#dou asks

“No, we’re calling a taxi,” you reply, handing Jungkook his scarf. “Dad, I’m nineteen. I’m not going to drive drunk.”

“I know. But you can’t blame your old man for still worrying. You’re miles away, and it’s our first Christmas apart.” Your father sighs before Kangsoo pops into view, waving.

You understand your dad’s nervousness. You spent nineteen years in Busan with him, and though he didn’t stop you from moving, you know he misses having you there.

“Where’s Kookie?” your little brother asks. You turn the camera to Jungkook, who’s packing bottles into a bag. He waves at Kangsoo.

“What am I getting this year?” Kangsoo grins, his eyes shining.

“You’ll find out tomorrow.” Jungkook laughs, placing a hand on your knee as he leans toward the camera. “Junghyun’s delivering it.”

Kangsoo, seven years old, has come to expect presents from Jungkook every year since you two started dating. This year, because you’re not in Busan, Jungkook sent the money to his brother to buy the gifts. Kangsoo stopped believing in Santa when your father drunkenly knocked over the Christmas tree one year, and he saw him lying tangled in the lights, presents scattered around him.

“Is it a phone?” Kangsoo asks, excitement in his voice.

“No phone until you’re twelve,” you scold, making the two men laugh. “You’ll see. And don’t forget to thank Kook.”

“Alright, kids,” your father sighs. “You should head to your party. We’re late to your uncle’s.”

“Okay, I’ll call you tomorrow, Dad. Have a great Christmas.” You smile as your dad blows you a kiss before ending the call.

You sit for a moment, staring at the dark screen, before Jungkook gently takes the phone from your hand and tilts his head to meet your eyes.

“Hey, they’ll be fine,” he whispers. You take a deep breath, nodding.

“I know... It’s just weird not being with them.”

Jungkook hums softly, cupping your face in his hands.

“Don’t worry, baby. We’ll be with them next year, I promise.” He kisses your forehead gently. “Come on, let’s go. The party’s probably already started.”

Yoongi doesn’t usually have big parties, so you’re surprised to see so many people when you and Jungkook arrive. After handing over the bottle of champagne, Jungkook grabs two beers for you both. Except for Yoongi, Jimin, and Hyesun, most of the people are strangers to you. You sigh, resting your chin on Jungkook’s shoulder as he chats with Jimin. Your arms are tucked under his shirt, warming your hands against his stomach. He doesn’t mind—he never does.

“You should’ve seen her face,” Jimin says, taking a sip of his beer. “She kept asking for it, again and again.”

You let out a sarcastic chuckle at his story about one of his encounters.

“You know, Jiminie, if a girl has to ask again and again, you didn’t do a good job the first time,” you reply. He opens his mouth to retort, then shuts it. Jungkook bursts out laughing.

“Oh, so Jungkook can do better?” Jimin shoots back, his ego bruised. “He lost his virginity just last year.”

“Uh—what? Why are you targeting me? You’ve got beef with my girl, not me!” Jungkook protests, and you arch a brow at Jimin’s words.

“First of all, it’s just an observation,” you chuckle. “And secondly, believe me, I don’t need to beg for an orgasm.” Jungkook smirks proudly.

Hyesun steps into the circle at that moment and immediately scrunches her nose.

“Oh my god, wrong timing,” she groans, making you laugh. “I’m here to tell you we’re doing tequila shots over there.”

You all look over to see Yoongi pouring shots while a friend adds lemon slices to each glass. Your eyes find Jungkook’s, and he gives you a kiss on the temple before guiding you to the drinks.

“We’re not getting home sober, huh?” you say, standing in front of the drinks. Jungkook wraps an arm around your shoulders, playfully scrunching his nose.

You don’t remember how many tequila shots you’ve had. Every time you thought it was over, Yoongi pulled out another bottle from his cupboard. All you remember is Hyesun dragging you into the middle of the living room to dance with her and the other guests. Jungkook stayed behind, next to the counter. He doesn’t drink much—one of you has to keep a clear head to get home.

Your eyes find Jungkook again during the party, just in time to see him pulled into a hug—a warm, tight hug. At least on her part. Jungkook has one hand on his beer and the other patting her awkwardly between the shoulder blades. And even though you trust your boyfriend completely, you never like seeing another girl getting too close to him. Maybe it’s insecurity, because deep down, you feel like he’s way too good to be with you. The alcohol makes you bolder as you walk toward them.

“I never thought I’d find you here, Kookie!” she says excitedly, stepping back, though her hand remains on his arm. “When did the Busan boy arrive in the big city?”

“Yeah…” He laughs awkwardly. “I moved to Seoul a few months ago.”

You stop a few meters away, not wanting to embarrass Jungkook if she’s just a friend. But you still don’t like how she keeps touching him.

