You desperately desired another few hours of sleep before you would have to head out to your Physics lecture at noon. You clambered out of the bed and into the nearest room you assumed to be the bathroom connected to your dorm. It was a bathroom, indeed, but not yours. You scratched your head, curious. Had you accidentally stumbled into your roommate’s room? You blinked in confusion. Turning the faucet, you dipped your head to drink water, less than satisfied. You remembered Jiyeon saying she would be staying out. You sighed; you’d have to clean up your mess before she came back. Moving slowly, you approached the bed and began to make it neatly. With a sigh, you left the bedroom, hands against the walls in order to be careful to not bump into objects in the dark.

You stopped suddenly. You could hear violent sounds all of a sudden, almost as if someone was shooting. Straining your eyes, you could see a small glimmer of light filling the room around what looked like a corner. Had that always been there? You thought about walking towards the light before weighing your options. If it was a robber, you would need self-defense. You made your way back to Jiyeon’s room and found the hockey stick in the corner of the room, a keepsake from her boyfriend’s final hockey game last year.With one last deep breath, you gingerly tip-toed towards the lit room, sudden flashes of red light appearing every other moment.

In one dramatic movement, you kicked the door open with a “Hi-Ya!” and aimed the hockey stick at the perpetrator. He jumped in his seat in front of the TV screen and yelled out in shock, and when you caught a glimpse of his face, you cursed to yourself.

“What the hell?” The dude stood and moved his headset from his face, the room hued in red as the screen declared Game Over for his character. “What the actual hell,” he asked again, a look of disbelief etched in his expression.

“What are you doing in here?”

“What do you mean what am I doing in here, I live here.” You moved forward, squinting your eyes to see who was in your presence. He stepped back at your first move to advance, but you were soon able to see who it was, and he was not one bit happy. Jungkook angrily clenched his jaw and ran a hand through his hair, causing you to suddenly feel so out of place by the way he stared at you. You leaned back and shifted on your feet, bouncing out of nervousness.

“This isn’t my dorm,” you finally ask meekly.

“Does this look like your dorm?” Jungkook rolled his eyes. “This is the frat house.”

“Seriously?” You forced an awkward laugh out of your throat. “And by any chance...can you tell me how I got here?”

“You don’t remember?” You shook your head and Jungkook scoffed. “Are you fucking serious,” he suddenly exclaimed, throwing his headset on the floor.

“Ya! Why are you making so much noise! I’m trying to sleep!” You turned to see none other than Min Yoongi in the doorway, an expression of ‘you’re going to die’ on his face. If you hadn’t realized where you were, your probably wouldn’t have guessed it was the sleeping devil at all, but alas, his eyes found yours and his expression hardened. “Jungkook…” Min Yoongi’s eyes left yours and found Jungkook’s, and before you knew it, the older man had grabbed Jungkook in a chokehold despite his smaller stature. Jungkook, in desperation, clung to Yoongi’s arms, yelling every swear he could think of.

“Didn’t I say if you bring around another one of your little girlfriends, I’m going to kick you out? Daring little bastard, aren’t you?”

“Excuse me,” you mumbled softly, but when neither men looked at you, you raised your voice. Yoongi loosened his hold on his hoobae and Jungkook straightened, rubbing a hand against his neck.

“What?”

You closed your eyes as you felt your head ache even more, “I am not one of his girlfriends, nor will I ever be. I, myself, am curious as to why I am here. I was just leaving...so, if it’s okay, I’ll get out of your hair, now.”

You gave the two harsh glares, eager to get to your own dorm, and turned ready to make a run for it. Of course, it wasn’t that easy—was it ever?

“So you’re just going to leave in my clothes? Without shoes?” You noticed Jungkook’s broad back as he picked up a pair of heels in the corridor before you. He had a smug smirk playing on his lips, but his eyes held no emotion. You looked at your appearance to find yourself in a large white tee shirt which you had simply assumed to one of the tees you usually slept in, a product of stealing from your brother’s wardrobe. Embarrassed, you grab at the heels, only for Jungkook to raise them above his head out of your reach.

“Jungkook, stop playing around.” Jungkook snorted and handed the red pumps to you, his eyes narrowing.

You bowed in Yoongi’s general direction, mumbling, “I’ll bring your clothes as soon as possible,” and booked it.

Today just seemed like it would not go your way. At all. When you had finally gotten back to your dorm, angering every other person living in nearby dorms from confusing the room numbers, you had gone straight to bed with the idea of going to lecture taunting you. If only it was that easy. When you stumbled out of bed, the sun had fully risen, and you realized something was off. Your alarm was supposed to wake you up.

You couldn’t find your phone anywhere in your vicinity, and you sat on your mussed bed, thinking back...Jungkook’s room. If that was Jungkook’s room, anyway. You had checked the time when you first woke up and left it on the nightstand when you’d made it up.

“Damn,” you cursed yourself. You walked into your own kitchen to check the time, hoping you hadn’t missed the Physics lecture entirely because going to all classes and doing everything you could to understand wasn’t even enough. In pale green font, the stove read 11:34AM. You had approximately twenty minutes to get ready and get to class...across campus. In a huff, you rushed to your room and shed the clothes you’d been lent early that morning. You grabbed a pair of leggings and a large grey sweater that once belonged to your older brother, and slipped on the first pair of shoes you could pull out of your closet. You didn’t move to look for your keys, knowing Jiyeon would be home by the time your class ended, so you grabbed your bag and glasses off your nightstand and booked it to class.

You were late, but you made it to class in record time. However, when you cracked the door open to peer inside the lecture hall, the seats inside were empty. You opened the door wider, as if that would trick your mind into seeing students listening to the professor drone on. To no avail, no single student showed up in their seats. You sighed, pulling off your glasses and rubbing your eyes. The professor must have cancelled lecture or something…

“Hi, excuse me, professor…” You turned to see your Physics professor stopped by some students in your class. You put on your glasses and listened in. “Do you think it would be okay to do a larger scaled project if we team up with another pair?”

“That should be fine,” the professor answered. “However, I must see a draft and it must get approved, otherwise you cannot expect a good grade.”

“Of course!” The two pairs of fellow students bid your professor goodbye and you took it as your chance, moving towards them.

“I’m sorry, did I miss something?”

“Are you in our Physics class?” You nodded your head. “You just missed the small lecture… We were at the back of the building outside and he was giving us an example of the effects of different materials on rebounds.” You groaned, hoping it wouldn’t be too hard of a concept. “Oh! And he assigned a project from the last lecture topic. It’s due next week.”

“What?!”

“He already sent out the list with the notice to meet outside, so when you finally check your phone,” the student’s partner gave you a small pointed stare, “You’ll find out who your partner is. Is that all?”

“Yeah. Thanks so much,” you mumbled, suddenly even more drained than before. The small group gave you a final glance before leaving you to your vices. You leaned against the nearest wall and sighed; you had to go back to that damned frat house and get your stuff. Now was as great a time as any, and you figured your day couldn’t get any worse. Of course, that was where you were wrong.

You travelled to the place where you liked to believe your bad luck gained a beginning and knocked lightly after ringing the doorbell once. You were surprised to see who had opened the door.

“Can I help you?”

Kim Taehyung was known for being one of the handsomest guys in sophomore year. He started college after taking a gap year but already had a bunch of connections, including runner-up for the handsomest guys on campus, Park Jimin. It became apparent that Taehyung had just taken a shower, his dyed red hair a wet mess, causing small streams of red to flow down his neck and forehead.

“I’m looking for Jungkook,” you finally say after a silent moment of taking in the sight of the handsome man.

“Oh,” Taehyung’s lips curved into a huge smile and he began to chuckle.

“What?” You wondered if he was laughing at your large glasses sitting on the bridge of your nose, or maybe you’d gotten something on your face. Anyhow, you didn’t want to be an object of Taehyung’s amusement and entertainment.

“Nothing, nothing.” Taehyung opened the door wider for you to come inside. “Follow me.” For the first time, as you followed behind the taller guy, you noticed how different the house was from the dorms you took residence in. Sure, some of the rooms were formatted similarly, but the residency hall you lived in was ultimately different.

Woof! Woof!

