#fooled again

"Baby?"

"Huh?" my focus goes back to my boyfriend Nate who sits across from me, a little wary of my lack of focus, "I'm sorry, what did you say?"

"I was asking if you wanted to go out with my friends and I tomorrow night? There's this club we've been meaning to go to and I wanted to use it as a chance to show off my girl," he smiles, taking the hand that's resting on the picnic table and lacing our fingers together.

"Oh, sure. What club?" I ask, wanting to seem interested...which I am...it's just the sight right behind him is a little distracting.

Jungkook is leaning up against his bike with a few girls taking to him, one resting a hand on her bicep as a "friendly" gesture that we all know is her way of wanting to stake her claim.

He doesn't mind the attention, in fact he seems to be enjoying it, but from the way his eyes have been flickering over to me every time mine drift to him I can't help but think he's doing it to make me je-

No, no that's ridiculous!

He's just making sure I'm not doing anything worth stopping.

He's always hated Nate.

Told me he was no good and that he was just playing with me.

But Nates a nice guy.

Always kind and respectful.

Taking things at my speed and carefully ushering me out of my comfort zone.

I honestly have no clue how I ended up with him.

He was the TA in a few of my classes last semester and someday he just came up and asked for my number.

Guys don't usually do that because my brother, Jimin along with his other friends have made it very clear to everyone on our college campus that I'm not to be played with.

Nate just somehow made the cut.

Jungkook though, has been against him since the very beginning.

Said I'm too young to be dating someone that much older than me.

And he does have a point

A freshman dating a grad student isn't seen as the most conventional paring, but it ended up working out for us.

"You feeling alright?" Nate asks, having to drag my attention away from Jungkook...again, but thankfully, he hasn't noticed who exactly has been taking my attention off of him.

"I think I'm just a little tired," I explain. A fair excuse since I had just finished up my last lecture before he asked me if I wanted to spend some time with him.

I thought I wanted to...but my mind is just somewhere else...on someone else.

"I think I'm gonna turn in for the night. Mr. Peters was droning on a little too long so I think my brain is just screaming for some downtime," he nods and gets up when I start to get my stuff together.

"Let me walk you home," he offers but before we can even take our first steps one of his friends calls out to him.

"It's okay, you go," I nod their way, his eyes going from me to them a few times.

"You sure? I can just come back later."

"I can manage," I assure him and after a beat or two he nods.

"Okay, but text me when you get home," he argues, with me nodding in response, placing a kiss on his cheek as my farewell.

"What time should I be ready tomorrow?"

"Does eight work? We'll probably pregame at one of the guy's houses and then head out around nine"

"How about I just meet you guys at the club around nine thirty?" I offer, not really feeling comfortable being in the frat house they'll probably be hanging out at.

"Sure, I'll send you some money for your Uber," he says, placing a kiss on my lips as his goodbye, a quick peck since he knows I don't really like kissing in front of others.

"Bye," I say quickly and turn to leave, flustered still at the thought of kissing anyone really.

Nate is my first real boyfriend.

Real meaning someone that last longer than a few weeks before my brother and his friends found out and kicked their ass back in high school.

I never knew why, but I found out years later it was for some stupid bet some guys had on who could bang another guy's sister first.

Needless to say guys steered clear of me after the third guy snitched.

With my head in the clouds though and legs moving on auto pilot I don't even realize I'm almost home until I hear a loud motor rev right next to me, the sound making me jump out of my skin.

I glare at the biker that's stopped right next to me and sigh once I realize who it is.

"What are you doing?"

"Get on," Jungkook's voice orders from under his helmet.

"I'm almost home."

"I know. I'll take you the rest of the way."

"Jungkook I'm fine-"

"Get on," he says, flipping up his visor and fixing me with a stare that says 'Get on this fucking bike or I'll put you on it myself'

A threat he's followed through on a time or two

"Fine," I grumble and lift up the lid to the compartment under the seat to grab the passenger helmet, throwing my bag in to replace it.

"Good girl," he mumbles just loud enough to be heard over the motor.

"Don't call me that," I argue as I struggle to put on the helmet to which he flicks the kickstand of his bike down to steady it before helping me fasten it.

"You would think you'd know how to put this on by now," he taunts, ignoring him in favor of swatting his hand away once I've managed to click it in place on my own.

