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You spring onto the bed and a shocked yelp escapes you, the transfer from Jungkook’s warm, muscular body to Taehyung’s mattress tantalizingly abrupt. 

“Jungko- '' He instantly smothers you with a heated kiss, slotting his fingers with yours gently as he presses your entangled hands into the sheets. Taehyung’s once impeccable bedding is now messed up by the sheer force of Jungkook’s kiss, and your two entwined bodies passionately making out. 

The weight of his strong frame above you fills you with fireworks, squeezing his hands back as you hum and moan into the kiss with him. Jungkook’s knee presses between your legs, squishing them together at even the slightest feeling down there. Your insides are raw and sensitive from his previous onslaught, and your pussy folds are still damp with your cum and arousal. 

But despite having your pussy torn apart just moments ago, you still openly invite Jungkook between your legs as though it were his home, spreading them wider. Jungkook moans at the feeling and instantly brings his knee higher, lodging himself right at the base of your cunt and your breath hitches. 

You purr like a kitten into his mouth, tasting him in all his glory as Jungkook shoves his tongue down your throat. He can taste the cherry flavour of your lip balm and shit, does it make him want to consume you, devour you like a ravenous animal.

But for now, this position is ideal for Jungkook. Being able to hold your hands like this, feel your body arch up into his from underneath, sense your legs squirming around him; this is exactly where he wants to be. 

“Jungkook.. we’ll-we’ll mess up Taehyung’s bed...” 

“I don’t give a fuck.” 

Jungkook’s merciless with his kiss this time. You moan and whimper into his mouth as he ravages you underneath. Your arousal is already building within your abdomen again, feeling Jungkook’s cock slap against your body sometimes with how much he dips below and rubs himself against you. 

You pine to touch that delicious cock of his, but it’s as though Jungkook reads your mind, and detangles a hand of his to slither down to your core. He rapidly hikes your dress again up over your ass, and his fingertips slowly press into your sensitive clit. 

You gasp, free hand jutting out to bunch his shirt into your fist as he supplies your neglected pearl with small, calculated ministrations. Your blissed out eyes meet his, and the dark red of desire that taints them leaves your lungs losing air, lip tucked between your teeth.

“Fuck, Jungkook..” 

“Yeah? You like this?” 

You lightly moan and nod a yes, Jungkook’s lips brushing yours as he breathes unevenly and collects your essence all over his fingers. 

“Fuck, you’re dripping like honey, baby. Wanna taste you so badly.” Jungkook groans as he rubs your oozing slick all over your palpitating pussy, before gathering some more all over his two fingers. He feels his skin coated in your cum and removes himself from you, funnily whining at the loss of his touch. He brings his wet digits to his lips, popping them in mouth as he finally gets a taste of you. 

“Shit, princess. Taste sweeter than fucking honey.” He nearly growls, softly grabbing your chin and tipping you upwards to engulf you in a breath-taking kiss. You grow impatient for his cock knowing it still stands tall and proud. You’re restless, snaking your hand, clutching his shirt down his body, feeling every inch of his beautiful torso and brawny muscle until you reach his exposed cock. 

Jungkook bucks forward slightly with a moan, his face burying to the side of your cheek. You can feel the slick of your previous orgasm still wet and sticky all over his dick, and begin slow pumps of twisting that rile up Jungkook more than you’ll ever know. His breaths grow hotter and heavier as you teasingly fist his dick just to hear the way he sexily groans into your ear. 

“Y/N.. ah fuck.” He breathes out shakily, managing his weight above you as you handjob the life out of him, relishing in his deep, throaty sounds. 

“Want your cock so badly, Jungkook.” You whine, your own breaths heated as your ears welcome the low sounds of Jungkook moaning your name. “Fuck my mouth, baby.” 

Jungkook lets out a pleasured groan at such a request, returning to your mouth for another head-spinning kiss. He kisses hard and fast and it leaves you breathless once he takes your bottom lip between his teeth, before releasing it with a lewd pop. 

 Jungkook then grabs your chin and teasingly thumbs your lips, running over your swollen, plushy petals. “You know I’d love to fuck this pretty mouth,” Jungkook breathes against your mouth, peering down at you with obsidian eyes though with a contrasting, endearing smile. “But next time, princess. Right now I need to fuck you senseless on Tae’s bed.” 

He supplies you with a quick peck before he crawls off the bed. Jungkook begins stripping himself of his jacket, shirt and jeans as he steps over to Taehyung’s bedroom door. You take the opportunity to shred off your dress, only left in your bra and panties as you anticipate a nearly naked Jungkook. Your ogling vision lands on his broad, sexy back as you lustfully watch him lock the door. 