You looked down to see a small dog pawing at your legs. Awed by its cuteness, you paused and kneeled to pet him… or her.

“That’s Mickey, Hobi’s dog.” Hobi sounded familiar. “Cute, right?” Taehyung suddenly swooped in and picked up the small dog in his arms, allowing him to lick his cheek. “Come on, Jungkook’s in the bathroom right now, but I’m pretty sure you can wait in his room.”

“What?” Taehyung continued to walk down the hallways, turning a corner once until he stopped in front of the white bedroom door. Taehyung jerked his head in the direction of the closed door, as if saying to just get in there.

“You came here to see him, right? Don’t worry, I’m going to leave soon, anyway, so be as loud as your heart desires.” Taehyung stared at you as if you were the one who was crazy, but soon enough his expression morphed into a smug one. “Or maybe you want me to hear you… Or join you. I’m okay with either; can’t say the same about Jungkook for the latter.” Taehyung started to chuckle to himself and went back the way he had come, but before he could get too far, you grasped a fistful of his hoodie.

“Taehyung…”

“Hmm?” His smile grew larger as he hummed, barely sparing you a backwards glance.

“What do you think I’m here for? You don’t even know me.”

“Yeah, I don’t know you. But I do know that you are a girl and you came looking for Jungkook. That’s that, and you’ve obviously got some business coming to see the guy.”

“I’m not fucking him.”

“You’re not?” That knocked the smug expression off his face. You shook your head. “Then why are you here?”’

“Trust me, I’d rather be anywhere but here,” you sighed. “Don’t leave me alone with him, please. Yoongi saved me last time, and I’d rather not have him harass me.”

“Who harassed who?”

Jungkook chose the most amazing moment to pop out of his bedroom at any given time, catching both you and Taehyung’s attention. All Jungkook had on was a towel wrapped around his waist, his dark hair dripping with water

“Put some clothes on,” you managed to hiss, glaring at him.

“I have never harassed a girl in my life, hyung. She was the one who trespassed, but out of the goodness of my heart, I took her in and slept in the game room until she starting assaulting me.”

“The hockey stick didn’t even touch you.”

“Tell that to the bruise on my back,”  Jungkook yelled, turning around. You could see a faint outline of the end of the stick you had used, but you had never had the intention of actually harming him.

“I...I didn’t trespass,” you mumbled lamely.

“You were out in the backyard, drunkenly petting Mickey at 2 in the morning. And when I asked you what the hell you were doing, you slurred something about dogs being great and underappreciated, so when I tried to get you to leave, you puked all over my feet. I thought about leaving you there outside, but because I am oh-so nice, I cleaned you up and gave you clothes to change in before you went ahead and passed out on my bed. That was why you were here last night, and I don’t even know the first thing about you.”

“How did you get into our backyard,” Taehyung questioned. Of course, out of the whole story, that was what he got out of it.

“The real question is, what the fuck are you doing in a stranger’s backyard in the middle of the night?”

“I do not have a good reason for that except that I was drunk,” was your frank answer. “I’m sorry. Okay, gosh, now can I get my stuff? I’ve had a horrible morning, and I think I have concluded that I will never drink again.”

“That’s what everyone says when they have a bad hangover, but they never keep that promise, you know. But whatever.” Jungkook disappeared into his room, slamming the door behind him.

“So you’re not screwing Jeon?”

“Are you serious, right now?!” You threw your hands in the air, exasperated.

“Whenever you’re feeling kinda hot and heavy, you know where to find me,” Taehyung winked before stalking off with Mickey the dog gathered in his arms.

You don’t know how much longer passed, but it felt like forever. With  sigh, you gave up on patience and rapped your fist against the door.

“Come in!” You slowly turned the knob, only to find Jungkook barely putting on pants. He turned towards you slightly before clicking his teeth, “It’s you again.”

“What do you mean ‘it’s you again’,” you attempted to mimic his deep voice. “I want my stuff back.”

“I said whatever, as in, it’s not my problem. But since you’re here, look for it and get out out of my sight. You’ve been a headache enough, haven’t you?” Jungkook picked up the towel he’d previously had wrapped around his waist and began to rub the wetness away from his hair, moving to sit on his bed. You huffed. Might as well do as he said, that way, you’d never have to concern yourself with the guy again.

Still, you couldn’t help but wonder why he was so harsh with you. You’d known of him, and from what you’d hear, Jungkook was a generally nice guy. Kind of a sleaze, but you’d never heard of him having such a sour personality.

You found your cell phone first. It was laid on his nightstand next to his own phone, and you immediately picked it up to check if there were any messages you missed, but alas, the battery was dead. Just your luck. You sighed and looked around the bedroom floor for the dress you’d worn out last night.

“Is my dress still here?”

“I threw it away,” Jungkook shrugged nonchalantly.

“You what?!”

“You puked all over it and my shoes, so I threw them away.”

“That dress was a gift,” you began to whine. Not to mention, almost two hundred dollars. You had begged Jiyeon not to buy it for you, but she still did, claiming it was a mark of your friendship when you’d been declared roommates the previous year. It was amazing how loose she was with her money, but you didn’t want her to spend it all on you.

“Not my problem. Is that it? Do you have my clothes?”

“Ah...no…” You hung your head.

“You can throw them away, too, I guess.” Jungkook stood and crossed the room to the door, holding it open. “If you would… oh and don’t forget this.” Jungkook reached behind the door to reveal your purse hanging on the handle and he tossed it at you. You caught it less than gracefully.

“Fuck you, too, then,” you muttered, throwing up your middle finger as you exited.

For the first time, Jungkook gave you a smile, all teeth. But it was dripping in sarcasm. “Pleasure.”

When you found your way to the front door, it opened before you could even approach it. “Yeah, like I was telling you, if we buy little individual heaters, the electricity bill will be a little higher, but our AC bills will be hella cheaper.”

“But we have to buy heaters; how much do those cost?”

“We really just need to buy three, though. Jungkook can buy his own or suffer; he just forks money out anyway.”

“This seems like we’re taking advantage of him, though, hyung.”

“Jinnie?” Your jaw slackened as you heard your older brother talk about scamming the bastard you’d just had the discourtesy of meeting.

“Oh,” Jin’s smile widened as his eyes laid on you, ending his conversation with his friend. “Y/N, what are you doing here? Finally decided to come visit me?”

“As if. I thought you had an apartment.”

“Better deal here. Joon asked me if I wanted to move in since it was my last year and they had space.” Somehow, that seemed suspicious. You wondered if your parents knew. After all, you had no clue.

“This is a frat house, though? Don’t you, you know, have to be in the fraternity?”

“I was initiated,” Jin started to laugh his windshield wiper house, and you couldn’t help but feel your anger start to evaporate a little. “So what are you doing here?”

“I was running an errand,” you answered, hiking your bag higher on your shoulder. “I have to go, though; I need to meet with my partner for my physics project.”

“Good luck, little sister,” was Jin’s bidding words, and you took a leisurely stroll back to your dorm.

When you did get back to your dorm, you weren’t surprised to find Jiyeon already passed out on the little sofa you two had purchased for the rather tiny living room connecting your living space. Jiyeon lightly snored, and upon further inspection, you realized she wasn’t alone. Glued to her side was none other than her infamous boyfriend, dancer and athlete Jung Hoseok. You rolled your eyes; of course, Jiyeon wouldn’t return home alone. At least they had the decency to keep their clothes on.

You went into your room and plugged your phone into charge, opting to go ahead and check what exactly you had missed in your professor’s emails on your laptop. The bootup was slow as ever, and when you were finally able to access your emails, you realized your bad day wasn’t over. You had scrolled through the list until you found your name in the midst of all the other Kims and Kangs, and when you saw who your pair was, you wanted to throw the device far away from you and call your parents to tell them you were finding a one-way ticket back home. Your physics project partner was none other than the coconut ass hat Jeon Jungkook.

You took your pillow and pressed your face into his, inhaling a deep breath and screamed.

You didn’t know how Jungkook got your number, but you assumed it probably had something to do with your older brother. You thought about how you would punish the older guy when you next saw him. As if seeing him twice already yesterday didn’t earn her an arrest for murder, you were certain that as soon as you met eyes today, you’d end up on the news for something crazy...like murder.

