#evilkookie

Jin:

“Why do you want to visit Romania again?” Jin asked as he stared at the online tickets. 

“Uh, you’re visiting, I was born there,” you sheepishly responded, forgetting that you never mentioned your place of birth. 

“Wait, what?” Jin’s head shot in your direction, “I thought you said you were born in Canada?” 

“No, I said I am Canadian, but not that I was born there,” you stated matter-of-factly, 

“I feel so lied to,” Jin clutched his chest, and exclaimed dramatically, “how could you betray me like so?” 

“You done?” you rolled your eyes at him.

Yoongi: 

It came as no surprise to Yoongi that you were bilingual. You already told him you were half Romanian and half Canadian, so he suspected as much. 

So every now and then you would help him to learn English better while occasionally adding in lessons for Romanian. 

“How do you say, ‘Yoongi is a genius,’ in Romanian again?” 

You couldn’t help but smile and repeat the words for him, earning you a satisfied smirk. 

“I can never get used to hearing you speak so beautifully.” 

Hoseok: 

You were with Hoseok in a downtown bakery when a couple speaking Romanian walked pass and made a snide comment about your outfit. 

Your ears did pick up the nasty comment, so you turned around and told off the couple in Romanian. Hoseok stood there bewildered until you took his hand and left the bakery.

“Did you just speak another language?” Hoseok asked once you pulled him outside. 

You explained to him how you were born in Romania and the short exchange you had with the rude couple.

“Wow you really said that to them? Let’s go back I wanna say something too.”

Jimin: 

Jimin had been talking about meeting your parents for a while now. However, you were reluctant to tell him that they were from Romania, not Canada. 

“My English has improved a lot over the years, communication won’t be a problem,” 

“Babe, they speak Romanian, not English,” 

“Okay well now I see the problem,” Jimin said a bit defeated. Nonetheless, Jimin used this stumbling block as a stepping stone. He asked you to teach him Romanian, being open to know more about you. 

“Baby, I’m willing to learn for you. I will do whatever it takes to be closer with you.” 

Taehyung: 

“Huh?”

You started to explain your nationality to Taehyung who was at first confused but then astonished. 

He sat across from you, fist supporting his head as he stared with that intimidating look of his. It was starting to make you sweat. 

“Tae, stop looking at me like that, it’s making me nervous” 

“Keep talking my love, I’m listening.” 

Jungkook: 

“So, you’re not a vampire?” 

“You’re not funny at all,” you said with a straight face. 

“Ah, I kid, I kid,” Jungkook cupped your face, chuckling at your fake disinterested look, “But do you know any vampires? Is Twilight real?” 

“Okay we’re done talking now,” you slipped from his hold and walked away. 

“Wait! (Y/N)! I need answers!” 

Unsure of what came over Jungkook, you natheless contently welcomed the way his redolent aroma engulfed your senses. His lips greeted yours in an instant, pushing you further upon the stiff wall. Like in a rush, he bruised your lips red as his large hands gripped the bare flesh of the back of your thighs and hoisted you up, grinding on your clothed core once your feet left the solid ground.

You held on his burly shoulders for purchase, moaning into his mouth when his tongue met yours, circulating and sucking keenly. His movements never stopped, only going harder with more turned on he got. The cotton fabric of his pants doing nothing to conceal his ardent print, the outline nudging tauntingly against your shorts.

"Mmm, Jungkook," you swiveled your head to the side to detach his lips from yours. Still, his desperate mouth pecked sultry kisses from your jaw to your more exposed neck, taking your soft skin between his teeth and forming his own beautiful bruises.

"Yes, baby?" he breathed into you, momentarily disconnecting his lips from you to reply before pursuing to lap up on the spot where your neck connects with your collarbone. A spot that is so sensitive you shutter.

"I want you," you begged, pulling him in closer, "inside me, please."

Jungkook's cock, sure enough, twitched in his pants. He hissed out a curse and apprised you to clasp your legs around him. You did as told, locking your ankles behind his lithe waist.

You removed one hand that gripped his shirt to sweep the long curls that barely covered his face out the way, wanting to take in how dashing he looked under the shaded area. Only the light of the sun crept up at the edge of the corner and provided all the lighting you needed.

One solid hold on you, Jungkook managed to use his other hand to yank his sweats past his hips, his cock rising freely to press against his stomach. And with that same hand, Jungkook strained your loose pants to the side, panties along with it and started to ground his naked length against your unclad slit.

He needed you to be wetter, to soak his dick before he puts it in. But you were already aching for him and it showed in the clear sheen of your folds daubing the underside of his hard-on.

