart definitely breaks while you hold her in your arms.

“What happened, boo?” you caress her back, trying to comfort her as much as you can.

She’s heavily crying, your shirt getting wet with her tears.

“My little boo-boo,” you whisper. “What’s going on?” you add. “Tell me.”

She hugs you even more which squeezes your heart. You don’t like seeing your babies like that.

“I thought you were dead, mommy,” she sniffs.

“Oooh, my boo-boo,” you really want to cry at her words. Imagining her thinking that is one thing but hearing her saying it out loud is something completely different. “I’m so sorry.” That’s all you can say.

Jiwoo and Jeong join the hug, trying in their own way to comfort their big sister. This is a heartwarming hug, and it comforts you beyond comprehension. It’s hard to see them like that, but it’ll get better with time. Minkyu joins you for what is like a family hug now. This right here is the only thing that you need.

After this uplifting moment, your ex-husband and babies leave you alone in this cold hospital room. They need to go back home; the kids need to wash, do their homework, and get ready for bed. You wish they could have stayed longer because you don’t want to stay alone.  

The pain is now unbearable, and it honestly scares you for the long recovery awaiting you. Luckily, right after your family left, a nurse came in to give you dinner together with strong painkillers.

The food is —as imagined— disgusting. There’s nothing you can do about it, but tomorrow, you’ll try to convince your sister to bring you a pizza or sushi or some fast food. There’s no way you’ll survive ten days with this horrible food.

A little later, someone knocks at the door. As promised earlier, Jungkook appears inside your room with a bright smile on his face. You return the smile as it honestly makes you happy that he’s here.

“Hi,” you say.

For a brief moment, your eyes linger on his figure. He’s no longer in his firefighter uniform;  he’s dressed in an all-black outfit that, in all honesty, suits him well. A pair of jeans, a tight shirt, and a leather jacket give him an entirely different vibe from earlier. His hair, now perfectly arranged, makes him look strikingly similar to how he did sixteen years ago.  

“Hi,” he walks closer to you.

His eyes notice the serving tray with the empty plate.

“Was it good?” he points to the empty plate.

“It definitely wasn’t,” a little laugh escapes your lips while you shake your head. “The good thing is that the dessert was a chocolate mousse.”

Jungkook’s smile grows bigger on his face.

“Your favorite dessert,” he whispers.

Now, you’re the one smiling more. When pregnant, you could eat a chocolate mousse without growing tired of it. Due to that, you gained quite some weight during your first pregnancy. Anyway, it was the least of your concerns since you knew you were about to give your son up for adoption.

“You still remember…”

“How couldn’t I?” he instantly says. “You were eating it night and day.”

You giggle as you remember it.

“You weren’t helping too,” you accuse him. “Whenever I’d ask for one, you’d make it, and you’re a good cooker.”

Jungkook was your personal chef. Whatever dish you’d ask for, he’d prepare it. His mousses were so delicious that you found yourself always craving them. The ones from the supermarket simply couldn’t compare to Jungkook’s.

“Well, for my defense, I couldn’t let a pregnant woman starve,” he puts his hands up.

It doesn’t feel like sixteen years happened since you last spoke. It’s great you found each other again. It wasn’t under great circumstances, but he’s here now.

“That was nice of you,” you gently say.

“Do you mind if I take a seat?” he points to the chair near your bed.

“No, no,” you shake your head.

Jungkook sits down before turning to you. He’s incredibly close now, allowing you to get a better look at him. He’s definitely gotten older, the wrinkles on his face can’t lie. The beginning of a beard is also easily noticeable.

“How bad does it hurt?” he seriously asks.

“Is it that obvious?” you say.

Jungkook nods. Honestly, this time around the painkillers aren’t helping much. Your entire body aches, you can’t even say which part hurts more.

“It’s pretty bad,” you answer. “Even with the painkillers now, it hurts like hell.”

“If you want, I can call a nurse,” he suggests.

“No, it’s fine,” you answer. “I’ll probably need to wait a bit more before it really takes effect.”

Jungkook doesn’t really listen to you since he leaves the room. You roll your eyes but with a big smile on your face. It’s incredible how he didn’t change after all these years. He used to never believe you when you were in pain.

A few seconds later, he comes back with a nurse. They are talking, and he’s explaining that I’m in extreme pain. He’s exaggerating a bit the reality. However, the nurse administers you a stronger painkiller and she also tells you that you shouldn’t hesitate to call her if you’re suffering. Then, she leaves. Slowly, you’re finally feeling the pain going away.

“You didn’t need to do that,” you tell him once the nurse leaves the room.

“Yes, I needed,” he instantly says. “There’s no way I was leaving you suffering unnecessarily.”

Jungkook seems definitely concerned.

“You don’t have to play the strong girl after this terrible car crash.”

He’s not wrong, but this is one of your flaws. You’ll only take a painkiller unless you don’t have much of a choice. Most of the time, you don’t take anything as you’re convinced you can handle anything.

You simply nod while Jungkook sits again on the chair. This time, you start talking about what has been going on in your lives for the past sixteen years.

Jungkook barely managed to finish his college years because he honestly had his mind somewhere else. After all, he had become a father, given his son up for adoption, and had his heart broken by the girl he always had a crush on. He didn’t mention the last part. He had tremendous regrets about how everything went down.

Right after college, he became a firefighter; a passion he randomly discovered the summer before. Saving lives, and helping others in need is what truly fulfills him. He considers his job as his own therapy even though it’s not always easy to deal with the horrific visions he might encounter.

Eight years ago, he met a French girl who had recently moved here. They fell in love and had a little boy, Noah. He’s four years old today; the same age as your youngest daughter. His eyes were filled with love when he started speaking about him. He said his boy is a mini version of his mother so he barely looks Korean. He even has blue eyes.

However, he’s no longer with her. They broke up three years ago and they aren’t really on good terms today. She already threatened to move back to France with Noah. They went through a tough legal battle for their son’s custody. It’s a shared one, and Jungkook’s parents are the intermediates between them. They pick up Noah at her place to bring him to Jungkook’s, and vice versa.  

It honestly broke your heart to hear about all that. It doesn’t seem to be an easy situation, and hearing his story makes you feel even more grateful for the good relationship you maintain with Minkyu.  

Then, you proceed to tell him about what your life has looked like for the past sixteen years.

“Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about our son,” you honestly say.

Four months ago, on the 2nd of June to be precise, your son turned sixteen. He’s the age you were when you gave birth to him. Since that day, you’ve definitely been wondering what he has become. Is he also about to become a father? You hope not.

“Well, I always think about him, but lately, it’s been more than usual,” you explain. “And I also imagine him with my other kids, and I wonder what bond they’d have.”

Jungkook only nods. “I get that,” those are his only words.

You refrain from continuing to talk about your son as it seems to affect him in some way. Maybe it’s simply too hard for him to think about that son you didn’t keep. You understand that so you prefer to stop talking. But his next words definitely catch you by surprise.

“I’ve found our son.”

Seventeen years ago

As you step inside the pretty big basketball court, your eyes immediately look for a place to sit. There aren’t many people watching the team’s training. You place yourself in the very last row, almost as if you’re trying to hide yourself —or to hide your little secret.

Instinctively, your eyes look for Jungkook, the best basketball player. He’s the reason for your presence. Quickly, you take a look at your watch. The training should be over soon.

Your heart is beating crazily in your chest. What you have to tell him isn’t easy, especially since you don’t really know what to do. You’re actually even convinced that he’ll tell you to fuck off. Jungkook is known to be a jerk after all.

The man notices you while running in the court. His eyebrows frown, as you’re the last person he was expecting to see here. The past month has been hectic because things have been hot and cold with you. For a while already, he has been having a massive crush on you, but he’s never said anything because you’re in a relationship with Minho.

Even though he’s known to be an asshole, he never wanted to be the reason for your separation. However, last month, you had sex, and you’ve been feeling guilty since then. He can only understand you so he’s stayed away to give you the space you need. Nevertheless, you would sometimes interact and to his surprise, you’d be nice.

“Jungkook,” someone screams.

He grabs the ball that is thrown at him, and he’s focused again on the game. The end comes rapidly. Jungkook walks directly in your direction and you give him a little smile. As he gets closer, he instantly notices the sadness in your eyes. He sits down next to you with heavy breathing. His face is red, his hair is wet, and he’s all sweaty.

“Hi,” he says with a smile.

“Hi,” you reply.

Deep down, he’s kind of hoping you’re here to tell him that you’ve broken up with Minho. That’s all he’s ever wanted, especially since he slept with you.

“How are you?” he asks with evident concern.

“Not good,” you bite your lower lip, tears already forming in your eyes.

Jungkook directly pushes you into his arms to comfort you. Tears stream down your face while you hold him tight in your embrace. You hold him as if your world depends on it. Quickly, you start sobbing which breaks Jungkook’s heart. He’s definitely worried now, especially since he would have never imagined you coming to cry into his arms. He gently rubs your back in silence, letting you cry in peace.

This scene seems unreal to him.

After a little while, you take a step back to clean your face, dabbing at the tears that seem to not stop. You’re sure you look like a complete mess right now with your red eyes, face ravaged with tears, and trembling hands. Jungkook is staring at you, his gaze filled with heavy unspoken words.

“Sorry,” you mumble.

“Don’t worry,” he replies.

Jungkook tugs a strand of hair behind your ear.

“It’s not easy what I have to say,” you admit.

“It’s okay,” he gently says. “Take your time.”  

Jungkook has never been a jerk with you. He’s definitely a tease, and he’s been teasing you for months now. But he has never been mean or rude. Even though it’s been quite obvious to you that he was flirting with you all this time, he’s been nothing but respectful and never crossed the line.

But that was until you couldn’t resist him anymore.

Obviously, he’s a very handsome guy and it flattered you a lot that he was interested in you. However, you’re in a relationship with Minho. He’s been your boyfriend for a couple of months, and you adore him. But Jungkook has shaken everything up. It was obvious that one day you would surrender to temptation.

Jungkook is very good in bed, there’s no doubt about it. Your one-night stand was a memorable one, but you’ve felt nothing but guilt since then. And you also hate yourself. How could you have done that to Minho? He’s been nothing but an angel to you. You clearly don’t deserve him.

“I’m pregnant,” you admit.

Jungkook’s body freezes completely. Of all the things he was expecting to hear, this definitely wasn’t one of them. This is quite a bombshell! This will forever change your life, and he can only sympathize with you. Now, it leaves him wondering if he’s the father.

“Is it Minho’s?” he asks after a couple of seconds. “Or mine?”

“It’s yours,” you inform him.

Although this is a piece of very destabilizing news, he kind of feels proud to be the father of your child. It’s a weird feeling but the chances of him being the father are quite low since you’re in a relationship.

“You’re sure?” he asks.

“Of course, I am,” you almost sound offended. “I always use protection with Minho,” you whisper. “And if you remember correctly, we didn’t.”

“Right,” he nods.

You were so in the heat that a condom was the last thing you both thought of, but you used the pullout method. Looks like it wasn’t the brightest idea. It would have been best if you had been more careful. Now it’s too late to go back in time. Now, there’s a baby on the way.  

“I’m so scared to tell him,” you admit.

Tears start running down your face again.

“What will I become now?” you add. “My life is ruined.”

Jungkook cleans your face because he doesn’t like to see you in this state.

“Your life isn’t ruined, yn,” his thumb caresses your cheek.

“How can’t it be ruined?” you desperately say. “I’m pregnant; I'll give birth in less than nine months. My life will all be about that baby, I’ll have to drop school, and I’ll have to be a parent when I’m still a kid.”

The man in front of you can only understand your despair. His life will also drastically change from now on. Most probably, he’ll also need to give up on his dream college to work and provide for this baby.

“I’m here, and we will find a solution,” he whispers. “You’re not alone.”

You shake your head. There’s no way you’ll find a solution. It is simple: there’s a baby on the way, and outside that, there’s the whole situation where you cheated on your boyfriend.

“And Minho will be completely heartbroken,” you start crying even more. “Out of all people, he’s the one that doesn’t deserve that!”

Jungkook doesn’t know what to say. For sure, it isn’t great to cheat on your partner, but he knows he’s very much capable of doing it without having any remorse. He’s perfectly aware that he isn’t the greatest guy on earth when it comes to love. Even though he has a crush on you, he isn’t convinced he’d be the right one for you.

“My life is destroyed,” you repeat once more.

The basketball player pulls you once again in his embrace. His strong arms are comforting, and you realize now that you did great by coming to talk to him.

“We’ll find a solution,” he whispers in your ear.

Little did you know at that moment that he was right. A week later, you both agreed to give your son up for adoption. It wasn’t an easy decision, but it was the best one. You could feel it inside your bones.

From your room’s window, you admire the landscape that stretches before your eyes. The view isn’t the prettiest but at least, it’s something different than the tv. For the past three days, you could only be lying and sitting on your bed. It’s been horrible.

Jungkook has been coming every day to check up on you, and you’ve been talking a lot. It’s honestly so great to reunite again and to finally discover what he has become for the past years.

Your sister has been very curious about your reunion with the father of your firstborn. She also asked if Minkyu ever knew about him. You never hid from your ex-husband the existence of your first child, but you never told him who the father was. There was no need to do so.  

Your sister informed your parents who saved you, and they already saw him again. They really liked him when you were pregnant, so they were very happy to meet him again.

Jungkook didn’t tell them that he found your firstborn, and you’re grateful he didn’t because you don’t even know what to do. You asked him to give you some time to process the information. He’s been nothing but respectful.

This morning, you started walking for the first time since the surgery. It was beyond painful to even move one leg, but you bear with the pain of walking a little bit. Since the first day, you’ve been having physiotherapy sessions to help with the recovery. At first, the sessions only consisted of moving your legs while remaining in bed. Now, you get to walk a bit.

The physiotherapist handed you a cane today. It’s incredibly glamorous!

The good side is that you can now move from the bed to the chair more easily. You obviously still need a lot of help, but it gives you a bit more freedom.

Slowly, you try to stand up as you need to go to the bathroom. Right there, someone knocks at the door before entering. You expect to see the nurse since you call for her, but you’re surprised to see Jungkook. As he notices you struggling to get up, he rushes to help you out.

“Shouldn’t you be asking for the nurse to help you?” he asks.

“The nurse should be coming,” you reply.

“Is it okay if I place my hands on your waist?” you shake your head.

His hands instantly reach your waist, holding you firmly while you stand up with shaky legs. Feeling his presence around you reassures you, especially with his strong arms holding you. Your eyes quickly glance at him when you’re proudly standing up, and he looks incredibly hot with his red cheeks and messy hair.

At this precise moment, you feel like your teenage self, who was deeply attracted to him. The version of yourself who had deeply fallen in love with him when you were pregnant. That nostalgic feeling kind of warms your heart.

“I’m happy to see you finally out of that bed,” a smile spreads on his face when your eyes meet.

His stare is softer now, and it’s evident that he truly means what he just said.

“Me too,” you admit. “Couldn’t stand being on that bed anymore,” you laugh a little. “It’s been driving me crazy.”  

The nurse finally arrives, but she instantly leaves as you inform her that Jungkook is helping you.

At a very slow pace, you start walking in the bathroom’s direction. Jungkook stands next to you, his hands very close to you, ready to catch you any minute.

“I’ve been thinking,” you start saying as you put your right foot in front of the other.  

“About?” he asks.

It’s extremely frustrating to be walking as fast as a turtle, but there’s not much you can do right now.  You have brand-new knees, so you need to learn to walk with them, which will take some time. Plus, you also need to adjust to the pain these new knees cause.

“About our baby,” you answer.

Jungkook is taken a bit aback; he wasn’t expecting you to bring the topic up this early.

“About Sunny,” you add.

Sunny is the nickname you gave to your son. Neither you nor Jungkook wanted to give him a name, as you knew it’d be too heartbreaking to let him go. The nickname came naturally, and it gave your son a human dimension. When you were pregnant, it almost didn’t feel real that there was a human inside you since you couldn’t see him.

A little smile appears on his face as he remembers how you used to call your firstborn.

“I’d like to hear the story of how you found him.”

For the past sixteen years, you’ve dreamed of meeting your son one day, but it was just a dream. You never thought that it’d actually happen. Obviously, you could have done everything in your power to find him, but that wouldn’t be fair to him. However, you’re now curious to hear how Jungkook found him.

“Well, maybe you should go first to the bathroom because there’s a lot to be said,” you simply nod.

Jungkook is wearing his firefighter uniform, and it suits him incredibly well. It definitely shows off his toned chest which could satisfy any hungry eyes, like yours, for example. Any lady would like to be saved by him.

Once you arrive at the bathroom, he waits outside for you. It takes you a bit of time to pee, wash your hands, and leave the room. It’s painful too, and all you hope for is to go through this terrible phase as fast as possible.

The firefighter helps you to sit on the chair, and his kindness warms your heart. No doubt that he makes a great life savior.

“So, tell me about Sunny,” you say the second you’re comfortably sitting.

Jungkook takes another chair to face you, and he rests his arms on the little table placed in between you.

“I found him to same way I found you,” he looks down at his hands with a little smile on his face. “I was called for a fire in a building complex almost two years ago,” he starts explaining. “It was early in the morning, something like 6 am, and it was a pretty big fire. There was a fourteen-year-old lying on the floor, coughing like crazy so I naturally took him out of the building.”

Jungkook takes a little break, his eyes going from his hands to your eyes. His stare is intense; it unsettles you at first.

“Once outside, I almost felt like I was looking at you and myself at the same time,” his voice is soft. “And one of my colleagues even said that the kid oddly resembled me.”  

You can’t imagine how it must have felt for him.

“I instantly knew it was Sunny, but I kind of didn’t want to believe it,” his eyes clearly show how sad he feels. “If it wasn’t him, it would have broken me. I was already going through shit with my ex, so it wasn’t an easy time for me at that time.”

It’s visibly not easy for him to be talking about the situation with his ex-girlfriend.

“A couple of days later, he appeared at the station with his mother to thank me for saving him. In the daylight, it was more than obvious we shared DNA. Even a blind person could see the striking resemblance, but nobody said a word as if we were all scared to say the truth.”

“That must have been an unbelievable moment,” you whisper.

“It definitely was,” he chuckles. “But looking back now, it’s almost funny. I still remember how shocked his mother was when she first saw me. Sunny looked confused, but his mother’s reaction was extremely funny.”

It eases your heart to know that he looks back at that moment with delight.

“The day after, she came back but alone this time because she wanted to talk to me.”

His right hand grabs one of your fingers to play with it, causing your heart to hammer crazily in your chest. Jungkook is incredibly nervous to be talking about those moments, and he needs to look at something else than you.   

