~The one where she gives him a chance (pt. 2) (JJK)~
🌺 I know this part is long overdue, but I was looking back at some of my older pieces and decided to finish this one. It's been partly written and outlined for a while! I don't really write fanfiction like I used to so I'm not sure if I'll consider completing other continued parts in these excerpts. No promises, but you never know! Thanks for taking the time to read this 💜
Part 1
"Jungkook, what a pleasure to see you again! It's been a while, you had me worried," Dr. Fitzgerald greets enthusiastically. He eagerly invites his patient to come sit in his favorite spot on one of his loveseats. Jungkook smiles, though it doesn't feel as forced as it used to. He pulls his hands from his pockets—he only seems to remember he's doing his nervous habits whenever his therapist is around. He sinks into the lush cushions of the loveseat. It always made him sleepy when he used to have early morning appointments.
Jungkook's cheeks feel sore from how much he's smiling. He'd actually surprised himself all week, having been anticipating this visit. It's the first one he's having in a few weeks—work having gotten the best of him. Not to mention, he no longer has as much personal time to spare as he used to, all things considered.
"Well," he holds his hands out, offering him the floor to address the elephant in the room. It's obvious how much better Jungkook seems to be doing. His whole demeanor has changed; he's much more lively. Like his heart is nurtured and better looked after. "How've you been? I'm assuming things have gone well for you lately?"
Jungkook rubs his palms on his pants, bobbing his head as his smile seems to grow impossibly wider. He feels his therapist will be proud of how much he'd achieved. Not that Jungkook is actively seeking his approval, but Dr. Fitzgerald is one of very few people who know how much he's struggled.
"Yeah, things have been... they've been great. To say the least," he admits. He isn't sure where to start.
"How about you tell me how things have gone for you since our last visit?" He suggests, Jungkook nods. That's surely a good place. There's a lot of catching up to do.
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Jungkook stands at the curb, biting the inside of his cheek as he waits. He isn't very sure what he should be looking for—a car, a cab, maybe he'll spot her strolling on the street. The anticipation is killing him. There's still fifteen minutes before their appointment will start. He's trying not to let his worries get the best of him, purposely dismissing all his concerns. Maybe she forgot, or she woke up a little late, or maybe when he called her number and they agreed she decided she didn't want to waste her time in his presence—
He feels a gentle tap on his shoulder, turning and looking down to find her glowing face. He starts to smile, but is stricken by her natural beauty. Her face is bare save for the glimmering gloss dressing her plump lips. She's beaming up at him, a warm smile lighting up her face. "Hi, Jungkook. You look nice," she starts, gesturing to his outfit. He feels his heart accelerate when her pretty fingers gently tug on the hem of his shirt.
"Oh, this?" He blushes, it's only casual. Just a t-shirt and flannel with some old jeans he doesn't mind messing up. They'd be getting messy after all. She wears similar attire, her dark jeans hugging her figure in all the right places, not to mention her top. He'd hardly realized how busty she is before, and considering how much taller he is than her, he has to force himself not to look at the subtle—yet very noticeable —cleavage she had. He wonders if it's intentional, but decides not to dwell on it. "It's nothing, just something I found," he rubs his neck, forcing himself not to awkwardly laugh. He often does it when he's uncomfortable and it's a habit he's trying to break.
She chuckles at him, not adding anything. He notices her hugging her jacket, and she has her bag hanging on her shoulder. She grips it's long strap, turning toward the entrance. He holds his hand out, allowing her to go in first. He holds the door for her, which seems to make her smile grow.
Their instructor was very talkative in the beginning, he spoke extensively about the canvases and acrylics and brushes. Joy and Jungkook just sat waiting in their stools, among others who were ready to start. They didn't want to seem rude by leaning over to whisper to each other. Though finally, the canvases and paints are prepared, and they're allowed their freedom to paint with some assisted guidance from him. There aren't many other pairs in the room, but they're all chatting with one another. Mostly friendly or family duos. It seems Joy and Jungkook are the only pair that look like complete strangers to each other. Despite this, Joy's easel and stool is quite close to his.
They can't help looking over each other's shoulders at the art they're making. Jungkook is working on a landscape piece set in snowy mountains. The sky has dark blue hues, twinkling stars that he'd flicked carefully onto the paint. Joy gapes at it, "Wow, Jungkook. You're really good at this. Are those the Northern Lights?"
He smiles sheepishly, bobbing his head. Her's is quite nice, too. He's got some background in art—specifically drawing. He remembers how much their high school art teacher always admired his work. She'd always push for him to enter presentations, however he could never bring himself to. Joy seems fond of his reaction. "I could hang this on my wall."
"Yours is nice, too," he offers. She had painted a dark silhouette of a woman's side profile. Her back is facing the viewer. So far, it's quite elegant, and it appears that she is naked, as her back is bare. But it's tasteful.
Joy scoffs, "Are you kidding? I can't seem to get her proportions right. You're like Bob Ross." Jungkook chuckles, truly, hers is nice. The figure has soft, round facial features—much like herself, at least telling from her side profile. Her head is turned to the left, and Joy's painting highlights to contour and line her proportions to indicate that her eyes are closed. She has pretty lashes and a subtle smile on her plump lips. She's also hugging herself, fingers wrapped around the back of one of her arms and the crook of her neck.
"How long have you done art?" She ponders, as he clearly has some experience. She can't keep her gaze from his painting, and considering that he was first to finish it, he knows it's distracting her. She doesn't seem to mind, though.
He shrugs, wiping the white paint that's starting to cake his fingers. "I've been drawing since I was young. My whole family has experience. My older brother animates in his free time, he does graphic design." He explains, realizing that he's rambling. She smiles at him.
"That's awesome. It must be nice getting to share artistic talent with people, especially family. Mine's always been more technical. I guess I'm better at less creative things." She admits, he watches her brush glide around the perimeter of her figure's dark silhouette; she's dry-brushing the shading and outline. The contrast is nice to look at. He wonders if she has much experience with color theory.