“Really? We should follow each other on Instagram and set up a coffee date,” she suggests, and you frown. Why does she want a coffee date with your boyfriend? “Like old times.”

“Ah... haha... yeah, well, I don’t have Instagram,” Jungkook replies, and you bite your tongue as she rubs his arm. He doesn’t seem to notice her gesture, but you do.

“Someone’s jealous?” Yoongi asks, his head popping up behind your shoulder with a smirk. You roll your eyes and lean against the wall, folding your arms across your chest.

“I’m not jealous,” you mumble, and Yoongi nods, sipping his whiskey. His sharp eyes follow yours to where the two ‘old friends’ are standing.

“Really? I swear you’re turning green right now,” Yoongi smirks, and you chew the inside of your cheek.

“Who’s that girl, anyway?”

“Sohee. She came with one of my friends,” he says. “Small world, huh?”

“Small enough for her to be practically sitting on Jungkook’s lap,” you observe, noticing the lack of space between their bodies.

Yoongi chuckles, shaking his head. He finds it amusing how both you and Jungkook can still get jealous, even though everyone knows you only have eyes for each other.

“As long as you don’t kill her,” Yoongi jokes, arching a brow. The idea is tempting—at least breaking the hand that keeps rubbing your boyfriend’s back. “Nabi, if you’re about to throw hands, I don’t care. It’s kinda hot, two girls fighting, but not in my apartment.”

You give Yoongi a look and roll your eyes.

“I’m not going to fight her just because she’s talking to Jungkook.”

“More like whispering in his ear,” Yoongi teases, and you immediately glance back at them. Jungkook is leaning slightly to listen to her, her left hand on his shoulder and the other on his chest.

Yoongi laughs when you straighten up and march over, sliding between them to create a barrier. The girl looks surprised as you offer her a smile, your arm wrapping possessively around Jungkook’s waist.

"Oh, hi." Jungkook smiles, before kissing your forehead. "Sohee, this is my girlfriend, Y/N. Baby, this is Sohee. She was at school with us."

"The first girlfriend," Sohee jokes, offering you her hand. You poke the inside of your cheek with your tongue, a habit you picked up from Jungkook, feeling annoyed by her comment.

"The last," you reply, and she simply chuckles. You know it’s childish, but screw it. You’re tipsy and a little upset. She’s the whole popular high-school-girl starter pack, and Jungkook always liked pretty girls. You’re not surprised she’s his ex.

"You really have a type," she says, turning to Jungkook. "We kinda look alike."

Hell no, you want to shout, but you stay silent when you feel Jungkook softly squeeze your hip, like he can read your mind.

"Kookie and I have known each other since we were twelve," Sohee says, turning her attention to you. You force a smile. "I'm surprised you never heard about me."

"Yeah, no, never heard your name before today," you reply, as Jungkook closes his eyes and sighs. It’s a lie. You do know her. Jungkook told you he had a girlfriend before you, that it lasted six months, and that he thought he was in love with her. But in reality, he just liked her as a friend. He tried to force himself to fall for her, but it never worked.

Not like what you two have. He knew from the start he was interested in you, slowly fell for you, and every day, you keep learning how to love each other more.

"We had so many good memories together," she adds, tilting her head, her eyes lingering on Jungkook. You chuckle humorlessly, trying not to get drawn into her game. You’ve dealt with girls like her before. Ever since you started dating Jungkook, there’s been a line of them trying to rile you up with vague memories or false claims.

"I'm sure you do," you say simply, as Jungkook takes a deep breath and finishes his beer.

"I asked him for his social media so we could grab coffee. I hope you don’t mind," she smiles as Jungkook gently rubs your back. Sohee turns to Jungkook with a smirk. "Do you remember that time in Daeun’s closet?" she asks, and you know you have to walk away before she crosses the line.

"Yeah," Jungkook hums quietly. "But that’s the past. Let’s leave it there."

"Oh, come on, it was so fun," Sohee giggles, playfully slapping his arm before turning her attention to you. "I don’t know if it’s still the case, but he used to get so easily flustered. Just a brush of fingers and boom."

"Sohee," Jungkook says more firmly. "It’s disrespectful to talk about our past like that in front of my girlfriend. We were fifteen or sixteen. Get over it."

"If she’s your girlfriend, she already knows that story," Sohee says, turning to you. Her words hit you hard, and your grip tightens on Jungkook’s sweatshirt. It’s stupid to be upset over an old story, but she knows how to get under your skin. "Do you?"

"Yeah," you lie, even though you have no idea what she’s talking about. "I don’t know what game you’re playing, but grow up."

