#kncri

05/14/2017

You turned to look at him, your eyes meeting his, and for a moment, everything else just… stopped. Your heart was racing so fast it felt like it might actually burst, the kind of pounding that made it impossible to think straight. His dark eyes held yours, steady and unblinking, like they were pulling you in, and you couldn’t look away even if you wanted to.

He took a step closer, then another, until the space between you seemed to disappear. Your chest felt tight, your palms sweaty, but all you could focus on was him. The way the wind lightly tousled his hair, the way his gaze dropped. slowly, deliberately, to your lips.

And then it happened.

His lips pressed softly against yours, and for a second, you froze. Time stood still, the world fell silent, and it was just you two. Your breath caught, your mind raced. was this really happening? But when you felt the warmth of his lips move gently against yours, all that nervous energy melted into something softer, something warmer.

It was sweet and a little hesitant, like you were both trying to figure this out together. He sucked gently on your upper lip, and you shyly returned the kiss, your heart flipping over itself with every second. It felt like fireworks and butterflies and free falling all at once, everything you’d ever imagined and more.

When he finally pulled back, your whole body was buzzing. You were lightheaded, breathless, and completely overwhelmed in the best way possible. His lips were a little swollen, his cheeks slightly flushed as he smiled at you.

“Are you blushing?” he asked, his voice soft but teasing.

You couldn’t even speak. Your cheeks burned, and you could feel the heat spreading all the way to your ears.

“You’re so cute,” he said, letting out a soft laugh, and your insides went wild.

This was it. the moment you’d dreamed about for so long. The kiss, the timing, the way the breeze danced around you, it was perfect. It was everything. Your first kiss with Jungkook, your long. time crush, and it couldn’t have been more magical.

You wanted to kiss him again, but your chest was already so full of emotions you thought it might explode. So you just stood there, staring at him with a smile you couldn’t hold back, and hoped he could see just how much that moment meant to you.

You wanted to kiss him again, but you’re afraid of what more could happen, so you just stood there, staring at him with a smile you couldn’t hold back, and just hoped he was as genuine as you were, as the truth that speaks louder in the silence between you.

“Hey, Jungkook!” Jimin yells, almost laughing as he calls him back, snapping him out of the moment. Jungkook quickly drops his hands from your waist to his sides.

“Oh- uh, I gotta go…” he mumbles, lips curling into a smile before walking off to join his friends. You wave him off, fingers brushing your lips, eyes still lit up like you can still feel his kiss lingering there.

Later that night, you're curled up in your room, watching your favorite movie Flipped, that same soft smile still stuck on your face since earlier.

“Heeyyy…” You quickly pause the TV at the sound of your sister’s voice. Rose steps in with her usual teasing grin.

“Hey- hi!” you reply quickly, the glow still written all over your face.

“Heard someone got her first kiss today... and by her crush!” she squeals, plopping down at the edge of your bed with her signature smirk.

“Well… yeah,” you admit, eyes dropping shyly to your lap, your hands fidgeting.

“My lil’ sis is not so lil’ anymore,” she pouts playfully. “Did you like it, though?”

“Like it?” your voice drops to a whisper before you beam. “I loved it.”

Suddenly, you notice your mom in the doorway, laundry in her arms, curiosity in her eyes. “Our Y/N-ie got her first kiss?” she gasps, a soft smile spreading across her face. “Oh gosh… please don’t tell your dad. He might set up a full-on interrogation.”

You giggle, and both your mom and sister join in. “He definitely will,” Rose laughs. “That’s what he did with Namjoon...”

You all laugh, thinking back to that day. Namjoon standing awkwardly in the living room, dressed like he was heading into a board meeting. White button-up, a tie, blazer and trousers… honestly, a smart choice to meet your dad.

“What are your intentions with my daughter?” your dad asked, arms crossed, his voice deep and serious.

“Uhm... I- I have no bad intentions with your daughter, sir… I want to be her boyfriend,” Namjoon replied, his hands fidgeting under the table, leg bouncing nervously.

“Interesting choice of words, Namjoon.” Your dad leaned back slightly. Namjoon blinked, unsure if he passed or failed.

“What’s your major?”

“Poli sci, sir…”

“And your dream job?”

“Im going to be a lawyer.”

Your dad finally smiled, relaxing into his chair. “Good to know at least my daughter knows how to pick men.”

“And I hope you won’t be one of her boytoys,” he added with a grin, throwing a glance toward Rose, who groaned and burst into laughter with you.

Now, sitting beside you again, Rose nudges your side. “Guess it’s your turn now…”

“I… I don’t even know if he likes me back,” you admit softly, your fingers fiddling with your sleeves.

“Oh dear,” your mom says, sitting on the bed beside you. “A boy who kisses you like that? How could he not like you?”

“Plus,” Rose adds, “you’re smart, you’re pretty, and you’re so thoughtful and understanding.”

“I don’t know… I just… I’m scared,” you whisper.

“And why is that?” Rose asks, still smiling.

“It’s my first love, you know? I still cry watching romcoms... Am I even ready for love?”

Your mom reaches out, gently holding your hand. “You don’t need to rush it. But if you ever choose him... just remember this.” She glances at Rose with a soft smile. “I told your sister this when she got her first kiss, and now it’s your turn.”

She squeezes your hand gently. “it’s not love if you question it. If a boy makes you wonder whether he loves you or not- it’s not love. Don’t settle. Just leave. Choose yourself and choose what you’re feeling.”

Her smile deepens. “If a man really loves you, he’ll show you, let you feel it, let you hear it. Remember that.”

You sit there, cross-legged on the bed, quiet in thought as the warmth of their words wraps around you.

“I won’t bother your romcom time anymore,” Rose says, standing. “Come on, mom.”

They leave the room with soft smiles and full hearts, closing the door behind them.

And yet... your mind still drifts back to him.

The kiss.

You felt a kiss

You shushed the voices in your head full of questions… “it’s just a kiss… i shouldn’t… question it anymore- that’s already the answer..” i think to myself smiling.

The next day you were walking in the hallways of the school as you walk past by Jungkook alone.

“Hey!” he comes closer to you, his hands inside his pockets as if to ground himself.

“Hey!” you smile shyly and awkwardly, lips pressed together.

“So… we alright?” he asks, offering his hand for a handshake.

I didn't know whether I was dreaming or not.

“Sure…” I breathe out, accepting his handshake, staying there frozen in place, grinning ear to ear. Everything zooming out but Jungkook, who was right in front of me.

“Kook!-oh…” Jimin calls Jungkook, snapping me back to reality. Why does Jimin have to ruin everything?? Every time??

Jimin’s smile fades slowly, glancing at me and Jungkook’s hands together.

“Uh-” Jimin clears his throat. “The guys are calling you… and-” he looks at me before walking away with Jungkook. “Nothing…” Jimin mumbles under his breath as they both walk away, leaving me there, my hands waving at the air like a fucking weirdo until I felt someone tap my shoulder, startling me.

“God! Jihyo! You- you can’t just scare me like that!” I exclaim as she looks at me confused.

“Okay… why did I just see you with the Jeon Jungkook?” she teases, chuckling.

“Stop it! He might hear you…” I shush her up as we head to class.

-

You open your locker slower than usual, fingers tracing the edge of your books, your mind still stuck on that handshake. That tiny, stupid handshake. Why was it kind of cute?? Why was it playing on repeat in your head like a song you didn’t even mean to like??

You stuff your things in your bag, walking toward the gates when you spot him… Jungkook. alone, leaned back against the brick wall, one foot resting behind him like he’s in a magazine ad or something.

What. Is. Life.

He glances up, catching your eye, and- oh god… he smiles.

You feel your brain short-circuit as he walks up to you, backpack lazily hanging off one shoulder.

“Hey,” he says, voice low like it’s a secret.

“Hey,” you reply, heart pounding again. It needs to calm down.

“You uh… taking the bus?” he asks, almost too casually.

“No, waiting for my sister,” you say, not realizing your voice dropped too soft, too quick.

He nods, then just… stands there. Right next to you. No words, no movement, just… breathing.

You don’t even know what to do with your arms.

“I had fun… yesterday,” he says after a beat, looking straight ahead.

You blink. “What?”

He looks at you now. “The kiss. It was nice.”

He shrugs like it’s no big deal. Like he didn’t just launch you into mars with that sentence.

“Oh,” you say, trying not to combust. “Yeah… me too...

Then it’s silent again. He shuffles a bit, kicking at the gravel.

“Maybe we could… hang out sometime?” he says, not looking at you. “Like just us.”

You swear your soul left your body.

“Yeah. I’d like that.”

He nods, then turns around and walks off like he didn’t just casually throw that out there and walk away like a movie character. You just stand there, frozen. Eyes wide. Still. Processing.

Your phone buzzes. Rose is here.

You walk toward the car, legs jelly, stomach upside down. You slide into the passenger seat and Rose raises a brow at you.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

You stare straight ahead. “I think I just got asked out. Kind of. Not really. I don’t even know.”

She chuckles. “Teenage girl problems.”

You smile, biting your lip. “Best kind of problems.”

-

The next few days passes by… you two started whispering “hey”s between desks. Nothing official, nothing loud. Just glances. Just stolen little things that feel bigger than they are.