Jungkook, with no knowledge of where your residency hall was, asked you to meet him at the campus cafe, to which you could either continue to work on the project in the public eye, or just go to your own dorm. Either option was fine, but when you’d just begun to ask why you couldn’t go to the frat house, he didn’t reply.

By the time it was just ten minutes before you were supposed to meet the cold-hearted fucker, you had just begun to gather your materials and head out. But is it ever that easy?

“Hey, Y/N.” Jiyeon greeted you warmly. “Where are you going?”

“Cafe,” you grumbled, completely unimpressed with today’s agenda.

“Oh; I’ll come with. I’ve been craving a latte.”

“You can come, but I’m probably gonna be there for a while. I’m working on a project with some ass hat.”

“Oh, really,” surprise was etched on your friend’s expression. “Who is the asshole?”

“Fucking Jeon Jung-goddamn-kook.” You grabbed a beanie, pushing it onto your head. “Bastard, right,” you aimed for approval once you noticed the shock in Jiyeon’s expression.

“Jeon Jungkook?! As in third hottest guy in our grade who looks like he can bench press all the BTS members? At one time.”

“That muscle-pig can’t do shit,” you snorted. You made a move to make your exit, but Jiyeon stopped you in the doorway.

“There is no way I’m going to let you meet him like that.”

And so the moment came where Jiyeon forced you into changing with blackmailed pictures of you doing unforgivable things. She straightened your hair and forced you into super glittery gold eyeshadow, and despite the winter closing in on the university, you were dressed in a thin long-sleeved shirt and a skirt. A SKIRT! Thankfully, you had some thigh length boots to recuperate for even just a little bit of the skin that was revealed.

“Now go catch that hot piece of ass,” was Jiyeon’s parting cheer. You checked the time; you were almost a half hour late. If only you hadn’t let her take those damned pictures and videos of you when you’d gotten drunk at the spring break party last year. You groaned just thinking back on how you nearly flashed everyone.

When you arrived at the cafe, you were shocked to see Jungkook waiting outside. He didn’t seem to be losing any patience, so you crept on him quietly and peered over his shoulder to see him playing a mobile game on his phone. Feeling your presence, Jungkook craned his neck and saw you, immediately stepping back. He paused the game on his phone and looked at his wristwatch.

“You’re late.”

“Sorry… I kinda got held up with my roommate.”

“Sure,” Jungkook’s eyes gave you a once-over before he spoke again. “The cafe is full, so we’re going to have to go to your place.”

“Why my place?”

“Yoongi’s sleeping. And we probably won’t finish this without much screaming,” you nodded your head in agreement. This was probably the most civil Jungkook had ever been to you since you ended up in his room yesterday morning.

“The library?”

“They’ll probably kick us out.”

“I think we’re pretty civil, though. At least right now; I would just rather not have you know where I live.”

“As if I would stalk you,” Jungkook snorted.

“But you could send an assassin to my house when I’m sleeping.”

“If I wanted you killed, you’d probably already be dead. But fine, you wanna go to the library? “Let’s go.” Jungkook pocketed his phone and began to lead the way to the other side of campus where the large library was located. It was a decent distance away from where you stood, and you were walking--well, stomping--in deafening silence besides your footsteps.

“Jungkook!” You nearly bumped into Jungkook when he suddenly stopped, and you stepped back to see who had intervened. You just barely recognized her—Noh Nara. She always had a thing for being found in some guy’s bed, not that it was uncommon. A lot of people slept around, but just, more people were quiet about it. “What are you doing?”

For the first time, you saw Jungkook smile. It was the side you never got to see when he was around you, his expression usually fixed into a scowl.

“I’m going to do a project.” Nara’s hand went around Jungkook’s bicep and she squeezed lightly. In return, Jungkook leaned his ear down towards her lips and she whispered something to him. Jungkook nodded.

“Call me later,” and then Nara was gone, just as quick as she had come. Jungkook barely spared you a glance, as if to check if you were still there, before continuing into the library. He found a small booth near the window and slid in, opening his laptop. It was then that you realized you had forgotten yours, but you didn’t want to say anything, so you started to pull out your notes and some paper. After all, you still needed to come up with the topic and details.

“Write down all the velocity equations and displacement equations; I think we should try finding how long it takes for larger objects to peak in different environments.”

“So if different environment affect peak in velocity?”

“That’s what I said.”

“Asshole,” you murmured.

“Heard that.”

“You were supposed to, coconut ass hat.” You were able to write down a few equations before you reached a wall in your mind. What was the one that involved time? Were you supposed to include Kinetic change? Potential energy? You glanced at Jungkook, his eyebrows furrowed together and his lips slightly parted in focus. You’d be a fool to admit that it wasn’t at least a little bit attractive. It was such a shame when he let words come out of his mouth, though.

You lowered your head, chastising yourself for even beginning to look at him that way, but couldn’t help but steal another glance from under your eyelashes. When it seemed Jungkook made a mistake, he clenched his jaw before returning to the previous expression. Now, that, you mused, was sexy.

You don’t know how long you watch him for, but it couldn’t have been long before he realized you weren’t working.

“Get back to work,” he stated firmly.

“How many formulas should I have?”

“Like six.” You groaned; you had only two before you started to scribble about different environments you could possibly use. “What? Stuck already?”

“I’m not good at physics.”

“Sucks.” Jungkook didn’t look at you, again. You stood, feeling that maybe some walking around would get the gears in your mind turning again. “Where are you going?”

“Thirsty.”

You walked towards the little shop stationed near the library’s entrance and waited in line. When it came for your turn, you ordered a muffin and hot chocolate. You gave your name to the clerk and she told you to wait near the pickup and you heard the beginning of the next order.

“Dark roast coffee.” You crinkled your nose in disgust, thinking of how bitter. “Jungkook.” You looked up. Of course the bastard would follow you. You heard your name and quickly grabbed the small bag holding your muffin and the cup of hot chocolate rushing to the table. When Jungkook returned, he sat down silently and typed vigorously. Silence passed between you two, and you tried to dissipate the slight bit of tension with eating your muffin.

You were able to recall another formula and began to scribble it out, but your thoughts consume you. Why were you doing the bare minimum? This was baby work, and although you knew it was kind of a struggle, you couldn’t help but feel that you were being treated less than. You were starting to realize Jungkook had a clear grasp on the class, and he knew what he was doing and how he was going to reach the end goal, but it just infuriated you more. You angrily reached for your muffin again, but Jungkook was already reaching for it, too.

“What the fuck,” you hissed. Jungkook’s eyes widened in shock.

“Sorry; I thought you didn’t want it anymore.”

“You should have asked,” you stood, anger rising. You knew it was irrational, but it didn’t get you to calm down in the slightest. In the midst of standing, the table jostled, and his cup spilled. The liquid poured into Jungkook’s lap and he stood, too, cursing.

You’d gained the attention of the whole first floor in the library.

Some of the swears Jungkook yelled were directed towards you, and you felt a twinge of guilt. “Fucking hell, chill out. It’s just food, I’ll buy you another one.” Jungkook grabbed at the napkins you’d obtained with your muffin and dabbed at his pants, his face red with fury.

“I’m sorry, I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” You turned to see a dude standing before you, round glasses framing his eyes. “You’re becoming a nuisance to other serious students, so we’ll have to ask you to return when you’re more behaved. If you don’t leave within the next few minutes, I’ll personally escort you out.”

“Sorry,” you muttered, gathering your things. You hightailed it outside of the library and waited for a second. Jungkook was right behind you. “Sorry,” you said again, this time to him, but he didn’t say anything. You assumed that this was where it ended, but Jungkook followed close behind you. “Isn’t BTS house...in the other direction?”

“The longer I have to spend with you, the more miserable I’ll be. We’re going to calculate some data, and then we can work on the project separately. We have a week, Y/N.”

“Fine,” you huffed. You led the way to your dorm, all along the way catching curious glances because of the wet stain on Jungkook’s pants. You wondered what people thought happened to him, but when you stole a glance at Jungkook, he didn’t seem to care.

