#bts angsty

The world you see is beautiful. Your whole life has been made up of chasing it, fearing it, and protecting it. Ever since you were touched by a curious fae in your family’s garden as a child, you became different. It felt though as you belonged to neither fae nor human world. The fae used you, played with you, or just ignored you. You were only a passing interest to them. Humans thought you were too strange, and even crazy. It was hard to make friends as no one believed you and your parents thought you had an over active imagination you never grew out of. For so long you hid your true self, so lonely and miserable. Until you met him.

Taehyung stares at you as you ramble on about the fairies who live in the surrounding woods bordering the fields you are laying in. Your busy staring at the stars and he can’t pull his eyes from you, not when you look so happy. When he first met you all those years ago in school, you looked like a shell, so reserved and keeping to yourself. People warned him to stay away from you, that you were crazy, but he only saw you as a mystery. Wanting to figure you out, he sits down next to you at lunch, much to yours and everyone else’s surprise.

You never forgot the way he grinned at you so boyishly and greeted you with an excited “Hello!”

Piece by piece he puts together the puzzle that is you. When he thinks he just about has it, you surprise him and he realizes he only has one small section figured out. Even now as adults, he’s learning things about you and your world every day.

You raise a finger as if you are letting something perch on it, a thing only you can see. “Thank you, Taehyung, for believing in me.”

Taehyung smiles that same boyish smile at you and holds a finger out the same way as you. His skin tickles and he swears it was caused by something brushing against it lightly. He stares hard at his finger, but can only see the emptiness between him and the stars.

“Thank you for trusting me with your world, your galaxy.” His free hand finds yours. “For everything.”

You raised an eyebrow at his cocky attitude and Jungkook merely kissed it. 

“Are you hungry?” He asked as he started to rummage through some of his clothes in search of something comfortable for you to wear. 

“A little bit, yeah.” You hummed and stared out of the glass windows to fully admire the gorgeous view Jungkook woke up to every morning. A forest of tall skyscrapers painted the scenery in beautiful gradients of greys and whites and really accentuated and aestheticised the ‘rich’ part of town.

“This is such a beautiful view. It’s picture perfect.” You complimented and Jungkook’s voice grew soft with affection. 

“I know..” He smiled whilst never shifting his gaze off your amazed features as he admired your side-profile. 

You shifted your gaze from outside the window to catch him staring at you and you couldn’t help but get a little flustered at his cheesiness.

“I was talking about the view outside.” 

“I know but I’m talking about my view.” He whistled and gently placed a large white oversized top next to you. 

“As much as I love my current sight, I can’t afford to let you catch a cold so please change into that shirt.” He pointed at the comfortable looking shirt and made his way out the door to leave you with some privacy. 

Jungkook’s ears perked up at the sound of the shuffle of your feet down his rather long hallway towards the kitchen. He stood across the counter with a freshly brewed cup of coffee in his hand. 

“Good morning.” He hummed and took a small sip of his daily caffeine intake. Jungkook immediately beamed at the sight of you in one of his t-shirts. 

The oversized design made the shirt look even bigger on your small frame and the soft cloth barely managed to stay on your small width of shoulders. He licked his lips at the sight of your visible collarbones and noticed the traces of pinks down your neck from the night before. 

“Good morning~” You whistled innocently and reached for the other cup of coffee placed on the counter. 

“Do you have work today?” 

“Actually no, I don’t. I took today off to spend some time with you.” His smile grew past his ears as he stealthily wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling your body closer to his. Coincidentally, he’d trapped you between the counter and his masculine body. 

“Are you sure you’re allowed to do that?” You had a raised eyebrow but the happy smile on your face clearly indicated the joy from Jungkook’s decision to take the day off. 

“It doesn’t matter.. I need to spend more time with you before I lose my composure again.” He kissed your forehead and you wrapped your arms around him in return as you nuzzled up into his neck with a giggle. 

“And speaking of losing myself- we need to talk about last night.” He pulled you away from his warm chest and you looked up at him with an innocent gaze. 

“What about last night?” You simply smiled at him and Jungkook scoffed at your attempt to override the obvious elephant in the room. 

“Baby girl, please. I made it clear to you that I was going to take things slow between us because I really don’t want to mess this up..” He ran his hand through your hair and pat some strands into place. 

“You being uncooperative isn’t going to help my urges.” He lectured and frowned at you, his tone had sounded a little lower to evoke a more serious atmosphere within the room. 

“Your urges?” You purred and leaned in on his chest to listen to the quickened pace of his heart. Jungkook managed to quickly peel your away from him again and held onto your wrists this time. 

“We both know what I’m talking about. Last night was my mistake, I’m really sorry. I couldn’t hold myself back but please don’t misunderstand.. I’m completely serious about you. You’re too special to me and I don’t want you to think that you’re only here for the sex.” Jungkook’s voice sounded incredibly smooth as the grip on your wrists softened. 

“Jungkook.” You held onto his hand and intertwined your fingers with his. “Last night wasn’t your mistake. To begin with, it wasn’t a mistake at all. You have no idea how long I’d waited for you to make a move... and since you were being such a stubborn and proper gentleman, I couldn’t resist my urges anymore.” 

You could see the uncertainty on his face as he chewed on his bottom lip. 

“I don’t want you to hold back.” You admitted. “I’ve had enough of fantasising about you. I know on your behalf that you’re trying to take things slow to prove a point but..” 

“I’m only hesitant because I really don’t want to do anything that could potentially mess things up between us.” He interrupted and suddenly hoisted you up the kitchen counter with ease. You sat on the cold marble counter with legs swaying like a child and spread them a little so Jungkook’s body could fit in between. 

He closed the gap between your bodies and you wrapped your bare legs around Jungkook’s back. A small sigh of relief escaped from Jungkook’s lips as you tightened the intimate embrace. 

“Trust me, you’re doing more damage by not letting me fulfill my desires.” You whispered sweetly into his ear and you could feel the vibrations of his chest as he laughed. 

“It was the same pain for me, okay. You have no idea how many crazy fantasies I had of you... and one actually involves this very counter.” He murmured in between suggestive yet gentle kisses down your neck. 

“I’m more than happy to grant your wish.” You encouraged and spread your legs wider to provide him with more access to close the gap between your excited bodies. 