Today, it was a shared smile across the cafeteria.

Yesterday, it was him brushing past you and whispering, “You smell good.”

The day before that, he texted you a heart. Just a heart. No context.

You screen-recorded it anyway.

okay… can you blame me??

It’s Friday now. After school. Rose had to stay late for some club thing with namjoon and your parents are out, so you’re just… walking. You don’t even know where. And you ended up near the basketball court… mostly empty except for a few guys tossing a ball around.

You’re about to turn back when you hear your name.

“Y/N!”

You blink.

It’s Jungkook.

Of course it is.

He jogs over, hair a little messy, hoodie tied around his waist, that one strand of hair falling over his eyes like he’s in some kind of daydream.

“What are you doing here?” he asks, still catching his breath.

You shrug. “Just walking. Rose ditched me.”

He smiles. “Come sit?”

And like you even had the strength to say no.

So you follow him, sitting on the far end of the court, away from everyone. The sun’s setting, warm and gold and a little too romantic for your own good. He tosses his water bottle down and stretches out his legs like he owns the sky.

He looks at you. “You ever think about leaving?”

You turn to him. “Leaving?”

“Yeah… like, just getting out of here. Going somewhere far. Starting fresh.”

You pause. “All the time.”

He hums. “Same.”

Silence.

“I like this,” he says suddenly.

You turn your head, blinking. “What?”

“This,” he repeats, nodding toward you. “Talking to you. Being with you. It’s easy.”

You don’t even know what to say. You’re trying not to stare too hard, not to read too much into it. But your heart is racing anyway.

He nudges your shoulder lightly. “Don’t overthink it.”

Too late.

You smile instead. “I won’t.”

But you will. God, you will

You just sit there for a while, quiet, watching the way the sky changes. You don’t say anything else because you don’t know what else to say. Your brain’s just looping “I like this” in his voice over and over and over.

And then you feel it.

His pinky brushes against yours.

You swear you almost forget how to breathe.

He doesn’t grab your hand or anything… just lets his pinky rest next to yours, barely touching. And it’s stupid. It’s so small. But you feel like you might melt right into the concrete.

You sneak a glance at him, and he’s not even looking at you. Just sipping water like it’s nothing. Like your heart isn’t trying to claw out of your chest.

“Do you wanna hang out tomorrow?” he asks, like it’s casual. Like it’s just… something people say.

“Like- hang out?” you repeat, immediately wanting to hit yourself.

He chuckles. “Yeah. You. Me. Something chill.”

You nod way too fast. “Yeah. Sure. Chill.”

Cool. Casual. Chill. What even is chill.

“Cool,” he says, and then he stands up, dusting his pants off, like you didn’t just share the most emotionally overwhelming moment of your entire life.

He picks up his bottle, slings his hoodie over his shoulder, and looks at you again.

“I’ll text you,” he says with a little grin.

You just sit there like a mannequin, nodding, lips pressed together like if you open your mouth you’ll say something stupid like “I’m naming our future children in my head.”

maybe jun-ho would be nice… or lila? okay… i should stop.

When he walks away, you wait a full ten seconds before letting out the breath you didn’t realize you were holding. And then you lay back on the court, arms sprawled out, heart going completely feral.

What the hell was that.

What is this.

What is happening.

And why do you feel like you’re floating and dying at the same time.

This has to be what first love feels like.

Right?

BAM!

A basketball hits you square on the leg.

You jolt up, nearly falling sideways, blinking at the sudden reality check.

“Shit- sorry!” one of the guys on the court yells, jogging over to grab the ball.

You wave him off, cheeks warm, laughing awkwardly. “It’s okay!”

As if the universe really said ‘snap out of it, girl.’

You dust yourself off, pick up your bag, and start heading home. still slightly dazed. Every few steps you keep glancing at your phone like it might magically light up. And then it actually does.

But it’s just your sister. Outside.

Later that night, you’re in bed. In your comfiest shirt. Lying there staring at the ceiling like an idiot. A smile stuck to your face like it's glued on.

You can’t even explain it.

It’s not just happiness. It’s more like… this floaty feeling in your chest. Like your heart is blushing. Like you’re glowing from the inside out.

Your stomach flips every time you replay it in your head. Every word. Every look. Every almost.

There’s no better way to put it.

You feel like you're falling.

Your phone buzzes.

You sit up way too fast.

jeon jungkook: you home yet?

You stare at the screen for a second before replying. Don’t be weird. Don’t be weird.

you: yeah just got in bed lol

A pause. Then:

jeon jungkook: i had fun talking to you today.

you: me too :’)

He starts typing. Stops. Starts again. You stare at the dots like they owe you something.

jeon jungkook: you’re really easy to talk to. i like that.

Your heart goes crazy. Like full-blown fireworks-in-your-throat kind of crazy.

you: aw… really? i was so nervous the whole time lol

jeon jungkook: why nervous?

you: idk. it’s you.

jeon jungkook: is that a good thing or a bad thing lol

you: good. i think. i don’t know.

You bury your face in your pillow. You’re gonna combust.

jeon jungkook: you’re cute when you’re awkward

you: i’m always awkward

jeon jungkook: yeah so you’re always cute then

You stop breathing for a second. You literally stop breathing.

you: shut uppp 😭

He sends a laughing emoji. Then a heart. Just one.

You screenshot it immediately and pretend you didn’t.

Then the texts keep coming:

You talk about random things.

Childhood. Songs you like. Teachers you both hate.

He tells you his favorite movie is Spirited Away because “the music makes everything feel like a dream.”

You tell him you cried watching A Silent Voice.

He tells you he cried too.

You pretend not to be shocked by that.

jeon jungkook: do you believe in soulmates?

You stare at that one for a long time.

you: idk. maybe. do you?

jeon jungkook: yeah. not always in a romantic way though.

you: what do you mean?

jeon jungkook: like some people are just meant to pass through your life and change you. even if they don’t stay.

You read it three times.

You don’t know what to say, so you just send:

you: that’s actually really beautiful.

jeon jungkook: yeah

You stare at your phone. Blinking. Breathing way too hard. What does that even mean. What are you supposed to do with that.

You don’t reply right away. You can’t. So you send:

you: you’re confusing sometimes

jeon jungkook: i know. i confuse myself too

And that feels like the most honest thing he’s said all night.

The clock says 2:43 AM.

you: we should sleep

jeon jungkook: probably lol

jeon jungkook: but i don’t really want to

You smile at your screen like a loser.

you: same

jeon jungkook: goodnight y/n

jeon jungkook: for real this time

you: goodnight jungkook

❤️

You turn your phone off and hug it to your chest. Your face is burning. Your heart won’t sit still.

It’s too much. But it’s also not enough.

Whatever this is…

You're already too deep.

You weren’t sure what to expect.

the next day he just texted “pick you up at 8. wear something cute.”

You stared at your closet for a full hour.

In the end, you went with a white fitted shirt, a brown plaid mini skirt.

Tights. Small boots. Just enough makeup just to look pretty for him.

You wrap your arms around yourself when the wind hits your arms. It’s cold. Of course it’s cold.

And then you hear the soft hum of an engine pulling up outside.

You peek through the blinds.

Motorbike, Of course.

You step out into the night, pulling your sleeves down even though it doesn’t help.

Jungkook takes one look at you and blinks. Like his brain short-circuits for a second.

“Damn,” he says under his breath.

You raise a brow, smirking slightly. “What?”

“You look good,” he mutters, shaking his head like he’s trying to snap out of it.

Then he notices you hugging yourself and sighs.

“Here.”

He shrugs off his black bomber jacket and hands it to you. “You’ll freeze otherwise.”

You hesitate, just for a second.

“You sure?”

“Yeah,” he says, smiling. “I’ll survive.”

You slide it on. It’s warm. Smells like him. You try not to think about it too much.

He helps you onto the back of his bike, tells you to hold on tight. You do.

The ride is fast, loud, freezing, but all you can think about is the way his jacket wraps around you like a second skin.

You expect somewhere quiet. Maybe a view. A late night walk. Something... small.

But then the neon lights hit your eyes.

A club. a fucking club.

Your heart drops just a little.

“This is it,” he says, grinning.

You force a smile. “Cool.”

You step inside and it’s already too much. The lights. The sweat. The sound. You’ve been to a club before but it’s not your thing. And this… isn’t what you expected.

You thought it was gonna be just you two.

Like he said.

And then you see them.

Taehyung, and jimin

Jimin glances over the rim of his glass when he sees you.

He doesn’t say anything. Just stares.

You look away first.

Taehyung waves Jungkook over and suddenly you’re left standing near the bar, still in his jacket, trying not to look like you feel out of place.

Jungkook turns to you. “You want anything to drink?”

You nod, even though you’re not sure what you want.

You just don’t want to feel this.

You thought this night was gonna feel special. Quiet. Yours.

Instead, it feels like an afterthought.

Jimin passes by again, brushing past you, and for a second your eyes meet.

There’s something there. Something unspoken.

But he just downs his drink and keeps walking.

You hold onto your glass tighter. Sip slower. Try to convince yourself this is fine.

That you’re fine.