“I want you out of here ASAP,” you said firmly, opening the door to let him in. He nodded once before setting up on the table in the center of the room, and you kicked off your shoes at the door before following suit. Before taking your seat, you called out to your roommate, hoping she hadn’t just left. Of course, the odds weren’t in your favor. You sighed sadly and took the seat, beginning to work.

A few hours had passed and you were glad you were able to work without much issues—every once in a while, you’d ask Jungkook a question, and he’d answer, but not without calling you some kind of crude name. You didn’t have it in you to stop him, though, since you figured it would just cause the day to drag on longer. You were near done with gathering the data and research you needed before you could run the experiment on your own, but you had gotten stuck on a subject.

“Hey, how do you know we can use this formula? And if we do, would we have to use that as well?”

“You’re so fucking slow, how many times do I have to say it?” Jungkook groaned, running his hands down his face. He explained the concept one last time before focusing back on his computer. You breathed out a sigh, just a little bit angry, but finished up. When you were done, you looked at Jungkook, wondering when he, too, would finish. The same concentrated expression he had on his face at the library made a second appearance, and you got wrapped in your thoughts once again. You searched his face. Why was he so mean to you? The longer you stared at his face, the more you came to notice small things. He had a freckle under his lip and what looked like a scar on his cheek. He rolled his bottom lip between his lip suddenly, and the action, however so small, sent a shiver down your spine. You shook your head discreetly and looked away from him, tapping your pen against the table to distract yourself.

You did not want to fuck Jungkook. You didn’t even want to be in the same space as him; hell, he was probably purposefully sucking in all the oxygen so you would shrivel up and die. Okay, maybe that was a bit far-fetched.

“Stop that,” Jungkook hissed.

“I’ll do whatever I want,” you muttered back, continuing to tap the writing utensil against the table. It was your home after all.

“Stop being a bitch; I thought you wanted me to leave.”

“I’m pretty sure you can solve a few equations with background noise,” you said smugly, tapping the pen against his hand a bit. His jaw clenched. “Aw, is little Jungkookie getting angry,” you enjoyed seeing him get just a little wound up.

“Stop.” His angry tone made you clench your legs together and you let out a breath.

“You’ve been calling me names all night, asshole. Why should I stop?” You stood up and patted him on top of his head, slightly curious as to what he would do.

“Why wouldn’t I call you something you are?”

“You’re kidding right? Hold on, you are kidding, aren’t you? Please help me to understand what in the seven hells I did for you to act this way to me.”

“So sorry, I wasn’t listening,” Jungkook said in a sarcastic tone. You closed your eyes and inhaled a deep breath.

“Well, I think we’ve reached the end of this conversation,” you patted his head once again, attempting to just get the last say in the matter, but Jungkook got hold of your wrist and stood, glaring at you.

“You didn’t honestly expect me to answer that, did you?”

“Yes, I did expect an answer, asshat. You’ve been nothing but rude to me since we met and you are way too hostile to be around me.”

“Get used to a disappointment,” he huffed, and he moved to sit back down and finish up, but you were getting angrier and angrier with each passing second. You shoved him from behind and he stumbled, turning to look at you. “Don’t touch me.” Jungkook’s glare was so cold, you thought the room would freeze. Still, that didn’t stop you from throwing more insults at him, and you went a step farther, pressing your index finger into his chest. When he didn’t stumble backwards, you used all the strength you could muster and pushed with your palms. Jungkook took a single step back, and you knew it wasn’t because you had pushed him, but because if he hadn’t absorbed the force you’d applied, you’d only fall back on the ground yourself.

However, the touch you administered set Jungkook off anyway, and instead of him, you were suddenly grabbed by the wrist and pressed against the wall. His body was so close you could feel the body heat rolling off him in waves.

“I said,” Jungkook started to press his body against you, and you suddenly felt very aware of an uninvited guest, “Don’t touch me.” You gulped nervously, attempting to register what was happening; then it happened. His lips found yours harshly, kissing you intensely. You gasped into his mouth, surprised. His tongue pushed into your mouth, roughly at first, dominating over you as if he was asserting his power. And though you knew you should push him away, your hand was planted on his chest, as if still debating whether to pull him closer or do the former option. Jungkook’s palm met with the bare skin of your thigh, and for the first time that day, you didn’t regret wearing it, welcoming the heat that came with it. He hiked your leg up, as if to wrap it around his waist, but he was too concerned with kissing you and touching you.

You made up your mind, hand trailing higher up to the collar of his shirt and pulling him flesh against you so you could feel every inch of his body. He breathed heavily and you relished in the sound.

Your hips rose to meet with his pelvis and he rolled his hips against you, fluidly but enough to coax a small moan from your lips. Just as suddenly as he had kissed you, Jungkook pulled away and looked down at you. You peered back at him, into his eyes, dark orbs that held anger and doubt in them.

“Jungkook,” you managed to say, your voice coming out barely louder than a whisper. Jungkook groaned at the sound and palmed your thigh again, squeezing once. His touch became scarce as he resorted to just his fingertips, edging towards your core. You hummed, anticipating the touch, but it never came.

“You make me so angry,” Jungkook ground out, your arms had found their way around his neck. He stopped suddenly, “We shouldn’t be doing this; we need to do the project.”

“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” Jungkook stepped back, unclasping your arms from around him, but the anger in you rose. When Jungkook went to sit back at the table, you closed your eyes, gathering your own rationale. The fucker had just kissed you, and when things were starting to get good, he ended it? No wonder you hated him since you first met.

You took the seat beside him, a new resolve in mind. Your hand grasped his thick thigh, his muscles tensing beneath the fabric of his jeans. You squeezed his thigh, much like he had before, and leaned closer to him to view the computer screen.

“Back off,” Jungkook muttered, his hand coming down to shove your own away, but you weren’t going to let him off that east.

“I can’t see.”

“There’s your own computer right there; pull up the velocity data.” His eyes never met yours as he spoke, dismissing your need then and there. Jungkook stuffed his hand in his pocket and pulled out his cell phone, sending out a quick text, and you took the opportunity to angrily slam the laptop shut. You were able to see the contact name on his cell: Nara.

“You coconut headass,” you hissed, moving to straddle his lap. Your fingers moved quick, but you didn’t seem to need the urgency. Jungkook sat there expressionless, eyes cold as ever. You unbuttoned his jeans and did it firmly. Your hands found his cock, already stiffened, and you were almost surprised by the girth. Nevertheless, it didn’t stop you from pumping it a few times. “What if I just got off here, all by myself, and left you to suffer? Sound good?” You managed to lean back and raise your body, pulling off your panties from under your skirt. You didn’t wait for Jungkook’s answer, didn’t even look at him, but you hoped his resolve to not touch you was weakening. You threw your underwear off in some corner, too focused on what appeared to be the prize. You scooted forward in Jungkook’s lap and grasped his hard dick in your hand before positioning it.

“Don’t do it.”

Jungkook’s voice was strained and you couldn’t help but smirk just a little bit. He wasn’t as strong as he wanted you to believe.

“Don’t tell me what to do,” you teased yourself with the tip of his cock at your entrance, hissing at the pleasant feel. The sound mixed in with the lightest of groans from Jungkook, and you felt your chest swell with pride.

“Please, don’t do it,” Jungkook said again, his hands fidgeting at his sides. You began to press his cock into your folds, testing the waters, but before you could fully attempt to adjust, Jungkook’s hands grabbed hold of your hips firmly. “Y/N, stop. Seriously. I’m sorry.” You looked into his eyes—they were still cold, but they held no apology. You felt more and more angry, and you leaned forward, taking his head into the caress of your palm and kissed him angrily. Jungkook groaned into your mouth, his hands loosening, and you took the opportunity to slam yourself down on him. The largeness made you pause for a moment, and you broke the kiss, aiming to move so you could feel just a little bit more comfortable.

“Don’t, ah, that feels so good,” Jungkook groaned, unintentionally rolling his hips into you. You simply hummed in response, eyebrows twitching as you concentrated on making your own rhythm. You were set on pleasuring yourself. You rose and slammed back down on his cock, a slow, rhythmic pace. And with every pulse, you let out a breathy sigh, full but not yet completely satisfied.