You were whining now, bucking your hips in rhythm with his. Each time his length would lightly graze your clit, the simulation would last for a blurry second, only giving you a short shot of electricity until it vanishes again.

Skin burning with arousal flowing through your veins, you got peevish with this type of teasing, like his keenness to be sheathed inside you transgressed into an urge to be taunting.

"Want me to fuck you, hmm?"

As if you weren't just begging, his question was a warm flurry of goading covered in smugness and you weren't sure if he was being rhetorical or not.

He gazed at you through half-lidded eyes and a very evident smirk on his pink lips. Feeling a bit coy, you shook your head in affirmation but Jungkook's ego wanted to inflate itself.

"Want me deep inside that tight cunt of yours?" He punctuated each word with a distinct force on your core and you hummed in approval.

"Fuck, Jungkook, yes." you whisper-yelled, howbeit mindful of that fact anyone in close enough range could accidentally overhear you two.

Complacent with how you were dripping in pure desperation for him, Jungkook grasped the base of his girthy cock and lined it up to your entrance before shoving it all in at once.

Your eyes twisted shut in rapture, head lolling further back as he stuffed you to the brim. Mouth falling agape, an amatory sigh cascading from your lips before being covered abruptly by Jungkook's cushion-like lips. He swallowed your moans, the head of his cock prodding at your cervix until he retracted his hips, only to ram in and out of you at a brutally luscious pace.

The mere forceful thrust of his hips was so brutish, you were sobbing into his mouth and Jungkook's wet cavern trailed sloppy, deep-seated kisses to your jawline and halted until his lips found the shell of your ear. "I'm going to need you to be quieter, yeah?" he breathes out a purr, shifting in his stance so that he could press more into you.

The black shirt he wore so perfectly was bunched up, his smooth v-line showed and you would see it if your heavy eyes weren't clouded with refined bliss.

You didn't answer, too focused on the gratifying release that was accumulating steadily within you. Jungkook's long lunges transformed into shorter strokes, pulling out no more than an inch before driving forward again. His pelvis simulated your clit as he did this and at this point, you were delirious with pleasure, unable to retain your loud cries from echoing. "Hngh-- fuck!"

While one hand dug into your bare thigh, the other veered to clasp a firm grip on your throat. "Baby, you're being too fucking loud," he growled as he applies satisfying pressure on your pulse. "Don't make me shut you up."

You were panting, heart thumping in your chest as your hands tangled themselves into his soft locks and in spite of Jungkook telling you to stay quiet, he put no effort to help you do so by the way he pounded into you mercilessly.

Jungkook withdrew his head and drank in your lewd mien. Perspiration coating your body with your glossy orbs rolling to the back of your head-- he cursed at how stunningly lustful you looked. Too caught up in how good he stretched your walls, you didn't notice the pressure that lightly restricted your airflow had disappeared and was applied to your flushed cheeks. His thumb on one cheek and the rest of his slender fingers on the other. He roughly compressed your face, coercing your tongue to stick out to which he fervently sucked into his mouth, whirling the velvety muscle with yours like you tasted so sweet.

A coiling burn, rigid in the pit of your stomach. You were gonna come and you didn't even need to inform Jungkook, he already knew from how you kept clenching sporadically around him. It made his balls tighten, his release approaching as well.

He then released your wet tongue with a string of saliva connecting from him to you. Swiftly, he stuck two digits into your mouth and your orgasm rippled through you in feverish waves. You whimpered on his fingers that were reaching down your throat, muffling your sounds and he politely rocked into you slowly, dragging out your high pleasingly.

Not long, he garnered up his speed with messy movements, groans reverberating from deep within his chest. "Gonna-- mmm--- fill you up so good baby,"

You mewled on his digits once again, the grip you had on his silk roots now taut and you contracted around him, beckoning him to paint your walls white.

"And take all my cum like a good girl." With one last buck of his hips, he was cumming inside you. Your pussy gladly accepting the huge spurts of his warm load, milking him to his final drop.

He gingerly pulled his dick out and his gaze dropped down to watch his sticky cum leak out and stain your pants in the process. A cocky expression etched on his features as he looks at his masterpiece. "God, you look so fucking perverted."

You yanked his fingers out your mouth and wiped the smear of your spit off your face, his comment suddenly making you even hotter. "Don't say it like that..."

Jungkook assisted you to your feet and you both adjusted your clothes and if it weren't for how sweaty and fucked out you two looked, you might have casually left the scene without any suspicion.

Since you’ve been in that hospital bed, you couldn't use the bathroom by yourself which was killing you. 