And fuck, is his back so hot. Is it normal to be attracted to backs? Why do you suddenly feel like riding the hell out of his back muscles?

Jungkook’s gaze shifts towards you, and he sees your pliant body laid out across the sheets like a gift made just for him. His eyes are tainted with sheer desire, that’s for sure, but you can see his irises gleam with almost this certain.. admiration? You could feel your heart fluttering and suddenly become shy about your exposed skin, arms clutching around your bare midsection. 

You watch the bunny-smiled man crack his signature grin before he joins you in the bed, shuffling himself over you. He clasps your hands gently and unravels them to reveal your skin, eyes flitting over you with kind eyes. 

“You are so fucking pretty.” He confesses, and your heart blooms in your chest. You nibble on your lip as your hands sweep over his thick muscles, palms curling around his biceps and giving them a light squeeze. He’s truly an Adonis, his body crafted to be worshipped in a museum, each muscle and divot and groove made to be loved by anyone who earned the pleasure of touching him. 

“You’re so fucking hot.” You breathe out when his hands slowly slither up your sides, lighting up a fire inside you to feel his rough, calloused hands over your smooth, delicate skin. 

“Says you.” Jungkook’s low timbre resonates in your ear where he’s lowered himself now, pressing a peck to your cheek before he instructs in a spine-shivering whisper. “Get on all fours, princess.” 

You follow his command, positioning yourself until your panty-clad ass is presented to him, and Jungkook squared his shoulders behind you. He hisses at the sight of you below once you’ve secured your position, wetting his cute lips with a curse. 

“Fuck, I’ve been dying to see you like this.” He admits with a hint of desperation. 

You smirk proudly, bucking your ass back on him because fuck, is it just so fun to tease a man. 

Especially a sexy one like Jungkook. 

“Then don’t wait anymore, Koo.” 

Jungkook ignites at the nickname, smugly grinning as his fingertips meet the pliant spine of your back. You shiver when he dances his fingers down slowly, but surely until you’re arching. You can feel his rampant breaths fanning against you as he does so, imagining his flushed face and slightly dampened hair with sweat behind you.

He suddenly grabs hold of your hips, tugging you flush against his crotch and you purr in approval. Jungkook hooks his fingers onto your blush panties, but doesn’t exactly remove them. He brings his nose and lips towards your core, and you spasm at just the feeling of him so near. His nose nudges against your twitching folds and you shudder, breathing hotly as your pussy gushes.

“Jesus Christ, you’re dripping.” Jungkook juts out his tongue to lick at your already soaked panties, mewling when you feel the weight of his wet muscle. 

“Jungkook-- Oh.” 

You sigh when he swipes another lick through your clothed core, biting your lip to contain the screaming urge for him to just shove his tongue through your bare pussy. 

A whimper escapes when he does it again, clutching the white sheets of Taehyung’s bed between your fingers. You gently push your core back onto his face more, voice weak and desperate as you beg him. 

“Jungkook, please.” 

“Mmm, such a sexy girl.” Jungkook hums, fiddling with the waistband of your underwear. “Always knew you would be.” 

God, he’s teasing the fucking hell out of you and you only crave him just like you crave air. His tongue keeps slithering through your underwear as he diligently eats you out with your panties on. The satiating rub of your slicked material against your clit feels good for your pulsing cunt, but you want more, need more of Jungkook because otherwise, you’ll turn into a madwoman. 

“Jungkook!” 

Just as you squeal his name, the muscly man practically rips your panties off your core and nose-dives into your bare pussy, smothering himself with your delicious heat. 

The second he gets a taste, Jungkook moans and hums against your sopping core as he makes out with your cunt, veiny hands full of your ass as he holds your wriggling body in place. 

“Fucking shit, always knew you’d taste this sweet.” Jungkook breathes harshly before plunging in for more. Your toes curl and your eyes roll back in sheer ecstasy when you feel the fleshy touch of his tongue against your soft folds. No man has ever eaten you like this and you could see stars in your clouded vision. His tongue feels so wet and long, even reaching down and over you until he prods your clit with the tip of his tongue. 

He wiggles and snakes his tongue through your pussy until you’re arching almost inhumanly and shaking on the bed, close to ripping up Taehyung’s godforsaken sheets. Jungkook seems to notice how hard you’re grasping them and mewling tiredly, breaking away to gently coo.

“Not too much, baby. You’ll hurt yourself.” Jungkook splays his palm underneath your tummy and elevates you, straightening out your back. You physically and internally gush at the sweet gesture, head falling limp against the mattress under the spell of his intoxicating touch.