“Was I too rough last night?” He stopped to ask in a concerned tone and you groaned at the lack of contact of his soft lips. “Jungkook..” You ran your hand down his upper-body and your finger hooked onto his shirt revealed a hint of his toned chest. “Less talking, more kissing.” You pleaded and Jungkook quickly got the idea of the way you liked it in bed. 

“I can’t believe I agreed to this.” You grumbled and Jungkook looked a little confused at your rather sour behaviour. 

He sat from across the table, decked out in one of his finest Giorgio Armani suits. His hair was neatly parted to the side and gelled to perfection. A thin black tie sat around his neck and the matching black skinny-fit suit jacket enhanced his chiseled jaw and ridiculously handsome features. 

The dimly lit candle lights and the soothing hums from an orchestra further intensified the romantic atmosphere. You’d finally allowed Jungkook to pick a place for dinner- any place he wanted, this time. And of course, it’d have to be a Michelin star restaurant that overlooked the festive night-life of Seoul.

“Sweetheart, why are you in such a bad mood?” He lovingly rubbed your knee over your floor-length gown and your bit your lip with nausea. 

“I feel really out of place.. As much as I appreciate you taking me out to indulge in these luxuries... It kind of adds to my discomfort in a way.” You swirled the golden Champagne with a small twist of your wrist and watched as the bubbles danced within the glass. 

“I just don’t like being reminded of how much I don’t deserve you.” You spat out and placed the glass back down on the silk tablecloth. Jungkook raised an eyebrow in confusion and asked for you to continue. “What do you mean, Y/N?” 

“I don’t want to be constantly reminded of the gap in our social status and I hate being bombarded with the thoughts that perhaps, you deserve someone so much more.. you know.. someone much more powerful or even...wealthy..” 

Jungkook looked taken aback. His lips were parted slightly and both eyebrows were raised at his realisation. 

“So this was the reason?” He muttered under his breath as he finally put together all the puzzle pieces. “This was why you were so hesitant on me taking you out?” Jungkook asked as he reached for your hands. 

“I know it’s selfish and hard to comprehend... but--”

“--Y/N.” He interrupted in a stern voice. Despite his gentle expression, his low voice sounded suddenly very intimidating. 

“I’m going to make this very clear to you right now.” His serious stare made you shift your gaze frantically to anything that wasn’t his piercing eyes. 

“I could not care less about the difference regarding our social status. I don’t care if you’re poor, I don’t care if you’re a billionaire. But I do care about how you see yourself around me. I’m not comfortable with the idea of you thinking lowly of yourself. I’m not going to sit here and let you see yourself as anything less than the most beautiful and forgiving individual I see you as.”

Jungkook took in a deep breath. “So please, don’t think that wealth is a problematic factor because it definitely isn’t. Y/N, wealth can’t possibly teach me the lessons I’ve learned from you.” He soothingly grazed his fingers over the back of your hand.

“Before, I’d often brooded over all my problems alone and I was too scared to open up to anyone but your warmth changed that. I didn’t even know I was capable of feeling these ecstatic and addicting emotions. Arguably, if I was being completely honest here with you-- I don’t think I deserve someone nearly as beautiful and forgiving as you.” 

It was almost as if Jungkook knew what you’d been wanting to hear this whole time regarding the issue about his social status in comparison to yours. 

“No stop! That’s not true Jungkook. Please don’t think that. You’ve changed --” You interrupted and tightened your grasp on his hand. 

“-- I have thanks to you but one trait that hasn’t is my persistence.” Jungkook’s comely smile was too radiant. 

“Please allow me to be selfish and let me ask you to stay by my side.” Jungkook brought out a dark navy velvet box from within his suit jacket. He opened the box and inside was a gorgeous pair of Swarovski crystal earrings. 

Your lips parted at the sight and you find it difficult to articulate a response. 

“You don’t like them?” Jungkook chuckled and pushed the jewellery closer to you. 

“That’s not it no! They’re... so beautiful but...I can’t possibly accept this.” You admired as you feasted your eyes on the expensive earrings. 

“Don’t be ridiculous, Y/N. I personally picked them out to match your dress for this evening.” 

“Jungkook these are the most beautiful earrings I’ve ever seen but I really can’t. You’ve already done so much for me and I don’t want to feel like I’m a burden on you or anything--” You pushed the box away from you with a muted smile.

“--Baby girl,” Jungkook’s call sounded borderline angry as his voice had grown deeper than before. Yet, there was an irresistible sultry twist in the way he spoke.

“You should get used to this. I’m allowed to spoil you however I want, got it?” He muttered in a dangerously low tone and you couldn’t help but clench your thighs together at the sexy sound. 

“This is too much though.. You’re already paying for everything tonight and--” You insisted and Jungkook just clicked his tongue to shut you up. At that point, it was obvious that Jungkook had become a little angry.

“It’s going in the bin if you’re going to be so stubborn about this.” Jungkook threatened and closed the box before you reached over to stop him. You knew that he was being completely serious.

“No! I’m sorry. Please don’t throw it away.” You protested and Jungkook’s deeply knitted brows softened. 

“I want to spoil you.. don’t think too much about these things and please just enjoy it. I have every right to treat you and remind you of just how lucky I am to have you.” You interrupted Jungkook’s sigh by leaning over the table to plant an unexpected small peck on his lips. 

“Thank you.” You couldn’t help but smile at his dulcet confession. 

Throughout the dinner, Jungkook’s gaze stayed fixed on your glamorous appearance. It was rare for you to dress-up since.. to be fair, you never really owned anything expensive. The evening Jungkook planned covered for your evening gown and professional make-up just so he could take you out to this restaurant. 

You were wearing a floor-length dress that was the most magnificent shade of dark blue. It had beautiful ‘star like’ gem embroidery at the hems that made the dress look like the twinkling night sky. 

“Since you’re my lover, I have every right to spoil you and treat you the way you deserve to be treated.” 

“May I come in?” You gently knocked on Jungkook’s office door. 

Jungkook’s head immediately looked up and his face brightened at the sight of you. “Of course, Y/N. This is a surprise,” Jungkook said through an airy chuckle, “Shouldn’t you be at work?” 

“I can’t concentrate because all I can think of is how good you can make me feel..” You purred and strutted over close to Jungkook. 

He could sense the desire in your voice and see the lust in your eyes. He knew immediately why you were here and the thought made his heart skip. 

Boldly, you sat yourself on Jungkook’s work desk, your skirt suddenly hitched much shorter-- a delicious view of your legs for Jungkook’s eyes. 