Jungkook tried to take hold of your hips and guide you, but you slapped his hands away, guiding your own to hold onto his shoulders. Jungkook rolled his bottom lip between his teeth, apparently determined to stop you from hearing his groand, but you didn’t care. It was your moment. You felt your pussy throb, and you leaned your head down, connecting your lips with his neck. Jungkook hummed out a groan, and you felt his dick twitch within you. Your lips curved with a slight smile and you began to tongue at his neck, sucking on the skin every once in a while. Soon, you didn’t know if you were pleasuring yourself or him.

Your pace came to a stop, and before you knew it, Jungkook had gotten himself out of you and pushed the chair he’d sat in back. He turned you around quickly and pressed you into the counter. “You’re such a bitch, you know that,” came his raspy voice, and he pushed down on your head, your cheek coming in contact with the cold surface of the kitchen table. He thrust into you with one buck of his hips. He didn’t start off slow or build any type of pace, instead hammering into you from the get-go. You yelled out, enjoying the way he filled you and stretched you with his girth.

“Harder,” you moaned out, “Harder, Jungkook, harder.” You began to chant these words like a mantra, feeling your orgasm edge closer. Your hand wander down to finger your swollen clit, and you closed your eyes in a near state of euphoria. Sure enough, Jungkook hammered hard and harder into you, making your body slam into the table.

“I’m close,” you mumbled, moving to meet the slam of his thrusts.

“I can feel you clenching your tight pussy around my cock. You like it hard, huh?”

“God, yes, harder,” you groaned.

Without warning, you felt your orgasm engulf you, your eyes closing as they rolled in pleasure. You moaned, satisfied, relishing in the pleasure. You could barely hear Jungkook as he announce he was going to cum. And he did.

You felt him manage a few last desperate thrusts before he filled you up whole, ending the quick hard pace. You felt you warm liquid leak into you, and his body faltered. You felt him soften as he extracted himself, clearly spent.

A silent moment passed between you two, your body still leaned over the table, ass still on display for Jungkook. You couldn’t believe that happened.

“...Can I use your bathroom?” Jungkook was the first to speak, his voice deeper than usual.

“I...yeah, first door on your left.” When you heard the door close, you finally straightened, uncertain about what to do now. You felt sticky, and from the body-length mirror attached to the wall, you could see how fucked out you looked. Your straightened hair was a mess, the sweat causing the locks to wave, and your lips were swollen and bruised from Jungkook kissing you so hard. Your limbs were still shaking, having not been released entirely from the height of your orgasm. Your mind was hazy, confused. What did this mean? Was that just angry sex? Was it going to happen again? You walked into your own bathroom in the opposite direction and cleaned yourself up, eventually changing into more comfortable clothes. Had Jungkook left? Did he stay and just go back to work?

What was the whole thing even about? What did it mean? You angrily ran your hand through your hair before using a rubber band to tie it up into a bun. You knew that after that, you couldn’t just go to sleep. You were still too excited. Maybe if he had fucked you in your bed you’d be tempted to sleep and wouldn’t have to mull over the facts.

You peeked into the kitchen to see if Jungkook was still there. Sure enough, he sat at the table, but the laptop remained closed, and his cheek rested against the surface, his eyes closed. You almost wanted to admire how good-looking he was as he slept, but figured there were still so many questions, you’d rather not wake him. You grabbed an extra blanket and tossed it on him; out of the goodness of your heart.

Jungkook rolled his eyes, scrunching his nose up slightly. He could be so cute sometimes--when he had his mouth shut. “Y/N, you never listen to me. I said, that girl going to come and ask if we're dating, so don't ruin my chance.”

“When have I ever?” As if on cue, the girl crosses the room from her booth to your little table. One of her friends had joined her--probably for backup.

Jungkook’s grin was wide, and he seemed ready to pounce. At 19 years old, he's probably already “had” a bunch of lovers, so much so that he could compete with Hugh Hefner. Of course, that's an exaggeration.

“Hi,” the girl started when Jungkook didn't say anything.

“Hey.”

You couldn't do anything except for your face with noodles and watch the exchange happen. But soon enough, even Jungkook stole that from you.

“You're not eating?”

“Yes, I am. I was letting her eat some.” Jungkook reached over and slid the bowl to his side of the tiny table and used the chopsticks to shovel the bean noodles into his own mouth. Both girls watched in awe, because somehow, even the way Jeon Jungkook ate was handsome in its own way. You could never understand. You really only saw him as your next door neighbor anyhow, if you could even call yourselves that since he was only your neighbor during the school breaks.

Now, you were both 19 and lived in the same apartment complex just for the sole purpose of college.

“Her?” The other girl, a bit taller than the interested one, gestured to you. You couldn't help but snort at her impolite action, but nevertheless, you didn't initiate anything.

“Is she your girlfriend?”

Jeon Jungkook - 2. Y/N- 0.

“No, she's my friend. Don't mind her.” Jungkook stood abruptly and slipped a bill onto the table while shrugging on his jacket. You didn't stand. You'd learned before that this was his way of saying goodbye until the next week. “Did you want to talk? In private?”

“Uh, yes.” The girl let her hands run through her hair once before leading Jungkook to the front of the shop, leaving you to stare at the little note in disbelief. He’d left you to pay the bill. Again. Not that it was much of a deal since you would only pay for your meal, but you began to wonder what happened to all those IOUs.

You let out a breathy sigh and stood, taking out some money from your wallet and leaving it on the table. There was no need to finish your meal because Jungkook had already done it for you. You were grateful that you and Jungkook had only gone a small way away from the apartment complex, because as it turned out, he'd taken the car.

Your eyes followed the table the girl had come from. There were three other girls, including the backup one, and three boys. None of them looked too happy to be there. But it wasn't your business. You continued to walk towards the exit, but someone stopped you in your tracks.

“Hey, uh, aren't you that guy's girlfriend?”

You looked up to see an orange haired boy, his smile bright and wide.

“Who?”

“You were just sitting with him.”

“That Coconut Head? Not my type,” You frowned.

“Oh. So then, what is your type?” His lips began to form a smirk and you couldn't help but giggle.

“Are you trying to flirt with me?”

“I might be. Depends on…”

“On what?”

“Your type.” He began to lean against the doorway, but that didn't last too long.

“Move out of the way!! Aish, people are trying to come in!” A hostess glared at the both of you, making you aware of the small line of people gathering behind the Orange haired boy.

His face lit up with a blush and he sidestepped. You followed suit, raising an eyebrow.

“I...uh..”

“Not so confident anymore, huh?”

“That embarrassing,” he turned to catch an old man’s wink. He rubbed the back of his neck, causing his turtleneck to shift.

“How about we continue this later?” You held your hand out for his phone and he shoveled it out before placing it in your palm, but it didn't stop his confused expression.

“Continue what?”

You laughed and insert your phone number. “Talking about my type. Text me…”

“Hoseok.”

“Hoseok,” you smiled before waving goodbye and continuing back to the apartment.

A week later, you had gotten to know Hoseok pretty well. You and he texted a fairly good amount and even ended up calling each other some days. Jungkook would always ask who it was, but you never said anything.

You and Jungkook were currently sitting on the couch in your apartment, playing a game of some new co-op game Jungkook picked up. He was winning, which was no surprise, but it didn’t make you, the inexperienced gamer, feel any better. You were just about ready to give up. Jungkook could even sense you were about to throw a fit, and a smirk grew on his face. Before any damage could be done, however, you could hear the familiar marimba ringtone of an iPhone.

Jungkook was the first to move, and he patted the area beside him and in his pocket to feel for his phone, knowing it was probably some girl he’d recently met. But somehow, in the midst of confusion, your phone ended up pressed against his ear. Your eyebrows furrowed together, mirroring his own expression.

“Who is this?” Jungkook said, and you couldn’t tell whether he was asking you, or the person on the phone. You blinked once. Twice. Said nothing,

“Nice to meet you, man.” Jungkook stood up, his expression unreadable. He turned away from your curious glare and walked towards the small kitchen, continuing the conversation. When he finally did come back, a good ten minutes later, he was tossing a bottle of water in the air. “That’s your new honeybun?”

You cringed. “Don’t say that. And he isn’t. I met him when you ditched me at the noodle house.”