“As you can imagine, she asked me if I was his biological father, and all I could tell her was that I wasn’t sure. I then proceeded to tell her that I had a son at seventeen and that we gave him up for adoption. She naturally asked me when he was born, and then, there weren’t any doubts anymore. He was undoubtedly Sunny,” a smile full of pride appears on his face. “I’ve been in contact with him since then, but I don’t force anything. I’m just happy to see him.”

For a moment, you look at him with wonder. This man is evidently happy to have found his firstborn and to be able to be part of his life. Jungkook didn’t really want to give his son up for adoption, and you knew it. For a long time, you considered changing your mind because it was obvious that he wanted to be a father. Even though you were in love with him, adoption wasn’t about you or him. It was about Sunny.

That baby boy deserved to have a good life. Not a chaotic one where you regretted having him because he was the impersonation of your sin, or because he destroyed your life as you became a teen mom. You weren’t able to give him what he needed, and it was the best decision to have a family giving him what you couldn’t.

“What’s his name?” you ask.

Right now, you don’t know if you ever want to meet your son. It already brings you so much joy to know he found his biological father. But you’re also wondering what his name is. He has always been ‘Sunny’ to you.

“Taemoo,” he answers.

That’s a pretty name. His parents found the perfect name for that little boy.

“It’s beautiful,” you say.

“Not as pretty as Sunny,” he jokingly says.

Your fingers wrap around his right hand. This is a vulnerable moment for both of you. It brings you back to a past where you were confronted with a harsh reality. Nothing was easy back then. You were ripped between your hearts and minds. The heart wanted to keep Sunny, but the mind was being realistic.

The tears shed from the day you had to give him up still haunt you to this day. The heartbreak painted all over Jungkook’s face never leaves your mind. That day was the hardest day of your entire life; it ripped your heart open.

“Do you think there was a possibility we could have kept him?” you ask with a shaky voice.

His eyes look up at you.

“Maybe,” he frankly answers. “If we weren’t that young and stupid, we could have been the parents he needed.”

“I definitely was stupid,” you shake your head.

“You weren’t,” he says without any hesitation. “You made a mistake, but that doesn’t make you stupid.”

“Say that to Minho,” you retort.

Jungkook giggles.

“I would never approach him, even now,” that makes you smile. “My face still hurts from his punch.”

After the pregnancy announcement to your ex-boyfriend, it was pure chaos. Minho went completely out of control due to his heartbreak. Obviously, he insisted on knowing who the father was, but you never flinched. Nonetheless, he instantly understood that it was Jungkook. He had noticed how he was constantly teasing you.   

So, the first thing he did was punch Jungkook in the face. The basketball player didn’t even fight back as he believed he deserved it. After all, he slept with a taken woman with absolutely no regrets.

Minho got even angrier because he wanted the player to respond. He was devastated by what happened, and you could only understand him. The day after, he went to another high school, and you never heard from him anymore.

“To be honest, yn,” he starts saying. “Back then, there wasn’t a possibility to keep him. My soul wanted to keep him, but it was for selfish reasons. I wanted to be a father but couldn’t be one back then. There isn’t a day where I don’t feel grateful for the tough decision you took and stand for. It would have been a complete disaster.”

His hand squeezes yours, and just right there, with his words and touch, you just burst into tears. Those tears just came by total surprise, but deep down, those are the tears you’ve been holding back for sixteen years. Hearing about your son and remembering the harsh moments you faced when he was inside you caused reality to hit you right in the face.

Jungkook instantly pushes the table aside to hold you in his embrace. You place your face on the crook of his neck while your arms wrap around him. It feels like you’re brought back to seventeen years ago when you announced your pregnancy.

“I’m so sorry,” you whisper.

“Don’t be sorry,” he responds. “You’re going through a lot now.”

There are some words Jungkook is dying to tell you, but it’s definitely not the appropriate moment. This is already shaking you up, so no need to add an extra layer.

Taemoo would like to meet you; it’s been actually one of his dreams. Jungkook has already told him a million things about you, and your son has been beyond happy to hear all those things about you. He also got to see a picture of you when you were sixteen.

So Jungkook definitely wants to tell you that Taemoo would like to meet you, but he doesn’t know if this is the right time, especially since he doesn’t know how you’ll react.

“Sometimes I regret so much that I gave him up,” you honestly say. “Sometimes it’s just unbearable to remember the day I handed him over to the adoption center.”

His strong hands caress your back in an attempt to comfort you.

“It’s normal,” he whispers. “I do too,” he admits. “There isn’t a day that goes by where I don’t think about his birth and when we said our last goodbyes to him.”

You hold him tightly, his strong arms comforting you in an unbelievable way. You don’t want to let go of him. All you want is to cry in his arms until there aren’t any tears left.

“We did well, yn,” he tells you. “Sunny has been having a wonderful life. A life that we could have never given him,” he tries to reassure you. “His parents love him so much, allowed him to follow his dreams, and gave him everything he ever needed.”

As he got to meet Taemoo and his adoptive parents, he can reassure you now.

“They are adorable people,” he adds. “And they’ve been taking good care of our Sunny.”

Jungkook spent most of his life wondering if good people adopted his son, and he would have hated himself if it wasn’t the case. But when he got to meet Taemoo’s parents, he saw how great they were. And above anything, he saw how great they raised him. Taemoo is a wonderful kid with a wonderful soul.

Hearing those words definitely reassures you. It comforts you that Sunny has been doing well and landed in a loving family. At the end of the day, that’s all you ever wanted for your baby.

“Thanks,” you whisper.

The firefighter smiles while holding you a bit tighter. For a little while, you stay like this without saying a word. Reuniting with Jungkook is the best thing that happens in the midst of all the chaos your life has become. It also allows you to think about something else other than the excruciating pain you constantly feel.  

A nurse enters your room while you’re reading one of the many books you’ve had left to read for the past years.

“There is a young man who says he’s your son. Should I let him in?”

You frown in confusion, momentarily wondering if your son has been mistaken for someone else. Nevertheless, you nod.

“Yes, please,” you say, placing your book aside and grabbing your cane to keep it close, just in case.

A soft knock sounds at the door before it opens, revealing a tall, nervous teenager. Your heart stops as you take in his face. It isn’t Jeong—but your oldest son.

As Jungkook described him a week ago, Taemoo definitely looks like the two of you. Nevertheless, his resemblance with his biological father is surprising. There is absolutely no doubt that he is Jungkook’s son. You understand now his mother’s reaction when she saw the firefighter.

“Hello,” he says, his voice tentative, holding a bouquet of bright sunflowers.

His hands tremble slightly as he steps inside. As you look a bit more at him, you can’t help but notice that he’s dressed thoughtfully, a gesture that tugs at your heart.  

This moment feels absolutely unreal. Merely days ago you found out about his name, and today he’s standing in front of you.

“I am Taemoo,” he continues.

As you look at this not-so-little man, you wonder what you could say to him, but you have no clue.

“Hello Taemoo,” you manage, your voice soft and unsteady. “Come in,” you add.

Taemoo—or Sunny as you’ve been affectingly calling him for the past sixteen years—comes closer with some hesitation. He’s clutching the flowers like a shield. Despite the nerves, there’s a quiet strength about him.

“I don’t have much to offer, but I have water, cookies, biscuits, and hot chocolate. Would you want something?” you propose.

“No, thanks,” he gives you a little smile.

“Please take a seat,” you offer while showing the chair next to yours.

For a little moment, he hesitates before sitting next to you. Your heart is hammering in your chest, ready to burst any second. The little man you gave birth to sixteen years ago is now standing before you. The same boy you gave up for adoption merely three days after his birth.

“Sorry, I didn’t properly introduce myself,” he mumbles.

As much as you want to tell him that he doesn’t need to, you need to hear him say it out loud.

“I am Taemoo, your son,” he says.

“Hello, Taemoo,” you gently say. “It’s a pleasure to meet you again.”

Tears start running down your face as you look at him. Sixteen years ago, you were holding him in your arms while your heart was completely ripped out. You were looking down at him knowing you’d have to say goodbye.

“I… I brought you these,” he shows the bouquet in his hands.

Your chest tightens as you take the flowers. “Thank you,” you say, your voice thick with emotion. “They’re beautiful—sunflowers are my favorite.”

“I know,” he murmurs, glancing at the floor. “Mr. Jeon told me.”

Your heart melts; this boy definitely seems to have a big heart. More silent tears run down your face while you look down again at the flowers.

“I have to ask,” you say after a little while. “How did you find me?”

You try to clean your face to compose yourself.

“I was in the hospital for a checkup, and I noticed Mr. Jeon at the front desk asking about you,” he explains. “I also know your name because he gave it to me when we met,” he adds.

You nod slowly, absorbing his words. It kind of warms your heart that Jungkook talked about you to Taemoo, but it aches your heart that this is how he got to meet you. You would have largely preferred you had organized this reunion.

“I’m glad you came.”

Your firstborn shifts nervously in his chair. “I wasn’t sure if I should,” he admits. “I didn’t know if you ever wanted to see me.”

It breaks your heart to hear those words as you picture him worried to come. There’s no doubt that it’s brave of him to come here. He could have stumbled upon a mother who didn’t want to see him; he was for sure aware of it.

“Taemoo,” you start saying. “You have every right to be here,” your voice slightly trembles. “I’ve spent the last sixteen years wondering how it’d be to see you again.”

But you also wondered if it was a good idea to even look for him. You never wanted to shake his world up, especially after giving him up for adoption.

“I don’t want to bother you,” he says. “I just…” he’s quite hesitating to continue his sentence, and you nod, silently encouraging him to proceed with what he has in mind. “I just needed to see you.”

“You’re not bothering me at all,” you reassure him instantly.

For a moment, silence falls between you, heavy with unspoken emotions. You don’t add anything else as you let him take the lead. He’s the one who was brave enough to come so you want him to say everything his heart desires.

“I have questions,” he finally speaks. “About why. Why gave me up for adoption.”

You swallow hard, the lump in your throat growing.

“Jungkook never told you why?” you question.

“Yes, he did but he never spoke on your behalf. He only gave his reasons.”

This is the Jungkook that you know, and it is very fond of him.

“I couldn’t be a mother,” your voice trembles. “I desired nothing more than to be a mother for you, but I couldn’t give you what you needed. I wanted you to have a life I couldn’t give you at the time.”

It’s hard to tell him why you abandoned him. You’re not even sure he can understand your reasons.

“I was just a girl when I had you; I was your age. I was so scared, but I thought only about your future. You deserved to have a good life, to have parents who would give you everything you needed. In my mind, the best thing for you was to give you up for adoption.”

There’s also the part where you cheated on your boyfriend, but that’s something he doesn’t need to know.

His expression is unreadable, but you notice his hands unclenching. This might be a good sign.

“Did you regret it?” his voice is barely above a whisper.

“Every single day,” you confess. You’re unable to stop the tears now. “The day I handed you over was the hardest day of my life. I’ve spent the last sixteen years wondering what you’ve become, but I was too afraid to find you,” you feel extremely vulnerable in front of your son. “I thought you’d hate me.”

Taemoo looks away, staring at the floor while he processes your words. It isn’t easy for him to be here and to know the truth. Jungkook said the same time. He was too young to be a father; he was a total idiot back then, and he tried to give his son the best life he could.

“I don’t hate you,” he softly says, and relief washes over you. “I never hated you because I had a good life, but I’ve spent my whole life wondering if I would have had as well a good life with my biological parents.”

You’re convinced it wouldn’t have been the case.

“Thanks for answering my questions,” he gently says.

Another silence settles between you, but less tense this time.

“Mr. Jeon…” he hesitantly says. “He told me you like books,” he says, changing the subject.

At this stage, you’re wondering what Jungkook hasn’t said about you. First, there are the flowers; now, it’s the books.

“What are you reading?”

You’re grateful he swifts the topic of conversation. It was heavy to be talking to him about your painful past. Smiling, you reach for the book on the bed, and show it to Taemoo.  

“It’s one of the books I bought years ago but never read,” he takes the book to look at it.

“I like books too,” he admits while looking at the book. “Mostly history, and fantasy too.”

Your heart warms as he gives you a small glimpse into his life.

“I’d love to know what you’re reading,” you say. “Maybe you could recommend me something?” you’re hesitant.

“Sure,” he straightaway answers. “Maybe next time.”

“Next time,” you murmur while holding onto those words like a lifeline.

Taemoo gives you a small smile. Slowly, you reach for his hand, and for a brief moment, he freezes, then lets you hold it.

“Thanks, Taemoo,” your voice is filled with emotions.

He nods with still that small smile on his face. “If you don’t mind, we could exchange numbers?” he asks with hesitation.

“Yes, of course,” you smile at him, giving his hand a small squeeze.

Your phone is on the other side of the bed, so you slowly try to get up with your glamorous cane. Taemoo stands up without any second thoughts to help you out. He’s already as tall as Jungkook; you don’t doubt he’ll be taller than him. You walk very slowly, and your son doesn’t leave your side in case you need him.

Once you’ve reached your phone, you unlock it to give it to him. “You can type your number and save it,” you say.

Taemoo freezes when he notices your background. There are three kids, and he realizes how much they resemble him. Even though he looks a lot like Jungkook, he also takes a lot after you.

“Are those my siblings?” he asks when he glances at you.

“Yes,” you answer. “I had three other kids years after you.”

“They look adorable,” he tells you before proceeding to save his number on your phone.

He calls himself, so he can also have your number. After that, he helps you to sit again on the chair before leaving the room.  The room suddenly feels empty as Taemoo leaves you alone with the flowers and the overwhelming realization that your son—the boy you thought you’d lost forever—is finally back in your life.

Today, Jungkook took a day off because he’s going out with you.

It’s not really a date —at least, that's what you’re both trying to convince yourselves. It’s been like a week that you’re out of the hospital, and he promised he’d take you on a car ride. Even though you walk better than you did some days ago, you’re still very slow. However, it doesn’t change the fact that you want to go out a bit.

For the past few days, you’ve both spent a lot of time together. It’s been great to be around you again. Things are very different now because you’re both grown-ups with kids, and there’s a lifetime that happened since you last saw each other. But he still feels the same around you. He still has that massive crush on you.

Honestly, he thought that with time, it’d fade away, but he was wrong. He understood it the second he pulled you out of that car. Being around you brings him peace. He feels like he doesn’t have to play a role; he simply can be himself.

“Where are we going?” you ask.

“Somewhere,” he quickly eyes you before focusing on the road again.

Sixteen years ago, he knew he could never have you because of the circumstances. It was obvious to him that you loved him back, but it simply wasn’t possible. However, today, things are different. He still has a crush on you, and he will do everything in his power to not let you go.

“You’ll like it,” he smiles at you.

You look at him with suspicion.

“Let’s see,” you mumble.

Since you’ve been discharged from the hospital, Jungkook has been kind of scared to put you back in a car. So, for this day out, he asked you a million times if you’d be okay. You reassured him because it didn’t really frighten you.

Your baby daddy has been thoughtfully thinking about the place he could take you to. There are for sure hundreds of places, but he wants something special. However, above anything else, he wants to distract you.

He has noticed how you sometimes contort with pain. Definitely, you try to hide it but he can see it through your eyes. Most of the time, he feels sorry to see you in that state. It doesn’t look great at all. Nonetheless, he’s been trying to help.

Taemoo has also passed by once or twice at your parents’ place. Jungkook has never been present because he wants you two to get to know each other without him being in the middle. He definitely wishes the three of you to be reunited, but let’s take this step by step. It’s difficult for everyone.

“How has it been going to come back home?” he asks.

“Not easy…” you admit. “The kids struggle to not be staying at my place, even myself.”

Unfortunately, you can’t stay alone since anything can happen and you need help. So you’re staying at your parent’s place. You’re sleeping in your old bedroom that has since been transformed into a kid’s room for your babies. Your old bed is still there, but it doesn’t feel like your actual bed.

“They cry when they have to leave with their father. They really want to stay at my parents’ place with me, but it’s already very crowded.”

Your sister still lives with your parents, she’s only 22; she’s still very young. Well, she refuses to let you call her young because, at 22, you were getting married to Minkyu.

“They understand the situation, but it doesn’t change the fact that it’s hard for them.”

Jungkook nods as he can only imagine how this situation feels for everybody. Hopefully, things will slowly get better, and you’ll be able to recover quickly.

“I don’t like to complain, but it’s already physically hard, so seeing them like that makes it harder,” you admit.

It leaves you wondering if it will be like that until the end of your recovery.

“Then, it’s a good thing I take you out for a little bit today,” he smiles, trying to change the conversation.

“It is,” you smile at him.

It’s warming your heart that he has been very present for almost a month. There hasn’t been a day where he didn’t visit you, even if it was for five minutes. You feel lucky to have him during this tough time; he’s been quite a comforting and reassuring presence.

After maybe half an hour, you reach a parking lot from a park located on a high hill. It’s a park you and Jungkook terribly loved. You’d come here towards the end of the pregnancy when you couldn’t sleep.

“So, what do you think?”

“I like this place,” a bright smile grows on your face.

“I know,” he says.

This is definitely very thoughtful of him.

Jungkook leaves the car to help you get out of it. As you think you are going to walk for a bit, the man just holds you in his arms, one of his arms under your back, and the other under your legs. You instantly wrap your hands around his neck. Your faces are pretty close, and all thoughts are shut down by the irresistible desire to kiss him.

“Since there’s a lot to walk before reaching our spot, it’s better if I bring you there,” he confesses.

“Always trying to play the superhero,” you mumble.

“Eeh, I’m not,” he straight away answers. “I’m just trying to make your life easier.”

You roll your eyes while giggling.

“I can let you walk if you prefer but don’t blame it on me afterward,” he says while slowly pretending to put you down.

“Okay, okay,” you retreat in defeat. “Take me there.”

A smile grows on his face before he starts walking in the direction of your spot. It’s a bench where you have the perfect view of the city. At night, it’s wonderful as the buildings are lightening up. You spent many nights here sixteen years ago with your head on his shoulder, and your hand on your belly. Sunny would kick quite a lot during those moments, and Jungkook’s hand would rest on your bump to feel his son.

You were young and stupid, but definitely in love at that moment. A month before your son’s birth, you shared a passionate kiss on that bench. It was a highly desired one. You shared other kisses afterward but they never felt like that first one.

Surprisingly, when you reach the famous bench, nobody is sitting there. Usually, back in the day, that bench was always occupied during the day, only being empty at night.

“It almost feels like you booked the bench,” you chuckle.

“I could of,” he answers. “But I don’t have the means.”

Jungkook sits you down on the bench before taking a seat next to you. Gently, he grabs your legs to place them on top of his. He’s aware of how painful it can be for you to have your knees bent. At least like that, they are almost flat.

“Thanks for bringing me here,” your eyes look at the handsome firefighter instead of the pretty view.