This wasn’t the first time you drank.

It’s just the first time it tasted more like disappointment than anything else.

The music gets louder. Or maybe your head just feels heavier.

You swirl your straw around the melting ice in your drink, trying to ground yourself, trying not to look like you’re checking the door every two minutes.

Jungkook’s across the room now. laughing with Taehyung about something, Jimin sitting between them like a ghost.

You catch Jungkook’s eyes for a second and smile softly.

He smiles back. But it’s not the kind that reaches his eyes.

It’s quick. Too quick.

You don’t know how long you’ve been sitting there. Fifteen minutes? Twenty? The drink’s warm now. Your tights feel itchy. His jacket is still draped around you like a safety blanket, but even that’s starting to feel a little heavy.

Then suddenly he’s back. Right in front of you.

“You good?” he asks, voice low.

You nod way too fast. “Yeah. Mhm. Just- loud in here.”

He doesn’t say anything for a second. Just looks at you.

Really looks.

And then without a word, he turns and walks back to the booth. Grabs his stuff. His phone. His keys.

Leans down to Taehyung. “We’re heading out.”

Taehyung raises an eyebrow but just nods.

Jimin doesn’t say anything at first, just lifts his head lazily from Taehyung’s shoulder and blinks at you.

Then his eyes drop to the jacket you’re still wearing.

Jungkook’s jacket.

And it’s like something shifts in his expression for a split second before he looks away again.

“Come on,” Jungkook says, holding his hand out for your drink so he can toss it. “Let’s go.”

You stand up slowly, heartbeat too loud in your chest. You’re not even sure why. It’s not like you asked him to leave. But he noticed. And he left with you.

Outside, the cold air hits your legs instantly and you hug the jacket closer to your body, biting the inside of your cheek as you walk with him toward the bike.

“Are you sure it’s okay?” you ask softly, looking up at him. “I mean… we both drank…”

He swings a leg over the bike and glances back at you, that half-grin forming again. “I’m fine. I didn’t drink that much. You okay getting on?”

You nod, trying not to look too excited.

You’re still not used to the way your heart acts around him. Like it’s permanently offbeat.

You wrap your arms around his waist again as he starts the bike, the sound of the engine low and steady. The wind is cold, sharp against your skin, but the warmth of his jacket helps. The ride is quieter this time. Less thrill, more calm. You lean your cheek against his back and close your eyes for a second.

You don’t even realize where you’re going until the sound changes.

Until it’s quieter, No music, No cars.

Just waves.

He parks near the edge of a small, rocky path that leads down to the beach. It’s dark, but the moon’s bright enough to light the way.

He helps you off the bike and nods toward the sand.

“Come on.”

You hesitate, then follow him down.

The beach is empty. Of course it is.

No one else thought to come here tonight.

You slip off your boots at the edge of the sand, carrying them by the straps as you walk. The wind tugs at your hair, cold and sharp, but it feels better here. You feel lighter. Freer.

Jungkook doesn’t say anything at first. Just walks with you. A little ahead. A little beside.

Then he drops down in the sand and pats the spot next to him.

You sit. Hug your knees. The bomber jacket feels huge on you now. You let it.

“Didn’t think clubs were your thing,” he says suddenly, gaze on the water.

You blink. “They’re not.”

He lets out a breath, almost like a laugh. “Should’ve figured.”

You don’t answer right away. Just watch the waves roll in and out. You wish you could bottle this moment. This feeling. It’s nothing big. Just quiet. But it feels like everything.

“I just thought maybe… you’d like it,” he adds. “The noise. The energy.”

“I like this better,” you say, almost in a whisper.

He glances over.

You glance down.

He picks up a handful of sand and lets it fall between his fingers. “Next time, I’ll ask first.”

You smile. “Next time?”

He smirks. “If you want.”

You nod. “Yeah. I do.”

It’s silent again. But it’s not awkward. It’s the kind of silence that makes your chest feel full.

You’re still hugging your knees when he looks at you again. Really looks.

“You’re different,” he says.

Your brows knit. “Different?”

He nods, slow. “Not in a bad way. Just… I don’t know. You make everything feel slower.”

You try not to read too much into it. But your heart’s already holding onto every word.

“You make everything feel like… not everything has to be loud all the time,” he says.

You don’t know what to say to that. So you just whisper, “You do too.”

He leans back on his elbows, legs stretched out, face tilted toward the stars.

You lean beside him.

And for a while, neither of you say anything. You just listen to the ocean. The wind. The sound of being somewhere that isn’t pretending.

The breeze picks up, brushing over your legs, and you shiver just a little, hugging your knees closer.

You glance over at Jungkook. He’s still leaned back, eyes on the stars like he’s trying to memorize something. The quiet stretches, but not in a bad way. Just… in a way that feels like breathing.

Your gaze shifts to the shoreline. waves rolling in slow and lazy. The kind of waves that ask to be touched.

Your legs itch to move. The tights are starting to feel weird and clingy, and honestly? You just want to feel the water.

You sit up, slipping off the jacket for just a second to pull at the waistband of your tights. You wiggle out of them awkwardly, trying to be subtle, but Jungkook notices. He blinks, then laughs softly.

“You stripping already?” he teases, raising a brow.

You throw your tights at him. “Shut up.”

He catches them and holds them up like a trophy. “Damn. First my jacket, now this?”

You roll your eyes, standing barefoot in the sand. “I just wanna feel the water.”

“You’re gonna freeze.”

“Then I’ll blame you,” you say, already stepping toward the waves, the cold sand squishing under your toes.

He watches you for a second, amused. “You’re actually serious.”

You glance back over your shoulder. “You coming or what?”

And that’s all it takes.

He stands up, kicks off his shoes, jogs toward you with that stupid grin, and suddenly you’re both running toward the shoreline like kids.

The water hits your ankles and it’s so cold you scream, backing up instinctively, but laughing the whole time.

Jungkook charges forward, splashing into it like a maniac. “Come on, it’s not that bad!”

“You’re insane,” you laugh, hugging yourself.

He turns to face you, water swirling around his legs, hair messy from the wind. “Just try it.”

You take a shaky breath, then run in anyway. squealing as the cold hits your skin, hands flailing as you splash toward him.

You don’t know how long you stay out there. Ten minutes? Twenty? The cold stops mattering. You’re wet, laughing, breathless, and everything feels like it’s glowing from the inside out.

At one point he reaches for your hand, spinning you around, your feet sinking into the sand as you laugh too hard to care how ridiculous you look.

Then he lets go. too fast, and you stumble forward, catching yourself on his chest.

For a second, neither of you move.

His hands come up, gently holding your arms.

Your breath catches.

Your fingers curl into his shirt without meaning to.

You look up and He looks down at you.

It’s quiet again and your heart does that thing where it feels too full.

But then he pulls away, rubbing the back of his neck with a soft laugh. “You’re freezing.”

You sniff, pretending you’re not disappointed. “It’s fine. I’m used to poor life decisions.”

He laughs, and you both trudge back to the sand, wet and cold and completely alive.

Eventually, the cold starts to sink into your skin again. the kind that makes your fingertips sting a little. You both stop talking. You’re just sitting there, his jacket wrapped around you like a hug you didn’t know you needed.

“We should probably head back,” Jungkook says, his voice quieter now.

You nod slowly. You don’t want the night to end. But your legs are still wet and freezing, and the stars won’t wait forever.

By the time you’re back at the bike, your tights are still bunched up in your bag. You awkwardly try to put them back on, stumbling a little as you hop around on one foot.

“Here,” Jungkook says, crouching down in front of you. “Let me.”

He helps you with your boots carefully pulling them on over your tights like it’s the most natural thing in the world. His hands are warm. Steady.

You don’t say anything. You just watch him. Memorize the way his brows furrow slightly when he’s focused. The way he doesn’t say a word, just helps.

Once you're back on the bike, your hands grip his jacket tight around your waist. You think he’s going to ask for it back once you get home.

But he doesn’t.

The ride is quiet. The kind of quiet that fills you up instead of making you feel alone.

When you pull into your driveway, the porch light is still off, but another car is parked nearby.

You squint.

It’s Namjoon’s car.

You barely step off the bike before the front door opens.

Namjoon and Rose are just getting home.

He’s in one of his classic boyfriend-material outfits. button-up, cardigan, black jeans.

She’s in a mini skirt, of course.

Wearing skirts runs in your blood, apparently.

They both pause in the driveway, watching.

Jungkook steps closer to you, hands still in his pockets.

“I’ll text you when I get home,” he says softly.

And before you can reply, he leans in. presses the softest, warmest kiss to your cheek.

Then one on your lips. Gentle. Like a promise.

Your heart absolutely cracks.

“Goodnight,” he says. A little smile pulling at the corner of his lips.

You just stand there. Completely still.

Namjoon raises an eyebrow.

Rose doesn’t even hide her smirk.

Jungkook gets back on his bike, gives you one last look, then drives off. his tail light fading down the street like the ending to a movie.

You’re still standing there, frozen, your fingers gripping the hem of the bomber jacket like it’s holding you together.

Your other hand comes up to your mouth, trying to hide your smile.

But it’s no use.

It’s already spilling out.