"I think you're pretty good creatively," he admits. "I remember your doodles on all our science homework." She made such adorable little creatures, often times they resembled some sort of baby bird. Such as penguins or ducklings. She seemed to have a fondness for them.
She giggles to herself, "Oh gosh, you remember those?" He nods. He always found them cute. Her locker had penguin stickers on it, he always knew where it was. "Science has always been more my thing, I guess. I mostly do microscopic biology, but maybe someday I can study animal biology." He smiles at that, picturing Joy squatting down next to a bunch of penguins, beaming as she takes notes on them. The thought makes him chuckle.
"I always thought writing was more my thing—creatively, at least," she shrugs, seeming a bit shy to mention much more about it.
Jungkook enlightens her, watching her stick her brush in the water, she seems to have finished her piece, too. It came out quite nice, he thinks. Especially considering how she doesn't have much experience. Part of him figures she'd surely paint some of her adorable baby birds. Though her piece is pleasing to look at. She seems to favor his, though. "I remember that," he explains, referring to her preference to write creatively. She was always great in English class, entering writing contests. "You've always had such a way with words... like you knew just what to say and how to say it." He mutters his previous observations. It was definitely something he really liked about her. Every word that left her lips was carefully considered, especially to him.
"You remember a lot from back then," she notes, giggling when he starts to blush. He's slightly embarrassed, hoping he isn't coming off too strange. That surely isn't the intention.
"I guess it's all coming back to me now, since I'm seeing you again." It's mostly true, though some things about her really stuck with him since. The rest he had forced himself to let go of once they graduated and moved on in their lives.
"Don't worry, JK. It's kinda cute. You've got a knack for detail, which honestly isn't surprising," she gestures to his painting. He resists the urge to rub his neck, as he still has paint partially dried on his hands.
"Thanks," he mutters shyly, feeling how hot his cheeks are as she smiles at him. The instructor lets them all wash their hands and tools, fortunately they hadn't gotten much paint on their clothes save for a few speckles here and there. They're told their pieces would take a little longer to dry, and that they ought to come back in an hour while he has them prepared to take home like everyone else's. Neither objected to that, Joy and Jungkook figures they could go to the nearby café a little earlier than they had planned.
It's within walking distance of the painting shop they were already in, just a couple blocks away. They quietly stroll side by side, and despite their brief silence, it isn't nearly as awkward as Jungkook would have thought. Almost every time he sits in silence with other people, it feels like his insides are boiling hot.
Joy is beaming, the both of them watching as a huge dog saunters toward them, his owner had a death grip on his green leash. Jungkook looks down at Joy, the great dane was half as tall as her on all fours, he kind of expected her to get a little nervous. But when her expression softens, she bites back a fond coo. He blinks, watching her heart melt as the great dane trots past them in the opposite direction. "So cute..." she swoons.
Jungkook can't help his surprise, most of the women he's known aren't the fondest of big dogs, especially when they're half her size. "Do you have pets?" He wonders.
She looks back at him, her smile growing. Though she sighs disappointedly, "No... I really want a big dog but my landlord is strict about pets. He's always had ridiculous regulations."
Jungkook hums at that, hesitating for a moment. He hadn't planned on telling anyone about it before, but Joy isn't just anyone. "...Well, in a couple weeks I'll be going to get myself a big dog," he starts.
She perks up, "Aw! Really?"
He bobs his head, finding her enthusiasm about it quite endearing. "W-Well, I guess he will get big, eventually. He's just a puppy now."
She coos again, holding her cheeks as she smiles. "How precious! What breed is he?"
"A doberman," he says. They stop in front of the coffee shop. Again, he pulls the door open for her. A strong aroma of coffee strikes them hard. Joy is beaming, practically bouncing in place at the thought. Jungkook has to avert his eyes from her chest as she giddily moves. But it's endearing to watch; cute.
"How adorable! I'm sure he'll love you. I hear they're very protective and loyal," she enthuses.
"When I bring him home, you're welcome to come see him," he offers. He blinks, suddenly realizing how forward he sounded. "I-I mean, if you want to—"
"Oh, Jungkook, I would love that! What're you thinking of naming him?" She asks, approaching the counter when the last customer leaves. He follows her lead, standing beside her and looking up at the chalkboard menu.
"Bam. It means—"
She gasps softly, "Wait, don't tell me...! It means 'night' in Korean, right?" Jungkooks brows rise in surprise at her, wondering when she'd learned Korean.
She giggles at his expression, turning to order herself a refreshing drink. He follows her lead, not having much taste for anything other than an iced americano. They move to the side to wait for their drinks together. "Alex and Joon gave me a few Korean lessons," Joy explains.
Jungkook hums at that, feeling his heart swoon a bit. "Good to know... if you ever want to learn more, I could always teach you, too."
Her pretty smile spreads as she looks up at him, "I think I'd like that."
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"Oh Jungkook, that is so good to hear!" Dr. Fitzgerald says, clasping his hands together and giving Jungkook a proud smile.
Jungkook bashfully looks away, down at his open palms. He massages one of them with his thumb. "She's so much nicer than I remember..." he continues. "At the coffee shop, she suggested we play a game called 36 questions—"
Fitzgerald chuckles, "36? Not 20?"
Jungkook shrugs, smiling at the memory. He thought the same thing at the time. But how was he meant to resist? "She said it was more fun that way."
"...was it?"
Jungkook nods. "We learned a lot about each other... after coffee we went back for our paintings. I let her have mine, she really liked it," he continues.
"Well that's nice, a cute gift," Fitzgerald adds.
"But it just felt too soon to say goodbye yet, so we kinda just spent the day together." Fitzgerald's smile grows at that.
"So what else did you two do if you don't mind my asking?"