“Fucking- Jungkook..” You moan his name so seductively, it elicits a groan from Jungkook behind you, the deep sounds rippling through your walls. Never has her heard a voice as pretty as yours, and fuck, do you sound absolutely gorgeous moaning his name like that. 

“Shit, your pussy is dripping wet, princess.” Jungkook attempts to catch his breath, your essence coating his lips, chin and nose. “Need to finger-fuck you raw.” 

“Fuck, oh shit, Jungkoo-” You’re cut off by a lewd moan when Jungkook plunges two thick fingers into your pulsing cunt, reaching out before you and latching onto one of Taehyung’s pillows for even a semblance of control. 

“So fucking pretty when you moan, you know that?” You moan again, face burying into the pillow because Jungkook’s fingers are just so perfectly-shaped and delicious, he could’ve felt like a real cock. 

Jungkook immediately unclasps your bra with a single hand and rapidly removes the damn thing, chucking it aside. His free hand collects a breasts of yours in his palm, and begins kneading your tits he vowed to avoid staring at all fucking night, but now couldn’t contain himself anymore.

“Do you know much..” Jungkook thrusts his fingers inside you deep, bucking forward when he does so. “I’ve thought about you and your sexy body?” 

You shudder underneath him, the deep octave of his voice vibrating in your ears. “How much I had to avoid looking at you in this dress tonight?” 

He shoves his fingers even deeper and dares twist them inside you, teasingly stroking against your engorged g-spot with a ‘come hither’ motion. “How fucking much I stopped myself in that closet with these perfect tits of yours?” 

Jungkook squeezes one in his hand and you mewl, his fingertip drawing tight circles over a hardened, plum-coloured peak. 

“Jungkook, please. Need your cock inside me-ah!” Jungkook suddenly wraps his hand around your throat, lightly applying pressure to the sides as his lips whisper sinfully into your ear. 

“Not so loud, princess. Can’t have the whole party hearing you moan for me, huh?” 

You melt. You shiver and shudder and gush and melt into Jungkook’s arms at the sheer head-spinning depth of his voice. It drips fiery, red hot desire and lust and God, are you the most desperate whore for him. You nod your head compliantly and Jungkook removes his fingers from your fluttering cunt, bringing them before your mouth as he bends over your frame, bare core pressed to his crotch. 

“Taste your cum for me, baby.” He taps his soaked fingers against your lips as almost a cheeky knock, and you open up. You wrap your tongue around and over his digits, little noises of pleasure escaping the back of your throat as you taste your sweet cum. Jungkook groans out shakily as he draws himself out. 

You breathe like a wild animal as you hear the bed rustle behind you, peeking back to see Jungkook removing his boxers. He’s got them off and now completely exposes himself to you, left naked behind you knowing damn well he has a flushed, angry red-tipped cock you’ll get your mouth on one day. 

Jungkook’s all but licking his lips with dilated pupils at the prospect of fucking you properly, lining himself up with your entrance eagerly until.. 

“Fuck!” Jungkook loudly curses. 

“What? What’s wrong?” 

“I don’t have a fucking condom.” He laments. “I gave mine to Taehyung ‘cause he forgot one before coming here.” Jungkook huffs with grave annoyance, rolling his eyes. “I’ll call him and get it from him. He should still have it-” 

“No, no! Jungkook, it’s okay.” You immediately jut out your hand for him to stay, somehow finding his hand when he offers it to you. “It’s okay, go in raw. Just go in right now.”

“Are-are you sure?” Jungkook’s hesitant voice inquires. “Don’t feel like you need to-”

“No, Jungkook. Just go in, please, I need you so badly.” You desperately tug at his hand to beckon his thick cock back to your core. 

“Okay, okay. I got you.” Jungkook kisses your lower back before he sets himself up again, lining his cock with your dripping, pulsing entrance. You feel his meaty tip kiss your spasming cunt, moaning at the sheer feeling. 

“Deep breath, okay?” Jungkook instructs, knowing the size of his cock and waits for your intake of air, and pushes himself right in when you do. You transform into jelly the second his cock invades you, your walls frantically smothering his dick as you adjust to his monstrous size.

Jungkook feels big, fucking colossal like this and shit, can you feel every ridge, vein and unique lining of his delectable, heady cook. “Oh fuck. Fuckfuckfuck-Jungkook..!”

“I know, baby. You’re okay, just breathe, Y/N.” Jungkook soothes a hand to your back as you notice the tension in your body, exhaling deeply to release the tightness of your muscles. Your walls flutter to create more room and you search for Jungkook’s hand again, reaching out behind you. 