You wake up with your phone still in your hand. Screen dark, battery almost dead. But the second you plug it in, it lights up:

jeon jungkook: home safe :) sleep well, y/n.

You don’t even answer right away. You just stare at it, blinking slowly, your heart doing flips under your blanket.

You can still feel where he kissed you.

You can still smell the ocean.

You can still feel his jacket around your shoulders like it belongs there.

Everything feels light. Too light. Like you’re floating.

You hug your pillow and let out the softest, most embarrassing squeal into it. Quiet enough not to wake anyone. Loud enough to feel it in your toes.

You sit in the backseat of Namjoon’s car, legs crossed, chin resting against your hand, eyes staring out the window like you’re in a music video. The bomber jacket is still on. of course it is. You didn’t even think about leaving it at home.

Rose turns around from the passenger seat, eyebrows already raised, and you can feel her staring at you.

“So…” she says, dragging out the word. “You and lover boy disappeared last night.”

You blink slowly. “We just… left early.”

“Right,” she says, smirking. “Early. Sure.”

Namjoon glances at you through the rearview mirror. “Was that a kiss I saw at the doorstep?”

Your mouth opens and closes. “I-”

“She had that look, Joon,” Rose says, turning back around, kicking her feet up on the dash like it’s the most casual thing in the world. “The 'I got kissed and I feel like im in a romcom movie' look.”

You bury your face in your hands. “Oh my god.”

Namjoon chuckles. “Just saying. Looked like a goodnight kiss to me.”

“It was,” Rose sings. “On the lips. Like real kiss. Not a high school cheek-peck. We saw everything.”

“You guys are literally the worst,” you mumble.

“Correction,” Rose says, turning back to look at you again, “I’m your older sister. This is in the job description.”

You pull the jacket tighter around you. “Can we not make this a thing, please?”

Namjoon laughs under his breath. “Too late.”

Rose tilts her head, softening just a little. “So? Are you okay?”

You blink. “What?”

“Just making sure,” she says. “You know. That this feels good. That it feels right.”

You pause.

It does.

At least… it did.

You nod slowly. “Yeah. I’m okay.”

Rose studies you for a second longer before smiling. “Good. You deserve the slow, sweet kind of love, okay? Don’t let some boy turn it into chaos.”

Namjoon hums. “Says the girl who made me wait four months before letting me hold her hand.”

“Character development,” she says simply, then turns around again.

You rest your head against the window, jacket zipped up to your chin.

Still warm.

Still smelling like salt and safety and something that almost feels like love.

Namjoon pulls up in front of school, the engine idling.

“Text me if you want a ride home,” Rose says, waving lazily.

You smile, grabbing your bag. “Thanks. Love you.”

“Tell lover boy I said hi,” Namjoon calls out just as you shut the door.

You walk into school with your heart in your throat and his jacket on your shoulders.

You carry the bomber jacket all morning like it weighs something more than it should.

Folded neatly over your arm, pressed against your side, still warm somehow. You didn’t wear it today. part of you thought maybe he’d want it back. That maybe you’d see him, smile, hand it over, and he’d say something like “Keep it a little longer.”

But you haven’t seen him yet.

Not really.

You did see the back of his head in the courtyard before first period.

He was with a bunch of people. Loud. Laughing.

You walked a little faster. Heart picking up.

“Jungkook!”

You said it loud enough for him to hear.

You swear you did.

But he didn’t turn around.

Didn’t look.

Didn’t even pause.

And you stood there for a second, jacket clutched to your chest, like maybe someone had pressed pause on your life.

Then you shook it off.

Maybe he didn’t hear you, Maybe it was just too loud.

Maybe.

Later, you were walking into the gym, jacket in hand, when you spotted Jungkook near the basket.

“Hey!” you waved, lifting the bomber jacket slightly in greeting.

Without missing a beat, he leaned in and kissed you on the lips before even saying hi.

You swear your heart dropped right into your stomach. soft and heavy and fluttering all at once.

“Are you sure you want me to keep this…?” you asked, holding the jacket up.

“Mhm… want you to keep it. Looks good on you,” he smiled, taking it gently from your hands just to slip it back over your shoulders himself. His hands rested there for a moment, patting them softly, like he was really taking in the sight.

“Wanna stay here in the gym for a bit?” he asked, already sitting down and patting the floor beside him.

And of course you do.

You sit, legs stretched out beside his, still warm in his jacket, still trying to keep your heart from jumping out of your chest.

“I really liked last night…” he says after a second, his eyes flickering down to your lips.

“I liked it too…” you smile back, cheeks already heating up.

But then

Jimin.

You didn’t notice him until he was already there, grabbing a ball from the basket. You were too caught up in everything right in front of you. Too caught up in Jungkook. How can you notice him when the jeon jungkook is right infront of you??

Jimin’s gaze lingered. Longer than it should’ve.

Maybe he was wondering what it would be like if he were in Jungkook’s place.

Or maybe he was thinking about how you’d react if you ever found out the truth.

That your first kiss… was a dare.

Maybe this whole thing still is.

But that’s up to Jungkook. If he means it.

And Jimin… he knows the truth.

After all he’s the one who dared him in the first place anyway.

Before Jungkook could even pull you in again, Jimin had already turned and walked out fast, like he couldn’t take it.

But you didn’t notice that either.

Because all you could feel was Jungkook. His hands. His mouth.

Everything around you slowed the second he pressed his lips back onto yours. One hand behind your head, the other sliding down to your waist, pulling you into him. And you kissed him back, a little braver this time—tongue brushing against his, soft, slow, just testing.

He let you.

He opened his lips more, let you take control.

He reached for your hand on the floor and brought it to his neck, making you wrap your arms around him. Pulling you closer. Closer. Until you could barely breathe.

“Mmm…” You let a soft moan slip out, couldn’t help it—and it sent a shiver down his spine.

To him, this didn’t feel like a dare anymore.

He was starting to know you, Starting to like you.

And deep down, he hoped this could actually last.

You pulled away first, lips red, chest heaving, heart wild.

“I-” you started, barely able to speak.

But Jungkook only smiled, cupping your face gently in his hands.

“I’ll see you later,” he whispered, giving you one last peck on the lips before getting up, leaving you there on the gym floor. flushed and grinning like an idiot.

You bit your lip to stop from smiling too hard.

Too late. You were already in deep.

You stood up on wobbly legs, your whole body jelly, like you could melt through the floor and disappear.

But of course, right as you were about to sneak out, your PE teacher caught you.

“Y/N. What are you doing here during class?”

You blinked. “I… I was just-”

“Detention.”

You groaned, rolling your eyes, already pulling out your phone.

you: hey so i’m in detention… no need to pick me up today

you: don’t wanna take your time

kookcutie: you have my time y/n, i’ll wait :)

you: really?

kookcutie: of course. just text me when detention’s done okay?

you: thanks kook! :)

You pause before sending it. Typing out the nickname.

Testing it out.

kookcutie: ❤️

You shut your phone, pressing it to your chest.

Everything felt louder. Brighter.

Like the whole world was glowing from the inside out.

“Fucking hell, no,” Jimin mutters to the our english teacher.

“What was that?” she snaps.

“What- I didn’t even say it to you!” Jimin exclaims.

“I don’t like those words in my presence, Jimin. You know that.”

Jimin groans. “Fine.”

Later, you’re already in the detention room, slumped in the chair, your head on the desk, Jungkook’s jacket bunched up under your cheek like a makeshift pillow. You stare out the window, the sun starting to dip.

And then the door opens.

You lift your head slowly.

And Jimin walks in.

You don’t look up when the door clicks shut. You already know who it is.

Jimin drops into the seat a few desks over like the whole world’s annoying him. The room’s quiet except for the soft hum of the old overhead lights and the occasional squeak of his shoe against the tile.

You keep your eyes on the window. Try to pretend the jacket under your cheek doesn’t still smell like ocean and Jungkook and something that felt real just hours ago.

Then you hear it.

“You and Jungkook a thing now?”

His voice is dry. Flat. Laced with something that sounds like mockery… and maybe jealousyy

You glance up slowly. “What?”

He scoffs under his breath, arms crossed like the whole situation is funny. “Didn’t take you long.”

You blink, sitting up straight now, jacket slipping off your shoulder slightly. “Why are you-”

“I mean,” he interrupts, leaning back in his chair like this is all so casual, “he kissed you once and now you’re wearing his jacket like you’re his girl or something.”

Your heart lurches. You open your mouth but nothing comes out.

Jimin shrugs. “Whatever. Guess he’s good at pretending.”

That stings. Sharp.

“What’s your problem?” you ask, quietly.

He laughs, but there’s no humor in it. Just bitterness.

“You do know that first kiss was a dare, right?”

And just like that… Everything inside you goes still.

Like time stops. Like someone hit pause on your chest.

You stare at him. And he just looks back, arms still crossed, jaw tight.

You try to say something. Anything. But the words won’t come.

“I mean…” Jimin continues, eyes dropping for a second, “you really thought it was real?”

You don’t respond. Because if you do, you’ll break. Right here. Right now.

You turn your face away, blinking fast. Your hands clutch at the edge of the jacket on your lap. His jacket. The one he told you to keep. The one he kissed you in.