"Well, since we both liked art, I took her to the university art museum. And after that, we were hungry again and the culture festival was nearby so we just had a bunch of street vendors. She liked the Korean street food I had her try," Jungkook says, tracing the lines on his hands, remembering the warmth of Joy's palm when she'd gripped it that night.
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Jungkook perks up when he feels his phone buzz in his pocket, quickly pulling it out to see Joy had texted as promised. He'd asked her not to use the doorbell or knock, glad she remembered.
He looks down at the snoozing puppy by his feet, he'd only just started to leave the corner of the living room that he'd claimed when he first got to the apartment. His floppy ears twitch every now and then, so Jungkook is careful as he gets up, trying to not make much of a sound. He picks up his slippers and carries them with him to the door, tiptoeing to go answer it.
He doesn't waste time peeking out, unlocking it and seeing Joy's sweet face. She's wearing a canvas bag on her shoulder, her pretty smile growing as she peers up at him. "Hi, Jungkook," she greets him warmly, her voice especially soft. "Where's the baby?"
He chuckles at her enthusiasm, letting her in. He swallows the lump growing in his throat, trying not to think too much about her being here. He'd never invited anyone over before. Ever. Bam is the only other thing with a heartbeat that's been inside his apartment.
"He just fell asleep," Jungkook whispers softly, showing her to his open living room. "He's kinda shy."
Joy giggles softly at that, "Just like you," she swoons. She stops in her tracks, holding her breath the moment her eyes land on him. The little brown heap curls up on the floor, right where Jungkook had left him. He's relieved, Bam doesn't like being left alone yet. If he wakes up at night, he'll cry and wander the apartment to find him.
Joy holds her hands over her heart, "He's tinier than I thought."
"I think he's younger than I was told," he admits with a chuckle. "I don't even think he's been properly weened."
"Aw, poor thing," she coos sympathetically, looking up at him for permission. "Is it okay if I get closer?"
"Yeah," he assures her. "He won't bite."
"I know, I just don't wanna scare him," she enthuses, being gentle as she tiptoes closer to the snoozing pup. He stirs despite her quietness, she carefully sinks to the floor, crossing her legs to watch him.
Jungkook slowly joins her on his floor, feeling his heart throb at how close the two of them are to one another. It makes his skin feel hot. Though before either of them can say something to break the silence, Bam shifts in his sleep, a soft cry emitting from him.
Joy covers her mouth, endeared by the adorable, vulnerable sound. "He really does sound young," she agrees.
Bam rolls over onto his side, exposing his round, pudgy puppy belly. His big paws twitching as he dreams. Joy just about squealed, but she restrains herself, looking to Jungkook with excitement. "I feel like the guy was in a rush to sell them. Look," he points at Bam's mouth, the tip of the puppy's tongue poking out. He's making sucking motions with his mouth.
"Oh my goodness, that's so precious...!" Joy whispers, clenching her fists and shaking them. "He must give you a hard time at night, though?"
Jungkook chuckles, covering his mouth as he yawns. "I swear, it's like someone handed me a furry newborn."
"Aww," Joy coos, "I know you're a good Daddy, though." He blinks at that, trying not to give it too much thought. He just hadn't anticipated hearing that word leave her mouth, especially not in reference to him.
"He gets sleepy after he eats," Jungkook moves on. "Can hardly keep his little head up."
Joy watches Bam's tail sway in his sleep, "So he'll need to go out soon?" She asks eagerly. "Can I come?"
"Of course you can," Jungkook agrees, before he can think. He blinks, suddenly remembering that he's yet to train Bam to go outside. "A-Actually, well, I'm training him to go in the laundry room for now, until he's a little older. But we can still go for a walk, i-if you want." He physically stops himself from rubbing his neck, settling instead with rubbing his knee.
Joy chuckles fondly, though she's looking right at him when she does. "Only if you want to. Don't want to stress the poor baby out, do we?" It would be Bam's first walk outside, after all. It would take a lot, seeing as Jungkook lives quite high up. Bam didn't handle the elevator ride very well when Jungkook first brought him home.
"Right," he agrees. "Another time, then." He looks at her canvas bag, seeing a glimpse of something fuzzy inside.
She notices his curious gaze, and he feels flustered. But before he can apologize, she pulls the bag off and starts to rummage through it. "I was gonna wait for him to wake up, but maybe I ought to run these by his Daddy first."
She said it again, so casually. Jungkook feels his ears burning, his diaphragm flushing with an inescapable heat.
He watches her carefully pull out dog toys, one by one. He stares in astonishment, and she smiles a bit bashfully. "I guess I figured he ought to have a welcome home gift," she admits. "Maybe I splurged a bit. I was excited."
He shakes his head, chuckling as he looks at the toys she'd brought. None of them are too noisy, which he greatly appreciates. "Thanks, Joy. I'm sure he'll love them."
She waves her hand dismissively, though he notices the tips of her ears blooming red, much like his do.
Bam stirs again, blinking wearily at them both. Joy holds her breath again, covering her mouth with her hands. Jungkook chuckles at her enthusiasm, not having thought she'd be so eager just to see his dog.
Bam whines, straining as he rolls onto his stomach and stretches his legs. He sniffs the air, his big hazel eyes landing on Joy.
Anxiously, the puppy rushes over to Jungkook, struggling to climb into the space between his crossed legs. The pair coos endearingly, Joy giggling softly. "Oh my goodness, he really is shy!"
Bam peers at her from the safety of Jungkook's thigh, his big heavy paws placed firmly on Jungkook's leg. He gently strokes the pup's head. "It's alright, Bam. This is Joy. You'll be seeing her around more."
Bam's long tail sways side to side as he looks at her, especially when Joy grabs one of the toys she bought him. Bam is intrigued by the fuzzy lion, sniffing at the air as she gently shakes it in front of him.
Joy coos at Bam, "How cute. He went straight to you for protection."