He interlocks his fingers with yours and squeezes tight, proceeding into your warm cunt as he groans at the tight, firm fit. “Ah shit, Y/N. You’re still this tight even after I fucked you?” 

“Want more, Jungkook. Fuck!” You hiss feeling the drag of him inching his length inside you, stuffing you full of his cock until Jungkook bottoms out completely. He hilts himself inside you and groans shakily, his pleasure almost blinding as you squeal in ecstasy underneath him. 

Jungkook wastes no time, he’s been waiting for this for too long and now that he gets to see your pretty body like this, he’s all business. Jungkook secures a hand around your hips as he pulls out of your warm, fluttering cunt only to fit himself right back in, cock nudging your damn guts. 

You grip his hand like a vice, mewling at the heavenly feeling of his cock dragging in and out of your walls, attempting to fit his large cock inside you. He thrusts again, another time, a third time until he begins a pace of quick fucks that buck you forward and hit your pussy just right. 

And you realize once he slowly increases his speed, Jungkook isn’t just fucking to fuck. No, he actually knows what he’s doing as a man. He’s got himself angled in this particular method that’s stroking this buzzing spot inside you, feeling sheer euphoria invade your bloodstream when he fucks himself into your warm cunt with meaningful, though hard thrusts. 

“Oh, Jungkook.. oh.” 

“Yeah? You like that? Can you take more, baby?” 

You nod immediately, feeling Jungkook pick up the pace as he sheaths his cock inside you until the very brim. He harshly grips your hips in place as he slams you into the mattress, cocking sliding in and out perfectly with the help of your oozing essence. You clamp down even harder on Jungkook’s cock just to give him hell, and he throws his head back as he relishes in the God-like feeling. 

“Jesus fuck, Y/N. If you keep doing that I’ll fucking marry you.” 

You smirk despite your submissive position and having your pussy battered, only to fuck back on him more just to see where it gets you. “Put a ring on me then, Koo.” 

You hum that nickname in your sing-songy voice and Jungkook’s mind goes haywire. Pleasure courses through his veins like a drug, and he begins practically blowing your back out. Jungkook penetrated deeply and harshly into your fluttering pussy, his movements hot and desperate, indulging in him hitting that one delicious spot inside you. 

You moan so loudly Jungkook detangles your hands and curtains your mouth, lips by your ear for a hot whisper. “Quiet, princess. Don’t want everybody coming in here to see me fucking you.” He practically growls in his lust-ridden tone. “Unless you like to be watched, huh? Cock hungry princess?” 

“No, no..” You breathe, pitchy moans escaping you as your flimsy arms barely manage your arched position. “Just you.. only want you to see, Jungkook.” 

You feel Jungkook smirk, suddenly taking the hand that’s clasping your hip and slithering it down to your lonely clit, touching the flushed, pulsing bud to your pleasure. You squeal into his palm, walls hugging him inside you so tight, your mind and air dwindling out so fast you’re an incoherent mess for Jungkook. 

Something akin to his name escapes you, feeling him wreak havoc over your pulsing pearl and your fingers can’t help but grasp Taehyung’s sheets like a vice. 

Jungkook keeps up his pace, fucking into your sex with so much heated passion you can feel your skin burning. Face flushed, hip imbued with his bruises and your pussy fucked raw, the addition of his hand clutching your mouth silent resurfacing that familiar twisting in your gut. 

He’s fucking you like he has no other purpose, whispering the filthiest, yet prettiest of things any woman would die to hear. 

“So fucking pretty when you take my cock, you know that?” 

“I’ll fuck this gorgeous mouth one day.” 

“Need to feel you cream my cock, princess.”

You nod for Jungkook with every devilish whisper, every cell in your body on fire because his dick feels that good. His backshots are slamming your guts in the best way possible as he grunts behind you, fucking like two horny dogs because shit, that’s what you feel like. 

You mewl and moan and yelp into his hand until eventually, Jungkook provides you with an earth-shattering thrust into your g-spot and your orgasm bursts through your gates like a tsunami. You cum all over Jungkook’s cock, producing your oozing slick so abundantly Jungkook can’t keep quiet. 

“Oh shit, God. So much cum, baby. You’re so wet.” His lips hang open as he manages his orgasm, breathing out grunts as he loses himself. 

“Fuck, I don’t wanna pull out.. I can’t..” Jungkook seems so lost in your ocean you reply rapidly through your gushing slick. “Fill me up, Koo. It’s okay, want your hot cum!”   

And you instantly feel Jungkook release inside you with a feral grunt, stripes of his white hot seed shooting inside you. He fills you like he was always meant to, pussy creamed to perfection and so abundantly that some of his cum drips down your folds and onto your buzzing clit. 