“I didn’t ditch you.” You rolled your eyes and faced the television, using the remote control to change the channel to something you preferred.

“He’s coming over, Y/N.”

“You invited him here?”

“Yeah; I have to see if he’s suitable enough for you.”

“What are you, my dad? My brother?”

“You have to have standards, babe. Come on, now.”

Your eyebrow twitched as the pet name escaped his lips, and you turned to him. “Babe?”

“I’ve never called you that before?” Jungkook acted as if this was normal. He had never called you that before; all his nicknames for you ranged from ‘bunny’ to ‘you’, so this exchange was especially a revelation.

“No.”

Jungkook didn’t say anything after that, but sat on the other side of the sofa and stared at the television, farther apart from you than before. He opened his bottle and began to drink from it, and you watched him gulp, his Adam's apple bobbing with each swallow.

The doorbell rang, and you were forced to go and answer it, assuming it was Hoseok. Sure enough, with a glance through the peephole, it was him. You opened the door, and he launched forward, engulfing you in a hug. You stumbled back because of the force, but before you could fall, he released you from the embrace and set you steady.

“Hey,” his grin was wide, and you instantly felt a little warmer. He was like a little ball of sunshine, always happy. Over the week, whenever you were sad, you could count on him to make you feel better.

“Hey, Hobi. I’m sorry I didn’t answer; we thought it was Coconut Head’s phone.” You always referred to Jungkook as Coconut Head around Hoseok, because that was all Hoseok ever remembered him as.

“It’s fine. He sounds like a good guy.”

“I’m a great guy,” Jungkook made an entrance, the water bottle in his hand nearly empty. He had put on his denim jacket.

“You’re leaving?”

“Yeah, Sindy called.”

Typical Coconut Head, you thought.

“Are you going to her place, or is she coming here?”

“Her place. Why?” Jungkook finished his water and tossed the bottle into the small bin next to the door before beginning to fidget with the blue beanie on his head.

“I was going to come and cook dinner; do you still want me to?”

“If you want.” With that, Jungkook left through the open doorway. You began to wonder if something was up with your childhood friend, but Hoseok took your mind off that.

Jungkook hadn’t let you know whether he was coming back or not, but you figured he’d get hungry sooner or later, so you left the dinner on his dinner table. His apartment was still almost as bare as when he’d moved in, with only the bare necessities present. But besides that, he had left clothes all over the floor.

You thought about tidying up for him but decided against it. You wouldn’t want him picking up your clothes, and it made you blush at the thought of him picking something private up. Hoseok had left not too long after he had come but insisted on going out to eat tonight. Of course, that’s why you only cooked dinner for one.

You had two hours to get ready. You had always been the type to wait until the last minute to get ready, but Hoseok made it seem like going out to eat would be an experience to remember. In that case, you took the time to get ready, from choosing what to wear and testing hairstyles out. You even washed your hair and shaved, which was something you left for every other day, or the weekends.

Music played in the background as you finally began to assemble your outfit, your hair straight as a pin compared to its natural waves. The doorbell rang again, and you glanced at the time. It seemed he was 15 minutes early. Nevertheless, you gathered your things and stuffed them in your purse before rushing to meet Hoseok.

But when you opened the door, it wasn’t Hoseok. Jungkook stood in front of you, his lip bruised and bleeding.

“What? Does Sindy have a lip biting kink?”

“No, that’s me.” Jungkook’s voice was a bit gruff, but you disregarded his actions. He pushed past you and fell on your sofa. “You’re going somewhere?”

“Yeah. So tell me about Sindy? You’re finally going sub?” You teased Jungkook, closing the door and making your way to him with your shoes in hand.

He ignored your question. “You don’t wear dresses.” His hand covered his eyes as he lied there, occasionally pulling his lip between his teeth and sucking the blood from it. Your heartbeat quickened and you felt warm.

“I do. Just not...often.” You slipped on your heels. “What’s up? Are you tired? Hungry?”

“Hungry.”

“I left your dinner at your place. Your favorite.”

“No.”

“What are you saying, Coconut Head?” You leaned over the sofa and looked at Jungkook up close. “You just said you were hungry.”

He removed his hand from his eyes and shifted, supporting his weight with his arms under him. It seemed like he was staring into your eyes, and he began to bit his own lip. He was nervous about something. “Don’t call me that,” he said quietly.

“What’s wrong?”

“Y/N…”

“What-?” Before you could say anything else, Jungkook’s hand reached up and caressed the back of your neck. His hand was warm, but not as warm as his lips. He had pulled you forward and was kissing you. You absentmindedly leaned into the kiss, his lips against your unmoving ones. At first, that was all it was. His tongue tentatively swiped across your lip, and your own lips parted slightly.

RING!

You jumped away from Jungkook and looked at the door, frightened. Hoseok was here. Jungkook had kissed you. You looked back at the boy and saw him stand up. You cleared your throat before speaking.

“I...I, uh, the door. Someone…”

He didn’t say anything in return. So you went to go and answer the door. Hoseok smiled, his hand playing with a few strands of his own hair.

“You look gorgeous, Y/N. Are you ready to go?” Your mind was fuzzy. Why was he here again? “Oh.” You followed Hoseok’s eyes to see Jungkook exit past him. He didn’t bother to say goodbye, and you didn’t have the heart to say anything either. But he should have said something, right? He kissed you.

“Yeah. Let’s go.” Hoseok reached for your hand in his and squeezed once, leading you to his car as soon as you closed the door behind you. You didn’t mind, but your hand began to sweat. Could he feel it? Your clammy hands? Not only were you nervous, but Jungkook had made you angry. How could he just kiss you and leave with nothing to say? That coconut head ass, you thought.

Hoseok drove a sleek black car, and let it out that the destination was a new restaurant in the area. You’d never heard of it, but you were excited to do something new. The trip was a good length, and the wait to get seated was shorter. You were seated next to a window, and breadsticks were the centerpiece. Hoseok reached for one and smiled.

“Best part of the meal.”

He made you laugh, and some of your uneasiness fluttered away. You reached for your own and bit into it--a soft and delicious taste.

“It’s good,” you agreed.

“This is my friend’s restaurant. I tried to get him to let me have the place to ourselves, but he just looked at me like I was an idiot. Sometimes I wonder why he keeps me as a friend,” he laughed warm-heartedly, and you couldn’t help but join in. “You’ll see him. I was at least able to get him to come out. He’ll be like our personal waiter.”

“That is one thing I am not.” You found yourself looking at a tall, handsome man. “I know, I’m perfect,” he smirked. “Seokjin. But most people call me Jin. Nice to meet you…”

“I’m Y/N. Nice to meet you, too.”

Jin nodded once before finally placing to menus on the table. “Order what you’d like. I’ll be back in a few.”

As Jin retreated, Hoseok leaned across the table with a hand cupping his mouth, “He’s not into customer service. That’s why he either cooks or sits behind a desk all day.” You laughed once more before picking up your menu and looking it over. Once you were happy with your decision, you put the menu down, only to come face to face with Hoseok who seemed to have been watching you.

“You’re ready to order?” You nod and his smile grows. He frantically waves his hand in the air, and you can see Jin emerging from the door that separates dining, his expression a dark grimace. At that moment, your phone dings with the notification of a text message.

JUNGKOOKIE: Come back.

“Everything alright?” You looked up to see Hoseok with concern evident on your face. Jin watched the exchange between you two, and you couldn’t help but excuse yourself under the scrutinizing glare of him. Maybe that was just because Hoseok was there, but you didn’t know for sure. You felt like he thought you were suspicious.

“I just have to use the bathroom.”

Once you made your escape, you opened the message and wrote a reply. His response was almost immediate.

JUNGKOOKIE: VERY IMPORTANT.

You asked what happened.

JUNGKOOKIE: BAD.

Worry seeped into your heart, and you knew you couldn’t just sit back and wait for good news to suddenly slip its way into your messages. You returned to the table with a frown, ready to apologize.

“I have to go, something came up. Can we do this again?”

Hoseok’s face fell at first, but he quickly covered it with a smile and began to cook some of the meat on the BBQ. “Yeah; maybe next time, Jin will let me have the whole place so we can actually have alone time.”