After you were done, you changed into a fresh hoodie and shorts. You sat on your bed, feeling tired of walking - or more of limping since you chose not to use crutches. A sigh left your lips as you examined your room. Quite plain actually. 

Most of the decorations were hung up pictures on the walls and on your dresser were similar picture frames. Walls colored like a grey-blue sky after a rain shower, rugs matching alongside it. Your sheets were the softest of cotton you ever felt under your fingers. 

You wanted to sit there and relax your mind, but instead, all you could think about were your memories from when you first woke up. Not recognizing the people you called your family and friends made you feel vain. How could you forget the people that mattered so much to you? Even though it wasn’t your fault, you still felt accountable. 

You couldn’t remember what it was that put you in that hospital bed, but at this point of alleviation, did it really matter? Actually, yes it did, very much. Whatever it was, it made you lose such precious memories. 

“Hey, sis, want me to make you a snack?” Two knocks followed by a soft voice said from the slight opening of your door. 

“Uhm, sure.” You answered, looking up to the face you called your brother. Jin half smiled and fully shut your door. 

You laid back to go in your deep, depressing thought once again. Then you noticed something about your pictures. Most of them had that guy you almost called daddy. 

It would have been really embarrassing if you finished that sentence. Considering you were about to call someone ‘daddy’ in front of your moms. The conversation that would have potentially followed after would not be something you would want to sit through. 

You shook away the thoughts of your parents giving you a scarring talk. Alternatively, you decided to focus on your ceiling. There wasn’t anything special about it. 

It was just how your eyes acted on their own and scrutinized the chipped grey lines that faintly decorated the white ceiling in a queer manner. Something was off. As you were laying with your back pressed to your congenial mattress, the pulling sensation of something missing kept bothering you. 

It was a bit irritating to feel like something was gone and you didn't even know what it was. All of this would probably sound silly to someone who has never been in such a predicament. Lucky them. 

 Lights. Bright. Then dim. Bright. Then dim. 

Your eyes burned from the pattern in front of you, but they were also stained in clear liquid. You wanted to wipe your eyes, but your hands were stuck, bound to the wheel of leather in front of you. 

Bright. Dim. Bright. Dim. Bright. Dim. 

This repetitive, blinding light was relentless. Not giving you a chance to catch your breath. Sobs echoed inside what you presumed to be your car. You yanked, pushed, pulled. Anything to remove yourself from this position. 

Bright. Dim. Bright. Dim. Bright. Dim. 

As much as you tried to scream, only a silent almost sinister ringing reverberated inside the car and muffed your cries. When the light shone brighter, white noise filled your senses and you woke up soaked. 

You choked out, your hands gripping the damp clothing around your body. The beats of sweat that rested all around your forehead made you uncomfortable, so you removed your over-sized nightshirt. It helped you to cool down a bit, but you knew it was not enough to put you back to sleep. Not that you wanted to. Especially after that dream, whatever it was. 

Kicking the covers off, you lifted yourself from your bed and made your way downstairs. It was a struggle to try limp without causing too much noise. You absentmindedly found yourself opening the doors to your fridge. 

You blinked back when the refrigerator's light escaped. Short clips of your dream flashed through your mind, but only lasted for a few seconds. To say you had trouble remembering anything sounded like an understatement. 

After you proceeded to snag the last pack of strawberries and a bottle of water, you slipped back into your bedroom to relish your midnight snack. Although you would also want to savor some cookies, you abstained. It was for the better since you were still in the process of healing internally just as externally. 

Ding! Ding!

You whipped your head in the direction where your notification sounded off. Once you were finished debating whether or not to pick up your phone, you went with your first option. 

The screen was darkened, just how you liked it. There was a message from a group. 

Sent to ‘Golden Gang’

TaeTae: we still going for the week?                                                 

‘TaeTae?’ You thought in question. It only could be Taehyung of course. 

As you scrolled to read more, your phone kept blaring off, meaning they were currently awake. The more you read, the more you fathom about your ‘clique’. Yoongi and Jimin were obviously together but won’t say so. In all honesty, this was a crackhead group. Almost everyone used memes to communicate and you couldn’t help but laugh. 

They were the exact type of friends you always wanted. Before you knew it, you were wiping your face. You didn’t know why you were emotional and started to cry. 

Could it be how you forgot the majority of your life hours ago? and if it weren’t for a miracle, you could have lost everyone...

Sucking back up the tears that were threatening to spill, you scrolled down to the recent messages. 

Sent to ‘Golden Gang’ 

Min-Min: oOoOO i cant wait til friday

Ji-baby: same

Ji-baby: im probably gonnA sleep the entire time tho lol

Chiminie: ha same