You grab your handbag from the chair behind Jungkook as he shakes his head at Sohee. He follows you, picking up both of your coats and his scarf. You wave goodbye to Yoongi and step outside the apartment, walking silently toward the elevator. You both put on your coats as you wait. Jungkook knows you well, and he can sense an argument brewing.

"What happened in Daeun’s closet?" you ask quietly as the elevator doors open. "And why were you even at her house? I thought you weren’t friends with Daeun."

Stepping outside the building, you wait for his answer.

"It’s... fuck," he groans, running a hand over his face. "She wasn’t my friend. She was Sohee’s."

You let out a dry chuckle, shoving your hands into your coat pockets. Neither of you has called for a taxi—you both know this needs to be dealt with first.

"It was four years ago," Jungkook sighs, clearly frustrated. "We were teens."

"Jungkook."

"Are we really going to argue on Christmas Eve?" he asks, and you nod, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

"When you make me look stupid in front of your ex? Yes." You cross your arms as Jungkook throws his head back, exhaling loudly, his breath visible in the cold night air. "I thought we told each other everything?"

"Fucking hell, Y/N," Jungkook snaps, turning to you. "You’re acting like I’m cheating on you with her!"

"Then why is it so hard to tell me?" you raise your voice. "What, did you fuck her in that closet?"

"No! Oh my god. You’re drunk. Let’s talk about this at home." He sighs, stepping closer to take your hand, but you shake your head and take a step back.

"Are you serious right now?"

"Dead serious," you retort, biting the inside of your cheeks while he pokes his own cheek with his tongue. "And I’m barely tipsy."

Jungkook takes a step back, rubbing his face in frustration.

"I fingered her!" he shouts, causing a few people passing by to turn and stare. But he doesn’t care—he’s too annoyed and just wants to go home. "Happy now?"

You scoff, pulling out your phone to call a taxi. When it arrives a few minutes later, you both get in. The ride home is silent. You’re angry at him, and he’s upset with you. Normally, you’d be almost cuddling in the back seat, but now you sit on opposite sides, staring out the windows. When the taxi stops in front of your building, you don’t wait for him to get out. Instead, you leave him to handle the payment.

“Asshole,” you mutter, kicking off your boots as you head straight to the bedroom.

He joins you a few minutes later, still silent. Without a word, he puts his coat back in the closet and retreats to the living room. You know this needs to be resolved before you can sleep. Taking a deep breath, you step out of the bedroom and find him in the kitchen. Grabbing a bottle of whiskey, you pour yourself a drink. Even standing next to each other, the silence feels deafening.

“You fingered her?” you ask, repeating his earlier words. He sighs.

“Yes.”

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“I don’t even understand why you’re upset about it,” Jungkook replies. You close your eyes, resisting the urge to snap. Instead, you down your drink and pour another.

“I don’t care where your fingers were before we were together. I’m upset because you said you didn’t do anything before me,” you respond, watching as he finishes his glass and pours himself a fresh one.

“This fight is stupid,” he mutters.

“I need you to cooperate, or one of us is sleeping on the couch,” you warn.

“I don’t want that,” Jungkook groans, turning toward you.

“I don’t want that either,” you retort. “It’s not about what you did, Kook. You told me nothing happened with your ex except kissing. When we first slept together, you said I was your first, just like you were mine. I don’t care if you had a girlfriend or if you pleased her before me. It’s the lie I can’t stand. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because—fuck—I didn’t want you to think I was some fuckboy who went around touching every girl he could. I really loved you, and I was scared you’d think less of me or feel grossed out if I had more experience than you. You were already intimidated when we first kissed because I had a girlfriend before. I just wanted you to feel comfortable with me,” Jungkook explains. His honesty softens your expression.

“I would never be disgusted by you. I love you the same, no matter what,” you say, your hand finding his. A small smile spreads across his lips as he intertwines his fingers with yours and kisses the back of your hand.

“I love you too,” he whispers against your skin.

“You’re too sweet to be a fuckboy,” you tease, making him roll his eyes. “Fuckboys don’t like Hello Kitty.”

“Shut up,” Jungkook chuckles, nudging your shoulder playfully.

“So, what happened?” you ask, now that the tension has dissipated.

“Oh god… It was so dumb. I was young and horny. We wanted to feel close, so we went into this closet. She started touching me, and, well, you know me,” he says sheepishly.

“Hm,” you hum, a small smile playing on your lips as you lean against the counter.

“I got hard, and I wanted to make her feel good too. It was awkward—I had no idea where to put my fingers. When she asked me to put them in, I just did it. We ended up masturbating each other, and then she wanted to have sex in that closet. But I said I wanted my first time to be romantic. She got mad and called me a faggot.” He scrunches his nose in distaste, and you chuckle softly.

“What a bitch,” you reply, wrapping your arms around his waist. He hums, leaning down to kiss you as his hands gently cradle your face.