“Thank you, Hoseok. I’ll text you.” You smiled faintly before rushing out to hail a cab, forcing the driver to take the fastest route possible and to almost break the speeding limit. When you finally did make it back to the apartment complex, you went to your own and found nothing. So you rose to the next floor and found Jungkook’s door slightly opened. Fear engulfed you, but reason emanated within you. You opened the phone app on your phone and dialed 119, thumb poised to press the call button. But there was never a need for it.

“Took you long enough.”

You almost dialed the police, and your heart had jumped out of your mouth.

“How was your date?” Jungkook leaned against the counter of his kitchen, his hand holding the towel he had been using to dry his hair. You noticed his chest could be seen through the white shirt he wore and forced yourself to keep his eyes on him. More specifically his own eyes, but every other second your eyes would flicker to his lips with the constant reminder that he kissed you.

Anger bubbled in your chest once again. Without a word.

“So what happened, Jungkook? I thought there was an emergency or something. Your door was open.”

“It is an emergency.”

“Really, because it sure doesn’t look like one? You’re more of an ass than you were this morning.”

“I’m an ass?”

“Yes, you coconut head ass.”

Jungkook smirked, pushing himself off the counter and moving towards you. At least that’s what you thought, but he moved past you to close the ajar door, locking it. “You came.”

“Because you’re my friend.” Jungkook’s eyes snapped towards yours and you felt some kind of fear.

“Friend? Is that it?”

“What do you expect me to say?”

“That you’ve been in love with me for as long as I have been in love with you? How about that?” He ran his hands furiously through his hair, messing up his bowl cut.

“You don’t love me,” you scoffed. He couldn’t have. “You’ve been sleeping with so many girls, that you might as well take over the Playboy Mansion. Jungkook, what’s wrong with you?”

He didn’t say anything. Instead, Jungkook placed his hands on your shoulders, nostrils flaring. You could suddenly feel his efforts wasted on the gym as he gripped you, so hard that it could bruise. It would bruise.

“Because all you see me as is the boy you fucking grew up with.”

“Jungkook-”

“And then your new boyfriend came around and called you. It tore me.” He exhaled deeply. “I’m selfish, Y/N. I want you. I want to kiss you, I want you to be mine, I want to fuck you. Make love to you.”

You opened your mouth to speak, but Jungkook interrupted you again.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered quietly, and he leaned down to make you level with him. His lips pressed against yours softly but grew intense gradually, forcing you to mold into him and open your own mouth and welcome his tongue. He had eaten the dinner you’d made him.

Jungkook’s hands roamed your body and you didn’t stop him. You grew warm everywhere he touched, and wet down under. He seemed to think you were unresponsive to his kiss because his teeth tugged on your lip. Somehow, it awakened your desire, and you finally realized that Jungkook was the reason you never made much of an effort to meet other guys. When his hands finally moved to cup your butt, you wrapped your legs around his waist and brought your arms around his neck, pulling him into you.

“I…” Jungkook broke the kiss, his eyes fluttering open. You moved your own lips to his neck and sucked on the skin at the base of his neck. “Fuck, Y/N,” he groaned out, and you noticed he was moving. You felt yourself fall into the softness of his bed, and Jungkook came to top you. His legs were on either side of your waist, and he seemed to hesitate.

“Finish what you started, Jungkook,” you almost snapped, your hands moving to pull off his white tee. He took the initiative to pull off your clothes as well, and all you could do was wait until all that was left was your panties. He looked down at you, his gaze like fire.

“Are you okay with this?”

“Jungkook…” His response was only a small hum. “Fuck me.” Your hands moved to his sweatpants and you reached between you both to unleash the member inside his underwear. He was big, so big you wondered if he’d fit.

“Y/N…” He groaned once again, but he leaned onto you, lips pressing butterfly kisses along your neck. I would, but… aren’t you a virgin?” Your breathing stopped as you processed what he said.

“Jungkook, way to ruin the moment.” You flipped the both you around until you were on top, and you yanked his clothes down. Without much effort, you were able to pull your own panties off and grip his dick once again. “Condom?”

Jungkook reached into the nightstand beside him, forehead glistening with sweat, and produced a small square package between his fingers.

“You’re already exhausted, huh, Kookie?” You rolled the condom onto him and raised yourself. For a second, you were unsure as to what you should do but decided that hesitation wouldn’t make anything happen. You brought his tip to your entrance and eased into him, and when you didn’t move, Jungkook took it upon himself to jerk forward. More than the pain, you felt the pleasure when he moved back.

“Sorry,” he whispered painfully. “Sorry,” he repeated again, and again.

“Fuck me,” you grunted, feeling him thrust and thrust with his arms on your waist to hold you steady. He thrusts were sporadic and came at different paces. When he thought you were getting used to the pace, he flipped you over and quickened or slowed, torturing you with pleasure. He bit his own lip, watching you with some unknown emotion evident in his eyes. You felt your chest tighten, and you reached out. Your hands took hold of his shoulders, and you let out a moan.

Jungkook grunted, an abrupt sound that scared you. “Y/N… I’m close.”

“What?” Your mind was hazy.

“I’m going to cum.”

“Shut u-” Before you could feel anything, you felt warmer from down under and you felt pushed over the edge, triggering your own release. “Wow,” you moaned, your body shaking as he Jungkook pulled out. You lay still on the bed and let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding and turned to see Jungkook pull off the condom and tie it, a white substance gathering inside. He tossed the condom into the trash can before coming back to look at you. His hands gripped your thighs and he pushed you so that you leaned against the headboard.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m not done with you,” he said huskily before his tongue flew out and he dipped his head. His nose bumped with your opening, as his tongue penetrated you once again. You thought about everything and nothing all at once, but the more prominent thought was, ‘wow’. A simple word. You gathered his hair in your fist and you tugged, wanting him to suck you out even more, and he slurped harder. You could feel another release, but before you could say anything, you felt yourself explode.

Jungkook moaned and slurped the substance, wiping his face clean. He smirked. “Beautiful, and you taste good.” You felt embarrassed and covered your face in agony, turning to the side with your body on display.

“Hey, Y/N.”

“What?”

“It’s my turn.”

“Shut up, Coconut Head.”

“What can I say, I’m selfish.”

“__! Welcome home! And Jin,” her voice got higher as she addressed him, throwing her arms up for a hug. Seokjin was much taller than her, almost bending at the knees to hug your mother. “Come, come; I’ve already started to place the dishes. I made your favorites, Seokjin-ah.”

Your mother was head over heels in love with the idea of Seokjin. But who were you kidding—so were you. Seokjin and you had announced your relationship to your mother just a month prior, but it didn’t seem like your mother was much surprised. It seemed everyone knew how deeply in love you were with your childhood best friend, all except him. And even now, you couldn’t really call this arrangement a relationship.

As you took a seat across from your brother, you began to recall how this whole situation came to be.

Your mother kept nagging and nagging. Not only that, but it seemed that everyone at work couldn’t let you forget. “I have never seen __ with a man. Do you know that? Not even the men on the sales floor approach her, and you know what kind of bastards they are.” Mina had been so boastful about the three flings she had a week. It didn’t bother you much, but when your boss brought it up, almost jokingly, it made you seem like a nun. “Don’t you want kids, ___? Don’t you want to experience love at your peak?” Of course, you did, but only one person could do. Unfortunately for you, Seokjin had been seeing someone. Seokjin and you had met when you were younger, a friend’s child of your mother, but you hadn’t talked much unless you counted running from each other and forcing him to play dolls with you. Your interest was piqued his first year of university while you yourself were in your junior year of high school; two years an age gap. Your mother had invited him over for dinner, and small talk wandered in the direction of you struggling with passing history and science. So apparently that was the solution here.

Seokjin became your tutor and you found out more and more about him, falling a little bit each day. As junior year came to a close, you learned the truth. Seokjin had been casually seeing someone—Namjoon.

“Oh, that’s unusual. Most people would name their daughters' something a bit more feminine.” That had been the first time you saw Jin blush, a rose color painting his cheeks and his ears reddening.

“Yeah that would be the case,” he let out a nervous chuckle, “If Namjoon was a girl. But… he isn’t.”