Jungkook has shoved himself to the brim where he slowly, and gently penetrates you through your orgasm, letting you use his cock to ride out your high, fingers decreasing speed over your clit and rather rubbing in soft circles. 

He eventually stops and your breathing normalizes, feeling Jungkook’s throbbing cock finally halt. He pulls out of you carefully with delicate hands on your hips, and his cock slips out as he views the way his cum dirties your gorgeous pussy. 

Securing his grip on your body, he considerately turns you over and rests you on your back. He reaches over your head and adjusts Taehyung’s pillows. He curls a hand underneath your neck and brings you to one of the pillows, setting you down. You nestle back into the comfortable plush and smile as Jungkook’s thumbs smooth your sides, peering down at the mess between your legs; the way a delectable mixture of your cum and his drips onto Taehyung’s sheets. 

“Shit, Taehyung’s gonna be pissed.” Jungkook snorts, slotted between your spread legs. 

“It’s okay.” you ease him with a charming smile as your palms smooth over his. “We’ll get scolded together.” 

He chuckles with you as you beckon him over with grabby hands, and Jungkook happily complies as he slides up your body and wraps his strong, warm arms around your torso, his head falling against your breasts. Your hands fit into his soft, silky hair, hugging him to your chest. 

“Mmm, you’re so soft.” Jungkook hums, the sensation of being able to rest over your boobs the epitome of heaven of heaven to him. You giggle at his openness and just how endearing he is, Jungkook squeezing you tighter as he feels laughs vibrate your body.

“You’re so warm, c’mere.” You snuggle him closer and nuzzle your nose into his hair, catching a whiff of his crisply-scented shampoo that smelled almost orgasmically good. 

Jungkook lifts off your chest and looks into your eyes, something indistinguishable in them, but his sincerity was telltale as ever. His thumb and index finger grasp your chin as he pushes your cute lips together, creating a pout he cracks a smile at and kisses ever so softly. 

He doesn’t say anything when your eyes meet next, instead watching that beautiful smile of his decorate his face. Jungkook elevates himself and fits beside your smaller form on the same pillow, fixing Taehyung’s sheets over your naked bodies. He huddles with you closely underneath, and pulls you flush against his large frame as his nose buries into your vanilla-scented hair. 

You settle into his muscly arms, clutching onto his tattooed one. You feel your eyes flutter shut as you breathe in the smell of sex and his cologne, and Jungkook holds onto you for the rest of the quiet night.

Hard raps at the door are what stir you and Jungkook awake, groaning at the little light that pokes through the blinds and compromises your sleep, Jungkook lazily rubbing at an eye with a lifted head. 

Five seconds later, a hungover Taehyung bursts into his room and appears to you both as the equivalent of a zombie. He’s clearly freshly woken up, barely open eyes and messy-haired, finding you two with a groggy voice. 

“Oh, shit. I finally found these two-” But Taehyung freezes, rubbing his eyes vigorously to clear his vision and attempting to discern if he’s actually seeing this. He blinks rapidly as his eyes adjust to the vibrant sunlight, and groans in grievous complaint as he smacks his forehead. 

“Oh fucking-c’mon.. did you guys have sex on my bed!?” 

Jungkook breathes a chuckle as your tired head hits Taehyung’s pillow, too exhausted to deal with this. You blissfully slip back into dreamland while the two boys endlessly bicker; Taehyung listing the grand ass-whoopings he’ll graciously provide Jungkook with, only for Jungkook to criticize Taehyung’s sorry-assed hide-and-seek skills. 

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Park Jimin

You were kissing him softly, next to him on the mattress, when he laid down and tried to draw you on top of him.

You subtly resisted. He subtly tried again, and you finally broke the kiss. Rubbing the back of your neck, you couldn’t meet his gaze while he stared at you in confusion.

“Is something wrong?” he asked. It wasn’t often you got to see him like this—relaxed, on your bed. His schedule was so busy. Sometimes it felt like you never really got him to yourself, and here you were—ruining it, all because of what some stupid barista had said.

“I don’t wanna be on top tonight, Jimin. Is that okay?”

He sat up and maneuvered his head, trying to get you to look him. When you finally did, you could see concern in his dark eyes. “Why not? It’s sexy.”

“It’s not sexy and I’ll crush you,” you said, bluntly. He jerked back in surprise, a flash of hurt on his face. Jimin took your insecurities very seriously because he understood them, and was almost as hurt as you were when someone said something hurtful about your body, even if you were the one saying it.

Something in his gaze shifted, becoming steely with determination. Immediately, he crawled forward until he’d successfully crowded you against the headboard, straddling your waist. Your breath hitched in your throat at his sultry gaze, your insecurities pushed to the backburner of your mind.