The man only offers you a gentle smile, and the two of you now look at the city stretching before your eyes. It is very different than it was sixteen years ago. The city has grown bigger, some buildings were replaced by others or some even were destroyed. Everything is different while still being the same. Like how it feels to be around Jungkook.  

“Can I ask you a question?” Jungkook breaks the silence between you.

Your eyes look back at him, and his expression is unreadable.

“Sure,” you nod.

“Would you have given us a shot if you hadn’t gotten pregnant?” he asks with some sort of hesitation.

The questions catches you by surprise as it is the last thing you thought he’d ever ask.

“To be honest, I don’t know,” you say. “I was feeling so guilty about what I did to Minho, I felt stupid, and I was avoiding you.”

Well, he felt that.

“I avoided you because I really adored what happened with you,” you say. “You were really good in bed,” he smiles at your words. “But I looked at you differently because I got pregnant.”

Sixteen years ago, you never had a conversation about your feelings for him. But it definitely looks like you’re having it now.

“You were by my side every second. You’d cook whatever I was craving, you’d be at every appointment, you’d hold me when I cried, you’d do anything when I was in pain, and you’d bring me here when I couldn’t sleep.”

Your heart is beating fast as you’re about to pronounce the next words.

“I fell in love with that Jungkook,” the firefighter’s heart is also hammering in his chest. “Not with the jerk who’d flirt with me.”

His cheeks are getting red with shyness. After all these years, and even though he knew his feelings were reciprocated, he feels like a teenager falling in love for the first time.

“We were two when we conceived Sunny, so I naturally had to get my shit together and be by your side and help you as much as I could,” he says. “I was for sure a jerk back then, but I’d always assume the consequences of my actions.”

His heart is hammering faster as he takes his courage to speak out loud about how he has been feeling about you. 

“I also had a crush on you so I also saw that as a way to spend more time with you,” now you’re the one blushing.

Anyone observing this scene from outside would instantly get how smitten you are. The person would even bet that you’re together.

“Do you still have a crush on me?” you question.

You’re way too curious, but you definitely want to know because damn, you’d kiss that man right now.

Jungkook gets closer to your face, his hands moving to your thighs to caress them. Not in a sensual way.

“What would happen if I say yes?” he whispers when his face is extremely close to yours.

“You’ll have to find out,” you teasingly say.

His eyes move from your eyes to your lips as he desires nothing but the same as you. To kiss you.    

“Yes,” he says without any hesitation. “I still have a crush on you.”

You bite your lower lip before breaking the small space between you to fervently kiss him. Having his lips finally against yours feels like a relief, almost as if you’ve been waiting sixteen years to feel them again.

The kiss is shy at first as if you’re both scared but it slowly turns into a desperate and fervent one. One of his hands goes to the back of your neck while the other remains on your thigh. Your hands cup his face while you intensely kiss each other. 

This feels like heaven for you two. You open your mouth, giving him free access to it. His tongue doesn’t hesitate one second to find yours. Gently, your tongues meet and it feels wonderful. Inside of your lower belly, thousands of butterflies are freed. Never have you thought that this would happen again although you’ve thought about it since reuniting with him.

When you’re both out of breath, you break the kiss and rest your forehead against his. For a moment, you simply look at each other while you catch your breath. Jungkook’s fingers softly caress your face, and you close your eyes to savor this moment. 

“I’ve dreamed of this since I found you again,” he admits.

Jungkook presses once more his mouth against yours. A soft moan leaves his mouth when your lips meet. He wants to keep doing this forever. He teasingly bites your lower lip which causes a moan to escape your mouth. A devious smirk appears on his face but he gets back to kissing you fervently.

Before the kiss takes a very dirty turn, you break it. “It isn’t the appropriate place for that,” you whisper.

He giggles as he realizes he was ready to take it to the next level in a public place. The firefighter presses a gentle kiss on your lips before you resume to admire the view.

After a couple of hours, he takes you back to your parents’ house. Your mind is filled with euphoria from the kisses you shared earlier, and you can’t help but smile every time you think about it. Kissing Jungkook still feels the same. It still tastes like heaven.  

When you’re home, you notice nobody’s here which is a bit weird, especially since you warned your parents you’ll take a shower today. Maybe they went for a walk since you were with Jungkook.

“Would you mind staying a bit?” you ask. “I need to take a shower, and I wouldn’t feel comfortable alone.”

“Yeah, no problem,” he says.

Jungkook assists you until you reach the bathroom and grabs underwear, a bra, pants, and a shirt from your bedroom.

“You’re sure you’ll be able to be by yourself?” he asks with concern.

“I have a stool and everything I need has been placed at the stool level,” you explain. “So don’t worry.”

Jungkook can’t help but feel worried. Even if it’d be weird to be in the bathroom with you, he’d feel reassured.

“If I need anything, I’ll call you,” you add.

There’s not much he can do, except to leave you alone.

“Okay,” he presses a gentle kiss on your lips before leaving.

You sit on the stool to get undressed. To remove your shirt and bra, it’s quite easy, but to take off your pants and panties, it’s a whole other story. Your mother has been helping you a lot with the shower part, and you’ve been feeling like a five-year-old who can’t do much by herself.

The last two showers, you’ve been able to do everything by yourself, and you’ve been very proud of yourself. However, right now, you’re struggling a lot. It’s frustrating you beyond comprehension, but you remind yourself that you need to calm down otherwise, it’ll only be worse.

After a little while, you simply resign and call for Jungkook. He arrives in a rush, and his heart breaks a little when he sees your defeated face.

“Struggling?” he asks when he notices your pants stuck at your knees level.

“I can’t push them further than that,” you pout.

He walks in your direction, kneeling before you. “Let me help you.”

His hands carefully push your pants down and throw them onto the floor. Then, before even touching your panties, his eyes look up at you, asking for your consent. Even though you called him for help, he wouldn’t want to cross any line. Consent is important, after all.

You simply nod, you don’t have much of a choice here. His fingers brush against the skin of your hips, causing goosebumps all over your body. Last time he touched you there was the day you conceived Taemoo, sixteen years ago. Your eyes are frozen on him.

Jungkook grabs the hem of your panties to push them down your legs, his fingers brushing against your hot skin. You’re now fully naked in front of him, and it feels incredibly weird although he already saw you like this. But at the same time, it feels reassuring to have him here with you.

“Do you want me to help you wash? Or would you be fine now?” he asks while standing up.

“Help me please,” you almost beg. “Not sure I’ll be able to wash if I can’t even remove my clothes,” you laugh a bit.

You try not to cry at this whole situation. It’s better to laugh at it than cry.

“Okay,” he turns the water on. “You’re going to wash your hair?”

“No, no,” you answer. “Just my body.”

The man in front of you nods and hands you the showerhead.

“Let me know when it is too hot,” he tells you.

You’re holding the showerhead with one hand while the other is below to check the water temperature. In the meantime, Jungkook removes his socks in order for him to get inside the shower.

Once done, his eyes look at you with admiration. For almost a month, you’ve been going through hell with everything that has been going on. You’ve been handling things like a champion even though it’s sometimes very clear you’re suffering terribly. He has nothing but admiration for you.

His heart swells with happiness because, in the midst of all that, you chose to let him be by your side. He even got to kiss you.

“It’s good now,” you tell him with a smile.  

Jungkook grabs the showerhead to run it over your body. He carefully executes the task while being extremely focused on not forgetting any body parts of yours.

“With my mum, we always do the intimate parts at the end,” you inform him.

“No problem,” he answers.

Once your body has been fully covered in water, he seizes the shower gel.

“Do you want to do it?” he asks with the gel in his hands.

Usually, with your mum, you do it, but with Jungkook, you’ll gladly let him do it. You really want to feel his fingers touch your body. 

“Could you please do it?” he nods.

Jungkook understands that you simply want to feel his touch, and he won’t complain as he desires nothing but to touch your soft skin.

There is nothing sexual about this moment. The two of you would even say that it’s a very intimate moment, even more intimate than sex.

The man covers your entire body with soap before holding back the showerhead to clean you. Once done, you stand up so you can clean your last body parts, which are your vagina and ass. This time around, you want to do it yourself as you feel like it could take a naughty turn if he touches you down there.

Jungkook leaves the shower. “Where are the towels?”

“In the storage cabinet below the sink,” you inform him.

Seconds later, when you cut the water, he wraps you in the towel before you sit back again on the stool.

“Thanks for your help,” you say.

As you slowly wake up, you feel a warm presence behind you which is something not normal. Since you’ve been back from the hospital, you’ve been sleeping alone in your old bed.

Then, you start remembering what happened yesterday. After the shower, your parents arrived and were very delighted to see Jungkook. A bit later, your sister came from work. Your parents naturally invited him to stay for dinner.

Once dinner was over, you practically begged him to stay the night. You then went to your room, and watched “Enola Holmes 2”, but you instantly fell asleep with your body pressed against his, your head against his chest.  His heartbeat was the little melody that rocked you to sleep.

Your eyes adjust to the light in which the room is immersed. You turn around to see Jungkook sleeping like a baby, and he looks absolutely adorable.

In this quite big bed, it seems like he’s so far away from you as he isn’t close to you. There’s a distance between the two of you that makes you smile; you know he purposely put that distance. He respects you way too much, and he wouldn’t do anything to make you feel uncomfortable. 

You turn again before closing your eyes to remember what happened yesterday. It was an intense day, but intense in a good way. As you remember the kisses you shared, you run your fingers over your lips. He still kisses like a god.  

Yesterday, you felt so much alive. You didn’t feel that way for already a couple of years. Hopefully, this is a feeling that’ll stay longer. You don’t want it to fade away so soon.   

Suddenly, the bed moves behind you. A big hand carefully wraps around your waist while a mouth presses a gentle kiss on your shoulder, and a body snuggles up against yours. Instantly, your eyes close to savor this precise moment. 

Both of you snuggle together for a little while, just enjoying the closeness of your bodies together. Waking up with someone and with his arms wrapped around you is something you haven’t experienced in a while. The last time it happened was when you were still married to Minkyu.

“Good morning, sunshine,” he whispers with his hoarse morning voice before pressing a sweet kiss on your neck. 

Goosebumps rise all over your skin because this is a beautiful way to wake up. Damn, you wouldn’t mind waking up every day to this.

Jungkook feels your shivers beneath his hand, a smirk growing on his face. It feels like a victory to have already made you feel this good so early in the morning.  

“Morning, Jungkook,” you whisper. 

Naturally, your back arches, pushing your ass back to meet his crotch which makes him groan against your skin. Your cheeks instantly turn red and you push your ass away from his intimate parts.

“Sorry,” you say.

Jungkook also feels a bit embarrassed that his little friend down there is already all turned on. But what can he say, he spent the night with the girl of his dreams.

“I’m the one who’s sorry,” he whispers. “I’m already all turned on.”

Since you’re still flustered, you don’t dare to turn to look at him. He’s also grateful for that; he would hide his face in the pillow if you ever look at him.

“It’s not a bad thing,” you say. “I mean, it’s normal.”

“I know, but it’s awkward for both of us,” he answers.

For a moment, you don’t say anything as you try to find your words.

“I’m actually flattered,” you break the silence. “Wasn’t expecting to turn someone on this early in the morning.”

Jungkook gets closer to you once more, his hard member pressing against your ass through his underwear. That feeling alone causes your walls to clench around emptiness. You also bite your lower lip to repress any moan that might escape your mouth. You’re at your parents’ house, anyone could hear you.

His arms wrap around your waist once more before he presses another kiss on your neck. A very soft moan manages to escape, causing Jungkook to feel some kind of pride. His fingers slip beneath your shirt to caress every part of your body with his cold fingers.

Your back arches at the sensation while one of your hands goes to his head, your fingers running through his hair. Your other hand goes to your mouth to muffle the sounds of your moans. You don’t know exactly what time it is, so you’re not sure if there’s somebody at the house. To be safe, it’s better not to moan like a mess.

Then, his fingers move down on your body, pushing your pajamas’ pants and underwear together. The cold air that brushes against your core makes you grow wetter. Thank god you have your hand in your mouth because there’s no doubt this would have made you moan.

His fingers slowly get closer and closer to your bundle of nerves. By the time his fingers reach your clit, you’re already completely soaked. 

“Someone else is already all turned on,” he whispers in your ear before licking and nibbling it. “Tell me what you want, sunshine.” 

The simple fact that he asks what you want is a big turn-on. Men tend to forget that during an intimate moment, it isn’t all about themselves and their pleasure. It’s about two people trying to give and have pleasure.

Your back arches a bit more, rubbing your ass more against his semi-hard cock. A deep growl echoes against your ear. Your mind is going completely crazy. There’s one thing you desperately crave right now: him inside you.

“You,” is actually the first word that crosses your mind. “You inside me with your hand on my throat,” you clarify. 

Well, the only time you had sex with Jungkook, it was pretty wild. You both discovered how much you adored having his fingers tightly around your neck. It gave a totally other dimension to the sex. It was even more intense, and you loved it.

“You’re sure?” he still asks to be sure.

He doesn’t want to cause any more pain. 

“Absolutely,” you reassure him.

Your eyes close when his free hand finds its way to your neck, his wonderful and delicate tattooed fingers wrapping around your throat. This feels wonderful, and it gets you wetter.

As you feel a moan ready to leave your mouth, you sink your teeth into your lower lip. There’s no way you’re going to muffle all your moans. This is already too wild for you, and you know it’s going to get even wilder.

“I’d give anything to see the way you look with my hand around that pretty neck of yours, sunshine” he whispers in the shell of your ear, his deep voice emphasizing the word ‘sunshine’. 

With your eyes closed, you can perfectly picture the way his hand fits on you. Jungkook can imagine it too, causing chills to run through his skin. 

While his hand caresses your neck, the other one does wonders to your clit. The torture is exquisite, nothing feels as good as having his hands on you. His hand works harder on your core to make you wetter. The man is already desperate to give you what you want. Him inside you. 

Once he feels you’re wet enough, his fingers leave your pussy alone to pull your leg up a bit, this way will be easier for him to push his cock inside you. Quite rapidly, he takes off his underwear.

“At any time, let me know if I hurt you, okay?” he whispers with evident concern.

“Don’t worry, Kook,” you say.  

His lips pepper the back of your neck with kisses. Your hand goes behind to stroke his cock a bit before rubbing it for a little while against your soaked core. 

“Shit, yn,” he groans against your skin. 

You bite your lower lip because, damn, it’s fucking hot to wake up to this.

As you feel him growing harder in your hand, you decide to push his length into your heated core. Your pussy sucks him all in, his head stretching you open as he goes further inside you.

“You always feel amazing,” he hisses once he bottoms up.

Small and barely audible moans and whimpers leave the two of you as you both enjoy feeling your bodies connected. Jungkook doesn’t move for a few seconds, giving your body time to adjust to him.

It’s been a while since you last had sex together, and Jungkook’s cock tends to be quite big. That was for sure something you’d never forget. How could you? If you compare to all the dicks you experience, he’d be the biggest.

But it isn’t the kind of big that makes it painful. It’s actually the opposite. You’d say that his dick is simply perfect.

“Move, Kook,” you give him a small slap on his ass to urge him. 

You need him, in ways you can’t even express. 

The man doesn’t need to be told twice before he starts thrusting into you very slowly and deeply with his hand still around your throat. The slick sound of your pussy soaking his cock as well as the creaky bed quickly fills the room. 

Jungkook takes all his time, he isn’t rushing anything because damn, he wants you both to enjoy this moment. His lips stay on your shoulder, pressing soft kisses to avoid moaning. His other hand holds your leg up while he rolls his hips in a way that you absolutely adore. 

The hand on your neck and his dick deep inside you are the perfect combos to make you come in a snap. None of you speak, only enjoying this torrid moment.

The man behind you feels that he’s slowly losing you, that you’re losing yourself further in the pleasure that only he can give you. So, he lightly tightens his hand around your throat to help you reach your orgasm faster. 

“Fuck,” you swear as his fingers wrap tighter around your neck. 

This is more than bliss for you, you could just come right now because of his hand but you don’t want to let go of your orgasm. You want to let it grow immensely until it becomes too overwhelming for you. You want this orgasm to be like an explosion of fireworks inside you. 

“You take me so well,” he whispers before bringing your face closer to his to press his lips against yours. Your walls clench around him causing his cock to twitch inside you. A guttural groan leaves his pretty lips, a groan that you happily swallow.  

Wanting to bring him closer to the edge, you start moving your hips in circles while he keeps thrusting into you at a very slow and torturous pace. His lips leave yours, his eyes close shut, and barely audible moans keep flooding out of his mouth.    

“Keep doing that, yn,” he pants.   

His cock goes deeper inside you, filling you up fully and hitting all the right spots which causes the pleasure to grow stronger within you. Your moans are harder to suppress, it feels good to be railed by Jungkook this early in the morning. Morning sex is honestly one of the best types of sex.

He groans deeply against your ear, your orgasm building stronger and stronger. You know that in a matter of seconds, you’ll be coming undone, and Jungkook senses it too. Your hips never stop moving in tandem with his but as you get closer to your high, your walls squeeze him harder. 

As he gets lost in the euphoria of the moment, he starts thrusting more harshly. Both of you are chasing your own orgasm while bringing the other closer to the edge. It doesn’t take you too much time to be fiercely hit by that overwhelming wave of pleasure, making you come undone around his massive cock. 

“Jungkook, fuck!” you cry with ecstasy, your hips stopping completely to move but the man behind you never stops moving. 

“Can I come inside?” you simply nod, barely able to make a proper sentence in the middle of this euphoric state.   

Both his hands move to your hips, gripping them tightly as he releases his thick load inside you. A lewd moan escapes your mouth when he pumps his hot cum inside you, pushing it as deep as possible inside you. 

For a little while, both of you stay in this position, his hands still holding you tight against him while his cock remains inside you. None of you wants to break this moment but you have to since you’ll need to leave the bed.  

Very slowly, you remove yourself from his cock to stand up from the bed. “Can I ask you to help me put on my underwear and pants?” you ask.

Without hesitation, Jungkook stands up while grabbing your clothes. As yesterday, he kneels before you to dress you. A smile spreads across your face as you look down at him. This man is, without any doubt, the kind of man you want to have in your life. He’s been nothing but a sweetheart with you.

“Thanks a lot, Jk,” you say once fully dressed.

The man carefully spreads your legs to situate himself between them.

“No problem, sunshine,” he presses a gentle kiss on your lips.

“Also, I’d like to mention that I take the pill,” you mention with a silly smile on your face. “So we won’t have any other surprise kid.”

Jungkook smiles and kisses you once more.

“I’m glad to know that,” he whispers against your lips.

Still fully naked, he stands up to assist you to do the same. Once you’re straightened up, you take the glamorous cane. At the same time, Jungkook puts his clothes back on because there’s no way he’s going to leave this bedroom naked. It’d be way too embarrassing.

