Lindsey

⌘

Last week when Jungkook first mentioned going camping, you have to admit you weren’t too thrilled with the idea. However now, on a Thursday afternoon as you sit in the passenger seat of the rental car, you can’t help but smile and grow fonder of your boyfriend as he drives away from the hectic city. You and Jungkook had been on the road for about an hour, with another hour and a half to go upstate. 

The drive was pretty as Fall was coming in full swing. The tree leaves were colors of orange, yellow, and shades of reds as they framed each side of the road. It had been the first time Jungkook had driven since moving to New York with you, his feet a little peddle happy as he speeds just above the limit to keep with up traffic. His right hand rested on your jean clad thigh as you helped him navigate directions on your phone over the music. Jungkook had a beautiful singing voice—something not many people knew about and his voice that was coated in honey continuously filled the car making the drive go by fast. 

He’s currently belting a Frank Ocean song and it suddenly feels like you’re transported back home, going on an adventure with Jungkook and endless possibilities. 

Moving to New York City had been the biggest shock of your life. You knew that it was going to be difficult, but it was even harder than you were expecting. You had been used to the big city from living in Seoul for so long, but NYC seemed like a whole different ballgame. When you and Jungkook arrived at JFK International Airport back at the end of August, the only thought that pulsed through you was that you were so happy to have him here with you, unsure if you were mentally prepared enough to take it on alone. 

You and Jungkook had found an apartment online a few weeks before you moved out of Seoul. It was a small one bedroom in Brooklyn, but it was all the space that you two needed for now. The apartment was near a subway stop, an uncountable amount of coffee shops and restaurants, had good walking trails nearby, and perhaps the best part—it came with a washer and dryer—coveted NYC real estate. Perhaps the worst part about it was telling your father that you and Jungkook would be sharing the space together, ignoring the way he looked at your mother—thoughts of things he didn’t want his daughter doing filling his mind. 

After you and Jungkook had left Jeju Island this past summer, it seemed like time hadn’t stopped rolling over you since then. It was so sad leaving your family behind and until you had finally fell asleep beside Jungkook on the plane, you were fighting tears the entire time. He held your hand, resting his head on yours, assuring you that everything was going to be okay. 

Alas, two months later—everything was going okay for the most part. Luckily you lived in a world where texting, social media, and FaceTime were the normal. It was easy to keep up with everyone and you had thought that would have been the hard part. 

No—no, the hard part had been just leaving and growing up faster than ever. 

You and Jungkook went from a city where you knew practically every nook and crevice of, to a strange place with so many people from so many backgrounds. You had dreamt for so long about being in this city, but now that you were doing most things on your own, it was no less than jarring. 

People here seemingly lived to work and it was something you definitely weren’t used to. You actually enjoyed your job thus far but the entire process had been extremely overwhelming. Some days it was hard to collect your thoughts and that had been especially true the last couple weeks. You had been on go, go, go mode, getting home later than usual, missing meals, and worrying Jungkook to the point he felt the need to schedule a weekend escape for you two behind your back. 

It was times like this where you felt like you and Jungkook were transported back to college. Unfortunately, reality has set in, you and Jungkook officially crossing that line months ago. It’s weird how much life changes within a year—a year ago you were going to bars with your friends, getting wasted every single weekend, getting high with Taehyung and Jungkook in their apartment, visiting your family whenever you pleased. Now—you’re alone with Jungkook in the adult world lucky to even have the energy to leave your small apartment on the weekends.

“Do you even know where we’re going exactly, Jungkook?” You ask him as the minutes continue to dwindle on your phone, though it seems like you’re going straight to the middle of nowhere. 

He shrugs, adjusting his sunglasses, “If I did, would I need you right now?” He says jokingly with a pinch to your thigh—a habit he can’t seem to break. 

You swat his hand, “It’s just gonna get dark soon, I don’t want you to have to drive in that,” you tell him with concern. 

“Baby it’s okay,” he laughs, “We don’t have much longer do we?” He asks. You check your phone. 

“Thirty-five minutes,” you answer. 

“Ah,” he pauses giving you a smirk, his eyes twinkling just a tad as he pushes his sunglasses on top of his hair that has grown out some since the summer, “Just enough time for my encore.” 

You roll your eyes, unable to fight a laugh deep from your chest. The thing about Jungkook is that he loved so hard, you could feel it in every moment. It was like a heavy presence that surrounded him—almost like a blackhole of some sorts. If you kept your distance, his hold was still strong to keep you close enough to him, but a step too close—he sucked you deeply in, making you fall more in love with him everyday. In your scenario, the latter is the path you fall down each time. 

⌘

When Jungkook said camping—this is not what you pictured. 

“Holy shit Jungkook,” you say as he leads you towards the “campsite”. You and Jungkook had just arrived after sunset to what seemed to be a huge farm and vineyard. With the sun now set, it was hard to see exactly what type of property Jungkook had brought you two, but when you checked in at a huge—and you mean huge—tent at the front of the property, you should have known it was going to be more extravagant than a tent on the ground and a blowup mattress. 

Yes, it’s a tent—a large white structure that’s lifted up off the ground with a small porch frame surrounding it. There’s a warm glow coming from the inside and you can kind of make out the inside through the opening that’s partitioned with a zippered bug net. 

You hand off your weekend bag to Jungkook before you unzip the tent and bug net fully—your breath taken away in an instant. The inside is significantly warmer than the chilly Fall air behind you, noticing a small wood stove burning in the front corner of the tent. Right in the middle sits a large bed on a wooden bed frame, two lamps on both sides with small nightstands, and a few chairs spread throughout. 

Jungkook has sat your stuff down right in front of the foot of the bed, watching you walk around the small space in awe, a smile spreading across your face as you take everything in. 