Jungkook chuckles, "He's pretty clingy. He doesn't want to leave my side. You should hear him cry when I'm in the bathroom."
Joy hums endearingly, "Maybe he's got anxiety," she wonders aloud.
"Well that would make two of us," Jungkook says softly, mostly under his breath. He looks down at Bam, rubbing the place between his floppy ears. He gently lifts him up, "Go say hi, Bam."
Joy freezes when he places the puppy in her arms. Bam squirms until she gently strokes his head and back, cooing adoringly at him. "What a sweet little baby. I almost don't want you to get big."
"Not so bad, right, Bam?" Jungkook says in Korean, and his voice seems to make the pup relax more in her arms. He watches his little tail wag side to side, burrowing himself into Joy's bust. Jungkook narrows his gaze at his puppy, "Yah, don't rub it in." He continues in his native tongue. He hadn't given it much thought, but Bam got to cuddle Joy before he did. And maybe it's a little unfair.
She gently kisses the pup's furry face, earning a few licks in return to her cheek. Okay, it's pretty unfair. But hearing her gleeful giggle makes it worth it.
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"So that's what's been eating up all your time," Fitzgerald says. "Puppies are a lot of work."
"She makes it easier," Jungkook admits. "When I got him trained to go outside she liked to join us on our walks. Bam really likes her." Dare he say, Bam has a crush on her, too. But he liked her first.
"So the two of you are spending a lot of time together...?" Fitzgerald says, his leading tone hinting at something more. Jungkook sheepishly bobs along.
"Yeah..."
"Like... dating?"
Jungkook looks at his hands again, hesitating, "Um... sure."
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"Good boy," Jungkook praises Bam, his dog quietly lying down in his cage to sleep. He sighs to himself, gripping his roots hard.
It'd been quite a rough day, people-wise at least. Since reconnecting with Joy, things haven't gotten this bad in a while but he supposes today is the exception.
His anxiety had built up and accumulated. He was out on a run with Bam this morning and people kept staring. A woman had caught him off guard and stopped him. His heart was beating so loud in his ears that he hadn't heard what she was asking him. Something about Bam.
He doesn't want it to shake him up as much as it is. When he got back home, Bam spent the whole day glued to his side, rubbing his large body into his leg every chance he got. He could easily sense Jungkook's anxieties, especially when they build up like this.
Bam whines softly, his head lifting up as he stares at Jungkook, his long snout poking from the inside of his open cage. "Down, Bam," Jungkook orders him gently in Korean. His dog obediently listens, though he continues to stare up at him with worry in his hazel eyes.
His chest feels heavy, like he'd somehow inhaled an entire tub of molasses or something. He grips his shirt in a fist, getting up and heading over to his medicine cabinet. He has a couple of his prescription pills left. He ought to contact Dr. Fitzgerald again, it's been a while since they last had an appointment. but if he's starting to have these attacks again, maybe he can get a refill on his prescription.
He doesn't bother wasting time with a glass, swallowing the pills and chasing after them with a couple handfuls of water. He flings his wet hand, heading for his couch to try to distract himself. Fitzgerald always suggests he find something to snack on, but he can't imagine trying to stomach something now. And it's getting late, he would definitely fuck up his regimen. He's due for another round of strength training at the gym. If only it were open now, he'd try blowing off some steam. Maybe then his heart wouldn't feel so damn jittery.
To his surprise, there's a soft knock at the door. Jungkook blinks, turning from the tv to look at it. He certainly hadn't expected company tonight, especially not when he feels so shitty. He gets up before the gentle knocking can persist.
He feels flustered, a bout of embarrassment overwhelming him at his casual attire. He'd neglected to keep his shirt on after a long shower.
He pulls the door open, seeing Joy standing there. "Joy...!" he mutters his surprise.
Her arms are folded, her usually warm smile is a bit dampered. She has her arms folded over her bust, and what looks like rain on her jacket. "...I-I thought you went to a conference?" he mutters. Her company sponsored her to travel for some science-y thing across the country.
She nods, her eyes trailing down to her eye level—right in line with his nipples. Fighting the urge to cover his chest, he steps back to let her in, realizing how rude he was being to keep her waiting. "Yeah..." she mutters vaguely, her voice is noticeably flat.
Jungkook places his hands on his hips, concern knitting his brows. "...um, did everything go okay?"
Joy shrugs, her arms still folded over her bust. He takes her jacket to hang by the door with his other ones. It's been getting cold outside, which means his place is warm. He doesn't want her overheating.
He does a double-take at her attire. She's dressed in what looks like pajamas: a baby pink cami top paired with sweatpants. Her skin is glistening, he forces himself not to gawk at her cleavage, quick to turn away and hang her jacket.
"Bam's asleep?" she wonders.
Jungkook nods, not missing how she'd avoided his question. "He should be. But he's been duping me lately," he says, trying to lift her dampened mood. Her smile twitches a bit at that, but doesn't spread much further.
"Thanks for letting me in, Kookie," she whispers.
"No problem—" he freezes.
Did she just call him 'Kookie'?
Is that where they are now? Oh god, he'd never really had much of a nickname before. At least, not from a girl.... well, not a girl that isn't his mother. But he was just a kid, back then and—
Joy raises a brow at him, "...is it okay if I call you that?" she asks slowly. "I don't wanna make you uncomfortable."
"No, no... I mean yes...! Um..." his hand gravitates to his neck, he rubs it as he looks away from her, wishing the walls would cave in around him already. His heart is in his fucking throat, now.
He hears a soft giggle from her, looking up from the ground to see her smiling fondly. Her smile seems to have grown a bit, he watches her eyes trail over him for a moment. "Do you mind if I join you?"
"Um, sure— I-I mean, well... I'm not really watching anything." God, just smite him already.
She turns back to the tv, the only source of light in the room. His apartment is bathed in glowing blue light; with the way Jungkook's heart is going, he wishes one of the shadows could just swallow him somehow.
