there is so many fics I never finished that I am considering going back to and maybe even posting on here but I don’t know- too much has changed and I hardly keep up with kpop anymore.

but my poor baby wips are crying in my google docs ToT

It's from my WhiskeyPrincess!AU

This particular scene is from A Truth Untold

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Jungkook doesn’t even look up at them anymore. It doesn’t really matter what they think after all. Not that they’d ever think to give him a chance to explain, nor does he care to ask for one. He can feel their eyes on his cheek- the bruise a deep purple by now- but he simply keeps walking forward, ignoring the hushed whispers all around him.

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He has heard it all, nothing could or would surprise him anymore. And he never bothered to correct them- there was no point. After all, a troubled child from a troubled home was always damaged goods. Maybe it was better that way. Something about accepting the ‘bad boy’ title was so much easier than sitting in the counselor’s office and telling her that his daddy beat his mommy. That would cause so many more problems than a bruise on his cheek. It would no doubt make it even harder to get himself and, more importantly, his mother out of that hell hole.

Two more years, he tells himself. Two more years and we’re free.

He stops at his locker and begins to turn the lock when suddenly a pair of hands slide around his waist and rest dangerously close to the waistband of his jeans.

“Hey, baby boy.” Minha purrs, lips pressing briefly to his arm.

Jungkook pushes away the urge to shake her off and instead flashes an easy smile at her over his shoulder, making her blush lightly at the cheeks.

“Hey.” He says smoothly, closing his locker and turning to her. She steps closer to him, her large breasts pressing low on his chest.

“Baby, I missed you.” She whines, looking up at him through her lashes.

He smiles at her and tips her head up towards him with his finger at her chin. “Sweetie, you know Daddy gets busy sometimes.” He says quietly. She pouts and he leans down to press a quick kiss to her lips. Minha smiles and Jungkook rolls his eyes internally. She was just so easy. Half the guys in their class had slept with her and she was not ashamed at all. She flaunted the marks they’d leave like jewelry around her neck. A different boy every week. But in the end she always came back to him. Not that he was proud of the fact. He didn’t care for her, not really. But when she was on top of him- rolling her hips ever so slowly into his- it was hard to remember why that even mattered. At this point it was expected: the local ‘bad boy’ and the local slut together just made sense. And therefore it was the easiest way to get by.

Two more years and he could forget all this shit. Two more years and he was gone.

He was pulled out of his thoughts by Minha pressing her hand to his chest.

“Jungkook.” She said through gritted teeth. She must have been talking to him.

He gave her a lopsided smile and tapped her chin with his fist lightly, “See you tonight.” He leaned down so his lips were at her ear. “My place.” He grabbed her ass cheek in one hand and gave a squeeze before walking away to his class.

You are sitting behind Jungkook, and his stupid broad shoulders are making it almost impossible for you to see the board. You huff as you struggle to take proper notes, and that seems to catch his attention because he looks over his shoulder and shoots you a dazzling smile. You frown, completely unwilling to fall for his stupid fake charm, and gesture for him to scoot to the side. Almost as if to mess with you, he leans back dangerously close to your desk and stretches his arms over his head- nearly missing your face. You slap his hand away and see his shoulders shake as he laughs quietly.

Stupid Jungkook. There is no way in hell you would ever fall for an idiot like him. You are far too good for an idiot ‘bad boy’ who is only good at getting into fights. You do your best to work around him and soon- though it felt like an eternity- the bell rings and everyone gets ready to leave. You angrily stuff your notebooks into your bag and try to ignore the glace Jungkook gives you as he walks out of the room. That dodo was always trying to mess with you and you would have none of that.

Yuri walks over to your desk, goofy grin plastered on her lips and you roll your eyes knowing what she is going to say next. “Don’t start.”

“But just look at the way he flirts with you ___! He basically has a crush on you! You’re his english class crush!” She grins.

You scoff. “That idiot only has crushes on tits and beer bottles. And like I’d ever pay attention to someone like that. Even if he was the last guy on Earth, no way I’d have sex with him. Big waste of time. Well not so big- two minutes tops.” You giggle and she rolls her eyes, turning to leave, and you follow closely.

“Don’t tell me you’re not wondering what those strong hands would feel like on your ass. Or those big, strong arms around your waist…”

“Close your mouth you sicko, you’re drooling.” You both laugh and then split down the hallway to your respective classes with a short wave goodbye.

Much to your surprise the entire class had passed in a blurr and you had not caught a single word your teacher had said. Instead your mind wandered and painted a fine picture in your head… Jungkook’s body pressed up against yours, his lips sucking gently on the soft skin behind your ear, his hands sliding down your back to curve on the swell of your ass cheeks, squeezing them tightly, pressing you ever closer against him...

The bell rings pulling you out of your thoughts and making you jump out of your seat. You blush a furious red, remembering where you are, and begin packing up your things to go when a pair of familiar all black converse step in right in front of your desk.

You look up to find Taehyung looking down at you with a teasing grin on his face. “Were you having dirty thoughts about me again, ___?”

You laugh abruptly, sarcastically, then stop. “Yea, I was. Good one, Tae.”