“Do you like it?” Your boyfriend’s voice catches your attention through your reverie. Your gaze meets his from a few steps away, his eyes looking a little worried as he chews on his lip anxiously. 

You’re nodding before you realize it, “Yes, oh my god Jungkook—this is incredible,” you step towards him, brushing some hair out of his face. He visibly softens at your touch, “How’d you find this place?” 

“I saw it on an Instagram ad,” he says honestly with a little chuckle as he shrugs off his jacket. You follow suit; between your sweater and the fire being enough warmth for you. 

You give him a smile, “Thank you—this was very unexpected.” 

He pulls you in for a quick hug and kiss on your head, “Anything for you baby.” 

You and Jungkook settle in for the night, scooping out the entirety of the tent. The floor is a light hardwood, with a few rugs and such to absorb any noise. At the back of the tent, there’s a second zipper than opens up to an open concept bathroom—a sink, toilet, and shower included. This was definitely an upgrade from the first time you and Jungkook had ever gone camping together years ago in the Seoraken National Park. You had taken an hour long shower after you returned from that trip from actually living on the ground for that week. 

Behind the bed is a long table the length of the headboard—a little skinny but some free goodies on it. There’s a small electric kettle, an assortment of teas and instant coffee packets, a few snacks, and even a s’mores kit that you know you two will have to utilize at some point this weekend. There’s also a welcome packet of information, a few papers stapled together in a large manila envelope. Jungkook is unpacking some of his toiletries and chargers as you read through the information. 

Welcome to Collective Retreats! We are super excited to have you as our guests and we hope you enjoy your stay in our unique camping experience. Our property sits on the famous Marshall’s Vineyard and Farm just two hours outside of New York City. This packet outlines all of our amenities, wi-fi information, on-site winery events, farm to table dining options, and recommendations for those who wish to venture outside of their visit to the town Hudson, which is less than 10 minutes away. There are a few house rules listed below that we wish for you to respect. If you have any questions or concerns please do not hesitate to reach out to the front office or the number listed below. We have staff onsite everyday from 6 AM to 10 PM. 

You flip through the pages, eyes scanning each word quickly until something in particular makes you snort—fighting to hold in your laughter as you bite your lip. Oh boy. 

“What’s up?” Jungkook asks from behind you, emerging from the bathroom. He wraps his arms around your front lazily, resting his chin on your shoulder as he peeks over to read what you’re seeing. He mumbles the words to himself as he reads, but quickly cuts himself off—“What?” 

You can’t help but let out your laughter now, setting down the papers back on the table. Jungkook pushes away from you, grabbing the papers again quickly. 

“This has to be a fucking joke, right?” His expression looks anxious, his eyes dilating wide as he reads the same words over and over again. 

The house rules for Collective Retreats included: 

• If you leave your fire unattended, please keep the grate closed and locked.

• Hot water goes fast — so make your showers quick for you and the environment! 

• Please do not disturb the animals on the property. If a little fellow happens to stumble onto your porch, don’t fret! Leave them be and if they do not go away, give us a call and we will come collect them.

• Quiet hours are 10 PM to 7 AM. Please keep all noise to a minimum during this time. 

• Please do not participate in any intimacy on our beds and sheets. They are of extremely high quality and if there are any stains after your stay, you will be invoiced for replacements. 

“This has to be a fucking joke,” Jungkook reiterates as he looks over to you—his eyes clearly begging you to confirm his words. 

“I don’t think so babe,” you bite your tongue, trying to stifle another laugh. 

“Hey!” He says, slamming down the papers, “This isn’t funny,” he pouts, jutting out his bottom lip; lip ring being caught in the light. 

You walk towards him, chest to chest as you wrap your arms around his neck, “Jungkook it’s fine, we’re only here for three days,” you raise an eyebrow at him. His hands find your waist tightly, eyes narrowing at you. 

“Um yeah,” he pauses matter-of-factly-, “The longest we’ve gone since we started dating,” even as those words leave his mouth, his mouth juts out in a pout. This weekend was supposed to be about you, making you feel good, and letting you relax. 

You find yourself shaking your head at him with an eye roll, “Jungkook you went twenty-three years without fucking me so I’ll think you’ll be fine—“

Jungkook pinches your ass with you yelping in return, “We’ll see about that.” 

You could recognize that tone anywhere—Jungkook never backed down from a challenge. It was part of his DNA to accept any opportunity that presented itself. His years as a baseball player only fueled this fire in the pit of his stomach even more and right now, with the provocation he’s been given, you can only assume he’s up to no good. Yes, this was a trip planned just for you but that doesn’t mean Jungkook can’t get his way by the end of the weekend. 

⌘

You wake up the next morning to the smell of coffee and the after smell of fading burning wood. When you open your eyes, you squint and blink rapidly to refocus your vision. You’re warm under the sheet and duvet, cuddling deeper into the mattress that seemingly just sucks your body in. 

You turn over and realize Jungkook isn’t in bed with you. You look around, pushing yourself up to find him standing behind the bed, messing around with the tea kettle and instant coffee packets. You fight a small smile as you look at him fondly. Jungkook sense you’re now awake, his eyes meeting yours from his spot. 

“Morning,” he smiles, “Coffee?” He asks. 

You stretch out your arms, a whine of relief escaping from the back of your throat. You nod in response, “Yes please,” your voice a little groggy and slow. 

“Did you sleep well?” He muses, stirring in some sugar for you quickly before he moseys his way over to you, handing you the gray mug that’s warm in your hands. You take a short sip, not wanting to burn your tongue. It’s definitely not Starbucks or one of the coffeeshops around your neighborhood in Brooklyn, but it’s good. Strong, slightly sweet and bitter. 

“Really well,” you set down the mug on the small nightstand to prevent the brown liquid from spilling on the white duvet you’re still sat under. “Did you? How long have you been up?” 