This impressive man helps you go to the bathroom and, then, to the kitchen. At first, it seems like there’s only the two of you since you don’t hear any noise. However, to your surprise, when you reach the kitchen, you find your sister sitting at the table and eating breakfast.

“Good morning,” you say with evident joy.

“Only good morning to you,” she snaps back.

You frown with confusion. Your sister looks you dead in the eyes, totally ignoring Jungkook’s presence in the same room.

“I really didn’t need to know how you two conceived your first kid,” she explains.

Both you and Jungkook open your eyes wide; you weren’t expecting that at all. But there were chances that someone would have heard you. It’s definitely weird your sister was the one. You wouldn’t want to hear her having sex with someone.

“Hopefully, this time around, there won’t be any other kid,” Jungkook manages to say.  

Your sister laughs a bit. “I like this one,” she takes a sip of coffee. “He seems better than the other ones, and he’s also a lot hotter than them.”

Jungkook starts laughing as he helps you to take a seat.

“She’s funny,” he whispers to your ear.

“Don’t be silly,” you tell your sister. “And please, go find a guy so you don’t drool over mine.”

Although you haven’t defined your relationship for now, he’s flattered you consider him as ‘your guy’.

“How can I compete with a firefighter?” she teases. “Anyone will feel boring next to Jungkook,” she adds.

“If you want, I can introduce you to my colleagues,” he suggests.

“Don’t encourage her in her nonsense,” you tell him.

“Yes, please,” she says with enthusiasm.

You roll your eyes. She’s unbelievable and definitely very crazy, but that’s maybe why you love her so damn much.  

After that, together with Jungkook, you prepare breakfast while speaking with your sister. She leaves a couple of minutes later because she needs to meet with her best friend downtown. And right after her, Jungkook leaves you alone in your parents’ house which breaks your heart. However, you don’t stay very long by yourself as your kids come to visit you with their father.

Three weeks later

You and Jungkook are sitting at a table in a fancy restaurant. Your heart is beating fast with nervousness.

“Everything is going to be fine,” he tries to reassure you while resting his hand on top of yours.

“Don’t know,” you mumble.

Today, you’ve organized a dinner with Jungkook and Taemoo; your first time as a family. It’s weird to even think about it, but Taemoo really wanted to spend some time with you, together. Since he proposed this, you’ve been feeling very nervous. You’re a bit scared of how things will go when you’re finally the three of you together.

“There’s no reason for this to not go well,” he answers.

Before you can even answer, Taemoo joins you with a bright smile on his face. Like the first time you met him, he’s very well dressed.

“Hello,” he says. “I brought you these,” he hands you a tiny bouquet composed of three sunflowers. “It’s one sunflower for each of us.”

Your heart has completely melted now. This kid is so damn thoughtful, just like his biological father. His parents definitely raised him well, and it only reassures you that the decision you made sixteen years ago was the right one.

“Hello, Taemoo,” you say while standing up to hold your son in your arms. “Thanks a lot.”

Your firstborn wraps his arms around yours. This is a heartfelt moment; being able to hug him fills your heart with so much love. It feels like holding Jiwoo even though you didn’t raise Taemoo. Unfortunately, you can’t hold him for a long moment due to your wonderful knees. So he then greets Jungkook before taking a seat in the empty chair.

“Thanks for accepting this,” those are his first words.

Although he seems very happy and relaxed, you notice he’s a bit stressed.

“After seeing you separately, I really wanted to spend a bit of time with the two of you,” he starts saying. “Not sure how this will evolve in the future, but I’d like to sometimes organize this kind of diner.”

For the past few weeks, your life has drastically changed, and honestly, sometimes, you feel like it’s too much. However, having Jungkook and Sunny back in your life is what you consider to be a blessing. In all this chaos, you found two deeply important people that you left sixteen years ago.

The sixteen-year-old version of you was devasted to part ways from them two, thinking that you’ll never see them again. If she could see this today, the heartbreak would have been less painful. But that version of you is beyond happy today to see the three of you sitting at the same table.

This car accident destroyed your knees and stomach, but it has brought you Jungkook and Sunny. All of this would not be happening without this accident.

You also can’t wait to see your three other little munchkins with the man you love and their older sibling. Undoubtedly, that day will be the most wonderful day of your life. Now, you feel like you can finally truly be happy. You now have all the people you need to be happy.    

“Oh, Jungkook!” the scream echoes through the tin walls, clearly letting you know what activities your neighbor is up to.

“Fuck,” you mumble. “Here we go again.”

The bed's headboard hammers against the wall, and damn, you’re about to kill your neighbor. It almost feels like you’re in the bedroom with them. They are loud as fuck. This isn’t new at all, because your cheeky neighbor, Jungkook, is all charming and brings women quite often. The problem here is that he woke you up.

you: bro, it’s fucking 2am

You know you’ll get an answer later—if he doesn’t come after two minutes—but he’s so damn annoying. In four hours, you need to be up for work, and the shitty head is ruining your night of sleep. The urge to knock at his door and cockblock him is like burning you, but as much as you’d love to do that, you still care about your friendship. Jungkook is like the only friend you've made since moving here.

A year ago, you moved into this small apartment, seeking some freedom from your parents, but quickly realized that the building's thin walls would complicate your life. Thankfully, the neighbor sharing your bedroom wall is fun to be around.

Although Jungkook sometimes has some fun with ladies he finds in very questionable bars, he’s very nice and funny. He seems to know every gossip from your neighbors and tells them all to you the second he finds out. He also loves to bother you, as if it were his life mission.  

With your pillow in your head, you try desperately to fall asleep, but the girl’s voice keeps getting higher, her moans piercing through the pillow over your head. Jungkook’s deep voice grunts and says something you can’t understand, but it only makes her moan louder. The bed bangs harder against the wall.

This can’t keep going. As a barista, you need your eight hours of sleep, otherwise there’s no way you’ll survive the rude clients. If anything goes wrong at work after this, you’ll definitely kill Jungkook, who’s the only one to blame for it.

With a deep groan, you leave the warmth of your bed, heading straight to his apartment. The second you bang on his door, everything stops before footsteps are heard. Your heart stammers in your chest, too scared he might hate you.

When the door opens, an almost naked Jungkook stands in front of you. His toned and sweaty chest is on full display while his bottom is hidden in loose grey sweatpants. His chest also moves at a crazy fast pace, and his breathing is all over the place, just like his tousled hair. If he wasn’t your friend, you might have found your way to his bed because he looks devastatingly hot.

His intense dark gaze scares the hell out of you, but you couldn’t care less. “What are you doing here?” he says with clear frustration.

Jungkook takes the time to look down at you, clearly taken aback to see you here, and he can’t help but find you absolutely cute. Your cute and short pajamas leave little to the imagination.

“It’s 2 fucking am, Kook,” you tell him with some anger. “Can’t you both shut up and let me sleep?”

A smirk appears on his face, while a chuckle rumbles in his chest.

“Why would I do that?” he raises an eyebrow. “I’m having fun.”

“I don’t care!” you almost yell at him. “I need to sleep.”

“You never complained before…”

Your eyes dramatically roll, which only makes him chuckle more. Even though you love him, right now you don’t, and he’ll pay for it. You ignore how yet, but you’ll get revenge.

“Please choke her or whatever, but make her shut up,” you say. “Otherwise, I’ll do it myself.”    

“I’d love to see that,” he teasingly says with his damn smirk growing bigger.

“Jungkook,” you warn him, “I’m not joking.”

Your neighbor takes a deep breath, his hand running through his hair while he closes his eyes for a second. When he opens them again, there’s something in them that you can’t quite put your finger on.

“In case you hadn’t noticed, the guy down there is dead,” he gestures to his dick, and your eyes inevitably look down. There’s nothing, just as he mentions. “Somebody decided to ruin all the fun.”

“Ask for a blowjob or something else to wake your little guy,” you reply as if it was damn obvious.

“Are you for real?” he narrows his eyes. “Just go back to your place and sleep. We won’t be bothering you anymore.”

You nod before going back to sleep. As promised, silence follows, allowing you to return to sleep peacefully. When you wake up hours later, you feel so damn exhausted, and somehow, you don’t even find the energy to hate him. Probably, he hates you right now for cockblocking him, but you know it won’t last long.

After getting dressed and ready for work, you head to the elevator. Surprisingly, Jungkook is already waiting for it at the lobby.

“Good morning, Kook,” you smile at him.

“Only good morning to you, Voldemort,” he mumbles.

Anyone would be surprised by the nickname Voldemort, but it always makes you smile like an idiot. At first, Jungkook was saying it to bother you because you’re a mega fan of Harry Potter, but over time, it became a sign of affection.

“You’re mad?” you ask.

“Don’t know yet,” he honestly replies, his eyes finally looking at you.

“Will a super good breakfast prepared by your fantastic neighbor convince you not to be mad?” you try to sway him.

In order for you to get proper revenge, you need first to gain his trust again, so it’ll piss him off when you do it. A sly smile stretches across his face, and you know right there and then that you just won. Jungkook loves your breakfasts.

“Might help,” he smiles.

As promised, his breakfast was served at the coffee shop where you work, and in the blink of an eye, he devoured everything like a starved man. He definitely was starving, and even though you’re preparing your little revenge, it made you smile to see him eating everything.

The next day, Jungkook shows up unannounced at your place when a couple living next to you starts arguing very loudly. Melissa and Carter seem to enjoy arguing over the smallest things. For example, a week ago, it was because he bought the wrong tomatoes, and she made a big deal out of it. It’s funny, honestly.

“What are the popcorns for?” you ask when Jungkook steps inside your apartment.

“Their argument is juicy today,” he says, heading straight to the kitchen to place the popcorn in a bowl. “Apparently, she’s cheating,” he screams.

You laugh, shaking your head as your feet guide you to the kitchen. Jungkook is way too noisy for his own good. The two of you sit at the table, the bowl of popcorn between you, and you listen to Melissa and Carter arguing. Your kitchen connects with theirs.

“I saw you with him,” Carter yells. “How dare you deny it?”

“Because he’s just a friend!” she claps back. “Can’t I speak with friends now? Or are you the only one who gets the right to speak with women?”

This is so childish, even your nieces and nephews have more interesting discussions. But there’s nothing else really to expect from these two; they always argue over the silliest things. If they fight over tomatoes, they can’t possibly have a good conversation.

“A friend you kiss?” Carter’s voice gets incredibly higher.

Both you and Jungkook laugh with popcorn in your mouths.

“Gosh, she’s quite shameless,” you say with your mouth full. “Wouldn’t have expected it from her.”

“Oh, yeah,” Jungkook piles on, his eyes quickly looking at you with a smile on his face. “I wouldn’t have been surprised if the roles were reversed. Melissa left me speechless here.”

For a second, your eyes glance over to the man next to you. The memory of him, all sweaty and almost naked, comes up, and damn, your legs squeeze at the thought. You have to bite your tongue to push those thoughts away. He’s your friend—at least it’s what you’re trying to convince yourself.  

“Stop lying!” Carte yells all over again. “I saw it with my own eyes.”

“Maybe you should consider wearing glasses,” she fights back.

This time, none of you holds back the laughter. This Melissa is really bad at lying or finding excuses. She could have done better.

“She could have found better,” Jungkook says while laughing like an idiot.

“She could just admit it,” you add.

Somehow, this feels like watching a telenovela with him. There’s always something going on with your neighbors, and they quite entertain you a lot. You’ve laughed a lot over them, and the even funnier part is that they totally ignore how everyone is able to hear their silly arguments. Meeting them in the elevator or somewhere in the building makes it hard to hold back.

“For fuck’s sake,” Carter swears before a loud door slams.

“This time, they’ll for sure split,” Jungkook speaks with a mouth full of popcorn. “He can’t stay with a cheater.”

“I wouldn’t stay if I was him.” Who would stay with a cheater? It’ll be like accepting to torture yourself over and over again. Lucky for you, remaining in a relationship is the last of your wishes, which tends to annoy your parents.

Just like Jungkook, you tend to find rather questionable men, but as long as they give you an orgasm, it’s not important. Truth be told, sometimes, they’re absolutely bad at it, which can be frustrating, but it’s very rare.

“Me neither,” he says, his eyes meeting yours. “But first, we’d need to get into a relationship.”

You chuckle, shaking your head and grabbing a handful of popcorn. “That’d be a tragedy.”

Jungkook hates relationships, to say the least. In fact, he runs away from them as if the plague was following him. Hookups are his favorite, which you perfectly understand. The thing is that he might have a tiny little crush on you. How couldn’t he? His entire soul was drawn to you since the very first time he met you.

The thing is that he isn’t fully ready to acknowledge his crush, and he values your friendship way too much. Those moments with you, like this one, are what fill his soul. He always looks forward to being with you, and deep down, he knows he’s always finding an excuse to spend time with you.

For example, two days later, he shows up at your door because he’s absolutely bored, and doesn’t even try to hide it.

“I’m not your personal entertainer,” you tell him, not letting him in.

“Yes, you are,” he replies without even thinking. “So let me in.”

“No,” you shake your head.

The man waiting for you in the living room would clearly not be happy to see another gentleman barging in. Who would? Especially when you’re that close to getting into the warmth of your bedsheets to fuck.

“Please leave,” you tell him with gritted teeth.

“Yn?” the man calls for you while his footsteps get closer.

A bright smile grows on Jungkook’s face as he understands what the matter is here. Can he blame you? No, but man, he also definitely wants to bother you. However, he’s not going to do it because he doesn’t want you to hate him.

“Okay, I’m leaving,” he surrenders before letting you go back to your hookup. Jungkook still takes a peek inside, trying to see who the lucky guy is. “He’s a solid eight, by the way,” he says when he notices the blond man. “Have fun, dearest neighbor.”   

The two of you have this habit of rating your hookups whenever you get a look at them. His choices are sometimes not the best, but they never look too bad—as long as he has whatever he wants, it’s just fine for you.  

What Jungkook ignores is how loud you pretend to be when this blond guy fucks the shit out of you. This might be one of your revenges, and the fact that he’s bored makes it even better. He’ll have to listen to you while you spend a blissful moment with another man.

And man, you got loud. Jungkook even has to play some random video game, with the sound blasting in his ear and almost making him deaf, but at least your moans are lessened. Somehow, he understands why you disturbed him while he was busy with another woman a couple of nights ago.

The next few days are calmer, no hookups, and your neighbors are way too calm, but you still spend some time with Jungkook.

“Love your new haircut,” you tell him when you step inside the elevator next to him.

“Thanks,” he genuinely smiles.

“You’re trying to impress a new girl?” You narrow your eyes playfully.  

A sly smirk appears on his face, and you already know some shit is going to come from his mouth. Nothing good ever leaves his mouth when that smirk shows up. You already mentally prepare yourself to roll your eyes heavily.

“Maybe…” he whispers, shrugging.

Before you can roll your eyes, he steps closer and presses a gentle kiss on your cheek, causing shivers to run down your spine.   

“You’re unbearable,” you mutter, trying to ignore how your body reacts to him.

“And yet,” he says smugly as the elevator doors open, “you keep talking to me.”

This time, you definitely roll your eyes and scoff as you follow him out of the elevator. This man is clearly unbelievable. Sometimes, you even wonder how you manage to keep up with him, as he always acts bratty.

“That can change very quickly if I want to,” you say, crossing your arms.

Jungkook glances over his shoulder, walking backward down the hallway with that stupidly confident grin. The urge to slap his face tickles your hands, and if he keeps going, you might not be able to hold it back.

“You’re going to ignore me now?” he asks once in front of you.

“What if I do?” you stop in front of him, your bodies a breath away from each other.

“Yn,” he lets out a laugh, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “You always forget half of your groceries every single time and then make me rescue you.”

Well, he’s absolutely right. Without him, you’d spend your time going back and forth between your place and the grocery store. You’ve tried everything to buy all you need, but it’s useless. Luckily for you, Jungkook always has what you need at his place.

“I’ll find a solution…” you say, but it doesn’t sound convincing.

“Looks like Melissa is rubbing off on you,” he begins, his fingers running from your hair to your cheek, making you shiver even more. “You’re starting to lie as badly as her.”

For sure, it’s a lie. You won’t ever be able to find a solution as efficient as Jungkook, but what can you do? If he keeps being this cocky, you might really stop talking to him. There’s no way you’ll feed his ego more.

“It’s not the same, and you know it,” you try to defend yourself. “She cheated on Carter, and this is about me and my shitty memory.”

“Not wrong, but it still doesn’t change the fact that you’re a terrible liar,” he says with that annoying smirk still on his face.

“If you keep going, I’ll really stop talking to you, and you’ll have to find a new personal entertainer.” You push his hand away from your face so you can resume walking to your apartment.

Jungkook sighs before running after you to catch you up. Fuck, he probably messed up.

“Sorry,” he says behind you. “I still need my personal entertainer and my partner in hearing Melissa and Carter’s silly fights.”

A chuckle leaves your lips as you turn around to face him. He looks cute when he apologizes, and to be honest, this new haircut makes him look way too hot for his own good.

“Apologies accepted,” you say. “On one condition.”

“I’m all ears,” he replies.

Your lower lip is caught between your teeth. This is the perfect moment to get revenge for the sleep disruption and for the nonsense he just threw in your face. He’ll probably kill you, but you don’t care. You have to try.

“No girls for a month,” you say with a sly smile.

Jungkook instantly shakes his head, “Absolutely no.”  

His face is absolutely hilarious. His eyes are incredibly wide, his eyebrows are furrowed, and his cheeks are taking on a pink shade. Is he embarrassed or shocked? Good question, but you hope for both.   

“Then, you’ll have to find a new neighbor to bother,” you immediately turn around and walk to your apartment.

“Wait,” he comes after you, his hand grabbing your wrist to prevent you from walking away. “Are you serious?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” you tilt your head. “Did I look like I was joking?”

You definitely are, but you’re trying to see if he’ll just surrender. This will be the biggest cockblock ever.

“You’re asking me to go a full month without sex…” he runs his fingers through his hair. “You know I barely survive a week.”

“I know,” you say with the biggest teasing smile on your face. “But you compared me to Melissa and basically implied I couldn’t survive without you, which is deeply hurtful.” It isn’t, but you’re not going to say it. “It’s either your questionable chicks or me.”

“You can’t be serious,” he mumbles under his breath.

“You still have your hand to help you out,” you suggest, trying to offer him a solution.

“As if my hand could ever be like a pussy,” he shakes his head, completely defeated. You clearly handed him a dilemma, and it’s funny to watch. Even better than Melissa and Carter’s telenovela.  

“Maybe you can find something better at a sex shop,” you offer.

For sure, you’ll be the death of him before the end of the day. How can you just throw things like that as if you weren’t asking him to go without sex for an entire month? There’s no way he’ll survive that much. But he values your friendship way too much. If he has to go a full month without sex to keep hearing your bullshit when he bothers you, so be it.