He ought to relax. It's not like she hasn't been here before. It's just Joy.
... but it isn't just Joy. It's Joy.
And she's never come over this late before. He joins her on the couch, hearing a soft moan from his tv. His eyes gape at the graphic sex scene on his tv. Good God, she's gonna think he's a creep. He scrambles for the remote, switching it to another random channel. Some station showing tv shows that are older than his parents.
Joy giggles softly at him, "I hope I'm not intruding," she says quietly. "I know it's sudden, I just... I guess I didn't feel like being alone right now."
Well, he knows the feeling. But he can't help but wonder why she chose him. Her close friends always seem to bring her comfort. He's met a few of them a handful of times, they all have a welcoming presence about them.
Jungkook hesitates to ask, unsure how appropriate it would be for him to pry about something so personal. He doesn't want to be invasive and possibly ruin their friendship. But his mouth betrays him again, like the communication from his brain had been severed or something, "Did something happen?"
Joy sighs, and he cringes at the noise. She looks down at her lap, he doesn't dare follow suit. One short glimpse at her body and he wouldn't manage to look away. "My ex was at the conference," she mutters.
"Oh..." Jungkook says, wanting to kick himself for not having a better response. God, were those pills expired or something? Why is his heart still racing?
Joy simply shrugs, turning to look up at Jungkook beside her. "It was... fine, I guess, but... I dunno. I guess it's just hard to see him so happy when we were so damn miserable before we broke up. He's got a kid on the way already." She scoffs to herself, shaking her head in disbelief.
Jungkook bites his lips as he ponders something to say, hoping it's the right thing. "Sorry to hear that, Joy."
"Well, it's life, y'know?" She says dismissively.
Jungkook hums, "I mean, sure, but... there's nothing wrong with feeling hurt about it." They were engaged after all, before the asshole broke it off.
Joy sighs uneasily, blinking a few times. For a moment, her eyes appeared glassier in the flickering blue light. "Thanks, Kookie," she says softly. He watches her swallow a lump in her throat. "Have I told you how great of a friend you are?"
He feels his cheeks get warm, trying to dismiss it. "W-Well, I'm only saying the truth."
"And I'm glad you think it's important that I hear it," she says, refusing to let him brush it off. "I really appreciate that... I appreciate you."
Jungkook feels flustered, rubbing his clammy palms on his knees. "Me too," he musters, unsure if he can say much more when it feels so hard to breathe around her. She smells perfumey, like she's fresh out the shower. The aroma mixes pleasantly with the scent of rain still on her. It's enticing.
"No, I mean it, Jungkook," she insists, sitting upright and turning to him more fully. Now he has a full view of her perky breasts; he resists looking down with every fiber of his being. He doesn't want to disrespect her, especially now that she's being so sincere. He never found himself worthy of much praise. "You really are the kindest man—the kindest person—I know. I really want you to know that."
He nods along, confused by her leading tone. Her eyes trail down, he can practically feel her gaze dripping down his neck, his collar, landing on his bare chest, tracing the tattoos adorning his arm.
She leans up, closer to him. He can feel the heat of her body as she comes closer. His body tenses, he almost leans back, worried for a second that he was somehow in her way. Maybe she's just reaching for the remote, or there's something behind him. But her soft hand lands on his shoulder.
Jungkook swallows, his skin flaring up all over. And before he can think, her eyes are closing, and she's pressing her lips to his. Not his cheek, or his jaw—his lips.
His lids flutter closed and he melts into it. Her plump lips are so damn soft, and luscious. It makes his lips tingle, and he doesn't want to part for breath. But she pulls away, their lips smacking softly when they part.
Jungkook blinks, still frozen. He realizes his hand is gripping something hard, looking down to see it's her thigh. His heart thuds at the sight. Oh God, maybe he came on too strong, what if she thinks—
Joy's pretty smile spreads, and she giggles softly at him. "You okay there, Kookie?" she asks, amused by how frozen stiff he suddenly is.
"Um..." He tries to snap out of it. "Yeah. I just... yeah." he bobs his head like an idiot.
He'd never been kissed before.
He can feel traces of moisture still on his lips, wanting to reach up to touch it. Though she beats him to it, swiping her thumb over his pink lips.
Jungkook's chest feels taut as her hand glides down it, slipping gently over his stomach and above his waist band. Goosebumps rise aggressively on his skin as he watches, swallowing the growing lump in his throat. He hoped those pills would kick in sometime soon, he isn't sure he can take the rapid thudding of his heart much longer.
She hums observantly, "You look nervous..."
His mouth gapes for a moment, he isn't sure how to admit this to her, not without being judged. Her hand sinks lower down his stomach, grazing his waistband. "Is this okay?" She asks, looking into his eyes and holding them. Rather than stammer like an idiot, he bobs his head, subtly gripping the cushions beneath them. He hopes she won't notice.
Her smile graces her pretty features, and an anxious pang stirs his chest when her fingers dip beneath his waistband, peeling it back and exposing his skin. He clenches his stomach, trying not to let the anxiety overwhelm him and make him sick or something.
She chuckles softly, slipping off his couch and sinking down onto her knees in front of him, using both her hands to pull his garments down. Jungkook tries to steady his breathing. If you look close enough, you could literally see his heartbeat quake in his chest. She looks down at his hot crotch, biting her lips as the slow, crawling pace of her movements finally revealed what she was after. Jungkook can feel himself sweating, he'd never been this aroused in front of another person in his life. Well, not when they were noticing it. His heart stutters when they watch his flushing member spring straight up. He wants to shrink in on himself, to get up and lock himself away in his room inevitably.
But she simply bites her lip, a fire igniting in her lustful gaze. She doesn't say anything, which makes his nervousness more agonizing. She notices the strained grip he has on the couch, "You're sweating, Kookie," she notes, casually gripping his shaft and wrapping her fingers around it. Her hand starts to glide slowly down it. He bites back a pitiful groan at the unfamiliar sensation. Her hand is much smaller than his own, though somehow it felt exceedingly more appealing.