"Just drive," I huff and get on behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist loosely.

"Hold on tight, brat," he yells as he revs his engine again before speeding off, my body responding in a flash in fear of falling.

"Don't call me that either," I say once we've stopped at a red light.

"What, a brat? That's what you are. My best friend's bratty younger sister."

"Fuck you, Jeon."

"In your dreams."

"You wish."

He revs his engine a few more times before taking off as soon as the light turns green, not bothering to give me a response beyond that.

It's always been like this.

Him treating me like a child and me fighting back...which kind of ends up proving his point half of the time.

Whatever.

Semantics.

Of course our language though has gotten a lot more vulgar as we've grown up but the energy has always been the same...

Hasn't it?

"You can let go now," his voice comes out loud and clear as he's somehow managed to turn off the engine and park outside of my apartment without even noticing.

Why am I so in my head today?

I use his shoulders to help me steady myself as I get off and trade the helmet for my bag.

"Come here," he says, grabbing my hip with one of his hands and bringing me over to face him head on.

I freeze in place once he has me there, watching him take his glove off and brushing my hair back.

"You look like a mess," he chuckles and puts his glove back on when he's satisfied with the final product.

"That's what happens when you wear a helmet, dipshit"

"Always so feisty" he tisks. "Go inside" he nods towards the door as if he didn't just drive me to my intended destination.

"Don't tell me what to do," I take a defensive stance.

"Go inside before I decide to come in," he cocks a brow, showing me he has every intention of following through on that threat as well.

"Whatever," I grumble and turn to go, grabbing my keys out of my bag as I get closer.

I look back the moment I hear him drive off and let out a sigh of relief.

Why does he always have to do shit like that?

~~~

I've texted Nate a few times throughout the day today with the intention of trying to confirm our plans for the night but all that's happened is him leaving me on read.

Maybe he's busy with the guys and just forgot to respond?

Or maybe his phone died before he could respond?

If he's seen the messages and hasn't cancelled then I'm sure he's still going so I decide to head out...against my better judgement.

~~~

I walk in the club and am met with a smoky haze, bright colored lights being washed out and bodies on the dance floor are seemingly unrecognizable in the fog.

That is until I see him.

Or rather them.

Now I know why my gut told me I should've stayed home.

To spare me from seeing this.

Nate with his tongue down his ex's throat and his hands all over her on the dance floor.

I ball my hands into fists and feel my eyes well up.

Don't you dare cry over this!

Not until you've dealt with it properly.

So after a few deep breaths I walk up to them and tap him on the shoulder.

His drunken, dazed eyes open slowly before he even bothers to take his lips off hers, but once they've landed on me, he pulls back immediately.

"B-baby?" he stutters, knowing he's got no possible way to talk himself out of it, but the words tumbling out of his mouth like word vomit try to say otherwise. "This isn't what it looks like. You...you weren't supposed to see this," he gulps, his efforts to explain or rather confess making it even worse.

"Wasn't meant to see what? The fact that you're fucking your ex?"

"I'm not fucking her," he argues as if that makes up for it.

"Excuse me for jumping to conclusions."

His ex doesn't even bother to walk away to give us time to talk, her hands still on him with no intention of moving

"It was just a kiss," his voice breaks as if I'm the one who's betrayed him.

"And if I wouldn't have showed up and caught you? Would it have stopped at just a kiss?"

"Yes. This...this is not how tonight was supposed to go," his shoulders slump, playing the victim.

I seethe at that, the fact that he has the audacity to look like a fucking kicked puppy when he's the one who broke my trust, my faith, my heart...or at least the little I had started to give to him.

I grab a drink from a tray that a bottle service girl is carrying past us and throw it on him, shoving the empty glass into his ex's hands.

"You deserve each other," I scoff, her stumbling back from the force while he wipes his face, trying to take a step towards me.

"Please, just let me expla-"

"No! Leave me alone! We're done!" I yell over the music, causing some heads to turn, his friends being a few of them.

"Baby, please," he calls after me while I walk away, making moves to follow.

One of his friends however stop him from doing so, thankfully giving me a chance to slip out and disappear into the night.

My head is reeling, tinnitus ringing in my ears from the loud bass, my breaths coming out shorter and shorter as my mind can't stop racing.

I reach for my phone with shaky hands, digging through my purse to find it and pull up my contact list.