“Okay,” he agrees with your crazy condition. “I’ll do it.”

To say you’re surprised is an understatement. You were expecting a lot of begging and bargaining, but definitely not him giving up that easily, especially when it comes to his mindblowing sex.

“Really?” A smile stretches on your face. “You’d choose me over your hookups?”  

“Don’t flatter yourself,” he rolls his eyes. “I’d rather use my hand for a month straight than be forever deprived of your stupid comments over our neighbors.”

You shake your head, taking whatever he says while you perfectly know that he cares about you, and even though you don’t want to admit it, it genuinely pleases you that he chooses you.

To both your surprises, you wrap your arms around him, pushing him into a warm embrace. None of you has ever been this close—unless you consider trying to put a drunk Jungkook to bed as closeness.

However, this is just the beginning of your revenge…

In the following days, you make sure to be as loud as possible whenever a man is between your legs. Damn, you’ve probably never moaned that loud, despite it being completely fake. None of the men actually manages to make you properly come.

Jungkook keeps wandering around you, as if nothing ever happened. Carter and Melissa never broke up, but they still argue like kids every day. The two of you playfully listen to their arguments. Now, you also have a new neighbor who’s like the biggest cheater in the world. He brings in multiple girls but keeps sweet-talking with his supposed girlfriend.

This is new entertainment for you and Jungkook.

jk🔥: no man tonight?

A smile appears on your face when you see the message.

you: too exhausted to open my legs 🥱

Through the thin walls, you manage to hear his contagious chuckle.

jk🔥: you sound like a whore

you: learned from the best

That isn’t true—you started long before meeting him. One-night stands have been part of your frequent vocabulary for a long time now. The sad part of it all is that you’re never satisfied. One could think that with all those guys, you’d find a way to be fulfilled, but it’s the opposite.

Sleeping with them only creates a bigger hollow inside you. Most of the time, it feels like you’re chasing after the unknown. You’ve no clue what you want, so sleeping with guys seems to make it easier.

What truly fills your soul is the time spent with your friends and family. There’s no feeling like laughing loudly at a friend’s joke, or playing with your nieces and nephews in your parents’ house, or even bothering Jungkook with the eggs you forgot to buy. Those moments are what truly nurture you.

jk🔥: you might have surpassed your teacher

You genuinely smile, but you don’t know how to feel. Is it a good thing you’ve been having all these men in your bed? Is it even worth it? Well, your body will definitely say yes, but your brain wouldn’t know what to think.

you: i’m the perfect student then 🤗

jk🔥: a tiny bit too loud student

Even though the purpose was to torture him a bit, you somehow feel a bit guilty. You’re not playing fair with him.

you: isn’t it too hard?

The three dots dance on your screen while you patiently wait for his reply.

jk🔥: no, except when you fake it

You gasp at his message. How can he tell that? Then, as you were typing your answer, Jungkook calls you.

“How do you know?” you straightforwardly ask.

“I just know,” he replies.

“You cannot say things like that,” you reply, as you shift onto your side, staring at the wall.

“But it’s true,” his voice lowers, somehow sending shivers down your spine.

“You’re unbelievable.” A little smile makes its way to your face.

“No, you’re the one being unbelievable,” he counters immediately. “Do you have any idea how torturous these past days have been?”

“That’s not what you said on your message,” you say.

He sighs deeply on the other side, and you can tell it’s been hard for him. Well, if it was the other way around, you’d be dying. No sex for a month, and hearing your neighbor going wild would definitely be torture.

“And you agreed to the deal,” you let out a nervous laugh.

“Yeah, and now I’m stuck listening to you through the wall every night while you sound like you’re auditioning for an Oscar,” he teasingly replies.

Honestly, the thought of it being terrible never crossed your mind. For sure, you’ve been faking it a couple of times or exaggerating it to annoy your neighbor, but you thought it was fine.

“Oh my god,” you bury your face into your pillow with some embarrassment. “You’re insane.”

Jungkook chuckles on the other side, amused by your comment. Honestly, since he agreed to this whole no sex for a month, hearing you has definitely been driving him insane. If he’s honest, it actually turns him on. He has even dreamed once of being on top of you and giving you as much pleasure as you want with his mouth, fingers, and cock.

“And you’re a terrible liar,” he adds.

Or maybe Jungkook knows you well enough to be able to say it. Over the past year, he’s hung out with you more than he has with his own friends, so there’s no doubt that he knows you quite well.

“When you fake it, your voice changes,” he says softly.

Sometimes, he wishes he didn’t know when you’re about to come or when you’re faking it. It can be embarrassing to a certain level.

Before you even get the chance to ask him how he knows all of it, he says, “The walls are way too thin, we can hear everything even if we don’t want to. It’s not our fault if we know how the other sounds in bed. I’m absolutely sure you know when I’m about to come.”

Of course you do, and like him, sometimes you wish you didn’t. Those are your most intimate moments, and it’s weird that the person you consider a friend knows about them. Although at this stage, your friendship is taking another turn.

“You’re saying you know me that well?” you whisper.

“I do, even if I don’t want to admit it,” he says softly. “Like I just know that you’re absolutely loving to drive me crazy.”

You try to ignore the warmth spreading through your stomach. He noticed it. He knows you’re doing this all on purpose.

“Maybe you’re just easy to mess with.”

Jungkook laughs quietly, his eyes glued to the ceiling while he runs his free hand through his hair. “You’re too dangerous,” he whispers with the deepest voice you’ve ever heard from him.

Your heart stops beating for a second. What can you even say to that? This is just you trying to get some revenge, but in a certain way, it feels like it’s coming right back at you.

“You’re making it sound like I’m some kind of villain,” you reply.

Jungkook chuckles, his eyes sparkling with amusement. Honestly, he wishes a wall wasn’t separating the two of you right now. It would have been a hundred times better to be with you.

“No,” he says gently. “A villain would at least have the decency to kill me quickly.”

Your heart hammers in your chest because you know damn well that he’s flirting with you. Somehow, you’d like to say that this doesn’t affect you, but it’d be a total lie. Fuck, you even want him to keep flirting with you.

“But you?” his voice drops lower. “You just smile, act nice, and take your sweet time killing me. You’re such a dangerous woman.”

His last words send shivers down your spine. 

“I’m not trying to kill you,” you whisper softly.

“No?” he asks while raising an eyebrow. “So, knocking at my door at 2 am while I’m balls-deep in someone, asking me to go a month without sex, and moaning loudly isn’t trying to kill me?”

Well, he might not be wrong, but this has been quite funny so far. 

“And do you want to know the worst part?” he continues.

“Tell me,” you whisper.

A part of you already knows what he’s about to say, but you still want to hear it.

“I don’t even want you to stop.”

Fuck, he definitely knows how to speak to women. For the first time, you’re experiencing the flirty version of him, which is a total turn-on.

“So, is this your way of telling me to keep going?” you ask, a teasing smirk playing on your lips.  

“Maybe,” he replies in a heartbeat.

“Then, brace yourself,” you say, your eyes closing for a second. “I’m not going to go easy on you.”

A bright smile grows on his face at the simple thought of it. He can’t wait to see what you have in store for him. A part of him knows that he shouldn’t be excited because it’d be playing with fire and probably risking your friendship, but his little crush on you speaks louder. He wants to ruin the friendship. Actually, he wants you to ruin him.

The very next day, you meet on the elevator after an intense day at work. Throughout the day, you avoided texting him to tease him a bit. It was also packed at work, but whenever you had five minutes for yourself, you’d leave him on read, which frustrates him.

“You know,” Jungkook says as soon as you step inside the elevator, “most people answer texts.”

A proud smile appears on your face before you turn your face to look at him. Your head tilts a bit to the right, trying to see if he’s angry or frustrated or maybe both.

“Most people aren’t me,” you nonchalantly reply.

“Clearly,” he sighs. “I was starting to think that I needed to file a missing person report.”

You heavily roll your eyes, your smile never once leaving your lips. His eyes admire you for a second, his breath faltering for a second, as he tries to remain composed. It’s been hard not to speak with you for an entire day. He’s not used to it.

“You’re being so dramatic,” you tell him.

“Says the woman who weaponizes read receipts,” he mumbles under his breath.

Even though he doesn’t want you to hear it, you still do, but you don’t react. You warned him yesterday, and you’re definitely going to push him over the edge. He’s clearly not ready for what’s coming, and in no time, he’ll be begging for your mercy.

When the doors open, the two of you leave the small cabin, walking toward your apartments. The sound of life echoing around fills the small silence between you, but your mind is racing with thoughts.  

The moment you both reach your apartment doors, you step closer, barely leaving any space between your bodies. Jungkook’s eyes scan your face, trying to read you.

“Did you miss me?” you teasingly whisper as your fingers run down his chest, sending electricity through both of you.

Jungkook is used to being teased, but man, when it’s you, he barely manages to think. He’s completely under your spell.

“What if I did?” he mumbles, his hot breath caressing the skin of your face. “Would it be terrible?”

“I’m not sure,” you reply with a smirk. “You should be the one telling me.”

For a second, he doesn’t reply, trying to think of a decent answer. The nastiest answer crosses his mind because he desperately wants to have you weak on your knees, but maybe it isn’t the most appropriate, especially not in the building’s hallway. Your neighbors could hear it, just like you can hear everything.

Jungkook leans closer, his lips brushing against your ear, and the feeling of his breath against your skin definitely sends shivers down your spine. Seems like your little game has backfired right at you.  

“You’re lucky I have enough self-control not to answer the way I want to,” he whispers, his husky voice sending a fresh wave of shivers through you.

Fuck, you never imagined yourself being so turned on by your neighbor. Over the past year, you’ve never truly pictured yourself getting freaky with him because being with him is what you've always valued the most. He’s a great friend.

But now, you’d open your legs for him… What kind of friendship is that?

A smirk appears on your face. “Is that so?” you tease him. “What’s holding you back?”

Without any warning, Jungkook licks your ear before kissing the spot right under. A whimper escapes your lips. Now, this is something you didn’t expect or even see coming. His lips leave a couple of more kisses on that spot before moving higher. Your eyes flutter shut while your hand finds its way to his fluffy hair.

This feels fucking good for both of you.

An anticipation builds within you as he slowly reaches your lips. Damn, you're so eager to feel his mouth on yours, to finally know what it's like to be kissed by Jungkook. So far, it's fantastic and thrilling. No wonder every shady girl wants him.

His lips halt at the corner of yours, his eyes moving up to look at you. The nastiest smirk appears on his face, and man, this is a fucking victory for him. Right now, he has you wrapped around his fingers, and he has never desired this much to kiss you as desperately as he wants right now.

Jungkook doesn’t move, his eyes glued to yours as they slowly open again. None of you moves, and it somehow drives you crazy. You need his lips on yours. His breathing tickles your face, but you couldn’t care less. His hand gently cups your cheek, his thumb stroking your skin.

“Can I?” he asks softly.

The simple fact that he asked instead of just rushing his lips on yours makes your heart swell. Never before has a man done that. In the heat of the moment, you wouldn’t have even thought to ask, but he did. You’d like to say that it surprises you coming from him, but it doesn’t. It definitely matches his personality and who he is.

“Absolutely,” you nod with a smile.

Without hesitation, his lips smash against yours, finally kissing you. The kiss is soft and tender, the kind of kiss that feels long overdue. You immediately melt into it, your fingers curling around the front of his shirt as he smiles into the kiss. His hands find their way to your back, pressing you against his body. The world disappears around you while he deepens the kiss.

You’ve kissed many men before him, but none of them were this great. Jungkook is more than a great kisser, and the more you get to see his flirty side, the more you understand the girls he brings home.

Your body leans into his while your fingers hold his shirt as tight as possible. The two of you desperately try to push each other even closer, as if you’ll run away if you let go. The kiss is all tongue and teeth by now, clearly indicating the nasty turn it’s taking.

But let’s not forget the sex ban you put him under.

It’s not because he has you wrapped around his fingers, or should you say, wrapped around his tongue, that he gets to get freaky. So, very delicately, you push him back with your hands, clearly putting an end to this mindblowing kiss.

A deep groan rumbles in his chest, the vibration running straight to your core and making you wet at the same time, as if this simple moment hadn’t already left you desperate for more.

“You’re still forbidden from sex, Kook,” you whisper against his lips. 

Jungkook doesn’t open his eyes, too scared to see your fucked out expression. He hasn’t really forgotten about it, but somehow, he was hopeful that if it involves you, you’d give him a pass. If he sees you, he won’t be able to resist.

You place a gentle peck on his lips before taking a step back, putting some clear distance between the two of you. This is highly frustrating for you both, but you still have your revenge to get on. And this really helps.

“Fuck,” he mumbles before opening his eyes and running a hand through his hair. “You’re such a fucking tease.”

“You can kiss as much as you want, but it can’t go any further than that,” you reply with a victorious smile on your face. “And you were clearly trying to get me into your bed.”

This sight right here could make him come in an instant. Your shiny, swollen lips are mesmerizing, making it impossible to look away, but beyond that, your beauty is breathtaking. He has never desired anyone as much as he does right now. He definitely wants more, but obviously, he won’t get it. Certainly not from you.

Seems like his hand will be his only consolation tonight…

“You’ll have to try harder for that to happen,” you add.

A smirk instantly stretches his lips, leaving no doubt that he’ll do everything in his power to see you contorting with pleasure underneath him.

In the following days, you purposely avoid Jungkook as if he has the plague, but it’s all part of your silly revenge plan. To say that it frustrates him is a rather huge understatement. Even hearing Melissa and Carter get freaky—because believe it or not, that woman is absolutely loud when she gets dicked down—is absolute torture to him. Usually, it’s quite funny, but not this time around.

Whenever you’d see him from afar, you’d devilishly smile and run away or hide from him as fast as you could. Your smile would grow even bigger when you hear him masturbating and moaning like a frenetic at night, totally ignoring that he’s also torturing you back.

Jungkook plays along with your game. You wanted to torture him, so be it, but he has to get back at you. His only plan is to make you hear his despair. And it’s working because he could hear you, too.

The tension is clearly growing, and none of you is preventing it from expanding. As vicious as it might sound, you are actually more than eager to make it unbearable.

And then, a heatwave hits.

Everything suddenly becomes too much. Your name would roll off his tongue at a surprisingly fast pace, your fingers would find their way to your core every time you thought of him, and avoiding him turns out to be almost impossible. You’re craving each other with a tremendous desperation.

Usually, heatwaves make it almost unbearable to think of getting naughty because it’s just too hot, but to the two of you, it’s actually the opposite. You want it. Maybe not as much as Melissa and Carter, because those two are not stopping for a second. It’s almost like he has forgotten she cheated on him not so long ago. Maybe he has selective memory.

The heat between your legs clearly becomes insufferable. You couldn’t do it anymore. So you probably did the most stupid thing and knocked on his door at midnight after you heard him moaning your name like it was some sort of mantra.

“Not avoiding me anymore, huh?” Jungkook says when he opens the door.

Your gaze drops to his sweaty chest, heavy breathing, and tousled hair before settling on the familiar pair of Calvin Klein briefs he always seems to wear. The prominent bulge instantly makes you drool.

“Actually, I wanted to warn you that I’m going to file a noise complaint,” you teasingly reply.

“Oh, yeah?” he kookily asks. “Isn’t it flattering to have a man masturbating at the thought of you?”

You instantly choke on your own saliva at his straightforwardness. He’s not even trying to hide what he was doing, which somehow surprises you while also not surprising you in the slightest. This man is a walking contradiction. And does it turn you on? Absolutely!

 “Maybe,” you reply, pushing him to get inside his place.

Tonight, you won’t be leaving without getting destroyed by him. Jungkook closes the door behind him before slowly making his way toward you.

“What are you doing here?” he asks, even though the answer is rather obvious.

“I told you—” you start speaking, but he cuts you off.

“We both know it isn’t true.” Jungkook now stands right in front of you, his chest almost pressed against yours.

“Who said I was going to file it against you?” You raise an eyebrow. “It could be against our beloved neighbors, and I’d need some backup, or…” your fingertips trail down his damp chest, sending shivers right through his body. “Or it could be against us and the noise we’re about to make.”

Your eyes follow the tip of your fingertip sliding over his body, noticing as well how his breathing picks up. Although it definitely looks like a victory, it doesn’t feel like one. Why? Because you crave him with your entire being, and he hasn’t surrendered just yet.

A smirk rises on his face before he snorts. “What noises?”

“I don’t know,” you shrug, your eyes moving up to meet his gaze. He’s so fucking breathtaking with his tussled hair. “Maybe something similar to what Melissa and Carter have been up to for the past few days.”  

Anyone with two ears could perfectly hear how loud they’ve been fucking lately. This whole cheating thing has excited them even more. You’re sure that you and Jungkook haven’t been the only people turned on.

“May I need to remind you of the sex ban you put me under?”

The two of you know that it doesn’t matter anymore. The ban has long been forgotten. It simply has been the cataclysm of this whole teasing and flirting between you.

You dangerously close the distance between you, your lips brushing against his ear to whisper, “I don’t remember anything of it.”

Shivers appear on his body instantly. He’s fucked. But he perfectly knows it, and he doesn’t care. All he wants is to have you in any possible way, which clearly seems like he’d get it tonight. If he knew, he’d have called a wizard or whatever to create this heatwave sooner.   

In an instant, his arm wraps around your waist, pushing you even closer to his body. Your chest is pressed to his now, his sweatiness straining your large t-shirt. Jungkook leans closer, his face a breath away from yours. His eyes scan yours for a hot second before his lips fall over yours.

This kiss is far from slow and tender. It’s all tongue and teeth and completely desperate. This is the result of days and weeks of teasing, and man, it feels so fucking great. This time, you definitely aren’t going to leave him. You’re certainly going to let him ruin you in every possible way.

When you break apart, Jungkook walks the two of you to his couch and sits on it, spreading his legs wide. Without giving you much time to think about it, he pulls you into his lap, making you straddle one of his thighs. Your knees trap his toned thigh between you while he gently tugs you closer until you’re chest to chest.

He cups your face and kisses you again, and the heat of his body against yours wraps around you. The despair and lust entirely consume you. For sure, you’re not going to survive, especially with this damn heatwave. His tongue slides into your mouth, making you moan softly. His hands move down to rest on your waist, but they don’t stay there long.

Jungkook breaks the kiss before trailing his lips along your jaw and then your neck, which makes you tilt your head to give him free pass to suck you lightly. Very slowly, you start rocking against his thigh, and the friction between your bodies makes the two of you moan. His groan against your neck makes you move a tiny bit faster.

His hands move to your back, holding you against him while your hips desperately sway. For sure, he’ll leave a mark on your skin, but you absolutely don’t give a shit about it. He’s free to do as he pleases.