“Are you really busy?” you asked as you started to thread your fingers through his noir locks. Jungkook smirked at your suggestive behaviour and admired your bravery. 

“Well.. I am but I guess it’ll have to wait..” Jungkook whispered into your ear as the distance between your faces slowly diminished. 

You soon locked lips with him and you couldn’t help but melt under his touch. Jungkook stealthily wedged himself right in between your legs and worked his tongue with skill to further excite your lustful state. 

Jungkook broke the heated kiss. “Aren’t you afraid we’ll get caught?” 

“I don’t work here anymore so it’s fine.. plus, you’re the big boss here so why should you care.” You slurred suggestively and fiddled with the tie that sat tight around his neck. 

Jungkook gently grabbed on your hands to stop you from loosening his tie. “You’re right, sweetheart.” His expression changed into an attractive and lustful one.

“Since I am the boss here, be a good girl and listen to my instructions.” He whispered harshly into your ear and it sent shivers down your spine. “I have to at least make sure my appearance stays professional today so no touching.” He cockily smirked as you frowned at his words. Regardless, you listened to him.

“Of course~” You sung in an innocent voice that drove Jungkook’s testosterone levels off the roof. 

“Spread your legs for me.” He hummed as he began to unzip your skirt. Jungkook slid down your panties that were already soaked with your juices. His tongue immediately circled around your clit as his long fingers pumped in and out of you at a fast rate.

Jungkook was a fast learner-- so he picked up on how to pleasure you so quickly. A minor orgasm made your body tremble in pleasure but the two of you were interrupted by a loud knock on Jungkook’s door. Jungkook’s eyes immediately widened and your mouth dropped open in panic. 

“It’s Jimin here.” Your boss’s voice sounded muffled through Jungkook’s mahogany door. 

Jungkook quickly mouthed some instructions for you to get underneath his table and thus hide from Jimin. You quickly obliged and curled up into a small ball under Jungkook’s desk. The two of you were so lucky his desk was a work station and so you were successfully hidden due to the plank of wood that decorated the front of the table. 

“It’s good to see you’re actually doing your job.” Jimin appeared from behind the door with a handsome smirk that creased his loveable crescent shaped eyes. 

“Well.. what can I say,” Jungkook nervously blabbered out and rubbed the back of his head, which was something he did only when he was extremely anxious. 

You could feel the sweat form on your forehead due to the excitement of the situation. Jungkook’s anxious facial expression added to your mischievous intentions. You were in control and he was the one that was going to be squirming. And the thought of that had your stomach churning with arousal once again. 

Jimin sat himself down on the couch a couple of meters away from Jungkook’s desk. You heard a small curse escape Jungkook’s lips and you could hardly hold back a giggle.

“Why are you here?” Jungkook asked with a forced smile and Jimin raised an eyebrow in response. 

“I’m going to cut to the chase here-- that’s how I’ve always been.” He coughed and you stealthily slid your hand up Jungkook’s thigh at a painfully slow rate. 

You’d forced yourself to press your lips together incase a giggle escaped. You couldn’t help but exhale silently to calm down your excitement after seeing Jungkook flinch from your hand stroking up his thigh. 

“Of course.” Jungkook nodded and fixed his gaze on the paperwork on his desk. It took him every ounce of energy to hold back his excited grunt and he couldn’t help but look a little uncomfortable.

“I’m just here to say I’m glad you’re back to normal.” Jimin quickly muttered under his breath.

It was rare for Jimin to be so soft.. especially on Jungkook so he didn’t know how to react tohus unusual statement so he just swallowed loudly. 

You’d decided to start slowly start massaging his tense thigh and Jungkook poked his tongue through his cheek- a sexy symbol of his annoyance. 

“I mean-- thank god you’re back to normal. Your reports are actually readable now.” Jimin coughed and crossed his leg due to his nerves. 

“Uhh.. thanks hyung. It’s only because I sorted things out with Y/N!” Jungkook’s voice suddenly raised mid sentence from the sensation of you suddenly palming his hard length through his boxers. Jimin looked terribly confused at Jungkook’s weird behaviour. 

“Yeah I realised... speaking of Y/N, has she contacted you? She left work early today because she wasn’t feeling well.” 

Jungkook’s gaze quickly shifted to you hiding underneath his desk. You quirked up a brow and placed a finger over your lips, a mischievous smile poking through. 

“Oh..” He acted surprised. “I’ll make sure to check up on her.” Jungkook smiled through trembling lips as your finger that was hooked onto his boxer started to trail down his legs. You teasingly undressed him of his boxers and admired Jungkook’s clenched jaw from underneath. 

“Are you alright?” Jimin asked in a suspicious tone. 

“I-I’m fine.” Jungkook exhaled loudly as you managed to free his hardness from the confinements of his boxers. 

“Are you sure..? Your face looks a little red.” Jimin commented and squinted his eyes in disbelief. 

“Yeah don’t worry about it.. I might’ve caught the cold from Y/N.” He lied and out of the blue, yanked on your hair to get you to stop. You couldn’t help but let out a small noise of disapproval but his action just turned you on even more. 

As revenge, you stroked his throbbing length at an insanely slow pace and Jungkook coughed loudly in response to hold back a grunt. He’d been hard for so long it was getting really painful for him. 

“You have to take care of yourself, Jungkook.” Jimin’s curious stare lingered on Jungkook’s face. 

“I will, hyung. Thanks for caring.” Jungkook chuckled nervously and kept his replies short and sweet-- to quickly end the conversation. 

“On a side note..” Jimin continued and Jungkook’s breath hitched again as your hand developed a tight grip around his cock. “There’s a get-together over in the US with all the stock-holders for your company. It’d be a good chance for you to expand your professional networks. What do you think?”

You started to jerk him off very slowly. “T-that sounds good. It also gives me a breather and some time t--”. Jungkook stopped mid-sentence to fully indulge in your quickened pace. 

“It gives me some time to think about how I can improve my performance.” Jungkook lied completely and that one was way too obvious. He’d never actually spoken like that to Jimin before. 

You slowed down your hand that was jerking him off and also softened the tight grip. You continued the slow pace with one hand and with the other hand, you couldn’t help but touch yourself briefly as the situation was just too thrilling. 

There was nothing you wanted more than to be fucked so hard, roughly like two animals in heat. 

You were soaked once again and you collected your warm juices that endlessly dripped down. Jungkook gulped and was given the time to think from your slowed pace. Jimin couldn’t help but wonder what in the world was wrong with Jungkook, though. 