Jungkook sits down in front of you, a sigh escaping his lips, “Mhmm,” he pauses, “Haven’t been up that long, you were practically taking up the entire bed though.” 

You grab his tattooed forearm, tugging him to fall back down into bed with you. He maneuvers beside you immediately, understanding what you want from him. 

As you’re adjusting yourself, throwing a leg around his waist to hold onto him closely, you can’t help but smack his tummy, “That is so not true—you practically lay on top of me every night.” 

He laughs, his fingers massaging the top of your messy hair hair gently, “Lies.” 

Both of you lay there in a few moments of silence, holding onto each other only listening to each other’s breathing and the bird’s chirping outside. You and Jungkook were not, and were never going to be that couple that cuddled while they slept—it was a before bed and after waking up activity. It was almost ritual at this point and you loved it. He was so big and always smelled so good that you couldn’t help but cling to him. 

Jungkook’s free hand begins to move towards your backside, pulling your leg even further over himself, his fingertips rubbing your ass teasingly. He gives your ass a squeeze and you know exactly what he’s trying to do. 

You look up at him and give him a pointed look, “Quit it,” you warn him. He smirks, chuckling to himself, dropping his hand away from you. Morning sex was Jungkook’s favorite, but you weren’t giving into him—an invoice for cum-stained expensive sheets not worth the money nor the shame. 

“What do you want to do today?” He then asks. You begin to feel a little hot in your sweatpants, sweatshirt, and dwindling fire. You normally slept in a t-shirt or a barely there pajama set, so the cold last night was a bit shocking hence both your and Jungkook’s fully clothed sleeping attire. This morning though, the weather was nice and the sun was shining bright—probably wouldn’t have to rekindle the fire until this evening. 

“Lay here all day,” you tell him only half-joking. You would gladly lay here with him all day but you know that you two should definitely get out of the tent and start to enjoy your weekend fully. “We can go check out the vineyard? Get day drunk?” 

He chuckles, kissing between your neck and chin as you look down at him fondly, “Sounds good to me. Wanna get some breakfast at the main lodge?” 

With your stomach growling on cue—the McDonald’s from last night well gone from your system now—“Thought you’d never ask.” 

⌘

“Why’d you get rid of it?” 

Your voice is quiet and calm, not wanting to disturb the peace of nature surrounding you. 

Jungkook furrows his eyebrows, though he doesn’t open his eyes, “Of what?” 

Jungkook’s head is in your lap and your finger nails have been running through his hair gently for the last ten minutes. You’re sure if you hadn’t spoken, Jungkook would have easily drifted off to sleep. Your oval acrylics are one of Jungkook’s favorite features about you for this very reason. You stop your head scratching, taking your thumb to gently push back his fringe away from his right eyebrow. 

“Your piercing,” you say with a pout you didn’t even know you had. You remember waking up with Jungkook one morning, piercing still there but when you came home that evening it was gone. Jungkook shrugged it off and never really explained why. 

He inhales a deep breath, opening his eyes in a squint. You shift your weight so your body blocks the sun for him; his brown eyes now fully looking up at you. 

“Just wasn’t feeling it anymore,” he shrugs, “It was kind of annoying me.” 

“I liked it though,” you frown, inspecting where you can still see the two punctures on either side of his eyebrow. 

“Well I liked your belly button piercing and it’s gone now,” he says pointedly with a smirk. 

You furrow your eyebrows at him, “Oh my god, that was like four years ago.” 

Jungkook suddenly sits up, stretching his neck out, “I know—it was truly a tragic day for me and my dick.” 

You can’t help but laugh at him as you take a sip of your wine from the plastic cup. He follows suit giving you a small smile, before he looks out over the vineyard. Your day had been perfect thus far, unsure of how it could get better than this. You and Jungkook had eaten breakfast out on the small porch of your little tent, toured around the vineyard and farm, had a late picnicked lunch on a large blanket—the farm to table food absolutely divine. Currently, you two were laid up on a daybed that overlooked the vineyard up near the main lodge where you checked in last night. 

The view was truly magical—farmland and vines going on for what seemed like miles. It was a nice change from the bustling life you two had in the city. For in what felt like forever, you felt like you actually had a grasp over time again. 

Jungkook had been taking pictures all day and with the many rest areas around the campsite, you two decided to chill out for a moment. That moment turned into an hour, with him scrolling through each picture he took on his fancy camera and you reading a book as he laid in your lap. You two had also bought a bottle of wine, splitting it as you two relaxed in the sun. It was chilly today, but the sun gave you some nice heat for your exposed skin. 

You bookmark your page before closing it, taking a look around the area. It was nearing 5 PM, so the sun would for sure began to set soon. As you’re looking over your right shoulder, something—someones—catch your eye. It’s a small family—a husband, wife, and a little boy who looks to be about 5 years old at the most. They aren’t too far away from you and Jungkook, but he clearly hasn’t noticed them as he’s snapping a few pictures to your left. 

You smile at what the dad and his son are doing as the mother watches on. You nudge Jungkook, a small “hm?” coming from him as he turns his head to you. 

“Look,” you’re still smiling at the family and you catch Jungkook’s shoulders relaxing, a soft expression crossing his features when he follows your eyesight. 

The dad is catching what seems to be a baseball from the little boy back and forth, both of them exclaiming in laughter each time he catches it. You swear it makes your uterus pulse. The mom is sat in what looks like the mix of a hammock and a swing, holding a hand over her round tummy—you wonder if she’s pregnant with another little one. 

You glance back at Jungkook who is still looking in the distance at the family. You can only imagine what’s going on through Jungkook’s head right now. You used to go to the bullpen with Jungkook many evening and nights before his accident, watching him pitch out all his frustrations for the week. You’re not even sure the last time Jungkook touched a baseball. You’re sure that his heart swells and hurts all at the same time—because it definitely does for you—for him. For Jungkook, it’s like looking through a time machine—seeing himself and his dad through the lens. 