“You could never do that, baby,” he murmured, pressing hot kisses against your neck. “But if you want me on top tonight, I don’t mind. I’ll remind you how sexy you are, and we can try again tomorrow.”

Kim Taehyung

“I wish you didn’t have to pay for Weight Watchers, but I guess it’s like online dating?” you said idly into the phone, paying more attention to painting your toenails.

“What?” Taehyung asked over the line.

“You know,” you continued. You were applying your top coat. “If the person pays, you know they’re way more serious about the process.”

“Not that,” he snapped. “Are you thinking about joining Weight Watchers?”

“Well, yeah,” you replied, like it was obvious.

You weren’t usually this callous. In fact, it was only a mask to hide how sincerely upset you were. You didn’t have any illusions about your weight, but to have it pointed out by a complete stranger? Critical hit.

By nature, you weren’t really one to dwell, which meant that the next step was immediate action. But even you couldn’t ignore the pang in your chest every time you remembered it. God, you were too pathetic to even say anything! You should have given that barista a piece of your mind, instead of scuttling away with your tail between your legs.

“Baby, that shit’s a gimmick,” Taehyung said. “And you don’t need to lose weight.”

“It’s my body, Tae,” you reminded him.

“I know,” he stressed. “But I’m being serious. I’m coming over.”

You straightened in alarm, whining, “No, you need to rest!” You knew he’d had an exhausting day. And it would be much harder to fool him into thinking you were okay if he was here in person.

“Too late, I’m walking now,” he replied. “I need to remind my girlfriend how amazing and hot and sexy she is, and how desperately she doesn’t need to lose weight.”

Jeon Jungkook

Jungkook had come home early with takeout, but it had only served to spur an argument. You were already sensitive and a little defensive after what that barista had said, and when you’d refused to eat the calorie-heavy food, Jungkook had taken it the wrong way. When you’d tried to explain yourself, the fight only escalated.

“I was trying to be nice, and you’re making me feel guilty!” he said, not truthfully understanding why you were upset.

“It’s not about the takeout,” you replied. “I’m trying to lose weight and don’t need that food around tempting me!”

“I didn’t even know you were trying to lose weight,” he argued. “Which you don’t even need to do, by the way. You shouldn’t let what that lady said hurt you.”

“So, what?” you asked. “Are you saying I’m being too sensitive?”

“Of course not,” he defended. “Don’t take it that way.”

“You don’t get it,” you snapped at him, “because you’ve never been fat!”

He stared at you, frustrated and hurt until finally, he yanked you forward by the small of your back and kissed you.

He was rough for a moment before he was soft, and Jungkook tried to tell you with his mouth everything he couldn’t express properly with his words. He wanted you to know that you were beautiful and loved and shouldn’t have to worry about your weight, not with him.

“We should go to the bedroom,” he whispered against your mouth. “Or we could have sex on the counter?”

“The takeout—,” you tried to say.

“Fuck the takeout,” he interrupted. He pressed you against the counter, brushing his hips needily against your own. You squeaked, shocked by his sudden fervor.

“Ignore what I said before,” he begged, lips beginning to trail down your neck. “If you want to lose weight, I’ll help you—but let me show you right now how much I love and appreciate your body.”

“Let’s hope nobody saw that then,” you grinned, brushing your nose lovingly against his. In an instant, his mood had been lifted. He chuckled and looked around at all the shops, pleasantly overwhelmed by the choice. Yoongi had always combed through Amazon or eBay to find the products he really wanted from the U.S., but now that he was here, it was cool to stroll right into the store and buy it like a normal person, like a New Yorker.

The rain had been uncomfortably cold, and the whispering air still lingered with a shiver. “Oh–” Yoongi gasped as something caught his attention. You laughed at his sudden burst of energy and excitement. The tables turned as he dragged you towards a long wall of graffiti. The colors were dull against the wall but Yoongi’s eyes washed over it all with awe. Most of it was gibberish, street artist tags or profanities written in bubbly fonts, but Yoongi was not concerned with that at all. Instead he stepped up real close and scanned the smaller scribbles of passerbys. Initials in hearts and little charming doodles. “Do you have a Sharpie?” Yoongi asked, not even turning to look at you as he continued to admire the street art.

You shook your head in amusement to see him revel in the patterns and colors of something so mundane that it went overlooked by most. You unraveled your hand from his to search through your bag. You handed him a Sharpie and watched with intrigue as he found a little empty spot. “Daegu ♥ New York”. He stepped back and admired his handiwork, even though it was really just scribbled hangul.