His face starts to flush as he feels precum starting to surface and slip down, though she collects it with her fingers and continues to massage his member. Her hand glides down to the base of his crotch, slipping all the way back up to his bright pink tip. He feels his stomach getting hot, especially as she regards him with that sinful sultry gaze. The pad of her thumb circles his tip, spreading the moisture around. He embarrassingly lets out a groan, shutting his eyes at the bliss. "J-Joy..." he starts, watching her pretty smile grow on her moist lips.
"Just relax, Kookie," she whispers softly. He can feel her cool breath fanning him. His body cringes, parted legs trying to close so he can shrink himself. With her free hand, she pushes his thighs apart, giving herself more room. "You're so tense."
He huffs hotly, unable to help watching her hand move at it's steady pace. Her fingers are slick, his arousal is so overwhelming that his precum is practically pouring down his shaft. She hums in amusement, peeking up at Jungkook's eyes again. She adjusts herself to stand on her knees, using her other hand to grip his balls. Jungkook inhales sharply, though she uses her elbows to keep his thighs pinned apart. He tries not to squirm and writhe, though she's steadily bringing him to his brink. He's more used to hard, fast pumping, not a gentle pace. She seems to be carefully taking her time with him. She mutters something about how heavy he feels—the comment makes his body twitch.
He looks down her shirt at her cleavage, even more exposed than before as she leans over him. She seems to notice his gaze, pulling her hands away and smirking at him. Jungkook pants in exasperation, watching her sit back and pull her cami off. He swallows, feeling his eyes go wide at the sight of her lacy black bra. Her breasts are perky and huge, they look like pillows. She giggles at the look on his face, reaching toward her back, where he hears her unhook the latch that holds her breasts up. She sheds her bra and tosses it onto the couch beside him. She pulls herself back up toward him, and his eyes hypnotically follow her perky, soft breasts as she squeezes them around his shaft.
"Holy shit," he murmurs, feeling his head drop back onto his couch. He grits his teeth, doing his best to hold back as the soft, pillowy, hot sensation of her breasts engulf him. He fights another groan, though they were getting increasingly difficult to suppress.
"You don't have to be quiet," she whispers sweetly. God, his head is starting to spin. He picks his head back up, staring down at her face. He feels his dick twitch, which she seems to notice. "Don't hold back, Kookie," she softly advises him, wrapping her plump, glistening lips around the head of his member. She groans, and the vibration makes him shudder.
"Joy..." he warns her, voice straining. She peeks up innocently at him, her warm eyes refusing to release his gaze for a few solid beats. Her warm tongue slithers around his tip. He curses, balling his fists and curling his toes, though his release is difficult to fight.
Her head sinks down as far as she can manage, and her moist throat engulfs him entirely. His hips jerk harshly, he drops his head in defeat, groaning out loud as his orgasm courses mercilessly through him. The effects of it makes his stomach taut, and his legs twitch. His face flushes red as he realizes the location of his release, though he feels her throat close. He flinches at the sensation, watching her lift her head back up. The wet slurps from her mouth make his stomach hot all over again.
She grips her breasts, moving them up and down for a few beats before his hips spasm again. He grimaces, hardly realizing he'd ejaculated directly onto her beautiful chest. She chuckles at his horrified expression. "S-Sorry...!" he says when he comes back to his senses, studying the pearl necklace he'd just given her. Joy wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, giggling at him.
"You're so cute, baby," she states, standing up and grabbing her shirt to wipe off the cum on her chest. Jungkook is too embarrassed to move, not to mention he feels unexplainably drained by that experience. It was really overwhelming. She grabs her purse hanging with her rain jacket, reaching into it and pulling out a condom. She tears into it with her teeth, approaching him again. She stands between his knees, slipping it onto him. He'd gone a bit soft after the whole ordeal, though he isn't as hypersensitive. She leans back up, he notices her sweats are already lowered, staring at the black lace of her panties. She slips them down her long, smooth legs.
Jungkook swallows again, biting his cheek at the sight. He never thought, in his wildest dreams, that he'd see Joy naked. And yet here she is, entirely nude in front of him in the middle of his apartment. He stares at her bare crotch, hearing her soft giggle. He flushes with embarrassment as she climbs over him. Her hand sinks down between her legs, rubbing herself and spreading the moisture that had undoubtedly started to spread. She grips his shoulder with the other. He stares at her glistening lips, and she takes that as a cue. He resists the urge to startle when her soft, plump lips land on top of his. They both hum harmoniously at the sensation. Soft, delectable smacking noises leave their lips. She opens her mouth, inviting him in. He hesitates, but feels her hand gripping his hair, fingers grazing along the short hairs on the back of his head.
Again, he feels his dick twitch, leaning up and slipping his tongue between her lips to explore her mouth. She moans, and he feels her wet hand pull from herself and land on his toned stomach. She slides it down and reaches between them to grab his stiff member. He groans when she tugs it. A soft moan slips from her, and she parts from him. He leans back in to kiss her, though their moist lips barely graze.
She chuckles, "You can touch me, you know," she assures him, and he realizes how awkward he'd been to not have already done so. She's naked and straddling his lap, making out with him, and he'd barely done more than grip her thigh. Her hand slips from the back of his head toward his hand, and she places it directly onto her plump ass. He can't resist the urge to squeeze it, which makes her moan angelically. She seems a bit surprised by his curious gesture, though amused all the same.
Jungkook watches her guide him toward her entrance, gently tapping it against her soft, hot flesh for a moment. He doesn't anticipate lasting very long.
"Oof," she huffs, sinking down and gripping his shoulders hard. "Y-You're bigger than I thought." Her eyes clamp shut as she moves slowly, sinking down until their crotches meet. Jungkook swallows, feeling the warmth of her silky soft walls closing around him. She grips him hard, and he pulls himself more upright, gripping her thigh comfortingly as she adjusts. After a few concentrated breaths, she settles.