“POV, it’s Jungkook as a daddy,” you attempt to make a joke and a faint smile breaks across his face. His eyes flicker over to you, licking his lips quickly as he rests his arm over your thigh, squeezing the flesh through your jeans. 

“POV, it’s Y/N as Jungkook’s baby mama,” he retorts and you can’t help but snort, but the thought makes you smile internally. 

“Hm funny,” you lean towards him, pecking his cheek, “Not if this IUD has her way the next five years.” 

He doesn’t let you move, grabbing onto your chin to keep you in place, “And that’s plenty of time to find our prime baby-making position,” he closes in on your lips. You smile into him, kissing him back quickly. While you and Jungkook had only been dating for a few months, you two had eight years of friendship behind that. At this point you weren’t sure you could ever see yourself falling in love with anyone else. You wanted everything from him—marriage, babies, the white picket fence, and the damn dogs. 

Jungkook deepens your kiss by open his mouth a little wider, inviting your tongue inside. You both taste a little bit like wine which intoxicates you even further. Your hand makes it way to the back of his head to pull him closer to you. Jungkook’s hands move down your side and with a strong grip, he pulls you over his lap. 

“Jungkook—“ you break the kiss but he grabs your lips again with his own, laughing against your skin. 

“Hm?” He asks mischievously as he looks up from you in his position, his hands sliding into the back of your jean pockets pulling you taut against his crotch. 

“You better stop,” you raise an eyebrow at him as you try your best to resist him—but it goes failed when he presses his lips against yours again. You sigh into him as he rests back on one hand, one of your hands moving inside the edge of his sweatshirt. His skin is warm, inviting, despite the cool air. 

“What if I don’t want to stop,” he counters, both of you smiling into each other. Both of you are buzzed off the wine and you can’t help but feel like the luckiest girl in the world as you look down at your boyfriend. 

“Well considering there’s a family right over there, I think we’d get arrested for public indecency.” 

He chuckles, leaning back on both hands now, “Not here, obviously,” he pauses before suddenly his eyes light up ever so slightly—“Unless you’d want to—“

You pinch his nipple through his sweatshirt, “No—to both of those,” you say even though the idea was extremely enticing. 

He furrows his eyebrows with a tiny pout, “You really don’t want to fuck here this weekend?” 

“I never said I didn’t,” you return, your fingertips still playing with the edge of his sweatshirt. Your breathing is a little nervous, your thighs desperate to clinch around something. “But I’m not going to let you get charged for us ruining those sheets.” 

“Who says we’d ruin them?” He argues back, a smirk playing on his lips. 

You scrunch your nose up, “We’re not taking the risk,” you lean froward catching his lips with yours again, simply unable to resist him. His sugar talking was not going to work on you this time. 

“You just love to torture me, don’t you?” He says after you pull away, chewing on his lip ring. 

“Very much so,” you whisper with a snarky tone in which you know it’d drive him crazy. You begin to move off him but his grip stops you in your place. 

“You’re so full of shit,” Jungkook mutters before smacking your ass playfully. You let out a laugh when he finally loosens his grip for you to move off of him. 

You glance back over where the family was, but they’ve now disappeared. It makes you feel a little embarrassed that yours and Jungkook’s escapades could have easily been the reason they are gone, but you choose the ignorance is bliss path. Jungkook is putting his black beanie back on his head and you help him tame his fringe that spills out beneath it. He looks so cute and you can’t help but press a kiss to his nose. 

He smiles while he bites his lip, taking a glance around the area one more time. He lets out a laugh to himself and you nudge him, silently asking him what’s funny. 

“Wanna play a game?” He asks, something playful and mysterious behind his eyes. 

“What game?” You ask him with a tilt of your head. 

He points over behind you, your eyes following his motions, landing on what looks to be a life size set of Jenja. You can’t help but laugh, glancing back over to Jungkook who has now fully stood up from the daybed. 

“You want to play Jenja?” 

He purses his lips before nodding, “C’mon,” he extends his hand for you to take. 

You grab it, Jungkook pulling you off the daybed, your dirty Doc Martens hitting the ground. You keep hold of his hand as you two walk towards the game. The tower is stacked perfectly and it’s hard to know the last time it had been used. It stands on a table and you can’t help but smile over at Jungkook when he seems more than excited. 

“Are we playing for a prize?” You ask him, wanting to know the reason behind his hidden mischievousness. 

“Duh,” he raises an eyebrow at you—typical Jungkook. 

You decide to make the first move, carefully removing a piece towards the top of the tower, starting off on the safer side. Jungkook makes an annoying sound affect as you take it out, moving it to the top of the tower. You swat at his side, shooting him daggers. 

“My turn,” he sing-songs. He chooses a block towards the middle, carefully plucking it out and sticking it on top next to yours. 

“So what’s the prize?” You ask after you successfully move your second block. 

Jungkook inhales deeply, dramatically concentrating on his second block to move. 

“If you win, you can continue to torture me,” he says placing the wooden block on top. You furrow your eyebrows at him; his eye contact reaches yours, a smirk playing on his lips as he steps close to you, “If I win, I get to fuck you in those sheets.” 

You nearly knock over the entire tower when you bump into the table, Jungkook taking away your full attention. He laughs, his nose scrunching up when he takes in your clearly stunned expression. You emptily blink at him, your mouth parting ever so slightly. 

“You’re ridiculous,” is what you muster up through laugh after a few moments of silence. You’d blame Jungkook’s mischievousness on the wine you two had been sipping on for the last hour, but you couldn’t. Jungkook was naughty and weird all on his own—and partially why you loved him in the way you did. 