When his lips finally leave your neck, he takes a proper look at you, and his cock gets hard instantly. That’s a sight he’ll engrave in his brain forever. This is something he never thought he’d ever witness, but man, he’s fucking happy it ever happened.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, his breathing frenetic. “You’re so fucking pretty.”    

You’re both breathing heavily, looking at each other with so much lust you might combust at any given moment. Jungkook pulls you back for another deep kiss, his tongue instantly making its way inside your mouth while his hands slide up and down your spine, leaving tons of goosebumps on the way.

This is all too wild, especially for Jungkook after going through three weeks without sex. He could just come right there and then just from the kiss, and he absolutely doesn’t care if it might make him look like a desperate man. He is desperate and full of hunger.

His lips move once more down to your neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses along your skin. This time, he doesn’t suck your skin; he just wets it with his tongue and lips, causing moans to fall from your mouth. Your eyes close for a moment to savor this special moment.

Jungkook takes your t-shirt off, throwing it somewhere in the living room, and hooks his fingers into the front of your laced bra to tug it down. Before you can even process what he’s doing, his mouth closes around your nipple. A loud whimper leaves your lips as your back arches instantly.

His lips and tongue are gentle at first, but his desperation takes over his body, and then, he sucks harder. All the while, your hips keep rocking against his thigh. The combined feeling of his hot mouth on your nipple, his flexing thigh under you, and his hardness against your body drives you absolutely crazy.

And then, he slips a hand down your stomach, his fingers teasing the waistband of your pants. The motion of your hips increases instantly, your hands moving to his hair to push him even more against your chest, and a trail of moans falls from your mouth.  

“Can I?” his eyes look up at you before his tongue licks your sensitive nipple.

“Absolutely,” you nod.

At this stage, you can’t tell who’s the most desperate. Him or you? You don’t know, but does it really matter? No, because you’re both getting what you want. You’ve been craving this more and more since the kiss, and hearing him masturbating was like the cherry on top.

Jungkook slips his hand inside your shorts, his fingers immediately finding how wet you already are. “Fuck, you’re so wet,” he says, his head resting against your chest while his eyes close at the feeling of your wetness.  

“Hearing you moaning my name turned me on so fucking much,” you mumble before tucking at his hair.

His finger drags slowly through your folds, gathering some wetness before circling your clit lightly. This is honestly too much. He’s so talented, and now, you definitely get why all the women are so fucking desperate for him. He’s so good at giving pleasure.

“I should do that more often, then,” he replies, his gaze shifting up to your face.

Before you even get to reply, he pushes a finger inside you, curling it slightly, and you clench around him, your hips rocking into his hand. Jungkook doesn’t even let you get used to it; he instantly slides another finger. Your mouth hangs open, small whimpers rumbling deep from within your chest. He thrusts them in and out at a steady pace while his thumb rubs your clit.

“Fuck,” you swear, your gaze locked with his as he fucks you with his fingers.

“That’s it,” he whispers. “Ride my fingers.”

The pace of his fingers increases while they curl perfectly inside you with every thrust. His lips find yours again, swallowing every single moan. He shows no mercy to you, torturing you just the way you need it. For a while, his fingers stretch you as his thumb rubs your clit. You’re a complete mess on his lap.  

At some point, the feeling of his fingers inside you becomes too overwhelming, and you just cum with a high-pitched moan. His eyes never leave you, taking the time to admire how you fall apart on his lap. Your orgasm doesn’t stop him. On the contrary, his fingers thrust even faster.

“Kook…” you manage to say in between moans.

Your hands rest on his arm, trying to hold onto something while he keeps pushing you over the edge. Your hips move, your head falls, and your back arches in a way that might break your spine at some point.

“Too much…” you mumble when you feel your orgasm ready to burst again.

“You can take it, sweetheart,” he says against your shoulder, biting it gently.

The way he speaks to you with his deep voice and the nickname sends you right over the edge again. Your second orgasm is just as intense as the first one, if not more. Even with the hot weather, it feels fucking good. Jungkook looks at you, not wanting to miss a thing, and he halts his fingers.

“You look so fucking beautiful when you come,” he smiles at you like a pervert.

When Jungkook finally takes his fingers out, you whine at the loss, and he brings them to his mouth to taste you. Seeing him doing it makes you clench around emptiness. He’s so hot, it might even be a crime to look that fine.

“And you taste like fucking heaven,” he continues.

“No need to exaggerate,” you smile while shaking your head.

“I’m not lying, sweetheart,” he replies while pushing your body against his. “You know I always say what I think,” he whispers against your lips, pressing another kiss.

Jungkook pushes you off his lap and removes every simple piece of clothing still on your body. He shifts you forward on the couch, placing you on your hands and knees. His hands grip your hips from behind, pulling your ass toward him. The feeling of his bulge against your core makes you both groan. In two seconds, he pushes his underwear down, and then, you feel the head of his cock pressing against your soaked entrance.

Jungkook pushes forward, and the stretch is immediately intense. Your hands tighten into a fist, and your teeth bite your lower lip while he slowly sinks into you from behind. His hands almost bruise your hips as he holds you.

Your mouth falls open when he’s fully inside, and he just stops, giving you both the time to adjust to the stretch. He leans down, his chest pressing against your back, and he presses a kiss on your shoulder.

“Breathe, sweetheart,” he whispers against your skin.

For a moment, he peppers the skin of your back and shoulder with kisses, as if he’s worshipping your body. At some point, you turn your head, and he instantly captures your lips for a kiss.   

As he kisses you, his hips slowly start to move into deep thrusts, and he swallows your moans. Your entire body rocks forward with the snap of his hips. Feeling him inside you is devastatingly overwhelming, but in such a good way. Right now, you’re starting to regret not doing this any sooner. He’s good at it. Really good.

Well, somehow it isn’t surprising since he has sex at least once a week. If he didn’t know how to use his dick by now, that would be something to be concerned about. The girls’ moans were definitely justified, even though you wished it never was at 2 am.

“You’re taking me so well,” he whispers against your ear.

“I know,” you tease him.

Jungkook chuckles before straightening his back. You look back at him with a devious smile on your face.

“You’re so full of yourself,” he says while his eyes are inevitably drawn to where your bodies are joined. It’s mesmerizing to see the way his dick disappears inside you and how you coat him with your wetness. He might get addicted to this sight.

“Not as much as you,” you reply.

His legs slightly spread yours a bit more, and his hand pushes your shoulders even more against the couch, making your back arch even more. Now, his shaft touches parts of your insides you never thought existed. Strangled moans fall from your lips instantly. This feels freaking good and overwhelming at the same time.   

“How couldn’t I be when I have you exactly where I wanted you?” He groans behind you.

Involuntarily, your walls squeeze around him, making the two of you moan. Hearing him say it out loud turns you on even more. It’s not a surprise because he was literally masturbating and moaning your name minutes ago, but it doesn’t change the fact that it’s flattering.  

Instead of replying, you push back to meet his deep thrusts. Jungkook’s hands move to your ass, rubbing his fingers over your skin and watching over and over how you suck him in. He even pushes your cheeks apart to take an even better look, as if he wants to make sure this is real.

Slowly but surely, his pace turns faster, harder, and deeper. The wet sound of skin slapping against skin mixed with your moans echoes in his living room. Everything slowly becomes too much, and you know you’re so freaking close. Jungkook hits a special spot inside you, making your eyes roll back.

And then, your third orgasm just hits you intensely.

You squeeze him tightly while your body shakes under him. This one is honestly intense. You’ve never orgasmed that way before, and fuck, you only want more. You don’t care if you’re being overstimulated, as long as you get to come like this.

Jungkook looks at you falling apart under his ministration, and his chest swells with pride. This is all he ever wanted. As you come back down, he slows his thrusts before pulling out with a wet sound. You whine at the sudden loss, but he’s already turning you around to face him.

He sits back on the couch and pulls you into his lap, making you straddle him all over again. His lips find yours for a messy and sloppy kiss, while your hands wrap around his neck.

“Ride me,” he whispers against your lips.

Well, he doesn’t have to tell you twice—you just obey. Your hands move to his shoulder to balance yourself as you sink down onto his cock. Your body is so wet that he slides in so easily. His hands settle on your waist before you start riding him.

At first, the rolls of your hips are slow and shaky, but his hands help you all along. Every time you sink down on him, he groans deeply, which only makes you grow wetter. Slowly, your confidence increases, and your hips move rather faster and deeper. The two of you get completely lost in pleasure, enjoying every bit of this moment.

One of his hands finds your clit, rubbing slick circles while his other hand guides your movements. His face hides for a second in the crook of your neck, gently kissing and biting your skin. His fingers never stop teasing your clit, and it only brings you closer to the edge. If he keeps going, you’ll come at least three more times before this even stops.

Being with him right here feels honestly so good. Your mind is completely drunk on pleasure, your eyes are half-lidded, your lips parted, and your helpless moans keep falling from your mouth.

“This is so good,” he whispers against your skin as his fingers move faster on your clit, the slick sound of it filling the air.

His eyes look up at you, watching just how destroyed you are. He’s so close as well. It’s a matter of seconds before he’s coming deep inside you. Both your bodies are covered in sweat—proof of the damn hot weather and of your steamy activities.  

You whimper at his words, totally agreeing with him, and your head falls on his shoulder as you keep riding him. This is seriously becoming too overwhelming all over again. Jungkook feels it with the way your body starts shaking. He doesn’t want any of this to end any time soon.

The hand on your waist slides up on your back, pressing you even more against him. Your hard and sensitive nipples brush against his chest, which makes you moan against his skin. By now, your entire body is sensitive. He’s torturing you just so perfectly.

“You’re clenching so hard around me, sweetheart,” he whispers in your ear.

His fingers circle your clit even faster, wanting to bring you to orgasm for a fourth time. Without really noticing it, you bounce quicker on him, chasing this upcoming orgasm. Your moans get louder, just like the sound of skin slapping against skin.

For sure, your neighbors are hearing the free show you're giving them. You might as well inspire them to do the same, and you don’t even doubt that Melissa and Carter might follow you, if they aren’t already doing the deed.  

Jungkook is just as desperate as you are, so his hips naturally thrust up to meet your movements. The two of you moan way too loud, but who cares? Well, hopefully, none of your neighbors will file a noise complaint against you.

Before you even realize it, you’re coming hard around him, more of your juices running down his shaft. And he follows you right after, his cock pumping you full of his cum. Feeling it makes you squeeze him even harder, and a strangled sound escapes his pretty lips.

Your head rests on his shoulder as you try to get down from everything that just happened. His fingers trace circles along your spine. Your bodies are completely spent and covered in sweat.

“You definitely know how to use that dick of yours,” you say when you’ve managed to catch your breath.

Jungkook brushes damp strands of hair away from your face. “Who said I didn’t?”

You chuckle while shaking your head. He’s unbelievable. “I did,” you reply.

“Glad I finally got to prove you wrong,” he says before pressing a gentle kiss on your lips. “Maybe we should take a shower.”

You simply nod, and he drags the two of you into his bathroom. It’s supposed to be a simple and quick shower, but in an instant, it turns into another sex session where he completely rearranges your guts against the shower’s wall. Shower sex was a first for you, but you’re definitely going to try it again with him.  

The night turns out to be a long one, and the heatwave definitely seems not to matter at all. If you’re too hot, you ride him all over again. Luckily for you, you don’t have to work the next day, you wouldn’t have been able to present yourself at work.

As of now, let’s just say that whenever you gather to hear your neighbors’ shenanigans, it inevitably ends up with the two of you entwined.

“Oh, Jungkook!” the scream echoes through the tin walls, clearly letting you know what activities your neighbor is up to.

“Fuck,” you mumble. “Here we go again.”

The bed's headboard hammers against the wall, and damn, you’re about to kill your neighbor. It almost feels like you’re in the bedroom with them. They are loud as fuck. This isn’t new at all, because your cheeky neighbor, Jungkook, is all charming and brings women quite often. The problem here is that he woke you up.

you: bro, it’s fucking 2am

You know you’ll get an answer later—if he doesn’t come after two minutes—but he’s so damn annoying. In four hours, you need to be up for work, and the shitty head is ruining your night of sleep. The urge to knock at his door and cockblock him is like burning you, but as much as you’d love to do that, you still care about your friendship. Jungkook is like the only friend you've made since moving here.

A year ago, you moved into this small apartment, seeking some freedom from your parents, but quickly realized that the building's thin walls would complicate your life. Thankfully, the neighbor sharing your bedroom wall is fun to be around.

Although Jungkook sometimes has some fun with ladies he finds in very questionable bars, he’s very nice and funny. He seems to know every gossip from your neighbors and tells them all to you the second he finds out. He also loves to bother you, as if it were his life mission.  

With your pillow in your head, you try desperately to fall asleep, but the girl’s voice keeps getting higher, her moans piercing through the pillow over your head. Jungkook’s deep voice grunts and says something you can’t understand, but it only makes her moan louder. The bed bangs harder against the wall.

This can’t keep going. As a barista, you need your eight hours of sleep, otherwise there’s no way you’ll survive the rude clients. If anything goes wrong at work after this, you’ll definitely kill Jungkook, who’s the only one to blame for it.

With a deep groan, you leave the warmth of your bed, heading straight to his apartment. The second you bang on his door, everything stops before footsteps are heard. Your heart stammers in your chest, too scared he might hate you.

When the door opens, an almost naked Jungkook stands in front of you. His toned and sweaty chest is on full display while his bottom is hidden in loose grey sweatpants. His chest also moves at a crazy fast pace, and his breathing is all over the place, just like his tousled hair. If he wasn’t your friend, you might have found your way to his bed because he looks devastatingly hot.

His intense dark gaze scares the hell out of you, but you couldn’t care less. “What are you doing here?” he says with clear frustration.

Jungkook takes the time to look down at you, clearly taken aback to see you here, and he can’t help but find you absolutely cute. Your cute and short pajamas leave little to the imagination.

“It’s 2 fucking am, Kook,” you tell him with some anger. “Can’t you both shut up and let me sleep?”

A smirk appears on his face, while a chuckle rumbles in his chest.

“Why would I do that?” he raises an eyebrow. “I’m having fun.”

“I don’t care!” you almost yell at him. “I need to sleep.”

“You never complained before…”

Your eyes dramatically roll, which only makes him chuckle more. Even though you love him, right now you don’t, and he’ll pay for it. You ignore how yet, but you’ll get revenge.

“Please choke her or whatever, but make her shut up,” you say. “Otherwise, I’ll do it myself.”    

“I’d love to see that,” he teasingly says with his damn smirk growing bigger.

“Jungkook,” you warn him, “I’m not joking.”

Your neighbor takes a deep breath, his hand running through his hair while he closes his eyes for a second. When he opens them again, there’s something in them that you can’t quite put your finger on.

“In case you hadn’t noticed, the guy down there is dead,” he gestures to his dick, and your eyes inevitably look down. There’s nothing, just as he mentions. “Somebody decided to ruin all the fun.”

“Ask for a blowjob or something else to wake your little guy,” you reply as if it was damn obvious.

“Are you for real?” he narrows his eyes. “Just go back to your place and sleep. We won’t be bothering you anymore.”

You nod before going back to sleep. As promised, silence follows, allowing you to return to sleep peacefully. When you wake up hours later, you feel so damn exhausted, and somehow, you don’t even find the energy to hate him. Probably, he hates you right now for cockblocking him, but you know it won’t last long.

After getting dressed and ready for work, you head to the elevator. Surprisingly, Jungkook is already waiting for it at the lobby.

“Good morning, Kook,” you smile at him.

“Only good morning to you, Voldemort,” he mumbles.

Anyone would be surprised by the nickname Voldemort, but it always makes you smile like an idiot. At first, Jungkook was saying it to bother you because you’re a mega fan of Harry Potter, but over time, it became a sign of affection.

“You’re mad?” you ask.

“Don’t know yet,” he honestly replies, his eyes finally looking at you.

“Will a super good breakfast prepared by your fantastic neighbor convince you not to be mad?” you try to sway him.

In order for you to get proper revenge, you need first to gain his trust again, so it’ll piss him off when you do it. A sly smile stretches across his face, and you know right there and then that you just won. Jungkook loves your breakfasts.

“Might help,” he smiles.

As promised, his breakfast was served at the coffee shop where you work, and in the blink of an eye, he devoured everything like a starved man. He definitely was starving, and even though you’re preparing your little revenge, it made you smile to see him eating everything.

The next day, Jungkook shows up unannounced at your place when a couple living next to you starts arguing very loudly. Melissa and Carter seem to enjoy arguing over the smallest things. For example, a week ago, it was because he bought the wrong tomatoes, and she made a big deal out of it. It’s funny, honestly.

“What are the popcorns for?” you ask when Jungkook steps inside your apartment.

“Their argument is juicy today,” he says, heading straight to the kitchen to place the popcorn in a bowl. “Apparently, she’s cheating,” he screams.

You laugh, shaking your head as your feet guide you to the kitchen. Jungkook is way too noisy for his own good. The two of you sit at the table, the bowl of popcorn between you, and you listen to Melissa and Carter arguing. Your kitchen connects with theirs.

“I saw you with him,” Carter yells. “How dare you deny it?”

“Because he’s just a friend!” she claps back. “Can’t I speak with friends now? Or are you the only one who gets the right to speak with women?”

This is so childish, even your nieces and nephews have more interesting discussions. But there’s nothing else really to expect from these two; they always argue over the silliest things. If they fight over tomatoes, they can’t possibly have a good conversation.

“A friend you kiss?” Carter’s voice gets incredibly higher.

Both you and Jungkook laugh with popcorn in your mouths.

“Gosh, she’s quite shameless,” you say with your mouth full. “Wouldn’t have expected it from her.”

“Oh, yeah,” Jungkook piles on, his eyes quickly looking at you with a smile on his face. “I wouldn’t have been surprised if the roles were reversed. Melissa left me speechless here.”

For a second, your eyes glance over to the man next to you. The memory of him, all sweaty and almost naked, comes up, and damn, your legs squeeze at the thought. You have to bite your tongue to push those thoughts away. He’s your friend—at least it’s what you’re trying to convince yourself.  

“Stop lying!” Carte yells all over again. “I saw it with my own eyes.”

“Maybe you should consider wearing glasses,” she fights back.

This time, none of you holds back the laughter. This Melissa is really bad at lying or finding excuses. She could have done better.

“She could have found better,” Jungkook says while laughing like an idiot.

“She could just admit it,” you add.

Somehow, this feels like watching a telenovela with him. There’s always something going on with your neighbors, and they quite entertain you a lot. You’ve laughed a lot over them, and the even funnier part is that they totally ignore how everyone is able to hear their silly arguments. Meeting them in the elevator or somewhere in the building makes it hard to hold back.