You wrapped your arm around his and leaned against his shoulder. “I love it,” you smiled. He left a kiss on your head and you felt it travel all along your body with warmth. You were perfectly content on standing there and looking at his handwriting on the wall, thinking about how so many people would pass it and not know of the coziness of being with each other on a day like this. How so many people with their own lives and their own loves would pass by those words and not know how swollen your heart was in that moment. You could have stood there forever and just thought about things like that.

Instead, Yoongi was once against tugging at you. “Let’s go there. It looks nice,” he smiled, pulling you towards a quaint cafe. He looked both ways, and ignoring the orange pixelated hand, he walked right through the crosswalk. You almost protested as you saw the cars race up the road in the distance, but the chilly breeze only convinced you further to shuffle faster into the little place. It was a good decision, too. The cafe wrapped you immediately in a settling warmth that silenced your shivers. You reluctantly let go of his arm as he found a little booth for you by the window and motioned for you to get in. You watched as he went up to the barista and ordered. His hair fell a little too far over his eyes and you smiled to yourself as he kept trying to push it away from his forehead. You wondered how you had gotten so lucky that you were strolling in the city that you loved with the man that you loved even more.

Yoongi came back minutes later with a tray in hand, placing your cappuccino in front of you with a macaron on the side. You shouldn’t have been surprised, but you always were to know that he knew all of your preferences like the back of his hand. You bit excitedly into the macaron, nodding in approval.

Yoongi took a sip of his coffee and sighed with satisfaction, his eyes wandering out to the window as the rain started up again, drizzling over the street with hardly a sound. You tasted the cappuccino, pleased with the taste. You made a mental note to visit this cafe more often. The froth of the cappuccino littered a white mustache on your lips. You crossed your eyes and made a silly face in Yoongi’s direction, waiting for him to notice. When he did, he let out a hearty laugh: unafraid and loud. You were glad to see him loosen up a bit. It always hurt your heart a little to know that he was cooped up in a hotel room on lockdown from some of the crazier fans or just told to rest for the next stop of the tour. He was still human and you wanted to give him everything he wanted, and if coffee and SoHo was all he wanted, then you’d be the worst girlfriend ever to not be able to do even that for him.

“So,” you smiled licking up the froth off your upper lip. “You graffitied a wall, totally jay-walked through the road, and are having coffee and a croissant at a little cafe downtown. How does it feel to be an official New Yorker?”

Yoongi pursed his lips in thought. “New Yorker, Min Yoongi,” he said dramatically. “I like the sound of that.”

Nothing had changed.

Your brother’s house was the same as you had remembered it being. The brownish color of the wood had dulled in a less than obvious way but your eyes were quick to spot anything that had differed from what your eleven year-old self remembered of this place. The flowers were blossoming- maybe that was different. You eyed them for a moment and wondered if they had always been a peculiar shade of blue before the front door opened and the tires of the taxi you’d driven in screeched around the corner. A lump of nerves settled comfortably in the pit of your stomach, frightened eyes staring up at the big home. You wondered how just one person could live here- but then again, Yoongi had always been introverted.

Worn-out Converse crunched fallen leaves with each step forward. The brown suitcase in your left hand squeaked and rolled, thumping as you made your way up the three small porch steps. The wood creaked beneath your weight, though the sound was somehow euphonious and comforting at once. You paused. The rocking chair he liked to sit in was still there, aged but covered in a new rug, as well as the old pot with a crack in it holding the variety of vines that crawled over the porch walls and up the side of his house.

There was silence, then more, and then the door opened.

The shock of it opening by itself caught your breath in your throat and you tried your best to look collected, nothing like the jumpy frightened thing you felt in your core. Swallowing thickly, you watched as the pale figure of your brother came into view, still just a few inches taller than yourself. His hair was black again, not the variety of colors you remembered seeing on your father’s phone, but he was just as ghostly. His clothes hung off his skinny frame and you worried that he hadn’t been eating right since- well, since he’d heard the news. Other than that, he’d grown up since the last time he’d visited you. He was taller, his shoulders had filled out a bit, and his face had slimmed as you suspected it would. Though, that smile of his hadn’t changed a smidge.

It spread across his face, revealing teeth and gums, and for a moment you forgot to dwell on the reason why you’d moved for him. Yoongi’s arms stretched and the bag in your fingers dropped, rushing to envelop yourself with him. He even smelt the same, too- like firewood and vanilla, but it was a scent that meant ‘home’ to you, and it was a scent you’d been wrapped around in since… well, that’s for a different time.

“I missed you,” Yoongi’s low voice rumbled in your ear, his warm cheek pressed against yours.