“Alright...” Jimin raised an eyebrow again. “Do you want me to book your flight... then?” 

With the hand that you’d touched yourself with, you swapped hands so that your warm juices were transferred onto his cock and you watched it clench immediately. Jungkook knew exactly what the wetness was and he clicked his tongue loudly as he was beyond tempted to kick away the table and fuck you senseless. 

“Sorry I have a migraine right now and it’s really painful.” Jungkook lied once again as his hips automatically started to thrust into your hand. 

“I’ll go to the meeting don’t worry. Will you be coming with me?” Jungkook asked while placing his hand over yours to speed up the pace. 

You admired the sight of his hard member coated in your slick juices and the view had you hungry to taste him. The air grew musky with the smell of sex but that didn’t stop Jungkook from thrusting into your hand. 

“I will be going yes. I suppose I should leave you to... rest..” Jimin’s eyes suddenly widened at the realisation but thankfully, he got up and walked towards the door with a smirk plastered across his lips. 

“Thanks for visiting.” Jungkook could barely hold back from breaking out into a loud moan.

Jimin had his back facing Jungkook when he momentarily stopped at the door. He wasn’t stupid-- his astute mind was beyond bright and his quick witted personality didn’t allow for any lenience. 

“Can’t you two at least wait until after office-hours?” Jimin chuckled devilishly before locking and closing the door behind him.

Jungkook immediately let out a frustrated grunt at the fact that Jimin had just caught the two of you and you giggled loudly as you continued to pump his hard length with a tenacious grip. Out of no-where, Jungkook pulled you up from underneath his table so roughly with an unforgivingly tight grip on your wrist. 

You stopped pleasuring him as you were forced to stand up and you unraveled from the shrivelled position that allowed you to fit under his table. Your knees were suddenly shot with stings of pain as the hiding position previously made you kneel mercilessly on the floor. The stinging sensation ran up your leg and you struggled to stand up properly. 

Jungkook noticed and grasped on your hip to steady your waver. His ruthless smirk grew mercilessly. “You’re really asking to be punished, aren’t you?” 

Jungkook let go of your wrist to run his hand tenderly through your hair. It was gentle and therapeutic until his grip suddenly changed. He harshly grasped onto your roots and pushed you down onto the cold tiles. 

“Kneel, bitch.” 

You cursed as another wave of stings crept up your knees but it seemed to turn you on even more.

“Suck me.” He commanded and loosened his grip on your hair roots. “You’re such a needy slut.. You could’ve waited just a couple more minutes..” He murmured with his head cocked to the side. 

You licked your lips hungrily and opened your mouth slowly before Jungkook slammed into it at full force, making you choke from the unexpected roughness. He’d never been this rough with you before. The other times you’d slept with him, when he felt like he got too rough, he’d check with how you were feeling but this time-- he was really rough.. But he could tell you were really enjoying it from the way your tongue wrapped itself around his throbbing length despite sputtering for air. 

“Suck me harder.” He whispered harshly and used his large hand to guide your head’s movement as you hollowed your cheeks ever more than before. 

Jungkook continued to thrust into your mouth at a fast and unforgiving pace. Each time, he’d hit the back of your throat causing you to gag in response and he loved the sight-- you on your knees with drool down your chin as your eyes screamed at Jungkook to slow down. He could practically see the wet pool that developed on the floor due to your overwhelming excitement in between your legs. 

He pulled out quickly and admired the quick heaving of your chest as you inhaled quick, sharp breaths to take in much needed oxygen. He yanked on your hair and pushed your head back so you were forced to face him with an erotic expression that pushed all of Jungkook’s buttons. 

“Do you like sucking me off?” He asked with a lob-sided smirk. 

“Yes Daddy.. I love it so much.” You murmured and the new kink seemed to push Jungkook beyond his limits. His smirk grew wider with confidence at the sound of his new title because he fucking loved the sound of it. 

“What did you just call me?” He bit on his bottom lip so hard in satisfaction it looked as though it’d start bleeding. 

“Daddy~” You purred as you licked his sensitive tip and Jungkook could only shudder in response to your bold and new kink. Previously, when the two of you involved yourselves in dominant and submissive role plays, you’d always refer to him as ‘Sir’ so when Jungkook heard the new and improved title, he became harder than he’d ever been. 

“That’s right sweetheart, know your place. Show daddy how sorry you are for being so impatient..” Jungkook hissed and began to thrust into your mouth again. 

“Jimin’s never going to shut up about this..” He scolded and you gagged on his hard cock as he shoved it so far down your throat that it was impossible to not contract around his length. Jungkook sighed with content as tears continued to stream down your face.

“Look at you..” He admired his view of you, completely submitting to his dominance. “What a dirty slut you are.” 

You tapped on his tense thighs to let him know the burning sensation in your lungs were becoming unbearable. Jungkook pulled out of you mouth and stared at the way your saliva dripped from the tip. 

“I’m... only a dirty slut for you.. Daddy..” You muttered in between catching your breath as you wiped away the saliva that dribbled down your chin. Jungkook couldn’t get enough of his sight. 

“Yes but you need to control yourself.” He lectured and signalled for you to get up from the floor. You weakly stood up and clung onto his masculine body for support as your knees were in shocking pain. 

With a swift and rough movement, Jungkook twisted you around and pinned you down onto his work desk. You cheeks were pressed up against his papers and your arousal grew even more intense from the sound of his belt he picked up from the floor. 

Jungkook maintained a strong grip on both of your wrists that were pressed into your back. He used one hand to keep them in place as you tried to wriggle free and occupied his other hand with his belt. Before you could protest at his tight grip, a sharp sting ripped through your butt-cheek and you screamed loudly at the painful yet exciting sensation. 

Jungkook smoothened his large and cooling hand over the spot he’d just whipped.

“That’s right, scream for me. Let everyone know that you’re being punished here for being such a needy and impatient slut.” Jungkook bent down to whisper the dirtiest profanities into your ear and it further intensified your desire to be fucked by him. 

His wrist danced in repetitive motions as he continued to whip you with his black leather belt. Your moans grew even louder than before and it became obvious of what was happening in Jungkook’s office.

But at that point, you couldn’t care less. You were in no condition to think straight because all you could concentrate on was the juxtaposition of the burning feeling from his belt and the cooling sensation from Jungkook’s soothing rubs. 