“He didn’t tell you?” Jimin says quieter now. “Of course he didn’t.”

You still don’t speak.

Because how could you?

You feel it. The cold. The ache. That slow, sinking feeling like you’ve just been pulled underwater without warning.

You press your lips together and nod once. Not because you're okay. Just because you want him to stop.

Jimin lets out a slow breath. Maybe it’s guilt. Maybe it’s regret. But he doesn’t take it back.

“Don’t get all sad about it,” he mutters. “It’s not like he was the only one who wanted to kiss you.”

That makes your head snap up.

But he’s already turned away, facing the front of the room, foot tapping anxiously like he didn’t just rip something out of you and leave it there on the floor.

You sit there, hands shaking quietly in your lap.

And you don’t cry. Not yet. Because even your tears feel like they don’t know what to do.

You look down at your phone.

kookcutie: you done there? just text me when you’re done :)

kookcutie: was wondering if i could take u to drive through after detention too?

You bite your lips.

Your fingers hover over the keyboard.

Your mind’s spinning. Everything Jimin just said echoing like a bad song on loop.

But then you look at his name again.

The heart he sent. The jacket you’re still wearing. The way he looked at you before kissing you like he meant it.

And maybe it was a dare.

But maybe it isn’t anymore. you hope.

Your thumbs move before your brain can catch up.

you: sure :)

You hit send.

Quick. Like ripping off a band-aid.

Even though your chest still feels raw underneath.

From the corner of your eye, you catch Jimin glance over.

Just a second. Just enough.

He scoffs. Loud enough for you to hear. Loud enough to be on purpose.

“What?” you ask, not even looking at him.

“Nothing,” he says, leaning back again, arms crossed tight over his chest. “Just didn’t take you for the type to fall for that crap.”

You blink slowly. “Fall for what?”

He shrugs. “The fake good guy act. The texting hearts and giving a jacket? classic.”

You don’t say anything.

You just look back out the window, jaw clenched.

Jimin leans forward, arms resting on the desk now, voice lower. “You think he’s texting just you? You think you’re special?”

You turn to him. “Why are you being like this?”

He doesn’t answer right away.

Just stares at you. Like he’s chewing on his words.

“Because you’re not supposed to matter this much,” he mutters under his breath.

You blink. “What?”

“Nothing,” he says again, sharper now. “Just don’t say I didn’t warn you when this all blows up in your face.”

You feel your throat tighten. That slow burn that builds behind your eyes when you’re not sure if you’re about to cry or explode.

You don’t speak.

You just look down at your hands, twisting the sleeves of the jacket tighter around your fingers.

He leans back again, dragging a hand through his hair, eyes closing like he’s trying to shut himself up before he says more than he should.

And for the rest of detention, you sit in silence.

Jimin staring at the ceiling.

You staring at your phone.

Waiting for it to light up again.

Waiting for him.

For Jungkook.

Later, when detention ends, Jungkook is already waiting outside.

But not on the bike this time.

His car.

He’s parked right at the front, one arm hanging lazily out the window, music playing low like he’s in some kind of drama scene and doesn’t even know it.

You slide into the passenger seat slowly. His bomber jacket still around your shoulders.

He smiles at you, wide, warm, like nothing is wrong.

Like everything’s okay.

“Hey,” he says, his hand reaching across the console to rest gently on your thigh. His other hand stays on the wheel like it’s second nature.

And maybe it is.

Maybe he’s done this before.

You try not to think about that.

“How was detention?” he asks, his thumb brushing soft little circles against your leg.

You force a small smile. “Fine…”

Just that. Nothing else.

He doesn’t push it.

But you feel it. his eyes flicker to you, then back to the road. He notices. He always notices.

You stare out the window.

Not really seeing anything.

Just feeling too much.

The silence is louder than it should be. The car hums beneath you, and your body feels too still. Too aware of every little touch. Every little beat of your heart.

Your mom’s voice echoes in your head.

“It’s not love if you question it.” And god, you want to believe her.

You want to believe that this isn’t love. That it shouldn’t be.

That if it hurts, it isn’t right.

But then you glance at him.

The way his hand fits so perfectly on your thigh.

The way he hums softly to the music playing.

The way he looks so calm. Like nothing’s wrong. Like it’s just you and him and this car and this moment.

And you want this.... You want him.

Even if it’s already starting to break you.

Even if part of you knows this might all be temporary.

You’re still here.

Still sitting in his passenger seat.

Still pretending your heart isn’t slowly shattering inside your chest.

Because if this is a risk,

If this is a fall,

Then maybe you’re willing to stupidly take it anyway.

The McDonald’s parking lot is nearly empty. The glow of the red and yellow sign flickers gently through the windshield as Jungkook pulls into a spot.

He turns the engine off, but the music stays on. kow and soft, barely there. Like background noise to something much bigger.

“Wait here,” he says, giving your thigh a soft squeeze before getting out of the car.

You blink, watching him jog to the door, hoodie sleeves pushed up, one hand in his pocket like he’s done this a thousand times.

A few minutes later, he comes back with your sundae and fries.

Your favorite combo.

He remembered.

He hands it to you with a grin. “I got extra fudge ‘cause you’re obsessed with it.”

You take the sundae, lips twitching into a small smile. “Thanks…”

You sit in silence for a second before dipping one of your fries into the ice cream.

He looks at you like you’ve just committed a crime. “What the hell are you doing?”

You blink. “You’ve never done this?”

“No? You’re dipping fries into ice cream.”

You hold one out to him. “Just try it.”

He narrows his eyes, leans over, takes it with his mouth, and chews slowly.

Then freezes.

“…Okay wait. That’s actually good.”

You laugh, softly. “Told you.”

You keep dipping, keep eating, and for a second it almost feels normal again. Like your mind didn’t just spiral an hour ago in a silent detention room. Like your chest isn’t carrying two different versions of this boy right now.

You lean forward to take another bite when you feel it.

Cold. Sticky.

A drip of ice cream lands right on the corner of your lip.

Before you can reach for a napkin

Before you can even react

Jungkook leans in.

His mouth brushes over the corner of your lips, tongue quick and soft, licking the ice cream off like it’s nothing. Like it’s easy. Like it’s normal.

Your whole body goes still.

Then he leans back, licking his own lips with a playful grin.

“Tastes better from you,” he smirks.

You stare at him.

Not because of what he did.

But because of what it made you feel.

Like everything else disappeared.

Like your heart was suddenly brand new again.

Like maybe…. just maybe you’re not being stupid.

But then your mom’s voice plays in your head again.

“If a man really loves you, he’ll do his best. He’ll show you. Let you feel it. And hear it.”

And tonight…

He did show you, He let you feel it.

And maybe he hasn’t said it.

Maybe he doesn’t even realize it yet.

But you see it in the way he looks at you.

The way he wipes your mouth like he’s done it forever.

The way he eats your weird fry-sundae combo without complaining.

Maybe there’s a chance.

Maybe he is trying.

Maybe this time, it’s not a dare.

His hand rests on your thigh again, thumb tracing soft, lazy circles.

You’re holding the empty sundae cup in your lap, smile still lingering, mouth still tingling from the way he kissed you.

He pulls up in front of your house and shifts into park, the engine humming low beneath you.

“There’s no class tomorrow…” he says, glancing at you with that same soft look that always makes your chest go stupid. “Wanna go somewhere? Just you and me. Whole day.”

Your heart skips. Actually skips.

But you wince. “My dad’s not gonna let me go out for the whole day…”

Jungkook nods slowly. “What if I ask?”

You blink. “Like… ask my dad? For permission?”

He just smiles, leaning back in the seat like it’s nothing. “Yeah. If that’s what it takes.”

Your jaw drops a little. “You do realize that means he’ll interrogate you for at least an hour, right? Like suit and tie, job interview energy.”

Jungkook grins wider. “I’ll survive.”

You laugh softly, shaking your head. “You don’t know what you’re signing up for.”

“Don’t care,” he says simply.

Then he leans in.

And this time, it’s not soft.

Not playful.

Not quick.

It’s slow. Deep.

The kind of kiss that speaks for him before he’s ready to say anything out loud.

His hand finds your jaw, the other sliding behind your neck as he leans across the console, lips parting against yours like he’s giving you something. everything.

He kisses you like he means it, like he’s trying to tell you something.

Like he doesn’t want it to end.

And it doesn’t.

Not until you pull away.

Because in every kiss, it’s always you.

If you don’t stop him, he never will.

You’re both breathless when you part. Your forehead resting against his for a second before you gather the strength to move.

“Text me when you’re inside,” he mumbles.

You nod, cheeks hot, trying to smile without fully melting. “Okay…”

You open the car door slowly, stepping out like your legs are made of jelly.

You wave to him once before turning and walking up the steps to your door.

And of course, here they are.

Rose and Namjoon.

Your sister in one of her mini skirts, arms crossed and smirking.

Namjoon next to her with a mug in hand and that same “older brother but not your older brother” look on his face.

“Having fun, little Casanova?” Rose grins.

You groan, clutching the bomber jacket tighter around you. “Can we not-”

“He kissed you, didn’t he?” she gasps.