"...Are you okay?" He worries, watching her face soften as the tension dissipates. She smiles at him, bobbing her head.
"It's just been a while," she admits. He nods receptively at that, blinking when her hips rise a bit, just to drop back down on him quite heavily. She must be trying to milk him dry. He winces, gripping her back as she repeats the motion steadily, letting her weight fall right back on top of him.
She curses, bringing her hips closer into him before dropping again. She repeats the grinding motion before sinking back on top of him. Jungkook throws his head back; this woman is going to be the death of him. A buttery moan slips from her lips, and he watches her lids flutter blissfully as she grinds her wet clit into him before dropping again. Their skin makes that crude smacking noise, and he can feel the moisture building around himself.
Joy moans again, seeming to get exasperated as she picks up her pace. She pulls his head into her chest, her breasts jiggling in his face. Jungkook takes them in hand, gently squeezing them. They are really soft, and her nipples are both erect. He circles his thumb around the tip of one of them, and wraps his lips around the other, Joy gasps in surprise, though before he can pull away and make sure he hadn't hurt her, she pulls his head into her breast more. Experimentally, he swirls his tongue around her nipple, hearing her moan a vulgar curse. Her hand grips his knee, and she stops bouncing, instead grinding her pelvis harshly into his. She whimpers out loud, especially as he takes more of her breast into his mouth and sucks on it. He hums in satisfaction, now he can see the appeal. He won't be surprised if he makes a habit of this in the near future.
"Oh shit," she whimpers, gripping his neck. "I'm cumming...!" Her hips start to jerk, but she continues her rhythmic motion to prolong her orgasm. It's quite strong, her walls clench him hard. He winces and resists the urge to release himself.
She pants, and they hug each other. He pulls his face from her breast and leans up to kiss her. She's a bit taken aback by his sudden assertion, but she melts into the kiss anyway. She yelps into his mouth when his hands grip her ass, and he starts to drive her hips into him. Back and forth, he directs her for a minute before lifting his own hips. She gasps, eyes rolling back hard at the sudden jolt. He focuses on that spot, driving his hips up into her again. "Jungkook..." she moans his name, voice dripping with lust. He kisses her lips softly, she seems unable to fully submerge in another make-out session. She keeps crying out at the bliss. He feels her thighs trembling around him.
Jungkook can't help the swell of pride in his chest, and it provokes him to smile at the notion that she's reacting so positively. He squeezes her thigh, feeling her hands brace herself on his body as he picks up his pace. Joy curses against his lips, sinking her face into his neck. "Oh God," she pants. "Fuck me harder."
He feels heat in his gut at that, surprised when she suddenly pulls herself off of him and leans over the arm of his couch. She tucks her hand beneath herself, rubbing her clit desperately. Jungkook leans up, kneeling behind her. It's a bit awkward to properly get his footing at first, but when he sinks back into her it feels just right. She moans out loud, and he stares down at her plump butt. He experimentally pivots his hips into her, watching her butt jiggle.
He grips her waist, noticing the dimples in her back. Their skin slaps when he thrusts again, he tries to search for that spot she craved, and it isn't long before he heard her gasp aloud. She leans up, moaning as he picks up the pace, trying not to get over ambitious and ruin the steady rhythm. With her free hand, she reaches back toward him, as if to pin his body to hers. She lets out a whine in exasperation, groaning as the wet noise builds and persists. Her body jolts with each hard thrust. She mutters about him doing it harder, and he hesitates to do so, but forces his hips into hers with a lot of might. He watches her plump butt as he does so, groaning to himself. She lifts her hips up into him, mouth falling agape as she endures. The arch in her back is deep, and she stops rubbing herself as he continues.
Her hands grip the couch tightly, and he hears her hold her breath, feeling her walls convulse hard around him. She twitches, exhaling roughly as her orgasm causes her body to shudder beneath him. Jungkook grits his teeth, though the hard pulsing around him provokes his release. They both groan in exasperation, he leans over her once he comes back to his senses. He wants to be sure she's okay, as she'd slumped limply onto the cushions.
"Get it out," she whimpers softly, and he complies at once, a bit alarmed.
"Are you okay?" he asks as she pants, watching her flip her body around so that she faces the ceiling. Her eyes are dazed, and she regards him with a soft smile. Her head bobs up at him. Her hand glides up his torso, feeling the definition of his abs that he worked so hard for.
"Do you feel better?" She wonders, and for a moment he furrows his brows to try to make sense of her question, then he remembers that sickly pang that haunted his chest before. It's completely gone, now. The pills never fully made it go away.
He blushes, "Y-Yeah... that helped." She grips his shoulder to pull herself upright, closing her legs.
"Good," she nods, smiling at him. He can't help tearing his gaze away. She cups his cheek, planting a soft kiss on his lips. "Can I take a shower here? I'm all sweaty."
He blinks, but nods. After everything they'd just done he still feels flustered by such things. She giggles and kisses his cheek.
"Feel free to join me," she whispers softly, chuckling when he swallows. He watches her stand up and collect her clothes. His head follows as she disappears down the hall into his bedroom.
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"'Sure'?" Dr. Fitzgerald quotes Jungkook. "What does that mean?"
"Well... we've gotten quite close. It's hard to picture my life without her in it anymore," Jungkook admits.
Fitzgerald raises his thick brows at that. "So it's serious?" He asks for good measure.
Jungkook nods along, "Very."
"So it's safe to say you would call her your girlfriend?" His therapist asks.
Jungkook dithers, but slowly bobs his head, smiling as it sinks in. "...yeah. She's my girlfriend," he admits sheepishly.
His therapist grins at that, "Well I'm glad to hear that, Jungkook. It's good to see you improving. Do you still want me to prescribe you that medication?"