“Daddy I’m sorry..” Your muffled cries were barely audible over the sound of leather slamming onto your skin. 

“Are you really sorry?” Jungkook stopped and leaned back down to indulge in your small whimpers.

“Y-Yes.. I’m so sorry daddy..” You moaned at the sensation of Jungkook leaving blossoms of pink and red galaxies down your back and torso. 

“Please hurry daddy.. I learnt my lesson.. but right now I can’t wait any longer to be fucked by you.” You pleaded with tears that streamed down onto his paperwork and Jungkook also couldn’t wait any longer. It was becoming all too painful for him. 

Jungkook let go of your wrists and flipped you over so that you laid on your back. He ripped open your white blouse with full force and a couple of buttons became unattached to the shirt due to the violent stretch. He stealthily undressed you of your blouse and freed your breasts so he could watch them dance as he rammed into you. 

Before you could even process his fast hands, the next thing you felt was a crash of his teeth as he passionately dominated the kiss by overpowering your tongue. Jungkook kissed you while he trailed his hands down to once again meet your drenched core. 

He mercilessly rubbed on your sensitive clitoris with his thumb as his three fingers plummeted in and out of your slickness. Before you knew it, another orgasm hit and you moaned at the intense pleasure and also the pain from the sensitivity.

Jungkook then rubbed his hard girth against your wet folds and you bit your lip in frustration. 

“Please d-daddy.. slow down.. the sensitivity is killing me.” You whimpered and Jungkook smirked at your request, suddenly shoving his whole length in one swift snap of his hips.  

Jungkook slammed his hips into yours so quickly and pulled out even quicker-- he then again slammed back into your dripping heat without giving you any time for you to adjust to his impressive size. He pumped into you so roughly that your breasts danced back and forth in time with the table. Jungkook stared in amazement at the sight of your bouncing breasts and gave in to the loud and high-pitched screams that escaped your lips. 

“Daddy!” You screamed loudly. You tried to slow down his mind-boggling pace by pushing on his chest but it was useless. Another orgasm began to build up within your body as Jungkook nailed to hit all your sweet spots inside. 

“Isn’t this what you wanted, kitten?” He hummed and you opened your eyes to admire his face drenched with sweat from the fast speed. 

“You were begging and asking me to fuck you so hard before so why are you telling me to stop now?” Jungkook chuckled and you could only whimper beneath his drilling hips. You were sure that there would be bruises tomorrow but the pleasure was too heavenly to think about anything else. 

“You’d been begging to cum right? Well I’ll make you cum until you can’t fucking walk.” Jungkook threatened through his rough panting and softly bit on your ear. 

“Mmm! ‘m about to cum again..” You moaned and Jungkook continued to slam in and out of your entrance. Your walls began to contract around his throbbing length once again and Jungkook couldn’t hold himself back this time. 

You clamped down on his cock so hard it was hard for Jungkook to pump into you at a fast rate. “Fuck!” He cursed and roughly bit down on your shoulder to quiet his grunts. “You’re so fucking tight I’m losing my mind.” Jungkook complimented and thrusted into you even deeper than before. 

With a skilful thrust, Jungkook had you unravelling underneath him for the 3rd time. Jungkook lost himself in your warmth and heat gripping his member that he released his seed within you as he let out a string of curses. 

Your chests heaved heavily and until Jungkook fully got his breath back, he stayed on top of you- resting his head in between the crook of your neck. He pulled out his softening member and watched as the sinful combination of your juices trailed down onto his paperwork. 

He diligently collected the mixture that continued to flow out of you with his sensitive tip and thrusted it back into your throbbing pussy. You whimpered due to the overwhelming sensitivity and a long curse filled the atmosphere. 

“It’s not over yet.” He panted and slowly shoved his fingers back into your cum-filled pussy. 

“D-daddy p...please... I can’t anymore..” You could barely articulate your words as you felt completely overwhelmed from the painful sensitivity. It felt as though you were about to black out from the intense orgasms he’d provided you with. 

“Sweetheart, you asked for this... daddy’s going to keep fucking you since you’ve been such a needy bitch.” He increased the speed of his fingers and all you could do was try to even out your breathing before another wave of pleasure started to coil within your body. He bent his fingers in all the correct spots so you were bound to be a moaning mess once again. 

“Can you hear how wet you are?” Jungkook questioned and you could barely hear anything because your ears had started to violently ring. 

He took out his fingers from within your squelching heat then trailed kisses from down your stomach to your core. His tongue skilfully flicked your overly-sensitive nub and you tried to wriggle your hips away in pain but his hands held your hips down in place. He lapped up some juices but made sure to not lick you clean. Suddenly, Jungkook inserted 3 of his digits up to his knuckle into your pussy and began to draw circles over your clit with his tongue. 

“Fuck!” You screamed out as your heartbeat became dangerously fast. He’d made you cum again through the use of his mouth and fingers. You couldn’t help but let your tears stream down due to the intense pleasure and pain. 

“Look at the mess you made.” Jungkook snickered and shoved the sinful combination up your fucked out pussy. “You better keep my cum inside you, Y/N.” He removed his face from your womanhood to place a gentle kiss to your lips. 

He awed at your completely fucked out and tired expression temporarily before breaking out of his ‘daddy’ persona. 

“How am I going to explain these stains on my paperwork?” Jungkook teased and you still had your eyes closed in exhaustion. Jungkook lovingly kissed your forehead and your unresponsive state was starting to freak him out. 

“Y/N? Are you still alive?” He pulled you up from his desk and sat you up so that you could lean against his firm chest. He hugged you gently and pressed soft kisses down your neck. 

“I..I loved.. that.” Your hiccuped as some tears still streamed down your face. Jungkook chuckled and blew raspberries across your collarbones as you weakly hugged him back. “T..that was so intense... I feel like.. I’m about to faint.” You giggled and Jungkook planted another loving kiss on your forehead. 

“That’s what you get for being so impatient, sweetheart.” He smirked and pecked your swollen lips. 

“So much for staying professional~” You joked and Jungkook rested his head upon your shoulder. 

“You’re right. The whole office is going to tease me so much now.” Jungkook chuckled and ran his fingers through your hair to tranquillise your sensitive state.

“Let’s run away together.” You could hear him grinning up to his cheeks. “We’ll run away into the country side and we can live together on a farm with no one else there to bother us.. We can be as loud as we want and we definitely wouldn’t need to stay professional.” 