My trembling fingers scroll down and hit call as soon as I hit the Js, knowing my brother is one of the first ones on there but when I hear the deep gravelly tone of the last person's voice I want to hear I let out a sob.

"S-sorry," I choke back, "I meant to call Jimin."

"Where are you?"

"I'm fine, I'll just call Jimin," I say, my voice shaky at best.

"No you're not. Tell me where the fuck you are!" he barks, shuffling noises joining his stern tone, showing me he's getting up to leave even if I were to beg him not to.

"I'm down the street from Nova."

"Send me your location," he says, as he opens the garage door.

I put the phone on speaker and send it as quickly as I can, tears blurring my vision.

"Go somewhere where it's well lit with a lot of people around. I'll be there in ten."

"Thank you," I whimper and I can hear the way he grinds his teeth through the phone.

"Stay," he orders before reluctantly hanging up.

My phone lights up seconds later and I see he's sent me his location as well, giving me a clear idea of where he is and how soon he'll be here.

I wrap my arms around myself, catching a chill as the adrenaline wears off. I knew I should've brought a jacket.

A loud thunder clap booming close by rubs salt in the wound, a down pour starting seconds later. The crowd dissipates, a majority of them running to their cars, no doubt giving up on their night out and heading home.

I hover near a group of people who are smoking near one of the entrances to Nova, them having decided to stay despite of the rain. I'm relieved when they pay me no mind.

They've probably seen a girl or two in my state and know better than to approach.

After a few minutes though my worst nightmare shows up.

 I turn when I hear Nate's voice above the hum of the crowd, calling out for me.

From the sounds of it he hasn't spotted me yet so I scoot closer to the group and try to melt into them but it's no use as his eyes land right on me when he turns the corner.

"Please, please I'm sorry. It was a mistake," he chokes back a sob, tears already falling from his drunken, pathetic stupor.

I attempt to disappear into another group but he catches up and grabs my arm.

"It won't happen again. I don't want her anymore."

"Let go!" I struggle to get out of his grip but freeze when I hear that same engine echoing down the street, the tires soon screeching to a stop and the engine being cut.

The next thing I know it his body hits the floor.

Jungkook's fist collides with Nate's jaw with so much force that you could hear a crack when it made contact.

"Stay the fuck away from her!" He growls before taking that same wrist Nate had just grabbed to lead me to his bike.

He puts on my helmet before I can even think fast enough to do it myself, making me put on his jacket seconds later to shield me from the rain and getting on the bike before security figures out where all the commotion is coming from.

He practically yanks me on before driving off, tires screeching and engine growling loudly to match the rate of speed we're going.

I hold on as tight as I can and try to calm myself down, the shock from it all making my head spin and the rain chilling me to the bone.

I don't even notice that he's managed to drive us to his place instead of mine until he pulls into his garage, the engine cutting and our surroundings falling into complete silence save for the ringing in my ears.

He takes his helmet off and lets out a breath, hitting the button to close the garage door and running his fingers through his hair before patting my thigh twice as a way to gently tell me I can get off.

He puts the kickstand down and follows suit, tilting my chin up so he can take off my helmet, setting it aside on the bench nearby, right next to his.

He fixes my hair like he did before, his touch gentler this time, as if he's afraid I might break.

"How could I have been so foolish? Thinking someone like him would actually want to stay loyal to me. Why do I keep on doing this to myself? I knew it was a bad idea from the start but I-"

He tilts my chin up again and leans in, kissing away a few tears that had fallen.

"You're too pretty to be crying over him," he mumbles, his kisses trailing down to my neck.

I don't stop him. I don't want to stop him. 

A sob cuts off my spiral as I close my eyes, focusing on his touch.

Somehow he know this is what I need.

To get over Nate, to get out of my head and forget everything but him.

He pulls back and kisses my lips this time, one hand on my cheek, keeping me exactly where he wants me while the other, grips my waist, pulling me closer.

He deepens the kiss when he feels me try to pull away, knowing it's not for air but for clarity.

"Don't," he mumbles against my lips, turning and sitting me back down on his bike, not even waiting long enough to get me inside before making me get lost in him.

I don't pull away, I pull him closer.

Hand fisting the damp fabric of his white tee while the other laces through his hair.

I want him.

I need him.

And from the way he's devouring my lips I can't help but think he wants the same thing.