Namjoon raises his eyebrows. “That long of a kiss in a car? Should I be concerned?”

You open the door dramatically. “You’re both so annoying.”

But you’re smiling.

Even with your heart a little unsure, even with your mind echoing old doubts yet you’re still smiling.

Because for now…

It feels real.

And for now…

That’s enough.

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"Y/n?? " Jungkook's voice was low and urgent as he noticed you climbing in through his window. His eyes widened as he moved closer, pulling it open further. "Shit- what- what the fuck are you doing here?" he whispered harshly, glancing behind him as though someone else might hear.

You grabbed his hands instinctively as he helped you clumsily climb inside, his grip firm despite the clear exasperation in his voice. Once your feet were on solid ground, you stumbled slightly before collapsing onto his bed, your messy hair falling into your face.

Jungkook ran a hand through his own messy hair, staring at you like you'd grown two heads. "You... you look drunk," he muttered, grabbing the glass of water from his nightstand and handing it to you. "Where were you?"

You nodded, sipping the water slowly, your movements lazy and uncoordinated. "heathers, four drinks, " you said with a crooked smile, holding up four fingers as though it was some sort of victory. "Did I wake you?"

"I—no, I mean... yeah?" he stammered, his brows furrowed as he crouched slightly, his face now level with yours.

"W-what are you doing here?" Jungkook's voice was laced with surprise and a tinge of nervousness, his doe eyes searching yours. But you didn't let him finish, silencing him with a press of your index finger to his lips.

"Wanna ride you," you said matter-of-factly, as if it were the most casual thing in the world. The boldness in your voice startled even you, but you were too caught up in the mix of frustration and desire coursing through your veins to care.

"Wait—what?" he asked, straightening his posture, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. His hands instinctively found their way to your hips as you climbed onto his lap, straddling him.

"Are you sure?" he asked, his cheeks flushed, his breath hitching as your weight settled against him.

You cupped his face, your thumb brushing over the faint stubble on his jaw. "Jungkook, I'm hot, pissed, and on the pill," you said firmly, your tone leaving no room for argument.

He blinked at you, his lips parting as if to respond, but before he could form a coherent thought, you leaned in, capturing his lips in a heated kiss. The initial shock melted away quickly, and his hands tightened their grip on your hips as he kissed you back with equal fervor.

"Fuck—wait," he groaned, pulling back for just a moment. His lips were swollen, and his dark eyes glinted with amusement despite the obvious tension in his body. "You broke my window lock, you know," he chuckled, shaking his head.

You smirked at him, your hands already tugging at the hem of your shirt. "You'll live." you said, pulling it over your head and tossing it aside. Now only in only your skirt and bra, you leaned back in, your lips finding his again as your hips began to move. The friction of your clothed core grinding against the hardness beneath his boxers made you whimper into his mouth.

"Fuck," he hissed, his hands sliding down to guide your movements. His fingers dug into your waist, his body already reacting to yours. "Y/N, you're gonna drive me insane."

"Good," you whispered, nipping at his bottom lip. Your hands slid down his chest, your fingertips tracing over the firm lines of his body until they found the waistband of his boxers. You tugged at it, your movements impatient.

"Wanna take this off? Yeah?" he murmured, his voice a low, breathy rasp as he watched you with hooded eyes.

"Yeah," you breathed, your hips never stopping their rhythm as your hands worked to slide his boxers down.

He lifted his hips slightly to help you, and the moment his cock sprang free, you felt the heat of it pressing against your thighs. Your mouth watered at the sight, your body throbbing with need as you reached for him, your fingers wrapping around his length.

You were about to reach for the zipper of your skirt, but his hand shot out, stopping you. "Don't," he said, his voice almost pleading. "Keep it on... please?"

Your breath caught at the look in his eyes dark, hungry, yet somehow tender. You nodded, letting him have this one thing as he leaned back slightly, his hands sliding up your thighs to bunch the fabric of your skirt just enough to expose you. His fingers hooked into the waistband of your panties, sliding them to the side. The cool air against your slick folds made you shiver, and his gaze locked onto you, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.

"Can I- can I take it?" you asked, your voice trembling with anticipation as you positioned yourself over him, guiding his tip to your entrance.

"Fuck—go, baby," he groaned, his voice strained as he gripped your hips, helping you lower yourself. "Take it like the good girl you are, hm?"

The stretch of him filling you inch by inch made your head fall back, a silent moan escaping your lips as your walls adjusted to his size. He felt impossibly big, and the slight burn only added to the pleasure. His hands gripped your hips tighter, his nails digging into your skin as he watched you take him, his own breaths coming out in ragged gasps.

"Holy fuck," he groaned, his head falling back against the couch as you finally sank down fully, your bodies flush together. "You feel so fucking good."

"Jungkook," you whimpered, your voice barely audible over the sound of your heartbeat pounding in your ears. You rested your hands on his shoulders for balance, your nails digging into his skin as you began to move.

 His cock stretched you so perfectly, hitting that sweet spot with every thrust upward as you rode him with reckless abandon. His hands gripped your waist tightly, guiding your movements.

"Fuck- you look so good like this," he growled, his head tilting back as he watched the way your body moved on top of him, the skirt you kept on bunched up around your waist. His eyes darkened with lust, his chest heaving as his hands slid upward, brushing over the curve of your breasts before gripping your throat lightly, making you gasp.

"Faster, baby," he rasped, his thumb pressing against your windpipe just enough to send a thrill through you. "Show me how much you missed me."

You moaned, leaning forward to press your lips to his. But before you could deepen the kiss, Jungkook's hand left your throat, moving to your cheek instead, and with a sharp smack, he slapped you.

"Fuck," you gasped, your movements faltering for a moment as you processed the action. His dark eyes bore into yours, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he cupped your face roughly.

"Don't stop," he commanded, his voice rough and dripping with dominance. "Ride me, baby. Show me what a good fucking girl you are."

The mixture of pain and pleasure sent a fresh wave of heat straight to your core, and you moaned loudly, your hips snapping forward as you resumed your movements. Your fingers gripped his shoulders tightly, nails digging into his skin as you bounced on his cock, your wetness coating him with every thrust.

"That's it," he growled, one hand sliding back to grip a fistful of your hair. He tugged hard, pulling your head back, exposing your neck to him as he leaned forward to nip and suck at the sensitive skin. "You like it when I treat you like this, huh? Like being my filthy little slut?"

"Yes—fuck—yes," you cried out, your voice breaking as the pleasure consumed you. The sharp tug of his hand in your hair, combined with the deep thrusts of his cock and the filthy words spilling from his lips, was almost too much.

"okay, okay" he murmured against your neck, his other hand slipping down between your thighs to rub tight circles against your clit. "So fucking wet. Look at you falling apart just for me."

You whined, your body trembling as the pressure in your core built, your walls clenching around him. Jungkook pulled back, his hand releasing your hair only to grip your chin, tilting your face down toward his. "Spit on me," he ordered, his voice low and commanding.

"What?" you whispered, your brows furrowing in confusion, though the heat in his eyes made your stomach flip.

"Spit on me," he repeated, his grip on your chin tightening slightly. "Right here." He opened his mouth slightly, his tongue darting out to lick his bottom lip as he waited.

Your breath hitched, but the fire in his gaze made you comply. You gathered the saliva in your mouth before spitting on him, the act feeling strangely intimate and dirty all at once. He groaned, his tongue darting out to lick the corner of his mouth before smirking up at you.

"Good girl," he murmured, his voice filled with approval. "Now let me hear you, baby. Let me hear how good I make you feel."

The praise sent you over the edge, your climax crashing over you as your walls clench around him, squeezing him tightly. Your head fell back, a loud, broken moan escaping your lips as your body shook in his grip.

"Fuck- that's it, baby," he groaned, his own movements growing erratic as he chased his release. He gripped your hips tightly, his fingers digging into your flesh as he thrust up into you one last time, spilling inside you with a deep, guttural moan.

You collapsed against him. Jungkook's hands moved to your back, rubbing soothing circles as you both came down from your highs.

"You're fucking unreal," he murmured after a moment, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. His voice was softer now, a stark contrast to the dominance he'd displayed just moments ago.

You lifted your head slightly, meeting his gaze. His dark eyes softened as they met yours, and for a moment, the intensity of the moment lingered between you. Then, a sly grin spread across his face.

Jungkook leaned back slightly after his cheeky response, his smirk firmly in place, but the way his eyes roamed your face made your chest feel strangely warm. You rolled your eyes at him, shaking your head in mock exasperation.

"You're ridiculous," you said, letting your palm land on his chest in a playful slap. He chuckled softly, his hand still resting lazily on your waist.

"And..." you started, a sly smile tugging at your lips as your fingers absentmindedly playfully slap his chest, "...you're my first." 