Your hazy state allowed you to only giggle at his bewildering suggestion as you started to fall asleep, sat up on his chest. You could hear soft sounds of shuffling due to Jungkook putting on his boxers. “That sounds like a dream..” You mumbled as you started to drift off to sleep. 

Jungkook struggled to dress you back into your work clothes as your half-conscious state made it incredibly difficult. He realised then that he probably shouldn’t have ripped your blouse off you but the action was so sexy, you didn’t mind. It took him some time to flimsily dress you again but he somehow managed despite you falling asleep on him completely half way.

Jungkook pulled you into his body and effortlessly lifted you up bridal style. He carried you over to the couch from across his desk and placed you down gently upon the leather sofa. You were in a deep sleep at that point due to the exhaustion and tiredness.

He took off his suit jacket and used it as a blanket to cover your upper body. Jungkook crouched down to linger his gaze over your peaceful features before planting a soft kiss on your nose. 

“I really hope that dream comes true..” Jungkook’s soft whisper grazed over cheeks as he kissed your cheek another time. He couldn’t resist keeping his lips off you since you were so irresistibly cute to him.

That was the final chapter of Stay Professional! 😁 There’s a couple of things I’d like to say here so I’d really appreciate it if you were kind enough to stay and read my thanks. 💖

First of all, Stay Professional is my first ever long and COMPLETED series! So YES! This is a major achievement for me~ If you’ve been following me long enough-- you might notice my terrible habit of starting something and never finishing it :’)) so without further ado, I’d like to thank YOU! It was due to your love and support that I was energised enough to finish. SP will always hold a place in my heart because this series marks my first ever smut and Au :) 

Special thanks to @jeonjungrude and @jeonjowaaan for always keeping me motivated. These two have been so supportive and loving I can’t thank you two enough for your love 💞 I’m so thankful I got to meet these wonderful people! 

One lazy arm was strewn over your stomach. It rose and fell with each soft snore and mumbled sleepy words. You could feel the warm of the sun streamed through the window landing on your cheek, stirring you from your dream. Torn from a fantasy dealing with a brown-haired boy, your tongue wet your dry lips and your eyes fluttered open. 

The first thing you saw were piles of clothes in the corner of the room, any of which would become your outfit for that day’s lecture. Sunlight landed on any surface it could, illuminating the room with a soft, gold glow. For a moment you felt you were alone in that room by yourself, listening to your steady breaths and the soft hum of the radio on the nightstand, before you realized that your bed was occupied. 

Lately, it seemed it always was. 

Eyes trailing down the expanse of your body, you found an arm thrown across your waist, hugging you close against a warm chest. A soft inhale proved that it was Jeon Jungkook, snugly asleep behind you. His usual scent of cotton and laundry enveloped you. The tiniest hint of a smile crept up on your lips, twitching up the corners. You caught yourself before your teeth could show, and slowly turned to look at him. 

Jungkook, of course, was sound asleep. His jaw was agape, his snores rumbling low against his makeshift pillow. You fondly brushed a strand of his light hair out of his eyes, and sighed. 

Your situation was getting worse. You promised yourself those feelings you felt were just because of the things the two of you had done together. They had to be. 

Jungkook’s mouth moved and he pressed his lips together with a tiny sigh, “Are you watching me sleep?” 

Your gaze darted up to his eyes, which were slowly peeling apart to look up at you. Those long, feather-like eyelashes brushed the bone of his structured cheek. Warm and sleepy, Jungkook stared at you through the tops of his eyes, lips curving into a smile. 

You coughed and looked away, face burning. “What? Pffffffft,” you scoffed, immediately pulling back from him, “no, that’s, like, so weird.” 

Jungkook’s grip tightened around your waist. “Yeah?” He laughed, a deep, rumbling noise that matched his morning voice. Leaning upwards, he caught your cheek with his lips, softly planting kisses along your burning face. You felt your heart expanding, your chest tightening with whatever feeling this was. You’d never felt it before- this curdling, suffocating feeling. 

Jungkook’s lips captured yours in one long, savored kiss. Instinctively you reached up to caress his jaw, but caught yourself. That was too much. He wasn’t your boyfriend, you reminded yourself. You couldn’t hold him like that, not in the way other girls were. 

“I, uh,” you pulled back, clearing your throat awkwardly, “I have class in thirty minutes.” 

He pushed himself up so that he was above you, his height an advantage that allowed you to look up at him through your lashes. You couldn’t have possibly known what he was feeling in that moment- if his heart was tight like yours, if his breath was caught in his throat like yours. 

“So?” Jungkook pursed his lips in rejection. “You don’t have to get dressed nice or anything.” He leaned forward to kiss you again, but you swiftly turned to grab your phone, acting as if you hadn’t seen his move. He hesitated inches away from your face. “What’s wrong?” 

Your mind flashed back to the tiniest hint of a hickey you’d found on his throat. It wasn’t yours, and you knew it. Your stomach clenched and fell between your legs, though you fought to keep this bit of information out of your expression. You forced your best smile and looked sideways at him, as if he were the one acting odd. “Nothing, weirdo.” 

Jungkook pouted and placed his hands on either of your thighs. “Can I have a kiss then?” 

You imagined, for a split second, what this could be. If he was your boyfriend. If he’d bring you lunch to work, if he’d send you cute messages or comment nice things on pictures you posted, if he’d show you off on his social media- or to his friends. Jungkook would be an amazing boyfriend, and you were sure of it. 

He just wouldn’t be yours. 

Your gaze faltered. “I really… I should really go take a shower.” 

On the nightstand, Jungkook’s phone buzzed. You glanced over, saw the message, and looked away. He watched you as you pushed yourself off the bed and brushed your hair behind your ears, hurrying towards the restroom. Jungkook pressed his hands to his face and groaned, falling sideways onto the bed. 

He always messed things up. Did he say something wrong? Was he coming on too strong? Did he have morning breath? 

“Stupid, stupid, stupid,” he muttered to himself as he snatched his phone off the nightstand, angrily checking what message had sent you running away. 

+70291739472: heyyyy cutie, wyd tonight? (;

Who even was this? Jungkook couldn’t remember which girl it was texting him, but after scrolling up he suddenly recalled who she was- some girl in his environmental science class that he used to mess around with that was way too clingy and horny. But, he knew it was dumb to drop all the girls he ever talked to for one girl, for you, and in doing so he would get hurt. It had happened too many times before- where he gives  up everything for someone who doesn’t feel the same. 