I finally pull back once my lungs have started burning from the lack of oxygen, our breathing labored to say the very least yet he can't seem to stop kissing me, trailing his lips down my neck and back up again.

"Do you want to keep going?" he asks, both of his hand gripping my hips so tight I can tell how much he's been holding himself back so I nod.

"Please," I beg, pulling him in.

He smiles against my lips and pulls me off his bike, walking me backward towards the door that leads into the house.

Once inside he pins me up against the nearest wall and devours my lips, acting as if he's a starving beast.

He grabs one of my thighs, making me wrap it around his waist as he traps me against the wall with a knee between my legs.

"Fuck, we shouldn't be doing this," he confesses, but his actions show he has no intention of stopping. His lips go to my neck again, sucking little marks into my skin, an effort he's putting in to show my ex that I've moved on to something better. 

Someone better.

"Don't stop," I stutter, my grip on him strengthening, finally being honest with myself. 

He knows this goes against the rules he swore he'd never break. A pact from the past that he could never see himself even considering going against.  

His brain screams at him to remember that he's not supposed to touch me like this, but he can't help but give into his desire.

His only response is to make me wrap my other leg around his waist and carry me further into the house, his lips never leaving my skin.

He kicks his bedroom door closed behind us, laying me down and slipping off my heels.

"I'm not going to be able to stop if you don't tell me now," he warns, taking his shirt off and tossing it on the floor, his belt soon following.

"Don't stop," I repeat, propped up on my elbows, watching him reveal more and more skin until he's bare.

"Take that dress off," he orders, yanking me off the bed before turning me around and feeling for the zipper, pulling down easily, not waiting for me to try to do as I'm told.

I let the dress fall and before I can do anything else my face hits his cold sheets, a strong hand splayed across my back, hips pressed against my ass.

I didn't wear a bra with my dress as I didn't need one and my panties are close to nonexistent in an effort to hide any lines they might case and he takes full advantage of that, letting his free hand palm my breast before sliding it down to grab my ass.

"I've been dying to fuck you like this, but first I wanna see your pretty little face when I make you cum," he rasps, biting my ear before man-handling me again, tossing me down, my body bouncing from the force.

My back is on the bed now, my head resting on his pillows as he slots himself between my legs, his cock rubbing up against my clothed heat.

"W-wait," his movements halt, expression softening just slightly.

"What is it, baby?" he ask, rubbing my side and trying to read my expressions.

"I've...I've never done this before," I admit, my eyes locked on his, needing to know if that makes a difference to him.

"You guys never...?" he trails off, and I shake my head. "Do you want me to be your first?" his hand comes up to cup my face, his thumb caressing the apple of my cheek.

I nod but he shakes his head.

"I need words, Angel. Tell me what you want," he coaches, needing me to say it, desperate to hear it fall from my lips.

"I want you to be my first, Jungkook," he leans in and kisses me at that, softer, deeper, like he's trying to memorize the way it feels.

"I'll be gentle," he whispers before pulling back. "Can I take these off?" he asks, toying with my waistband.

"Yes," I whisper, lifting my hips for him and letting him slide the delicate fabric down my legs, tossing it to the side.

"Tell me to stop and I will. This is about you," he contradicts his words from earlier, making me feel at ease.

"I will," I assure him as he hovers over me, running his hand up and down my thigh, slowly trailing closer to where I need him most, watching my every reaction. 

My hips buck up involuntarily as his fingers are mere centimeters from me. The corner of his lips curls up but he doesn't comment, not wanting me shy away from this.

From him.

His fingers finally reach my core, the cold touch and stimulation making me shudder.

"Look at you, dripping for me already," he coos, his touch is light but intentional, taking it slow but giving me just as much as I can handle, increasing the pace and pressure as he reads my body language.

He dips a finger in and I whimper, the stretch foreign as he can reach deeper, his digit dragging against my walls, praising me for how good I am for him.

"You're so tight baby," he hums, slowly easing another finger in and cursing at the way I clench around him.

He works me open slowly until he's sure I can take him, dragging his tip along my slit.

"Tell me if it's too much," he says, his brows pinched together, the effort of holding back being something he's not used to.

He eases the tip in, a grunt from the back of his throat slipping as he steadies himself.

"You okay?" he rasps, his eyes locked on mine and I nod and pull him in.