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CH.1 - anything could happen

CH.2 - i’ll give you everything you need

you were back in uniform.

first flight in weeks. incheon to las vegas.

you didn’t realize how much you missed the cabin until you stepped in again, the faint smell of pressed fabric and perfume. something about it felt like home. not that you ever planned it this way. not that you ever wanted it.

you swore you’d be different. no aviation, no crew, no flights, no shifts. your whole family was in the industry, and you said no. over and over.

until the universe laughed and said try again.

and somehow, you ended up here.

singapore airlines.

fucking lucky being a nepo baby. you’ll admit it.

you could’ve gone with emirates, qatar, etihad… but something about SIA called to you.

and maybe… this was it. maybe you were built for the skies after all.

a soft ding pulls you back.

suite 2F.

you glance at the galley panel, fix your hair quickly, smooth down your skirt, and walk over. the suite door’s already slid halfway open.

you see him.

a man leaning back like he owns the place, legs spread, tattooed arm resting on the side of the seat.

“hey miss?” his voice is smooth, lazy, like he’s been waiting.

you stop just outside the suite, posture straight, smile warm. “yes? what would you like, sir?”

“i’d like you…”

your smile falters. just a second, eyebrow twitching like you’re not sure you heard him right.

“i’m sorry… do you mean food? there’s a menu by your seat,” you say, keeping it polite. professional. barely.

but he reaches out, holds your hand.

you freeze.

“i’d like some champagne,” he adds, thumb brushing over your wrist. “and to take this beautiful flight attendant out serving me right now.”

you glance down at his hand, at his tattoos, at the way he looks at you like he’s got nothing but time.

“you don’t know if i’m engaged or married,” you say, cocking your head a little.

“i don’t see a ring on your finger, sweetheart.”

“or a boyfriend,” you add.

“‘boyfriend’ is temporary,” he fires back, grin lazy. “i could be more than that for you, sweets.”

“you want me that bad, don’t you?”

you let out a soft laugh. playful. dangerous.

“you have no idea,” he says, shaking his head, still smiling.

you pull your hand back.

“anything else besides the champagne?” you ask.

“that’s it,” he says, never breaking eye contact.

you walk out — heart annoyingly loud in your chest.

a few hours pass.

lights dimmed. cabin quiet. night mode.

ding. suite 2F.

you glance at the panel. of course.

you head toward the suite, hesitating before your hand reaches up to knock, but he opens it first.

of course he does.

“yes, sir?” your voice is calm. smile back on like nothing happened earlier.

he looks at you like you’re already his.

“i’m waiting for your answer,” he says. “when we land… during your layover. let me take you out

And there i was. mouth molded against his, arms wrapping around his neck as if it was a habit i was ready to get used to. i pull away slightly “i don’t even know your name…” i breathe out

and there you were. mouth molded against his, arms wrapping around his neck like it was a habit you were ready to get used to. you pull away slightly.

“i don’t even know your name…” you breathe out.

“jungkook, sweets… name’s jungkook. you?” he smiles, resting a hand on your waist.

“y/n…” you answer before he kisses you again, locking the door behind him as he gently lays you on the bed.

“you can’t take off my whole uniform…” you whisper.

“don’t worry… i’ll find ways,” he smirks, hiking up your knee-length sarong kebaya skirt, revealing your lacy black panties. he lifts your top just enough to show the matching pair underneath.

“beautiful…” he mumbles, gaze sweeping over your figure.

“you have to be quick…” you whisper.

“oh, i will, sweets… just gotta prep you first, hm?”

“do i need to wear a condom?” he asks looking at my eyes “no… i have uid- im clean.. are you?” “yeah i am..”

you were about to fuck 30,000 in the air… you just hope your cabin crews didn’t notice you dissapearing.

you whisper, breath barely brushing his cheek, “you better not take too long…”

“i won’t,” he breathes, hand trailing up your thigh, bunching the sarong just enough to show that lace again. “fuck, this- this’s been in my head all flight.”

your lips twitch, brushing his. “you’ve been thinking about me?”

he chuckles low, fingers slipping under the edge of your underwear, thumb finding your clit with a soft, slow pressure that makes you inhale sharply.

“thinking? baby, i’ve been hard since i board the plane…”

you shoot him a look, pretending to be scandalized even as your hips tilt into his hand. “mm. bold, aren’t you.”

“bold gets the girl, doesn’t it?” he murmurs, kissing you soft, slow, the kind that makes your knees weak… not sloppy, not rushed, but full of intent. like he’s savoring every second.

his fingers ease inside, two at once, the slide easy, your body already ready for him. your head dips, lips against his collarbone as you breathe, “no teasing…”

he nips your earlobe gently. “not teasing. warming you up. you feel fuckin’ perfect, y/n…”

you roll your eyes, biting your lip to keep quiet. “you talk too much.”

“uh huh,” he grins, pulling his fingers free, slick glinting in the dim cabin light as he licks them off slow. “but you love it.”

you do…now….. unfortunately

he unbuckles his belt one handed, eyes locked on yours as he slides his cock free. thick. flushed at the tip. veins running along the shaft. he catches you staring and smiles.

“still want me, sweets?”

you nod, breath hot in your chest. “hurry…”

he shifts you gently onto your back, your knees parting with ease as he lines himself up, pressing just the head in, slowly, too slowly then easing in deeper, deeper, till your back arches and your breath stutters against his mouth.

“so tight,” he whispers, like it’s just between you two. “not too much?”

you shake your head, hand cupping his jaw. “feels good, jungkook…”

his hips roll, not fast, but deep, controlled. each thrust is precise, calculated to make you feel every inch, to hit just right without drawing too much attention.

you press your forehead to his, whispering against his lips, “can’t believe i’m doing this here…”

he kisses you, soft again. “believe it. we’re quiet. no one’s gonna know.”

your fingers dig into his shoulder blades as his pace builds, still measured, but stronger, the sound of skin meeting skin barely audible over the hum of the cabin.

“you keep clenching around me like that, i’m gonna lose it,” he murmurs, nuzzling into your neck.

“then don’t stop,” you whisper, legs wrapping around his waist, locking him closer. “just… fuck me like you mean it.”

he does. hips flexing deeper now, his breath warm on your cheek, hand slipping between your bodies again to circle your clit with practiced rhythm.

you bite down on your bottom lip, gasping into his shoulder.

“fuck, you feel so good,” he groans, keeping his voice low, intimate. “i could stay like this forever, inside you…”

“you better not pull out,” you murmur, head swimming, that coil tightening fast. “want you to come inside…”

his mouth crashes into yours, moaning softly against your lips as he fucks you just a little harder, grinding into you with each thrust, until your walls clamp down around him, a wave of heat and pressure bursting through you.

you ride it out together, your breath stuttering, his pace faltering as he spills into you, hot and deep, hand fisting in the sheets.

you lie there, tangled, breath mingling, your skirt still hitched high and his hand stroking down your thigh as if to soothe the aftermath.

“so…” you murmur, still dazed, “does this count as ‘mile high’?”

he grins, that lazy cocky grin. “oh, baby. this is first class.”

you laugh, barely, pressing a kiss to his jaw. “hope you tip well…”

“you’ll see,” he smirks, pulling you into his chest “round two after landing?”

“only if you’re buying dinner…”

his grin spreads. “you won’t be walking to it, sweets.”

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“Doesn’t work anymore. We’re over” i said rolling my eyes “that isn’t what the card said, Says here ‘never expiring’, should be good to use right?” He grins cheekily as he comes in pulling me close pushing the door close behind him.

I should stop him, push him.. or even kick him, Yet why was i just standing there taking in his actions? His presence? His touch?

I kept asking myself the same question in my head as jungkook pulls me in by the waist tilting his head as kisses me.

I just stood there letting myself get lost in him. I should’ve never opened that door, should’ve never talked to him yet i did.

Why was i letting his tongue slide in? I ask myself as my arms started to wrap around his neck, a habit that never seemed to have left me.

The kiss didn’t feel anything new. There was no hatred, desperation nor sadness.

It was the same as before. Those kisses that meant/felt so much that if we could capture that feeling it could be preserved and appreciated in a museums.

Ones where we enjoy that fact that our lips were molded to be against each other lust or love, regardless. There was love in everything that we had.. even until now.

His touch was on my waist as they should, his thumb circling around my skin, molding his touch onto my skin knowing i will was still his and will forever be his.

We both knew the universe wasn’t done with us yet why do we force it to be done? Well.. why do i keep forcing it to be done?

Jungkook pulls away gently moving his hands up to cup my face into his big, manly and veiny hands, his tattoo’d(or wtv u call it) hand’s thumb caressing my cheek as i slowly open my eyes after taking in his touch, looking up into him.

I knew i was already done for.

Since there he was- there i was- scratch that. There we were. Back in each other’s presence, back in each others within mile radius that we could never escape away from.

Jungkook pulls out his wallet with his hand from my waist getting a few coupons i made before.

“Im pretty sure this ‘get back together’ coupon still works” he grins cheekily as i take a look at it. a correction marker over the original ‘free hugs’ and his handwriting saying ‘get back together’ as the corner of my lips curve a little.

“50% discount coupon..? Sure then” i look back at him knowing damn well i’ll be back in his arms now.

“That’s fine with me, what’s the available payment method?” He continues smiling at me, as if he was a kid getting what he wanted, playing along with me “im pretty sure you know that” i said before my giggle getting cut off by one of his kiss, getting carried away to the nearest comfortable thing to lay on aka the couch and eventually paying the other 50% back to me.