He couldn’t have you. He couldn’t have the obnoxious snores you made during psych when you fell asleep, or the drool that you would readily wipe away upon returning to consciousness. He couldn’t have your awkward jokes mumbled under your breath to keep your spirits up, or the jovial smile you gave to every customer you tended to. He’d ruin you. 

Right? 

jungkook: nothing, wbu? (;

“That’s not even true,” you laughed, shaking your head as you scribbled down a definition into your notebook. Across from you, a black-haired girl threw her head back and snorted, nearly spitting her coffee all over your book. 

“Is, too,” Somi persisted. “On my life, I swear she watches horse porn.” 

An onlooker in the aisle beside your study space looked over at the two of you. You laughed into your hand and fought your instinct to slam your hand on the desk in amusement. By far, you and Somi were the two loudest people in the library, even amongst the subtle hum of chatter that buzzed around the entrance. Hidden in the back corner, you were propped up in a comfortable reclining chair, legs crossed and textbook in your lap. A pop-up table allowed you to copy vocab into your notebook. Across from you, Somi laid on her stomach on the floor, giggling uncontrollably into her hoodie. 

“Hey,” Somi suddenly said, looking up at you with red cheeks. “So how about J?” 

J was the codeword the two of you used for Jungkook. Your eyes darted towards her at the mention of him. Pursing your lips, you huffed and scribbled down the definition for ‘manifest content’. “What about him?” 

“When’re you going to ask him on, like, a real date?” Somi questioned. She pushed herself up so that she was sitting cross-legged, gazing up at you speculatively. 

“Um, like, never,” you mocked, rolling your eyes. 

“Why not?” Somi demanded with a large and heavy sigh. “If it’s some bullshit reason like ‘he’s the guy so he has to do it’ I will shove my foot up your 19th-century ass hole.” 

You scrunched up your face. Before you could shoot back with some pithy remark, your words died on your tongue, and your stomach dropped. 

From your seat, you could clearly see the entrance, and Jungkook sauntering in. He had to be dressed casually- of course he did. His white v-neck and sweatpants would most certainly be the death of you. You watched as he paused at the entrance, looking around as you hid underneath the hood of your sweater. His lips curled into a frown and he pulled his phone from his back pocket, typing a quick message. 

jungkook: hey, you working? 

Your phone buzzed on your lap. Carefully glancing at it, you looked up to make sure he didn’t see you, and shot back a quick response: 

you: yup. 

“Look at him,” Somi whispered, dragging herself closer to your chair. “He looks totally conflicted.” 

“Somi,” you sighed, “no one uses that word in a real conversation.” 

“Shut up.” 

But he did, or at least you thought so. You watched him stare at his phone, fingers lingering over the keys and typing messages. The little bubble formed at the bottom of your screen, disappearing and reappearing in unison with Jungkook’s thumbs. You thought, maybe, he’d shoot you a response- or, the hopeful part of you did. 

You never knew what his message said. His thumbs stopped when someone called out his name, drawing his attention and jerking his head up. Someone was jogging towards him, weaving their way through the crowd of sleep-deprived college students. Not even the scent of your coffee by your lap could calm you, not when some blonde haired girl was hurrying towards him. You watched, stomach tight, as she threw her skinny arms over his  shoulders  and pulled him close. You knew this proximity, the way she guided herself over his height so easily. She’d left the hickey. 

“Oh,” Somi’s eyebrows fell in disappointment. She quickly glanced towards you, placing a hand on your knee comfortingly, “He’s an asshole.” 

“No,” you smiled tightly at her, shrugging it off, “he’s just a friend with benefits. He can do whatever, whoever, he wants.” 

Somi chewed her lip. “_____-” 

“Seriously, Somi,” you shook your head and looked down at your book. You didn’t think you could bare to see the way Jungkook and that girl would look at one another. Maybe he looked at her in all the ways he never would with you. Maybe he sent her text messages saying “thinking of you” throughout the day. “It’s fine.” 

“It’s not-”

“I should get ready for work,” you closed your book with the notes inside it. 

Somi stared at you, lips parted. “You don’t have to pretend it doesn’t bother you,” she announced, chin lifted high and eyes soft. “Not with me.” 

You smiled slyly and shoved your book into the bag sitting on the floor. “Somi,” you sighed, shaking your head as if she couldn’t possibly understand. “I knew what I was getting myself into. He doesn’t feel that way about me.” 

Somi jumped to her feet the second you rose to yours. Her eyes bore into yours, concerned and urgent, begging you to stop and talk to her. Your gaze darted from her back to the entrance, watching Jungkook and that girl head to the back corner you and Somi were stationed at. Your breath caught and you slung your bag over your chest. 

“I’ll text you,” you told her in a hushed voice. Somi called out for you as you hurried towards the exit, fingers cold and practically shaking at your sides. You kept your head down, eyes averting his as you pushed past. 

Jungkook saw your hoodie and he knew it was you, even though you tucked all your hair away and forced a shadow across your face. His stomach sank when he realized you were avoiding him- you weren’t at work, and your texts were short. 

As you practically ran past him, Jungkook was tempted to grab your wrist, to ask why you were acting weird, to demand an explanation. He wanted to badly to feel the comfort of your warm smile aimed at him, or to at least know you still wanted him. His feet moved on their own and swiveled around to look at you, watching your hooded figure shuffle out the sliding doors. 

“Who’s that?” Minjoo wondered, staring at your back disappearing down the  street. 

Jungkook caught the word on his tongue before he said it. “Uh.. a girl in my intro to psych class.” 

Minjoo nodded, as if she could possibly understand. 

The other part of Jungkook whispered in his ear the word his heart ached to claim. 

girlfriend. 

p.2

“ Hobi, are you okay? Is something wrong?” You looked to him, wondering what his frantic mind was on. He didn’t feel right that evening. Something was gnawing at his heart. You didn’t mean a word you told him, he thought. He stared at you from across the room in an angry state. Why would you lie to him? You wouldn’t, but in that moment it was like you were only using him to get to the others.

He remained silent as he bathed in his own conflicted feelings. Deep down he knew you’d never hurt him like that, but every thing you did was like a threat. When he didn’t reply, you said you’d check up on him later to make sure he wasn’t sick.

The boys noticed the change in your mood after you talked to him, so they tried extra hard to cheer you up. It helped you, but secretly made Hoseok’s situation worse. How could he not notice the way everyone looked at you. He checked your outfit and started fuming.