“For fuck’s sake,” Carter swears before a loud door slams.

“This time, they’ll for sure split,” Jungkook speaks with a mouth full of popcorn. “He can’t stay with a cheater.”

“I wouldn’t stay if I was him.” Who would stay with a cheater? It’ll be like accepting to torture yourself over and over again. Lucky for you, remaining in a relationship is the last of your wishes, which tends to annoy your parents.

Just like Jungkook, you tend to find rather questionable men, but as long as they give you an orgasm, it’s not important. Truth be told, sometimes, they’re absolutely bad at it, which can be frustrating, but it’s very rare.

“Me neither,” he says, his eyes meeting yours. “But first, we’d need to get into a relationship.”

You chuckle, shaking your head and grabbing a handful of popcorn. “That’d be a tragedy.”

Jungkook hates relationships, to say the least. In fact, he runs away from them as if the plague was following him. Hookups are his favorite, which you perfectly understand. The thing is that he might have a tiny little crush on you. How couldn’t he? His entire soul was drawn to you since the very first time he met you.

The thing is that he isn’t fully ready to acknowledge his crush, and he values your friendship way too much. Those moments with you, like this one, are what fill his soul. He always looks forward to being with you, and deep down, he knows he’s always finding an excuse to spend time with you.

For example, two days later, he shows up at your door because he’s absolutely bored, and doesn’t even try to hide it.

“I’m not your personal entertainer,” you tell him, not letting him in.

“Yes, you are,” he replies without even thinking. “So let me in.”

“No,” you shake your head.

The man waiting for you in the living room would clearly not be happy to see another gentleman barging in. Who would? Especially when you’re that close to getting into the warmth of your bedsheets to fuck.

“Please leave,” you tell him with gritted teeth.

“Yn?” the man calls for you while his footsteps get closer.

A bright smile grows on Jungkook’s face as he understands what the matter is here. Can he blame you? No, but man, he also definitely wants to bother you. However, he’s not going to do it because he doesn’t want you to hate him.

“Okay, I’m leaving,” he surrenders before letting you go back to your hookup. Jungkook still takes a peek inside, trying to see who the lucky guy is. “He’s a solid eight, by the way,” he says when he notices the blond man. “Have fun, dearest neighbor.”   

The two of you have this habit of rating your hookups whenever you get a look at them. His choices are sometimes not the best, but they never look too bad—as long as he has whatever he wants, it’s just fine for you.  

What Jungkook ignores is how loud you pretend to be when this blond guy fucks the shit out of you. This might be one of your revenges, and the fact that he’s bored makes it even better. He’ll have to listen to you while you spend a blissful moment with another man.

And man, you got loud. Jungkook even has to play some random video game, with the sound blasting in his ear and almost making him deaf, but at least your moans are lessened. Somehow, he understands why you disturbed him while he was busy with another woman a couple of nights ago.

The next few days are calmer, no hookups, and your neighbors are way too calm, but you still spend some time with Jungkook.

“Love your new haircut,” you tell him when you step inside the elevator next to him.

“Thanks,” he genuinely smiles.

“You’re trying to impress a new girl?” You narrow your eyes playfully.  

A sly smirk appears on his face, and you already know some shit is going to come from his mouth. Nothing good ever leaves his mouth when that smirk shows up. You already mentally prepare yourself to roll your eyes heavily.

“Maybe…” he whispers, shrugging.

Before you can roll your eyes, he steps closer and presses a gentle kiss on your cheek, causing shivers to run down your spine.   

“You’re unbearable,” you mutter, trying to ignore how your body reacts to him.

“And yet,” he says smugly as the elevator doors open, “you keep talking to me.”

This time, you definitely roll your eyes and scoff as you follow him out of the elevator. This man is clearly unbelievable. Sometimes, you even wonder how you manage to keep up with him, as he always acts bratty.

“That can change very quickly if I want to,” you say, crossing your arms.

Jungkook glances over his shoulder, walking backward down the hallway with that stupidly confident grin. The urge to slap his face tickles your hands, and if he keeps going, you might not be able to hold it back.

“You’re going to ignore me now?” he asks once in front of you.

“What if I do?” you stop in front of him, your bodies a breath away from each other.

“Yn,” he lets out a laugh, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “You always forget half of your groceries every single time and then make me rescue you.”

Well, he’s absolutely right. Without him, you’d spend your time going back and forth between your place and the grocery store. You’ve tried everything to buy all you need, but it’s useless. Luckily for you, Jungkook always has what you need at his place.

“I’ll find a solution…” you say, but it doesn’t sound convincing.

“Looks like Melissa is rubbing off on you,” he begins, his fingers running from your hair to your cheek, making you shiver even more. “You’re starting to lie as badly as her.”

For sure, it’s a lie. You won’t ever be able to find a solution as efficient as Jungkook, but what can you do? If he keeps being this cocky, you might really stop talking to him. There’s no way you’ll feed his ego more.

“It’s not the same, and you know it,” you try to defend yourself. “She cheated on Carter, and this is about me and my shitty memory.”

“Not wrong, but it still doesn’t change the fact that you’re a terrible liar,” he says with that annoying smirk still on his face.

“If you keep going, I’ll really stop talking to you, and you’ll have to find a new personal entertainer.” You push his hand away from your face so you can resume walking to your apartment.

Jungkook sighs before running after you to catch you up. Fuck, he probably messed up.

“Sorry,” he says behind you. “I still need my personal entertainer and my partner in hearing Melissa and Carter’s silly fights.”

A chuckle leaves your lips as you turn around to face him. He looks cute when he apologizes, and to be honest, this new haircut makes him look way too hot for his own good.

“Apologies accepted,” you say. “On one condition.”

“I’m all ears,” he replies.

Your lower lip is caught between your teeth. This is the perfect moment to get revenge for the sleep disruption and for the nonsense he just threw in your face. He’ll probably kill you, but you don’t care. You have to try.

“No girls for a month,” you say with a sly smile.

Jungkook instantly shakes his head, “Absolutely no.”  

His face is absolutely hilarious. His eyes are incredibly wide, his eyebrows are furrowed, and his cheeks are taking on a pink shade. Is he embarrassed or shocked? Good question, but you hope for both.   

“Then, you’ll have to find a new neighbor to bother,” you immediately turn around and walk to your apartment.

“Wait,” he comes after you, his hand grabbing your wrist to prevent you from walking away. “Are you serious?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” you tilt your head. “Did I look like I was joking?”

You definitely are, but you’re trying to see if he’ll just surrender. This will be the biggest cockblock ever.

“You’re asking me to go a full month without sex…” he runs his fingers through his hair. “You know I barely survive a week.”

“I know,” you say with the biggest teasing smile on your face. “But you compared me to Melissa and basically implied I couldn’t survive without you, which is deeply hurtful.” It isn’t, but you’re not going to say it. “It’s either your questionable chicks or me.”

“You can’t be serious,” he mumbles under his breath.

“You still have your hand to help you out,” you suggest, trying to offer him a solution.

“As if my hand could ever be like a pussy,” he shakes his head, completely defeated. You clearly handed him a dilemma, and it’s funny to watch. Even better than Melissa and Carter’s telenovela.  

“Maybe you can find something better at a sex shop,” you offer.

For sure, you’ll be the death of him before the end of the day. How can you just throw things like that as if you weren’t asking him to go without sex for an entire month? There’s no way he’ll survive that much. But he values your friendship way too much. If he has to go a full month without sex to keep hearing your bullshit when he bothers you, so be it.

“Okay,” he agrees with your crazy condition. “I’ll do it.”

To say you’re surprised is an understatement. You were expecting a lot of begging and bargaining, but definitely not him giving up that easily, especially when it comes to his mindblowing sex.

“Really?” A smile stretches on your face. “You’d choose me over your hookups?”  

“Don’t flatter yourself,” he rolls his eyes. “I’d rather use my hand for a month straight than be forever deprived of your stupid comments over our neighbors.”

You shake your head, taking whatever he says while you perfectly know that he cares about you, and even though you don’t want to admit it, it genuinely pleases you that he chooses you.

To both your surprises, you wrap your arms around him, pushing him into a warm embrace. None of you has ever been this close—unless you consider trying to put a drunk Jungkook to bed as closeness.

However, this is just the beginning of your revenge…

In the following days, you make sure to be as loud as possible whenever a man is between your legs. Damn, you’ve probably never moaned that loud, despite it being completely fake. None of the men actually manages to make you properly come.

Jungkook keeps wandering around you, as if nothing ever happened. Carter and Melissa never broke up, but they still argue like kids every day. The two of you playfully listen to their arguments. Now, you also have a new neighbor who’s like the biggest cheater in the world. He brings in multiple girls but keeps sweet-talking with his supposed girlfriend.

This is new entertainment for you and Jungkook.

jk🔥: no man tonight?

A smile appears on your face when you see the message.

you: too exhausted to open my legs 🥱

Through the thin walls, you manage to hear his contagious chuckle.

jk🔥: you sound like a whore

you: learned from the best

That isn’t true—you started long before meeting him. One-night stands have been part of your frequent vocabulary for a long time now. The sad part of it all is that you’re never satisfied. One could think that with all those guys, you’d find a way to be fulfilled, but it’s the opposite.

Sleeping with them only creates a bigger hollow inside you. Most of the time, it feels like you’re chasing after the unknown. You’ve no clue what you want, so sleeping with guys seems to make it easier.

What truly fills your soul is the time spent with your friends and family. There’s no feeling like laughing loudly at a friend’s joke, or playing with your nieces and nephews in your parents’ house, or even bothering Jungkook with the eggs you forgot to buy. Those moments are what truly nurture you.

jk🔥: you might have surpassed your teacher

You genuinely smile, but you don’t know how to feel. Is it a good thing you’ve been having all these men in your bed? Is it even worth it? Well, your body will definitely say yes, but your brain wouldn’t know what to think.

you: i’m the perfect student then 🤗

jk🔥: a tiny bit too loud student

Even though the purpose was to torture him a bit, you somehow feel a bit guilty. You’re not playing fair with him.

you: isn’t it too hard?

The three dots dance on your screen while you patiently wait for his reply.

jk🔥: no, except when you fake it

You gasp at his message. How can he tell that? Then, as you were typing your answer, Jungkook calls you.

“How do you know?” you straightforwardly ask.

“I just know,” he replies.

“You cannot say things like that,” you reply, as you shift onto your side, staring at the wall.

“But it’s true,” his voice lowers, somehow sending shivers down your spine.

“You’re unbelievable.” A little smile makes its way to your face.

“No, you’re the one being unbelievable,” he counters immediately. “Do you have any idea how torturous these past days have been?”

“That’s not what you said on your message,” you say.

He sighs deeply on the other side, and you can tell it’s been hard for him. Well, if it was the other way around, you’d be dying. No sex for a month, and hearing your neighbor going wild would definitely be torture.

“And you agreed to the deal,” you let out a nervous laugh.

“Yeah, and now I’m stuck listening to you through the wall every night while you sound like you’re auditioning for an Oscar,” he teasingly replies.

Honestly, the thought of it being terrible never crossed your mind. For sure, you’ve been faking it a couple of times or exaggerating it to annoy your neighbor, but you thought it was fine.

“Oh my god,” you bury your face into your pillow with some embarrassment. “You’re insane.”

Jungkook chuckles on the other side, amused by your comment. Honestly, since he agreed to this whole no sex for a month, hearing you has definitely been driving him insane. If he’s honest, it actually turns him on. He has even dreamed once of being on top of you and giving you as much pleasure as you want with his mouth, fingers, and cock.

“And you’re a terrible liar,” he adds.

Or maybe Jungkook knows you well enough to be able to say it. Over the past year, he’s hung out with you more than he has with his own friends, so there’s no doubt that he knows you quite well.

“When you fake it, your voice changes,” he says softly.

Sometimes, he wishes he didn’t know when you’re about to come or when you’re faking it. It can be embarrassing to a certain level.

Before you even get the chance to ask him how he knows all of it, he says, “The walls are way too thin, we can hear everything even if we don’t want to. It’s not our fault if we know how the other sounds in bed. I’m absolutely sure you know when I’m about to come.”

Of course you do, and like him, sometimes you wish you didn’t. Those are your most intimate moments, and it’s weird that the person you consider a friend knows about them. Although at this stage, your friendship is taking another turn.

“You’re saying you know me that well?” you whisper.

“I do, even if I don’t want to admit it,” he says softly. “Like I just know that you’re absolutely loving to drive me crazy.”

You try to ignore the warmth spreading through your stomach. He noticed it. He knows you’re doing this all on purpose.

“Maybe you’re just easy to mess with.”

Jungkook laughs quietly, his eyes glued to the ceiling while he runs his free hand through his hair. “You’re too dangerous,” he whispers with the deepest voice you’ve ever heard from him.

Your heart stops beating for a second. What can you even say to that? This is just you trying to get some revenge, but in a certain way, it feels like it’s coming right back at you.

“You’re making it sound like I’m some kind of villain,” you reply.

Jungkook chuckles, his eyes sparkling with amusement. Honestly, he wishes a wall wasn’t separating the two of you right now. It would have been a hundred times better to be with you.

“No,” he says gently. “A villain would at least have the decency to kill me quickly.”

Your heart hammers in your chest because you know damn well that he’s flirting with you. Somehow, you’d like to say that this doesn’t affect you, but it’d be a total lie. Fuck, you even want him to keep flirting with you.

“But you?” his voice drops lower. “You just smile, act nice, and take your sweet time killing me. You’re such a dangerous woman.”

His last words send shivers down your spine. 

“I’m not trying to kill you,” you whisper softly.

“No?” he asks while raising an eyebrow. “So, knocking at my door at 2 am while I’m balls-deep in someone, asking me to go a month without sex, and moaning loudly isn’t trying to kill me?”

Well, he might not be wrong, but this has been quite funny so far. 

“And do you want to know the worst part?” he continues.

“Tell me,” you whisper.

A part of you already knows what he’s about to say, but you still want to hear it.

“I don’t even want you to stop.”

Fuck, he definitely knows how to speak to women. For the first time, you’re experiencing the flirty version of him, which is a total turn-on.

“So, is this your way of telling me to keep going?” you ask, a teasing smirk playing on your lips.  

“Maybe,” he replies in a heartbeat.

“Then, brace yourself,” you say, your eyes closing for a second. “I’m not going to go easy on you.”

A bright smile grows on his face at the simple thought of it. He can’t wait to see what you have in store for him. A part of him knows that he shouldn’t be excited because it’d be playing with fire and probably risking your friendship, but his little crush on you speaks louder. He wants to ruin the friendship. Actually, he wants you to ruin him.

The very next day, you meet on the elevator after an intense day at work. Throughout the day, you avoided texting him to tease him a bit. It was also packed at work, but whenever you had five minutes for yourself, you’d leave him on read, which frustrates him.

“You know,” Jungkook says as soon as you step inside the elevator, “most people answer texts.”

A proud smile appears on your face before you turn your face to look at him. Your head tilts a bit to the right, trying to see if he’s angry or frustrated or maybe both.

“Most people aren’t me,” you nonchalantly reply.

“Clearly,” he sighs. “I was starting to think that I needed to file a missing person report.”

You heavily roll your eyes, your smile never once leaving your lips. His eyes admire you for a second, his breath faltering for a second, as he tries to remain composed. It’s been hard not to speak with you for an entire day. He’s not used to it.

“You’re being so dramatic,” you tell him.

“Says the woman who weaponizes read receipts,” he mumbles under his breath.

Even though he doesn’t want you to hear it, you still do, but you don’t react. You warned him yesterday, and you’re definitely going to push him over the edge. He’s clearly not ready for what’s coming, and in no time, he’ll be begging for your mercy.

When the doors open, the two of you leave the small cabin, walking toward your apartments. The sound of life echoing around fills the small silence between you, but your mind is racing with thoughts.  

The moment you both reach your apartment doors, you step closer, barely leaving any space between your bodies. Jungkook’s eyes scan your face, trying to read you.

“Did you miss me?” you teasingly whisper as your fingers run down his chest, sending electricity through both of you.

Jungkook is used to being teased, but man, when it’s you, he barely manages to think. He’s completely under your spell.

“What if I did?” he mumbles, his hot breath caressing the skin of your face. “Would it be terrible?”

“I’m not sure,” you reply with a smirk. “You should be the one telling me.”

For a second, he doesn’t reply, trying to think of a decent answer. The nastiest answer crosses his mind because he desperately wants to have you weak on your knees, but maybe it isn’t the most appropriate, especially not in the building’s hallway. Your neighbors could hear it, just like you can hear everything.

Jungkook leans closer, his lips brushing against your ear, and the feeling of his breath against your skin definitely sends shivers down your spine. Seems like your little game has backfired right at you.  

“You’re lucky I have enough self-control not to answer the way I want to,” he whispers, his husky voice sending a fresh wave of shivers through you.

Fuck, you never imagined yourself being so turned on by your neighbor. Over the past year, you’ve never truly pictured yourself getting freaky with him because being with him is what you've always valued the most. He’s a great friend.

But now, you’d open your legs for him… What kind of friendship is that?

A smirk appears on your face. “Is that so?” you tease him. “What’s holding you back?”

Without any warning, Jungkook licks your ear before kissing the spot right under. A whimper escapes your lips. Now, this is something you didn’t expect or even see coming. His lips leave a couple of more kisses on that spot before moving higher. Your eyes flutter shut while your hand finds its way to his fluffy hair.

This feels fucking good for both of you.

An anticipation builds within you as he slowly reaches your lips. Damn, you're so eager to feel his mouth on yours, to finally know what it's like to be kissed by Jungkook. So far, it's fantastic and thrilling. No wonder every shady girl wants him.

His lips halt at the corner of yours, his eyes moving up to look at you. The nastiest smirk appears on his face, and man, this is a fucking victory for him. Right now, he has you wrapped around his fingers, and he has never desired this much to kiss you as desperately as he wants right now.

Jungkook doesn’t move, his eyes glued to yours as they slowly open again. None of you moves, and it somehow drives you crazy. You need his lips on yours. His breathing tickles your face, but you couldn’t care less. His hand gently cups your cheek, his thumb stroking your skin.

“Can I?” he asks softly.

The simple fact that he asked instead of just rushing his lips on yours makes your heart swell. Never before has a man done that. In the heat of the moment, you wouldn’t have even thought to ask, but he did. You’d like to say that it surprises you coming from him, but it doesn’t. It definitely matches his personality and who he is.

“Absolutely,” you nod with a smile.

Without hesitation, his lips smash against yours, finally kissing you. The kiss is soft and tender, the kind of kiss that feels long overdue. You immediately melt into it, your fingers curling around the front of his shirt as he smiles into the kiss. His hands find their way to your back, pressing you against his body. The world disappears around you while he deepens the kiss.