You tear your eyes away from Jungkook, focusing back to the Jenja tower. You bite your lip and narrow your eyes in concentration, carefully picking out a block from the bottom. Jungkook raises his brow at your ballsy move, an exhale releasing from your lips that he loved so much after you placed the block on top. 

“Fine,” you finally give Jungkook an answer, confident in your abilities that’d you come out of this competition victorious. 

Jungkook playfully taps your ass, “That’s my girl.” 

From that point, you and Jungkook find yourself in probably the most intense game of Jenja in the history of Jenja. Jungkook is naturally a strategic person when it comes to things like this—perhaps that’s the one advantage he has over you. However, given Jenja is historically a children’s game, you decide to play to your own advantages. Jungkook and you go back and forth, extracting out the blocks carefully, but you decide to mess with him a bit. 

Jungkook watches you carefully when you make a move to slide out a block that has the power to send the tower tumbling. You hold your breath, knowing the move is risky and could easily have you in the losing bucket—but you manage to successfully get the block out. 

“Yes,” you whisper through your teeth, giving Jungkook an amused smirk. 

“Don’t celebrate too much sweetheart,” he muses in retaliation, “You still gotta stack it.” 

And that’s exactly what you do. Jungkook is standing across from you and you send him two cheeky middle fingers. The tower was in serious instability thanks to your move. Jungkook stands with his arms crossed, eyeing the tower up and down as he tries to determine his next move. The sun has now pretty much disappeared over the horizon and a chill runs down your spine. 

“Hurry up loser, I’m getting cold over here,” you taunt him. 

Jungkook shoots you daggers, running his tongue against the inside of his mouth—a habit of his that comes out when he’s being tested. Finally, Jungkook chooses a block that’s settled towards the bottom of the tower, having not much choice up top. Your jaw slacks when Jungkook successfully wiggles the piece of wood out, a victorious giggle emitting from him. 

Your face drops, knowing that this tower would probably betray you on your next turn. You watch Jungkook’s hands as he carefully places it on top beside your last block. When he goes to remove his fingers, something happens that sends an evil smile on your face. Jungkook’s face goes pale as he carefully lifts his fingertips, but as he does this, the tower begins to shift. 

“Fuck,” he mutters under his breath, but you hear him loud and clear. 

“Babe, you’re supposed to let go,” you tell him with wide eyes as you lean on the table with your hands. His eyes move from the tower over to you, glancing down your front, he feels his insides stir knowing that he’s not going to be rearranging your guts tonight like he thought. 

Finally, Jungkook’s removes his fingers and steps back. It only takes about five seconds before the tower is tipping to the right and then finally crashing down on the table and around on the ground. Jungkook rolls his eyes when you cheer in victory across from him. 

“Aw, Jungkook are you okay?” You meander over to him, your voice whiney and baby-like, “I know you’re not use to losing like this—“ 

He suddenly grabs your arm, tugging you to him, playfully shaking you around. 

“You’re the bane of my existence,” he says letting go of you some. You look up at him through your lashes, pressing yourself up on your toes to peck his lips lightly. 

“Good,” you wink at him. 

Y/N 1, Jungkook 0. 

⌘

The rest of your evening with Jungkook at the vineyard had been perfect. The on-site restaurant was small, but the food was the real deal and changed daily depending on the season. Tonight was build your own pizza night which Jungkook was ecstatic about. Another bottle of wine had been downed with dinner and you know it would be a regret in the morning, but the blissful feeling pulsing through your veins was well worth it. 

Back in the your tent, you two didn’t want to kill the amazing buzz garnered, so Jungkook was currently rolling a small joint between his two fingers. You already made the decision to clean up for bed and change into comfy clothes knowing that the high would send you sleep sooner than later. 

Jungkook’s eyes flicker between you and the joint when it brings it up to his lips to lick the paper close. There’s a playfulness in his drunken glazed over eyes and it makes stomach deep in your tummy stir. You have to make a conscious effort to not stare at his tongue as it slides against the paper. 

“You ready?” He quirks an eyebrow your way. 

You nod from your place on the bed in the middle of the tent. Jungkook walks over to you and pulls you up at once, allowing you to take the leave to step out of the tent—not without a quick smack to your ass of course. 

You shoot him a glare to which he answers with a laugh. Jungkook lights the joint before taking a deep inhale once, then twice. He passes it over to you and the way your fingers brush against his own have chills running down your spine. You follow suit and it’s nearly instant the way your entire body relaxes. You and Jungkook didn’t get high as often as you partook in college, but he almost always was strapped with goods on special occasions and trips. Both of you chat reminiscing over your day—the wine, the food, the overdue relaxation. It was all so perfect and it made your heart burst each time you glanced his way. You both decide it’s best not to finish it as you still wanted to hang out for a bit before going to bed, so Jungkook puts it out and tucks it away for later.

Jungkook plops on the bed first and you crawl over to his left side where he’s welcoming you with open arms. It’s gotten chilly since the sun went down and luckily the small fireplace inside was keeping the room warm, but there would never be a fire or blanket that would heat you up the way Jungkook’s body did. 

Neither of you are talking, just simply enjoying each other’s presence, warmth, and the high that was overtaking your bodies. You can’t believe how hesitant you were when Jungkook initially told you about taking this quick trip. The last 48-hours alone had been some of the best since you both moved to New York. As much as you and Jungkook did love each other, there were still times when it felt like he could slip from your reach. The drastic move had been difficult for both of you—homesickness, anxiety, stress—it was a storm that most newly formed relationships probably wouldn’t have survived. Needless to say, having a weekend of slowing down wasn’t just needed for your relationship, it was needed for you too. 

“Jungkook,” you muttered into his chest. 

“Hm,” he took a glance down at your face and both of your noses were almost touching at the proximity. 