"Well... I guess I don't need it as much as I thought I did." Jungkook mutters.
Fitzgerald nods, "Well, it never hurts to have them just in case. I'll prescribe you a less strong dosage, it should still help you feel better if you need it. So tell me, have you been practicing those social exercises I told you about?"
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"Hey baby," Joy greets, standing on her toes and planting a kiss on Jungkook's lips. She steps back so he can come in and shut his door behind him. "How'd your appointment go?"
"It was good," he nods. "I'm glad to be home, though."
She coos sweetly at that, pulling herself out his arms so Bam can have his turn. He copies Joy, standing on his hind legs to hug him, too. The couple chuckles at his eagerness. "Aww, you missed Daddy, Bam?" Joy swoons.
Jungkook rubs his dog's head affectionately, stepping back so he can get down. "How come you're not dressed?" He wonders, looking at Joy.
She bites her lip, starting to fumble with her fingers. "About that... the restaurant called. They couldn't reach you during your appointment with your phone off, so they called me. Turns out they overbooked for the night."
Jungkook sighs deeply at that, he'd been looking forward to treating her to a night out after his appointment today. "I'm sorry, Kookie. I know you were looking forward to that."
He shrugs, there will be other times. But he'd already ironed his clothes for the occasion, and she'd brought her dress over to change into. No use in forgetting all their efforts. "Maybe we can still do something," he says.
Ninety minutes later, he's carrying two dinner plates to his dining table. Joy gasps at the elegant presentation, "Lamb chops?" She asks, clapping her hands in praise.
Jungkook smiles at her, a bit bashfully. He'd been planning on saving it to cook for her another time for a later date. But now was fitting.
She looks gorgeous in her dress, she'd done her makeup and hair really nice, too. If anyone were to look at him from his balcony window, they'd wonder why they're dressed so extravagantly just to have dinner in his dining room.
He tosses his apron onto one of his dining chairs and joins her at the table. She swoons at how good his food tastes, smiling sweetly at him. "I think I like this better," she admits. "Beats a dark restaurant and pompous patrons."
Jungkook chuckles, "Champagne or wine?"
Her brows rise at his offer, "Um... wine?"
He smiles, having known she'd say that. He wipes his mouth with his napkin and heads over to his laundry room. Joy beams at the large, expensive bottle he cradles in his hands. "Is that what that was? I couldn't figure out why it was there for the life of me."
"I was saving it to drink with you," he says, grabbing her glass to pour in some white wine for her. She smiles, her pretty button nose scrunching a bit at his words.
"You are just the sweetest," she swoons, taking her glass and raising it to clink his. They both gingerly take a sip of the new wine, humming in unison at the sweet taste.
"Better than I thought," he admits. "Can't say it's the best thing I've tasted though."
He watches her plump lips purse, "No, don't be hard on yourself, Kookie, it's wonderful. All of it is. Thank you for dinner, I wouldn't have any other way."
He smiles at that, her slender hand reaching for his on the table. Her thumb gently traces the veins beneath his tattooed skin. "Thanks Joy."
She nods and hums, taking another, longer drink. She'd surely get a buzz sooner rather than later. "So what is?"
"What's what?"
"'The best thing you've ever tasted'," she says in a teasing tone, resting her chin in her hand as she looks at him.
Jungkook's tongue pokes his cheek as he tries to determine something to tell her. A lightbulb seems to light up over his head, though. She waits patiently for his answer, like she always does. "...I could show you," he starts.
Joy perks up, not picking up on his leading tone yet. They both cleared their plates anyway, so he stands up and she follows suit. Though before she can move, he pulls her chair away and turns her toward him, trapping her between his body and his dining table. Joy blinks in surprise, forced to sit with the tables edge pushing into her body. "Kookie..." she starts softly.
His eyes trail down her figure, her full breasts just barely poking from her dress. The slit up her thigh. He lets his hands travel up them, not caring about the crinkling of her dress.
She grips his neck as he leans into her, capturing her lips with his. God, she tastes good. The nectar-y taste of the wine having washed away any trace of their dinner. The taste is addicting, he can't help but to keep capturing her lips with his. She softly moans into his mouth.
Jungkook pulls away for air, gripping her back and starting to unbutton his pants and tug his fly down. Joy blinks, jumping when he shoves their plates further away and having her lean back some more.
He reaches up her skirt, and she jumps when his hand lands directly on her bare skin. He bites back a sultry smirk, she hasn't put on any panties for the occasion. He lifts her skirt, feeling her curl her legs around him, her heels pressing into the backs of his thighs.
Her soft thighs hug his waist, pulling him into her as close as physically possible. She grips his hair, kissing him deeply as he frees himself, wasting no time sinking into her. She gasps, throwing her head back at the intrusion. "Jungkook...!" She cries softly.
The dining table—once neatly dressed—was in complete disarray by the time he'd finished pounding her into next week. Though after her third orgasm, he wasn't quite done with her, yet. She whimpers when he lifts her up off the table, wrapping her long, quivering legs around his waist and carrying her to his bed. He didn't bother shutting the door, laying her down and slipping her elegant dress off.
Jungkook wakes to an email from his landlord about a noise complaint. He feels a bit embarrassed, though when she peeks at it over his shoulder, Joy finds it quite humorous. He can't help the small sense of pride he feels to have made her scream as much as she did.
He leaves Joy to shower and feed Bam while he goes to collect his mail downstairs. They'd woken up quite early, so he certainly hadn't expected to see his neighbor already at his mail locker, right next to Jungkook's.
He does his best to avoid his attention, though his neighbor speaks up. "JK... busy night, huh?"
Jungkook tries not to blush, blowing it off with a shrug. "You could say that."
🌺 Hope y'all enjoyed this one! Let me know what y'all think!
I’ve been meaning to post this for a while! It’s my AMBW One-Shots (etc.) series! I post these excerpts on Wattpad all the time, but I feel