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Note : wrote this in the grocery store quick for like… 10 min..? Cuz i saw some discount coupons and thought of it. Definitely not proof read, definitely not grammar checked and definitely not word checked😭 also please😭🙏🏻 i hated my old writing style.. i wanna try new things and yk i haven’t really written in a while. This is like the first in a while so please bare with me🙏🏻 alsoo i think this is lowk cute.

I accept any criticism just be kind with it! Thank youu!!

You were too busy studying for your midterm to attend jimin’s party.

His break up celebration party… honestly? Who throws a celebration party after a very hurtful breakup?? Him apparently.

To be fair… it was a toxic relationship he was in. Believe it or not, herin once slapped me in the face when she bumped into me and jimin at victoria secret… all he was doing was helping me pick some stuff out for jungkook!

And don’t even get me started when she called me a “fatherless bitch” infront of everyone just because i was ranting to jimin about accidentally meeting my dead beat father’s bitchy spoiled brat daughter at the chanel store getting mad at the counter. Seriously?

Jimin had tried breaking up with her countless of times. Jungkook, the group and i had tried helping him countless of times… too bad he he had a hard time coming out, considering he was wrapped around her finger and tied on a leash like a little good dog… just like his kink… he loved dominating women who’d put him rightfully in his place… but not when it involves his friends.

There was this motto of his saying ‘bros before hoes’ and those bros includes me and mina… the princess of our group, since we’re basically the only girls in the group.

And thank god jimin finally saw his worth and took it back from her… resulting in this party.

Playing dead to me by kali uchis and basically every taylor swift in the backround, and his usual alcohol mix… which was random juices and mixed alcohols… the amount if stuff he’d put in that drink was uncountable as if he was a mad scientist creating a potion… but also enough to get you drunk knocked out the third shot…

Ofcourse jungkook could never forget to tell you about the party… he even begged you during a call

“Pleasee.. pleaseee? Just come with me…. It’s been a while since we got togetherr” he pleads, basically whining to me now

“We literally just met yesterday… plus i have midterms to study for” i say with a deep breath

This was our usual typical facetime moments.

We would facetime each other at the most random times…

There was this one time jungkook called me while he was doing his laundry and while i was in class. He was wfh that time since thankfully his work was hybrid set up… and during that time when i raised my hand to answer i had accidentally hit it on the edge of my desk making me wince in pain while jungkook was laughing so hard on the call and there i was… trying hard to mute or end the call but before i could, my prof caught me and gave me a warning…

I started muting jungkook’s calls during classes from that point.

“But not to a party together… this is jimins break up party tooo” he reasons but i was still focused on writing on my notebook

“Im realllyyy busy kook… so sorry. I’ll make it up to you guys after this midterm yeah?” I said finally looking at the the phone.

Jungkooks releases a deep sigh through his pout “well i want you to see my outfit right now” he says angling his camera better as he shows his outfit. Baggy washed jeans, white rock printed shirt and plain leather jacket… specifically the jacket i had bought for him with my first ever paycheck at my part time job which i swore was too small for him… and him wearing it made my lips curve into a little smile “love your jacket kook” i let out a soft chuckle

“Got it from the best” he teases “gosh..” i shake my head laughing softly “oh well then… im going to the party… i’ll make sure to send you pics” he says grinning at the camera, his lip ring sitting so comfortably on his lip “you make me sound like those toxic boyfriends” i snort “guess that makes both of us then” he jokes as i laugh.

Me and jungkook never expected this. Us being friends with benefits happening… until laura and him stopped happening anymore… and maybe me and jay too.

We had both different situations but the same goal and same needs… laura dumped him after a 3 good year relationship and jay cheated on me in the whole 2 years with his ex girlfriend

But back to me and jungkook

Jimin was next building, taehyung was awake, the others were free yet the first move and thought jungkook had was you. He never understood this pull towards you but he just lets it.

“Can you come over? Im sorry if i woke you up” was all it took for you to show up at his door with a bag with sojus in your hands.

And seeing you there, standing, barefaced, long slightly messy hair in just your spider man pjs was all it took for him to pull you in for a kiss right then and there making you drop the plastic bag.

But before you could even kiss him back he pulls away giving you a full view of his puffy red glossy eyes yet you were still standing there shocked.

He face palms himself showering your frozen stunned speechless state with ‘im sorry’s and ‘i shouldn’t have done that’

You didn’t even know who did it first but there you were, back to his lips, wrapping arms around his neck like it was a habit you were definitely ready to get used to.

Ofcourse the grntleman jungkook is he stops you before you could unbutton your pjs “let’s talk about this first- i- im sorry- i don’t want you to feel like im just using you…” he mutters, he swears he wasn’t looking at you any weird but at that moment. The moment he saw you in that doorway everything jad slowed down and it was as if he saw finally the light.

You were the one who proposed the fwb thing… ofcourse you did.

You thought maybe it was good for you two… you had needs and he had needs but no matter how similar it was it was still differs.

You needed release, good, rough fucking, and his dick…

I guess that’s what you tell yourself when you start feeling deeper.

and he needed you. Not just your pussy, your kisses- sure he loved all that but he needed you… your presence, your energy, your words- just you is all he needs.

Maybe that’s why jungkook had always felt this something towards you- for you ever since the first time you had joined the group. He didn’t even know it, he just subconsciously reacted to it, his body and actions did.

Whether it was giving you his seat and standing the whole entire time, helping you peel perilla leaf, or letting you wear his rubber shoes and walking barefoot when you wear high heels.

His action spoke more than his words, and maybe that’s enough for him to finally accept it now, all that’s left for you is to accept it aswell.

You remember that night very vividly

After that conversation he fucked you right then and there on the couch, then in the shower after that then maybe morning sex and a breakfast kitchen sex.

It was alot of sex:

You two couldn’t get enough of each other.

You look at ur phone seeing it’s only 9:57 pm, you thought of the party jungkook was basically begging u to go and maybe u could use some distraction after all this stress from studying… even tho you are a bit late, but atleast you showed up?

After all “better late than never” is what they say

You go to the party at probably 11 as the first thing you saw when u got there was jungkook.

Drinking 20 shots that were lined up on the table while yoongi was doing the same. We borh know damn well jungkook will not end up good with this, i mean if there was a crazy person who could still tolerate jimin crazy alcohol concoction it would be yoongi. Our friends call him dionyus for that.

“Go jungkook!!!” “Jungkook you’re never gonna win this, stop before ur gonna vomit!” Namjoon the ever so caring friend that we have.

Jungkook was on his tenth shot and he was already on the verge of throwing up already, but his competitiveness weren’t going to let him lose.

He didn’t win.

…..

But he did win the bathroom after a long time of waiting in the line

You went quickly to the bathroom to help him as you rub ur palm up and down and round and round on his back, soothing him as he throws up.

“Kook… you shouldn’t have drank all that” i say kneeling on the bathroom floor near to toilet, putting his hair back as he vomits. “W-why are you calling me that-“ “hueeghh” he pukes another one last making him just sit on the floor while i get tissues on the counter to wipe his mouth “gosh… you and your competitiveness” you shake your head laughing softly as jungkook cups your face. “You look like my y/n-ie…” he murmurrs grinning ear to ear before leaning in to kiss me but i stop him as i wipe his mouth and give him water “water first yeah?” I said giving to him the water bottle that i always bring in my bag as he drinks it obediently… like a good boy.

“You really do look like her… but she’s prettier…” he murrmurs giving me back the water.

Jungkook was dead wasted.

“Yeah? Who do i look like?” I raise my eyebrows

“Like my y/n… she said she couldn’t come today because of her damn midterms…” he sighs pouting “am i meeting her doppelgänger right now?” His hands makes its way to touching my face and every curve of it.

And suddenly jungkook pulls me in a kiss. It wasn’t really a make out kiss- he presses his lips onto mine deeply hugging me before pushing me away.

“Omygod- i messed up-“ jungkooks tears starts forming looking at me so drunk and wasted. “Fuck- no- i can only kiss y/n- no-“ “kook-“ “no-!” Jungkook gets up wobbily as i quickly stands up helping him “i- no- don’t call me that- shit!” Jungkook panicks.

“Fuck… i- y/n would really be mad-“

I look at his actions now. Clearly to drunk to know that i am y/n not a random girl. “You’re probably ugly- y/n is prettier-“ jungkook wipes his lips with water “kook- stop it…” i try to stop him “no- i messed up-“ i hold his shoulders making him look into my eyes “jungkook…! You didn’t mess up…”

Jungkooks tears fall hearing me.

“Come on… let’s bring you to your place… where’s your keys…?” I say feeling his pockets feeling his car keys “no… call my y/nie….” He whines like a child as i hug him from the back desperately trying to push him out as we made it in the apartment hallway after countless attempts of jungkook getting away from me.

The walk to his apartment wasn’t long… it was just next building to jimins so it was easy.

I plop him on his bed as he was asleep already knocked out as i caress his cheek “oh you poor boy…” i chuckle kissing his lips before tucking him in bed.

Ofcourse i didn’t forget, i left pain killers and water on nightstand for him

Before i could walk out of his door i turn around to look at jungkook.

Wasted, knocked out and asleep on his bed.

Snoring like a baby.