"Just go slow," I mumble against his lips, the tip already being so much.

He pushes in further and my jaw drops, eyes falling shut before reaching up and pressing his lips against mine, muffling the sounds that I can barely hold back.

"Doing so good for me," he praises, resting his forehead against mine, "taking me so well". 

He peppers kisses down my neck as he struggles to keep himself from moving, allotting me time to adjust to his size. He travels further down to kiss the valley between my breasts, touching and toying with them to help me relax, his lips wrapping around my sensitive bud and giving it a gentle suck before moving to the other.

"Jungkook" I whimper, my hips bucking up into his again as a way to show I want more.

He chuckles darkly and brings his face back to hover over mine.

His pupils are blown wide and his cocky smirk is driving me insane, clenching around him enough to make him hiss.

"So tight," he groans, steadying himself on one arm as he uses his other hand to grip my hip, grinding into me.

His movements are shallow at first, getting me used to the feeling and gently coaxing me past the pain, my hand gripping the back of his neck to keep him close. 

I moan his name when he hits a certain spot, adjusting his movements so he can do it over and over again, my nails digging into his skin.

He looks down at me with a hunger I had never seen before, the intensity making me look away but he takes the hand that had been gripping my hip to bring me back to him.

"Don't look away, fuck. Keep those pretty eyes on me," he grunts, his thrusts getting stronger. My sounds get louder and more honest, his name falling from my lips, desperate for this to never stop.

He knows I'm close so he keeps it up, doing exactly what my body is telling him to.

He brings his hand down to where we're connected, gathering up some of my essence before tracing circles and hearts against my bundle of nerves, my pleasure building rapidly.

"Jungkook," I cry and he nods.

"I know," he hisses as he feels my walls flutter, "you're safe, Baby. Just let go" he rasps, my body obeying in seconds.

My back bows and my eyes clamp shut as a knot inside me snaps, writhing under him as he pounds into me, chasing his release.

"Fuck, look at me," he growls, his breathing picking up as his thrusts get sloppy.

I pry my eyes open at his command and watch as he falls apart above me, cumming seconds after my gaze falls on him.

His body slumps against mine, holding himself up by his forearms so he doesn't smother me, my hand finding his hair, lacing through his locks as we both come down.

His forehead rests against my shoulder as he tries to catch his breath before looking up at me with a dopey grin.

"That good, huh?" I joke and he smiles wider.

"You have no idea."

"I think I do." 

"Brat," he chuckles before leaning down and kissing me soft and slow, deepening it just a bit before pulling away. "Your brothers gonna kill me," he mumbles and I smile.

"He'll live."

"But I won't." 

I swat his bicep "You're really gonna mention my brother when you still have your dick inside of me?"

"It's comfortable," he grinds into me to make a point, my breath hitching.

"Down boy," I say, placing a hand on his chest to make him stop.

"You don't wanna go again?" he leans in, kissing me again, coaxing me into it as he starts a shallow rhythm before I whack him again.

"Fine, fine," he huffs and rolls over, pulling me with him so I'm on top, our bodies still connected.

"Give me a second," I chuckle, my heart fluttering when I see how fucking phenomenal he looks from his angle.

"Hi," he grins, clearly seeing how badly I still want him.

"Don't 'Hi' me." 

"What? I didn't do anything."

"Just, stop talking."

He zips his lips shut and throws away the key, putting both hands behind his head and keeping his eyes on me, his muscles flexing from the movement.

"You're doing that on purpose." 

He simply hums in response, following my orders but not denying his actions.

"You're lucky you're cute." 

"And you're lucky I like you," he admits, not being able to stay silent for more than...fifteen seconds it seems.

"I would surely hope so if you did all that."

"I do," he smiles, a genuine one that somehow makes my heart race even faster. "I know you like me too, pretty." 

"You ruined it" I roll off of him, falling on my back with him soon turning on his side to face me, propping himself up on his elbow while his other arm drapes around my waist.

"Come on, I see the way you look at me" he chuckles, his thumb caressing the space just under my breast. 

"You're hallucinating" I scoff and he shakes his head.

"I'm not"

"You are"

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

 After a moment of silence a smile curls on both of our lips as we can't help but laugh.

"We're never gonna stop arguing, huh?" he asks, tucking a hair behind my ear.

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