“Thank you for bringing me here,” you smile a genuine smile, your hand finding its way to the side of his face.

“Of course,” he said with a nod, “I thought we might have needed it.” 

“Yeah,” you laugh in agreement, “It feel like I can breathe right now.” 

Jungkook’s eyebrows furrow at your comment, “What’s that mean?” 

You push yourself up slightly to look down at him as he rolls on his back, “The last few months have been a lot you know? I’ve been so busy with work and haven’t been able to give you the attention I know you need sometimes…it just makes me feel bad knowing I dragged you out here—“

“Whoa,” he interrupts you in pure disbelief, “Jesus Y/N I promise you that you didn’t ‘drag me out here’. I wanted to come with you because I love you. I told you I didn’t want you to be alone back in Jeju and I meant that.” 

You swallow, his words twinging sparks around your heart, “But now you’re alone sometimes.” 

Jungkook gives you a ‘really?’ kind of look before saying, “Baby I’m fine. I know you’re busy with work, it doesn’t offend me at all. If anything, it makes things like this feel even more special when I do get all of your time.” 

You pout because of your perfect fucking boyfriend who always knows the right thing to say. Hell, he’s not even just a boyfriend—he’s your best friend at the end of the day. 

Jungkook’s eyes flicker down from your eyes, your nose, and then finally your lips before glancing back up. He licks his lips quickly before speaking once more. 

“When did you first realize that you’d wanted to be more than friends?” 

His question takes you aback as he absentmindedly twirls loose ends of your hair between his fingers. 

“I-I don’t know actually,” you furrow your eyebrows as your try to pinpoint in your mind a memory or something in particular that would satisfy as an answer, but you come up short every time. “I think maybe I just always knew that if you wanted to, I’d want to as well. In Jeju things just clicked during that argument, I guess.” 

Jungkook smirks, the tiniest chuckle emitting from his closed lips. 

“What about you?” You ask him. 

“Do you remember when I had my first surgery?” He asks and you nod immediately. 

Jungkook’s knee injury had come with so many complications he had to have two surgeries a few months apart as well as physical therapy for nearly a year. 

“It’s gonna sound fucked up but when I woke up after, Chaeyoung was there but I remember wishing it was you the entire time. I think that’s when I started recognizing my feelings towards you weren’t fully platonic.” 

Your heart lurches in your chest thinking back to that tumultuous time. You had visited him while he was at the hospital, but you had kept your visits brief not to upset his then girlfriend at the time. 

“I pulled away from you after that because I didn’t know how to deal with my feelings for you while also dating Chaeyoung,” he pauses as you brush some of his longer fringe from his eyes, “I still regret that time to this day. It wasn’t fair to either one of you.” 

“Jungkook no, it’s okay,” you tell him genuinely, “It hurt not being as close as I wanted but I also understood why. If I was Chaeyoung I also would have probably felt the same about me too.” 

Jungkook frowns slightly, “When we broke up she said I needed to figure out what I wanted to do you with before getting into another relationship with someone else. I think those two things is what really made me think about what I wanted from you and it wasn’t just friendship. I always knew I wanted to be you.”

Jungkook’s words make you smile, though a pang of sadness hides in the corners of your chest. You would hate to imagine if he didn’t listen to his heart because you’re not sure you would have ever made the move to cross that boundary. You would have rather have kept your best friend in romantic purgatory than lose him all together. 

“I’m surprised you didn’t say after we kissed that one time,” you attempt to lighten the mood and Jungkook snickers. 

“Well obviously that didn’t help my case either,” he narrows his eyes before chewing on his lip piercing, “I was more concerned about hiding my boner than my feelings at the time.” 

Both of you break out into a fit of blissful laughter before you scoot your body impossibly closer to his larger frame to crowd his entire space. 

“I love you,” you peck his lips to which he keeps you close to him for a few seconds longer than you anticipated. 

“I love you more,” he winks knowing how much you hate it when he says that. You smack his chest playfully before chasing one more kiss. 

Jungkook pulls you over towards his body as he deepens your kiss without shame. You throw a leg around his own and hold him tight against you. You’re not sure if it’s the wine, the weed, or just your immaculately sexy boyfriend, but each time his fingertips graze the skin under your sweatshirt, you have to do everything to hold yourself off from pouncing. Your body temperature begins to creep up and its obvious the way Jungkook begins to harden that you need to stop. 

You pull yourself away from him to which Jungkook emits a whine. 

“Baby please,” he pouts as he looks up at you with those pitiful eyes which held all the stars in the universe. 

“Jungkook,” you warn, though you feel yourself beginning to want to break a boundary as each moment passes, “You know we shouldn’t.” 

As a response, he grazes one of his hands down to your ass which was scantily clad with shortie shorts that had been driving him insane ever since you changed into them. With a squeeze against your flesh, you actively feel your nipples hardening and you’re thankful for the sweatshirt that hangs around your upper body. 

Jungkook raises an eyebrow at you when his hand moves from your backside and over your hip, his fingertips dipping below your waistband teasingly. The subconscious way you bite your lip makes Jungkook smirk as if he’s actually won something here, but you refused to give into him that easily—not when you still had the upper hand in whatever twisted game you two were playing with each other. 

In a sudden quick movement, you sit up and sit yourself down onto his thick thighs, palming his chest underneath his t-shirt. He watches you curiously as you lean down and peck his lips before moving to the side of his neck with gentle presses of your lips to his skin. You breathe him in deeply, his scent like your own personal aphrodisiac. Simultaneously you begin to push up his black t-shirt to expose his defined chest and abdominals. Somehow, he had become more ripped in the months since moving, but you sure as hell weren’t going to complain. 

“What are you doing?” He asks curiously as you scoot down closer to the obvious bulge that was straining against his pants. 