You probably dressed like that on purpose, showing the right amount of skin and accentuating your curves in the perfect way. You walked as if you owned the place, how could they not swoon for you?

In reality, you were wearing the clothes that you normally would. Maybe it was just a t-shirt and jeans, or sweatpants with one of his hoodies. You didn’t think anything of it, since you’ve worn it so much. When you glanced over at your boyfriend, you could see that he was getting pretty upset. You walked over to him, hoping to calm him down.

The way you walked towards him was like your hips swayed to entrance his eyes, made to hypnotize. He grumbled when you approached, trying to not be interested.

You loved your boyfriend, you truly did. You vowed that if anything made him upset, you’d solve the problem and make him happy again. It was a promise, so you were determined to get to the bottom of the problem.

“ Jagi? Are you doing alright? If you feel sick we can go home early.” You rubbed his arm, trying to comfort him. Yoongi was sitting on the couch next to you two, and started to overhear. “ Go away y/n, I’m fine.”

“ Hobi-ah, you don’t look fine. If you want, I could ask Jin to make some dessert to sweeten up your saltiness. I love you, Jagi. I want you to be happy.” This usually did the trick, but today he wasn’t the one in control.

“ I said that I’m fine! Why are you always in my business?” The sudden harshness in his tone confused you. “ I’m your girlfriend, I made a vow to make you happy, even if you don’t want it.”

“ No! Just–Just leave me alone for once! You’re always hanging out with the guys, so worry about them instead! Stop bothering me all the time, you’re so.. clingy!” You couldn’t figure out if this is what he thought since the beginning, but at this point, he was standing. You stood up to face him,” W-What?” Your voice was meek, as you started to back up.

“ When will you stop breathing down my neck?! It’s like you never leave me alone!” His volume increased at an alarming rate.” H-Hobi.. I just thought–”

“ –Well clearly you didn’t think enough.” You were concerned and betrayed at the same time. Hoseok had never looked so angry. He continuously bashed you with harsh words, lashing out the things he kept to himself. His eyes were burning with hatred and he was furious. You didn’t know that you could cause something like this to stir inside of him.

Your mind and vision was blurring, in and out of focus on his face. There was a booming, electrifying sound, and then pure silence took over. Everyone was staring, wide eyed at the scene. Your eyes were almost shot open, shocked and mortified. There was pain on your face, and ached with a fiery sting.

Time started to delay, like a slow-motion scene in a movie. All the guys were frozen in place, and Hoseok was unmoving from his spot. He was staring at his own hands in horror. What happened? Is he okay? Am I okay? Your mind hadn’t even processed what happened or why there was pain throbbing on your left cheek. All too soon, time returned and everything happened all at once.

Something wet was dripping down your face and when you reached to touch it, you noticed that they were tears. When you turned to look up again, Yoongi was in front, with you behind his back. Jungkook was holding you in a comforting hug, and you could see that Namjoon was also between your boyfriend and Yoongi.

Jin came from around the corner with Tae and Jimin, walking towards the big scene. Yoongi and the boys became protective, keeping you away from further damage, but it didn't stop the pain in your heart. “ What the hell? She was trying to comfort you!” You had never really seen Yoongi so mad that he yelled at someone, but now you have, and it was terrifying. “ You think she’s clingy? How ungrateful are you? If she was any of our girlfriends, she’d be treated like royalty, not like some object that’s ruining your life.”

Hobi didn’t move. He knew what he had done wasn’t right, but his seething anger wasn’t quenched quite yet. “ Then why isn’t she your girlfriend then? If you all care for her that much.” He retorted with as much disrespecting sass he could. “ Because she loves you, you dumb fuck!”

Although you wanted to forgive him, you made a promise. If he was unhappy with you, you would leave. “ –Why would you say something so rude to her? Telling her that she didn’t think clearly? Maybe you’re the dense one around here.” Namjoon interfered with a response of his own.

“ Why are you all siding with her?!” His anger was rising with every word that came out. “ Because this young lady has not done anything wrong. Jung Hoseok, you should apologize, so that we can all forget about this.” Jin attempted to assess the situation. “ I’m not apologizing for saying the truth!”

You couldn’t deal with everyone being upset, so you try to solve the situation the only way you know how. “ Hobi, remember when I made that promise? That if anything made you unhappy in your life, I’d get rid of it? That includes me too. I love you, Jagi, but If I’m making you upset, and this is what you truly think of me, then maybe it’s best if I leave.” You tried to say that with the last ounce of confidence you had. Your voice and heart was broken all at once. The look in your eyes told the hurt words that you couldn’t say out loud.

Taehyung rushed to comfort you, enveloping you into his arms. He held you tight and didn’t let go for a long time. You could feel tears falling onto your shirt, and realized he was crying. He was holding onto you like you were his favorite childhood item that shattered to millions of pieces moments ago. Like he knew that it would never be fixed, that he could only sulk while holding onto it.

“ I’m glad.” Hoseok huffed. Taehyung and the others walked you to the doorway, all trying their best to not cry, although Taehyung didn’t hold his in. Yoongi and Namjoon tagged along to comfort you in your home, and decided to sleep the night there.

[Months Later]

“ Please, I need you back. I’m sorry… I know I fucked up, but Jagiya please..” His voice was broken as he gently tugged on your sweater. You no longer ‘clung’ to him and you stopped wearing his clothes, seeing that you weren’t in a relationship with him anymore. He was trying to get under your skin, trying to hook back up. He pleaded with you, “ I promise I won’t ever hurt you again.”

You tried to yank your arm away, but his words started to loosen you up. He could see the conflicted emotions in your flustered movements, and he thought he could have a chance to start over. Something clicked in your mind and you became stern and cold, something you learned from the boys.

Yoongi quickly noticed and threw Hoseok's grip on your arm away. " Stop manipulating my girl. She's not a single ass like you." Hoseok watched the two of you leave, Yoongi's arm around your waist.

Yoongi was right, he really couldn't win her back. The girl who made him happy for all these years, and he had snapped. It was his fault. When he looked up at the two figures again, he could see how much happier you were with Yoongi.

Maybe it was for the best. You and Yoongi, that is. Hobi was helpless and empty, but he couldn't do anything about it. He had hurt the one he loved, and now he had to pay the price.

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-A/N-

I tried writing angst and I think it went okay. idk :/