You’ve kissed many men before him, but none of them were this great. Jungkook is more than a great kisser, and the more you get to see his flirty side, the more you understand the girls he brings home.

Your body leans into his while your fingers hold his shirt as tight as possible. The two of you desperately try to push each other even closer, as if you’ll run away if you let go. The kiss is all tongue and teeth by now, clearly indicating the nasty turn it’s taking.

But let’s not forget the sex ban you put him under.

It’s not because he has you wrapped around his fingers, or should you say, wrapped around his tongue, that he gets to get freaky. So, very delicately, you push him back with your hands, clearly putting an end to this mindblowing kiss.

A deep groan rumbles in his chest, the vibration running straight to your core and making you wet at the same time, as if this simple moment hadn’t already left you desperate for more.

“You’re still forbidden from sex, Kook,” you whisper against his lips. 

Jungkook doesn’t open his eyes, too scared to see your fucked out expression. He hasn’t really forgotten about it, but somehow, he was hopeful that if it involves you, you’d give him a pass. If he sees you, he won’t be able to resist.

You place a gentle peck on his lips before taking a step back, putting some clear distance between the two of you. This is highly frustrating for you both, but you still have your revenge to get on. And this really helps.

“Fuck,” he mumbles before opening his eyes and running a hand through his hair. “You’re such a fucking tease.”

“You can kiss as much as you want, but it can’t go any further than that,” you reply with a victorious smile on your face. “And you were clearly trying to get me into your bed.”

This sight right here could make him come in an instant. Your shiny, swollen lips are mesmerizing, making it impossible to look away, but beyond that, your beauty is breathtaking. He has never desired anyone as much as he does right now. He definitely wants more, but obviously, he won’t get it. Certainly not from you.

Seems like his hand will be his only consolation tonight…

“You’ll have to try harder for that to happen,” you add.

A smirk instantly stretches his lips, leaving no doubt that he’ll do everything in his power to see you contorting with pleasure underneath him.

In the following days, you purposely avoid Jungkook as if he has the plague, but it’s all part of your silly revenge plan. To say that it frustrates him is a rather huge understatement. Even hearing Melissa and Carter get freaky—because believe it or not, that woman is absolutely loud when she gets dicked down—is absolute torture to him. Usually, it’s quite funny, but not this time around.

Whenever you’d see him from afar, you’d devilishly smile and run away or hide from him as fast as you could. Your smile would grow even bigger when you hear him masturbating and moaning like a frenetic at night, totally ignoring that he’s also torturing you back.

Jungkook plays along with your game. You wanted to torture him, so be it, but he has to get back at you. His only plan is to make you hear his despair. And it’s working because he could hear you, too.

The tension is clearly growing, and none of you is preventing it from expanding. As vicious as it might sound, you are actually more than eager to make it unbearable.

And then, a heatwave hits.

Everything suddenly becomes too much. Your name would roll off his tongue at a surprisingly fast pace, your fingers would find their way to your core every time you thought of him, and avoiding him turns out to be almost impossible. You’re craving each other with a tremendous desperation.

Usually, heatwaves make it almost unbearable to think of getting naughty because it’s just too hot, but to the two of you, it’s actually the opposite. You want it. Maybe not as much as Melissa and Carter, because those two are not stopping for a second. It’s almost like he has forgotten she cheated on him not so long ago. Maybe he has selective memory.

The heat between your legs clearly becomes insufferable. You couldn’t do it anymore. So you probably did the most stupid thing and knocked on his door at midnight after you heard him moaning your name like it was some sort of mantra.

“Not avoiding me anymore, huh?” Jungkook says when he opens the door.

Your gaze drops to his sweaty chest, heavy breathing, and tousled hair before settling on the familiar pair of Calvin Klein briefs he always seems to wear. The prominent bulge instantly makes you drool.

“Actually, I wanted to warn you that I’m going to file a noise complaint,” you teasingly reply.

“Oh, yeah?” he kookily asks. “Isn’t it flattering to have a man masturbating at the thought of you?”

You instantly choke on your own saliva at his straightforwardness. He’s not even trying to hide what he was doing, which somehow surprises you while also not surprising you in the slightest. This man is a walking contradiction. And does it turn you on? Absolutely!

 “Maybe,” you reply, pushing him to get inside his place.

Tonight, you won’t be leaving without getting destroyed by him. Jungkook closes the door behind him before slowly making his way toward you.

“What are you doing here?” he asks, even though the answer is rather obvious.

“I told you—” you start speaking, but he cuts you off.

“We both know it isn’t true.” Jungkook now stands right in front of you, his chest almost pressed against yours.

“Who said I was going to file it against you?” You raise an eyebrow. “It could be against our beloved neighbors, and I’d need some backup, or…” your fingertips trail down his damp chest, sending shivers right through his body. “Or it could be against us and the noise we’re about to make.”

Your eyes follow the tip of your fingertip sliding over his body, noticing as well how his breathing picks up. Although it definitely looks like a victory, it doesn’t feel like one. Why? Because you crave him with your entire being, and he hasn’t surrendered just yet.

A smirk rises on his face before he snorts. “What noises?”

“I don’t know,” you shrug, your eyes moving up to meet his gaze. He’s so fucking breathtaking with his tussled hair. “Maybe something similar to what Melissa and Carter have been up to for the past few days.”  

Anyone with two ears could perfectly hear how loud they’ve been fucking lately. This whole cheating thing has excited them even more. You’re sure that you and Jungkook haven’t been the only people turned on.

“May I need to remind you of the sex ban you put me under?”

The two of you know that it doesn’t matter anymore. The ban has long been forgotten. It simply has been the cataclysm of this whole teasing and flirting between you.

You dangerously close the distance between you, your lips brushing against his ear to whisper, “I don’t remember anything of it.”

Shivers appear on his body instantly. He’s fucked. But he perfectly knows it, and he doesn’t care. All he wants is to have you in any possible way, which clearly seems like he’d get it tonight. If he knew, he’d have called a wizard or whatever to create this heatwave sooner.   

In an instant, his arm wraps around your waist, pushing you even closer to his body. Your chest is pressed to his now, his sweatiness straining your large t-shirt. Jungkook leans closer, his face a breath away from yours. His eyes scan yours for a hot second before his lips fall over yours.

This kiss is far from slow and tender. It’s all tongue and teeth and completely desperate. This is the result of days and weeks of teasing, and man, it feels so fucking great. This time, you definitely aren’t going to leave him. You’re certainly going to let him ruin you in every possible way.

When you break apart, Jungkook walks the two of you to his couch and sits on it, spreading his legs wide. Without giving you much time to think about it, he pulls you into his lap, making you straddle one of his thighs. Your knees trap his toned thigh between you while he gently tugs you closer until you’re chest to chest.

He cups your face and kisses you again, and the heat of his body against yours wraps around you. The despair and lust entirely consume you. For sure, you’re not going to survive, especially with this damn heatwave. His tongue slides into your mouth, making you moan softly. His hands move down to rest on your waist, but they don’t stay there long.

Jungkook breaks the kiss before trailing his lips along your jaw and then your neck, which makes you tilt your head to give him free pass to suck you lightly. Very slowly, you start rocking against his thigh, and the friction between your bodies makes the two of you moan. His groan against your neck makes you move a tiny bit faster.

His hands move to your back, holding you against him while your hips desperately sway. For sure, he’ll leave a mark on your skin, but you absolutely don’t give a shit about it. He’s free to do as he pleases.

When his lips finally leave your neck, he takes a proper look at you, and his cock gets hard instantly. That’s a sight he’ll engrave in his brain forever. This is something he never thought he’d ever witness, but man, he’s fucking happy it ever happened.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, his breathing frenetic. “You’re so fucking pretty.”    

You’re both breathing heavily, looking at each other with so much lust you might combust at any given moment. Jungkook pulls you back for another deep kiss, his tongue instantly making its way inside your mouth while his hands slide up and down your spine, leaving tons of goosebumps on the way.

This is all too wild, especially for Jungkook after going through three weeks without sex. He could just come right there and then just from the kiss, and he absolutely doesn’t care if it might make him look like a desperate man. He is desperate and full of hunger.

His lips move once more down to your neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses along your skin. This time, he doesn’t suck your skin; he just wets it with his tongue and lips, causing moans to fall from your mouth. Your eyes close for a moment to savor this special moment.

Jungkook takes your t-shirt off, throwing it somewhere in the living room, and hooks his fingers into the front of your laced bra to tug it down. Before you can even process what he’s doing, his mouth closes around your nipple. A loud whimper leaves your lips as your back arches instantly.

His lips and tongue are gentle at first, but his desperation takes over his body, and then, he sucks harder. All the while, your hips keep rocking against his thigh. The combined feeling of his hot mouth on your nipple, his flexing thigh under you, and his hardness against your body drives you absolutely crazy.

And then, he slips a hand down your stomach, his fingers teasing the waistband of your pants. The motion of your hips increases instantly, your hands moving to his hair to push him even more against your chest, and a trail of moans falls from your mouth.  

“Can I?” his eyes look up at you before his tongue licks your sensitive nipple.

“Absolutely,” you nod.

At this stage, you can’t tell who’s the most desperate. Him or you? You don’t know, but does it really matter? No, because you’re both getting what you want. You’ve been craving this more and more since the kiss, and hearing him masturbating was like the cherry on top.

Jungkook slips his hand inside your shorts, his fingers immediately finding how wet you already are. “Fuck, you’re so wet,” he says, his head resting against your chest while his eyes close at the feeling of your wetness.  

“Hearing you moaning my name turned me on so fucking much,” you mumble before tucking at his hair.

His finger drags slowly through your folds, gathering some wetness before circling your clit lightly. This is honestly too much. He’s so talented, and now, you definitely get why all the women are so fucking desperate for him. He’s so good at giving pleasure.

“I should do that more often, then,” he replies, his gaze shifting up to your face.

Before you even get to reply, he pushes a finger inside you, curling it slightly, and you clench around him, your hips rocking into his hand. Jungkook doesn’t even let you get used to it; he instantly slides another finger. Your mouth hangs open, small whimpers rumbling deep from within your chest. He thrusts them in and out at a steady pace while his thumb rubs your clit.

“Fuck,” you swear, your gaze locked with his as he fucks you with his fingers.

“That’s it,” he whispers. “Ride my fingers.”

The pace of his fingers increases while they curl perfectly inside you with every thrust. His lips find yours again, swallowing every single moan. He shows no mercy to you, torturing you just the way you need it. For a while, his fingers stretch you as his thumb rubs your clit. You’re a complete mess on his lap.  

At some point, the feeling of his fingers inside you becomes too overwhelming, and you just cum with a high-pitched moan. His eyes never leave you, taking the time to admire how you fall apart on his lap. Your orgasm doesn’t stop him. On the contrary, his fingers thrust even faster.

“Kook…” you manage to say in between moans.

Your hands rest on his arm, trying to hold onto something while he keeps pushing you over the edge. Your hips move, your head falls, and your back arches in a way that might break your spine at some point.

“Too much…” you mumble when you feel your orgasm ready to burst again.

“You can take it, sweetheart,” he says against your shoulder, biting it gently.

The way he speaks to you with his deep voice and the nickname sends you right over the edge again. Your second orgasm is just as intense as the first one, if not more. Even with the hot weather, it feels fucking good. Jungkook looks at you, not wanting to miss a thing, and he halts his fingers.

“You look so fucking beautiful when you come,” he smiles at you like a pervert.

When Jungkook finally takes his fingers out, you whine at the loss, and he brings them to his mouth to taste you. Seeing him doing it makes you clench around emptiness. He’s so hot, it might even be a crime to look that fine.

“And you taste like fucking heaven,” he continues.

“No need to exaggerate,” you smile while shaking your head.

“I’m not lying, sweetheart,” he replies while pushing your body against his. “You know I always say what I think,” he whispers against your lips, pressing another kiss.

Jungkook pushes you off his lap and removes every simple piece of clothing still on your body. He shifts you forward on the couch, placing you on your hands and knees. His hands grip your hips from behind, pulling your ass toward him. The feeling of his bulge against your core makes you both groan. In two seconds, he pushes his underwear down, and then, you feel the head of his cock pressing against your soaked entrance.

Jungkook pushes forward, and the stretch is immediately intense. Your hands tighten into a fist, and your teeth bite your lower lip while he slowly sinks into you from behind. His hands almost bruise your hips as he holds you.

Your mouth falls open when he’s fully inside, and he just stops, giving you both the time to adjust to the stretch. He leans down, his chest pressing against your back, and he presses a kiss on your shoulder.

“Breathe, sweetheart,” he whispers against your skin.

For a moment, he peppers the skin of your back and shoulder with kisses, as if he’s worshipping your body. At some point, you turn your head, and he instantly captures your lips for a kiss.   

As he kisses you, his hips slowly start to move into deep thrusts, and he swallows your moans. Your entire body rocks forward with the snap of his hips. Feeling him inside you is devastatingly overwhelming, but in such a good way. Right now, you’re starting to regret not doing this any sooner. He’s good at it. Really good.

Well, somehow it isn’t surprising since he has sex at least once a week. If he didn’t know how to use his dick by now, that would be something to be concerned about. The girls’ moans were definitely justified, even though you wished it never was at 2 am.

“You’re taking me so well,” he whispers against your ear.

“I know,” you tease him.

Jungkook chuckles before straightening his back. You look back at him with a devious smile on your face.

“You’re so full of yourself,” he says while his eyes are inevitably drawn to where your bodies are joined. It’s mesmerizing to see the way his dick disappears inside you and how you coat him with your wetness. He might get addicted to this sight.

“Not as much as you,” you reply.

His legs slightly spread yours a bit more, and his hand pushes your shoulders even more against the couch, making your back arch even more. Now, his shaft touches parts of your insides you never thought existed. Strangled moans fall from your lips instantly. This feels freaking good and overwhelming at the same time.   

“How couldn’t I be when I have you exactly where I wanted you?” He groans behind you.

Involuntarily, your walls squeeze around him, making the two of you moan. Hearing him say it out loud turns you on even more. It’s not a surprise because he was literally masturbating and moaning your name minutes ago, but it doesn’t change the fact that it’s flattering.  

Instead of replying, you push back to meet his deep thrusts. Jungkook’s hands move to your ass, rubbing his fingers over your skin and watching over and over how you suck him in. He even pushes your cheeks apart to take an even better look, as if he wants to make sure this is real.

Slowly but surely, his pace turns faster, harder, and deeper. The wet sound of skin slapping against skin mixed with your moans echoes in his living room. Everything slowly becomes too much, and you know you’re so freaking close. Jungkook hits a special spot inside you, making your eyes roll back.

And then, your third orgasm just hits you intensely.

You squeeze him tightly while your body shakes under him. This one is honestly intense. You’ve never orgasmed that way before, and fuck, you only want more. You don’t care if you’re being overstimulated, as long as you get to come like this.

Jungkook looks at you falling apart under his ministration, and his chest swells with pride. This is all he ever wanted. As you come back down, he slows his thrusts before pulling out with a wet sound. You whine at the sudden loss, but he’s already turning you around to face him.

He sits back on the couch and pulls you into his lap, making you straddle him all over again. His lips find yours for a messy and sloppy kiss, while your hands wrap around his neck.

“Ride me,” he whispers against your lips.

Well, he doesn’t have to tell you twice—you just obey. Your hands move to his shoulder to balance yourself as you sink down onto his cock. Your body is so wet that he slides in so easily. His hands settle on your waist before you start riding him.

At first, the rolls of your hips are slow and shaky, but his hands help you all along. Every time you sink down on him, he groans deeply, which only makes you grow wetter. Slowly, your confidence increases, and your hips move rather faster and deeper. The two of you get completely lost in pleasure, enjoying every bit of this moment.

One of his hands finds your clit, rubbing slick circles while his other hand guides your movements. His face hides for a second in the crook of your neck, gently kissing and biting your skin. His fingers never stop teasing your clit, and it only brings you closer to the edge. If he keeps going, you’ll come at least three more times before this even stops.

Being with him right here feels honestly so good. Your mind is completely drunk on pleasure, your eyes are half-lidded, your lips parted, and your helpless moans keep falling from your mouth.

“This is so good,” he whispers against your skin as his fingers move faster on your clit, the slick sound of it filling the air.

His eyes look up at you, watching just how destroyed you are. He’s so close as well. It’s a matter of seconds before he’s coming deep inside you. Both your bodies are covered in sweat—proof of the damn hot weather and of your steamy activities.  

You whimper at his words, totally agreeing with him, and your head falls on his shoulder as you keep riding him. This is seriously becoming too overwhelming all over again. Jungkook feels it with the way your body starts shaking. He doesn’t want any of this to end any time soon.

The hand on your waist slides up on your back, pressing you even more against him. Your hard and sensitive nipples brush against his chest, which makes you moan against his skin. By now, your entire body is sensitive. He’s torturing you just so perfectly.

“You’re clenching so hard around me, sweetheart,” he whispers in your ear.

His fingers circle your clit even faster, wanting to bring you to orgasm for a fourth time. Without really noticing it, you bounce quicker on him, chasing this upcoming orgasm. Your moans get louder, just like the sound of skin slapping against skin.

For sure, your neighbors are hearing the free show you're giving them. You might as well inspire them to do the same, and you don’t even doubt that Melissa and Carter might follow you, if they aren’t already doing the deed.  

Jungkook is just as desperate as you are, so his hips naturally thrust up to meet your movements. The two of you moan way too loud, but who cares? Well, hopefully, none of your neighbors will file a noise complaint against you.

Before you even realize it, you’re coming hard around him, more of your juices running down his shaft. And he follows you right after, his cock pumping you full of his cum. Feeling it makes you squeeze him even harder, and a strangled sound escapes his pretty lips.

Your head rests on his shoulder as you try to get down from everything that just happened. His fingers trace circles along your spine. Your bodies are completely spent and covered in sweat.

“You definitely know how to use that dick of yours,” you say when you’ve managed to catch your breath.

Jungkook brushes damp strands of hair away from your face. “Who said I didn’t?”

You chuckle while shaking your head. He’s unbelievable. “I did,” you reply.

“Glad I finally got to prove you wrong,” he says before pressing a gentle kiss on your lips. “Maybe we should take a shower.”

You simply nod, and he drags the two of you into his bathroom. It’s supposed to be a simple and quick shower, but in an instant, it turns into another sex session where he completely rearranges your guts against the shower’s wall. Shower sex was a first for you, but you’re definitely going to try it again with him.  

The night turns out to be a long one, and the heatwave definitely seems not to matter at all. If you’re too hot, you ride him all over again. Luckily for you, you don’t have to work the next day, you wouldn’t have been able to present yourself at work.

As of now, let’s just say that whenever you gather to hear your neighbors’ shenanigans, it inevitably ends up with the two of you entwined.