You shrug, unable to wipe away the smug look across your face as you begin to palm his cock through the material of his pants. Jungkook visibly inhales deeply through his nose when you begin to squeeze him slightly. He’s hard in the way that makes you want him more than usual and despite smoking, your mouth begins to water when you pull down his sweatpants and briefs at the same time. Jungkook lifts his hips easily for you and your pussy literally clenches around nothing at the sight. You recognize both of you are sat right on top of these forbidden sheets, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t try to have a little bit of fun, right? 

Jungkook sighs heavily when you begin to place small kisses around the head of his cock, his leaking precum staining your lips like a gloss. Slowly you begin to lick the tip and around his shaft where one of his thicker veins lies. Jungkook fists the back of your head and you know its taking all of him not to shove your head down to consume his entire cock at once. You take your time wetting the entirety of him before you finally decide to start taking him into your mouth. 

“Shit, Y/N,” Jungkook groans, his head falling against the plush pillow behind him. 

You always took him slower at first as you needed some time to get used to his size in your mouth. You slide up and down with your mouth, each time taking slightly more than the last. Perhaps it wasn’t the most feminist part of yourself, but you loved giving Jungkook head. Making him squirm beneath you and nursing his cum into your mouth was something you should have done a lot sooner than just a few months ago. 

As you begin to pick up your pace, his cock becomes wetter with your saliva and between the sounds of your mouth and Jungkook’s moans above you, you find yourself needed something more between your own legs. This moment isn’t about you right now though, so to distract yourself you take his balls into one of your hands, your other hand chasing after your mouth as you continue to blow him just the way he likes—a little rough, wet, and sloppy. 

His cock was so big that your eyes were beginning to water which Jungkook always took as a good sign. He visibly let go of his restrain as both of his hands now tangled through your hair, fucking your mouth just as he wanted. The sounds coming from both of you were borderline pornographic and fuck you really needed some type of friction between your legs. 

You decide to let go of his balls, your free hand now shoving itself between the two of your bodies to touch yourself through your shorts. Jungkook felt himself running off a cliff towards an orgasm, but when he notices your hand between your legs, he suddenly loosens the grip on your hair, halting your movement and pushing you away from his dick with a pop. 

“What’s wrong?” You ask confused with those glazed, horny, and pathetic eyes—a string of saliva dripping out of your mouth. 

“Get on the floor,” he commands and it takes you by surprise. 

You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand before asking, “W-what?” 

Jungkook doesn’t answer as he sits up to which you have no choice but to get off him. His cock is still free and hard as it sticks out from his body before he grabs one of your arms and pulls you away from the bed. He chases your lips with a heavy kiss, his tongue diving into your mouth when he picks you up from the ground. Instinctively, your legs wrap around his tiny waist as he only carries you a couple feet away from the bed. Given Jungkook’s athletic abilities, it’s easy for him as he maneuvers both of your frames towards the carpeted floor of the tent. The rugs were nice, but they still didn’t fully mask the fact that the floor beneath them was rock hard. 

Still kissing each other with fervor on your knees, it was a quick movement which had him removing your sweatshirt to reveal your bare breasts, nipples hard against the cold air and the sight of him. His next movement was rough but nothing out of the ordinary for the sex life you both shared, but you found yourself now turned around, chest and face pressed against the carpet and ass hiked up behind you. 

You let out a whine as Jungkook squeezed your ass under your shorts kneading the soft skin underneath his finger tips. 

“Do you want to?” His deep voice was rough against the still air and before you realized it, you were nodding against the floor beneath you. 

“Yes,” your tone was strained, your pussy once again clenching in anticipation. 

“You gotta tell me what you want me to do baby,” he teases you and it takes your breath away when he suddenly smacks your ass. 

You look back at him and roll your eyes. So this is was how he was going to act today. He smirks your way before smacking your ass once more. 

“That’s not very nice,” he tucks his lip ring into his teeth as he takes in the sight in front of him. You glance down at his cock which was now nearly red, desperate in finding a release. Your mouth falls agape and your next words are so desperate it’s comical. 

“I need you to fuck me Jungkook,” you say. 

He is seemingly satisfied with your answer as he quickly pulls down your shorts and opens up your thighs a little more with his knees. His tip reaches your entrance and start to brace yourself for him to fill you up, but he stays stagnant, his pink tip only running up and down your folds in an agonizing rhythm. 

You push your hips back to try to take him, but his hands hold your hips in such a tight grip your sure his fingertips will leave you marked tomorrow. 

“Jungkoookkk,” you groan, trying to ignore the way your elbows are digging into the hard ground beneath you. 

“C’mon baby, use your words,” he says through gritted teeth, clearly trying his best to not slam right into you. 

“Fuck me please Jungkook,” you finally relent, “Please, please, fuck me.” 

In one quick motion, Jungkook pulls your hips to him as he sinks himself into you in one go. You can’t help the loud moan which escapes your lips as the familiar burn of his cock overtakes your pussy. You were wet, but not as prepped as you normally would be so the burn felt more aggressive than usual. 

“Oh my god,” you say to no one, your fingertips unable to grip the carpet as you normally could with sheets. Jungkook was big and always fucked you right, but anytime you took him from behind it felt spiritual. The angle allowed him to penetrate deep and his balls were able to hit your clit with each snap of his hips easily. 

Jungkook begins to move in and out of you slowly, sucking in his moans away through deep breaths as he watched himself disappear inside you. He couldn’t believe how long it had taken the two of you to finally get to this point, but he sure as hell would never fuck anyone else ever again. 

After a minute or so of Jungkook getting you used to him, his pace picks up to which it becomes impossibly hard to keep yourself quiet. Jungkook smacks your ass even harder once, then twice and your entire body collapses on the ground as he pushes you down by your lower back. 

“Ah, fuck,” Jungkook finally lets himself swear out loud as he pounds into your wet pussy, “You like that baby?” 