“Oh,” you said, your heart stung more than when he’d even mentioned his fling. “Oh. But you like him.”

“I… I do.” He shook his head before dropping it in his hands and then dragging his hands down his face in exasperation. “I think he might like me, too… but all we do is screw. What should I do?”

Well, I like you, you thought. What should I do? You shrugged off the devil on your shoulder and squatted before your year long crush.

“Who wouldn’t like you Seokjin, ask him out. Persistence is key. Things will work out.” But deep down you hoped they didn’t.

But they did. Seokjin grew the balls to officially ask him out two whole years later. Fast forward another two years and it seemed like they would never part ways. And you were happy to see Seokjin happy, it just pained you that you weren’t quite in his love-colored lenses. However, though you seemed to notice how deep in love the two were, that was only behind closed doors. Seokjin still hadn’t come out to anyone outside his mutual social circle nor his or your family. And as a mutual benefit, you and Seokjin were helping each other out.

“...And she knocked out, leaving me to watch the movie she picked out ALONE!” Seokjin caught your attention as he yelled out laughing, gaining a reaction from the rest of the table. His parents and your own were there, along with your brother, Kihyun.

Dinner dragged around, and when it was time to clear the plates, your mother requested your help in the kitchen. You stood, noticing Seokjin pull on his jacket.

“I have to go finish some paperwork at my office,” he explained to his own father. “I’ll come pick you up tomorrow,” he closed the space between you to press a kiss against your cheek before whispering, “I have a date with Namjoon in the next hour. Wish me luck.”

You forced a smile as he straightened and waved goodbye as he retreated to his actual lover.

God knew how much you hated going to gay clubs.Or rather, you hated going to gay clubs with the Namjin couple. It felt awkward knowing you were the only person without thoughts to hook up with a stranger, and even more so when Namjoon was grinding up against Seokjin. You envied him on another level.

You thought about just drinking until your mind couldn’t decipher who wasn’t Seokjin but knew that tomorrow’s work schedule wouldn’t permit you to stay home and nurse a hangover. So you sat there, a finger circling the rim as you thought about what to do. After a few minutes, you finally decided you would just go home. Go home early and finish some work that would reduce the next day’s workload.

With that in mind, you shot a text to Seokjin and Namjoon so they wouldn’t worry—if they did start to wonder where you had gone in the first place—and slipped a bill on the table before placing your glass atop it. With that, you called yourself a taxi and made your way out of the club to find yourself on the curb waiting. Couple after couple stumbled out, but no one said anything to your lonely silhouette.

When the taxi finally pulled up beside you, you told him your address before sinking into silence. Different thoughts consumed you, a great number of them revolving around the idea of your very beloved Kim Seokjin. You thought about his plump lips, his chiseled jaw, the way he smiled.

“Miss?”

“Hmm?”

“We have arrived. Here’s the price,” he pointed to the dashboard of the taxi, showing how much you’d have to pay for the ride. You frowned, torn from your thoughts as your shifted through your purse to pull out the money, thoughts eventually drifting to what you planned to—you’d left your work folder at Namjoon’s. You cursed yourself and withdrew your hand from the purse.

“Um, I’m sorry, but could we make another quick stop.” You bit your lip nervously, hating that you were forcing this man to do extra.

“As long as you’re paying me, it’s all right. It’s my job.” You were relieved he didn’t mind. The ride to Namjoon’s apartment was relatively short, and when you reached the parking lot, you reassured the taxi driver you’d be back right away, but he gave you a look that made you think he doubted you. So in return, you paid him the expenses for the ride so far before telling him you’d be back as soon as possible, to which he nodded as he shoved the money into his console.

Namjoon lived on the third floor of his apartment complex, sharing his place with a friend, or so you’d heard from Seokjin. You’d met him an entirety of three times, for when he just happened to meet up with the couple and you’d refused the invitation before of work. Upon arriving on the destined floor, you found the door to Namjoon’s home and rapped your knuckle against it three times. You waited before trying again, and when you were sure no one would be there to open the door, you moved the potted plant from off the welcome mat and lifted to find the key decorated to somewhat blend in with the floor’s hardwood paneling.

The key twisted in the lock, producing a click and allowing you to push the door open. The lights were out and you nodded to yourself silently before walking over to the living area, finding the work folder nowhere in sight.

“I was sure I left it here,” you muttered to yourself before pressing a finger to your temple and thinking.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

You gasped and turned to find a figure leaning against the door’s frame. One hand seemed to be hidden behind your back and you raised your hands to show you were no threat.

“Uh, Jungkook? Is that you?” Your voice was shaky. You were a little scared, that you could admit, but you were mostly shocked you’d been caught.

“Who are you?”

“I’m __, Seokjin’s friend. I, uh, I left something here earlier so I told Namjoon I’d pick it up before going home.” Only you hadn’t told Namjoon, but you were sure that it wasn’t of any importance. What mattered was that you weren’t a burglar or anything, and you hoped Jungkook would release that defensive stance of his, leaning forward and holding his hand behind his back as if he had a weapon to use against you.

“__, huh? We met once, right?”

“Uh,” you hesitated. “Yeah. A few times actually.”

Jungkook nodded in the dark before stepping forward, the sound of his footsteps eerily loud in the quiet room. “What are you looking for?”

He finally presented himself to you, seemingly comfortable with your presence as he flicked on the lights. When he turned, you saw the outline of a rolled paper in his back pocket, probably what he had been grasping behind his back. “Hello?”

“Huh,” you looked up to meet his gaze.

“What did you leave?”

“Oh, um, my work folder. It’s navy blue, about this big,” you indicated by leaving an inch of space between your index finger and thumb.

“I picked that up earlier; thought it was Hyung's,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair as he thought about where exactly he put it. “Okay, I’ll be right back.” He gave you another quick glance before disappearing from view in what was Namjoon’s room, coming back a few minutes later with the exact folder you had described.

“Thank you,” you bowed a bit in appreciation before walking towards the door, almost forgetting you still had the key. “Sorry, I used this to get in. Tell Namjoon thanks as well.”

“__.” His voice was low, and you probably wouldn’t have heard him if not for the otherwise silence of the room.

“Yes?”

“I’ll walk you out,” he shook his head, hair flopping ever so slightly with the vigorous movement. He led the way down to the elevator and pressed the button to descend, waiting in silence for all of three minutes. You only noticed the time because you were constantly checking how long you’d be able to manage without sleep in order to make it to work in time for the next morning.

“Did you drive here?”

“No, I called a taxi. I asked them to wait.”

“Was it expensive?” It seemed he was trying to keep small talk for the sake of avoiding awkwardness, but the awkward tension was all you could breathe as he asked question after question.

“Not really, but I did end up asking him to drive me here after we’d already arrived at my house. When we stopped here,” you began to ramble a bit, rushing your words, “The guy looked at me like I was going to run and pay. I wouldn’t put it past him to run after me.” You tried to laugh, add a humorous glint to your words, but it came out as more of a cough.

“He probably wouldn’t.” Jungkook shrugged and grabbed at the strings of his hoodie.

The elevator stopped at the ground floor with a ding and you stepped out, ready to thank him for following you out, but he had gotten out, too.

“What,” he asked when your gaze lingered just a second too long. “I said I’d walk you out, didn’t I?”

“I, uh—yeah.” You flicked your hair over your shoulder and led the way outside, past the glass doors of the apartment complex and towards the yellow taxi, the driver sitting in patience as he scrolled through an app on his phone.

“I’ll see you around, __.”

You nodded and gave him your thanks before slipping into the driver, expressing gratitude for not driving off without you.

“Oh, driver!” Jungkook rushed to the driver’s door, resting a hand on it. “I’m sure this will cover the ride?” Jungkook produced a large bill and gave a huge smile.

“No, I can pay myself,” you straightened in your seat as you realized what was happening. A half-smile, half-smirk played on his lips as if he knew something you didn’t, and you furrowed your eyebrows together. The first time you actually spoke to the guy and he was paying for your taxi ride.

“I know you can, __. But this gives us more of a reason to meet again; treat me to breakfast sometime.”

“I--”

“I’ll call you,” and he stalked off with nothing more than a wink and a wave, not sparing another glance even as you called after him.