“Thank god I didn’t waste my first time on her,” he murmurs against your mouth.

“Thank god,” you echo playfully, standing on your toes to kiss him again. “Thank you for telling me.”

“That was the only thing I was hiding from you, I swear,” Jungkook says with a playful grin.

“Since we’re confessing things…” You trail off, nerves making you laugh softly. Jungkook freezes, a flicker of worry crossing his face.

“When we were sixteen… I—” you laugh nervously again, “I touched myself thinking about you.”

“Fuck—what?” he gasps.

 “Yeah… I started to like you and I just –it just happened.”

“That’s hot. Did you come?”

“Kook!” you exclaim, laughing as you push him away, but his expression is deadly serious. “Yes…” you admit, your voice barely a whisper.

“Shit.” Jungkook breathes, your eyes fall on his bulge and you let out another stupid giggle, blaming it on the alcohol.

“Are you really hard from that?”

“I was hard the moment you said you love me.” he admits, abandoning his drink to cup your face and press his lips to yours. “It just helped to get me rock hard.” he adds, guiding you toward the couch as you giggle again.

Once your legs hit the couch, you fall onto it, propping yourself on your elbows as he pulls off his sweatshirt and tosses it somewhere in the living room.

“So, what’s the plan?” you tease, letting your foot trail up his leg before pressing it purposefully against his arousal. He groans, grabbing your foot and kissing your ankle before releasing it.

“The plan?” Jungkook echoes, unbuckling his belt with a smirk. “I’m going to eat that pussy and fuck you senseless. You won’t even have to beg.”

“Are you seriously thinking about Jimin right now?” you laugh as he helps you remove your pants, his lips peppering kisses along your inner thighs. He smirks before nuzzling his nose against your panties, right where your clit is.

“Shit, Kook.”

“You know I love when you praise me,” he murmurs, sliding off your panties and spreading your legs to get a better view of your wet center. “Fuck, when you bit back at him earlier, I knew I was going to eat you alive as soon as we got home,” he whispers before burying his face between your legs.

Your back arches as your hand tangles in his hair. His tongue begins collecting your wetness, then his lips close around your bundle of nerves, drawing a moan from you. Your legs instinctively close around his head, but Jungkook knows exactly how to keep you on the edge of control.

“Don’t move,” he laughs, lifting your legs to press them against your chest. His tongue strokes your sensitive clit while two fingers join in, sliding in easily and thrusting deep. He holds your legs in place with one hand, ensuring you can't squirm away.

“One or two?” he asks.

“One,” you gasp breathlessly. “I can’t handle two.”

“Yes, you can,” he says with a grin before returning to his work.

“No, Kook,” you whimper, pushing his head gently away. “If I don’t have you in me right now, I’ll die.”

“Dramatic,” he chuckles, getting to his knees.

Jungkook frees his cock as you spread your legs wider. Your eyes meet his as he strokes himself slowly, his gaze never leaving yours. He teasingly taps his tip against your clit, drawing a frustrated groan from you.

“You’re so annoying,” you groan, rolling your eyes. “Can’t you just—fuck,” you moan as he thrusts into you in one smooth motion, a smug smile curling his lips.

“What were you saying?” he asks with a grin, his hips moving slowly at first.

As his pace quickens, you find yourself clenching around him involuntarily, squeezing him tightly.

“Fuck, Y/N, I won’t last if you keep doing that,” he whispers, burying his head in your neck and peppering your skin with kisses.

“I’m about to come,” you warn, and he immediately lifts his head to look at you.

“Really? Fuck,” Jungkook groans, his free hand sliding between your bodies to circle your clit. “Come for me, baby. I want to feel you before I finish.”

“Shit—don’t say things like that,” you complain, but your body betrays you, muscles clenching as your orgasm overtakes you. His dirty talk always pushes you over the edge; he knows exactly what to say without sounding cringy.

A few more thrusts, and your body spasms, squeezing his cock as you climax. As always, you’re the first to come—Jungkook never lets himself finish until you do. Pressing your forehead against his shoulder, you breathe heavily while he continues to thrust, his movements growing more erratic. Then he freezes, his body tensing as he empties himself inside you.

Birth control is a wonderful invention, you think, as you relish the warmth and the strange but satisfying sensation of being filled. Jungkook sighs as he comes down from his high, collapsing onto you without pulling out.

“Fuck,” he says with a contented smile, lifting his head just enough to kiss you. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you reply, cupping his face to deepen the kiss. He shifts slightly, adjusting to look at you without breaking your connection.

“It’s midnight,” you murmur.

“Merry Christmas, baby,” he whispers against your lips, his fingers tracing your jaw.

“Merry Christmas, Kook.”

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