You nod quickly as tears begin to form in your eyes from the mix of pleasure and pain. His cock was so deep inside you that you didn’t think it would ever feel this good again. Jungkook grabs your hair and pulls your face up, leaning down over your back. 

“Tell me,” he groans into your ear. 

“Yes, yes, Jungkook fuck, I love your cock inside me,” you somehow manage to say coherently. You’re spread nearly flat against the floor as he relentlessly fucks you raw and good. The angle was tapping your clit in such rhythm it was impossible to stay silent as your pussy clenched around his cock. 

“You gonna come all over my cock?” He asks like he knows your body so well because fuck, he really did. You had felt an orgasm creeping into your system the entire time but between the slick sounds between your legs and Jungkook’s deep voice, you really were hurdling towards the edge of no return. 

“Yes, Jungkook please. Make me come, I wanna come so bad.” 

Jungkook hits the spot right where you need it just as he chases his own high. Between the sex and the small fireplace, both of you have now worked up a sweat. You manage to look back towards him by presses your cheek into the ground, watching the way his abdominals contract as he fucks you. His eyes catch your own and its moments like this where it really feels like you two are the only people to exist in the entire world. Unable to look away from each other, it doesn’t take long for both of your orgasms to hit—yours first, then his as both of you let go of strained moans and groans. Your pussy spasms around his cock as his cum makes it easy to glide in and out to cherish the remaining feeling of it. 

You and Jungkook lay there for a moment in silence, out of breath and fucked out. When he pulls out of you he quickly makes the move to grab something to clean you up. On the floor, you roll onto your back to watch him as he wipes between your legs carefully. You're intentionally trying to ignore his smug gaze, but when you meet his eyes, both of you can’t help but start to laugh. 

“I hate you,” you mutter as he helps you slide your shorts back up your legs. 

“I’m sorry I can’t help it that I’m so irresistible,” he hands you your sweatshirt which you throw back over your head quickly. 

You roll your eyes again before he leans over you to kiss you again. This time much gentler than before, your heart swelling in a way only he ever could ever make it do. Perhaps Jungkook was right—three days without him was going to be too long and with such an easy loophole, you would have been stupid to deny him. 

Y/N: 1. Jungkook: 1. 

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A week later, you and Jungkook are back in your small apartment in Brooklyn. You had just come home an hour ago from a quick happy hour with one of your coworkers to which Jungkook had already prepared dinner for you. 

“How much do you want babe?” Jungkook was asking from the small kitchen in your apartment which overlooked the small living room where you were sitting on the floor sorting through the latest batch of mail you two had received. 

“Um,” you say mindlessly sorting a his and hers pile on the coffee table, “Not too much, but not too little.” 

Jungkook smirks from the kitchen as he begins to plate your pasta dishes. He had always been an amazing cook, but he really began to home in on his skills when you both moved here. New York was expensive enough; eating out at nice restaurants multiple times a week was not in your shared budget. As he finishes your plate with a garnish of parsley, your voice from the living room stops him in his tracks. 

“Jungkook,” your tone is threatening and he immediately pops his head out from the threshold of the kitchen. 

“What?” He asks slightly concerned. 

On the floor you turn your body towards him, a parcel of unopened mail in your left hand from none other than—Collective Retreats. 

“We would like to thank you for your stay at Collective Retreats. We really hoped you found our property enjoyable and relaxing. As noted in your welcome package, there were a list of rules in which we kindly ask all of our guests to follow,” you read through the initial paragraph to which Jungkook looks at you with a quirked eyebrow. 

You hold out the envelope for him which he takes the hint and comes over to snatch it from your hands. He reads over the remaining letter from the accommodation before he lets out a belting laugh, nearly collapsing into two. 

“It’s not funny!” You snap, “How did this happen?!” 

Alongside the notice in the envelope was an invoice for $450 for ‘satin and bamboo blended sheets, 1,200 thread count, sourced exclusively from Portugal.’

Jungkook was still laughing his ass off and you really couldn’t believe him right now. You stand up from the floor and walk over to him, pinching his arm as punishment. 

“Jungkook this isn’t funny,” you scold him as he finally maintains his giggling, his fluffy hair and cheeks the only thing not pissing you off exponentially right now. “I don’t understand how this happened.” 

Jungkook sighs with a cheesy smile before reading through the letter, “Upon inspection after your check out, our groundkeepers noted stains on the sheets belonging to your lodging. Please find the attached invoice for the replacement set of sheets,” he breaks out into another fit of laughter to which you deadpan him with your gaze. 

“Baby it’s okay,” he suddenly grabs your chin to bring your face close to his.

“Jungkook that’s sooo embarrassing,” you pout at him with a whine. 

He only smiles before saying, “I wouldn’t have a blowjob from you any other way.” 

You feel the color drain from your face in realization. Oh. My. God. 

After thinking both of you had done good throughout the weekend, having sex anywhere but that goddamn bed and resisting Jungkook’s pleading, it was you who fucked it up. 

“Oh my god,” you felt heat rising into your cheeks and Jungkook could sense your embarrassment to which he quieted instantly. 

“Hey listen, we’ll pay it and we won’t even think about it six months from now. It’s fine,” he reasons, “Besides, your blowjobs are worth way more than four-hundred fifty dollars.” 

Your face drops in his hand, “Oh, so I’m a hooker now?” 

Jungkook laughs before pecking your lips quickly, “No. Who gives a fuck about four-hundred dollars when I get to experience the most priceless blowjobs known to mankind?” 

At that, you can’t help but smile at him in return. Sometimes it really did irritate you how much you loved him, but you knew he felt the same so it made it okay. Pressing yourself onto your toes, you kiss the tip of his nose. 

“Fine. C’mon, I’m hungry.”