“I missed you more,” you returned quickly. His smile imprinted on the side of your hair, insurging a mass of warmth and longing deep inside your chest.

It was a minute until Yoongi released you from his hold. He helped you carry your bags inside and you wandered into his home, memorizing every little detail that had changed since he’d been old enough to live on his own. Your bedroom, you found, was the room Yoongi used to sleep in. The walls were white, reflecting the halo-ish glow of the cloudy sky just outside his wall-length window. Tiny lights had been strung up around your bed frame, adorned with familiar blankets and a brown teddy bear sat in the middle.

“Do you wanna eat in tonight?” Yoongi wondered, leant up against the door with his arms folded over his chest. You glanced at him from the middle of the room. The bags under his eyes worried you and you doubted he’d been outside in days- since he got the news, you supposed. On the other hand, you couldn’t lock yourself away like your brother could. Being outside was a remedy of sorts. The woods behind his home were familiar and if you remembered correctly, there was a little spot for you to sit and relax for the duration of the night.

Looking up at him, you smiled, “Sure.”

Soppy leaves turned to mush beneath your feet. The sound of mud squelching with your every step quickly became familiar to your ears and you marched forwards, a bag over your shoulders and your hair pushed back from your face. If you focused, you could taste the remainders of your dinner, pizza and wings. Your arms were bare and you wished you’d taken Yoongi up on his offer of a jacket and scarf, but your stubbornness allowed a pleasant breeze of cold wind to brush across your exposed cheeks. 

Sunset was soon. You could see the colors beginning to form as the sun dipped down behind the treeline, a vibrant arrangement of indigos and scarlet. Its resemblance to a fire was uncanny.

Eventually you found it- a small spot where you remembered visiting with your old friend in this town. It was a clearing in the middle of the forest, decorated with elaborate green vinery and flowers beginning to wither as the season changed. Situating yourself on the boulder you’d claimed to be yours, you folded your legs and sighed, tilting your head to stare at the miniature waterfall gushing before you.

You remembered the friends you used to have back when you visited your mother and Yoongi every summer. You’d become close with the neighborhood kids- one, in particular. He’d been a sweetheart who clung to his mother’s side and eagerly invited you to go hiking with the two of them, and he’d been the one who appeared at your door the first summer your mother moved to this town with a plate of cookies and an open invitation to play on his Game Cube whenever you wanted. 

How was he? Was he tall now? Taller than you? Smarter than you? Last you remembered, you were giving him lessons in piano and he was giving you lessons in the simple algebra you couldn’t figure out. Smiling to yourself, you leaned back, wondering where he was- if Jeon Jungkook even still lived in Farcrest. This town was small and you couldn’t imagine that someone with Jungkook’s dreams was still here. He’d be a senior now, you realized. He was in your grade, your age, with a laugh and a bunny-like smile that screamed troublemaker but secretly hid his true nature of a shy, childish little kid. 

You wondered how they all were- his friends, the ones he proudly introduced to you the first time you stayed with your mother for the summer here. What were their names? You remembered Taehyung, as he was as annoying as he was adorable- you’d had a crush on him, but it was overshadowed by Jungkook the following year. Park… Park Taemin… no, that wasn’t right. What was his name? Was it- oh, wait! It was Jimin! A smile hinted on your lips at the memory of that small boy with smaller hands and a hesitant, yet brave smile. You hoped he was doing well with his dream of being a dancer; it was all he talked about when you were there.

Caught up in reminiscing, you hadn’t realized the sun was gone had it not been for the icy breeze dusting your loose strands out of your face. Shivering, you tilted your head up to see that the sun had been replaced by a lingering white sphere, whose silver glow illuminated the clearing as if it were some kind of ethereal landscape. You eyed the dying flowers suspiciously. 

Behind you, the trees rustled.  

You paused. Convincing yourself that it was probably just a deer, or the wind, you pushed off the boulder and jumped down onto the leaves with a heavy sigh. With the sunlight not there to warm you, your bare arms were littered with goosebumps, teeth chattering on their own accord. You could hardly see anything without the sun there guide you- it didn’t help your vision was bad as it is, but now it was dark and you could barely distinguish between a tree and a long blur of brown. Anxiously you hugged your arms closer into your body, blew out a breath of gray smoke, and headed back the way you (thought) had came.

Crack.

Your feet halted again. You stared at the mass of a tree trunk before you and sucked in a nervous breath. “It’s just a deer,” you whispered with hesitation. Tentatively you stepped forward and at the same time you did, something low in the trees emitted a dark, deep rumble of a growl.

Not a deer.

Your stomach tightened in fear just as adrenaline began to flood into your veins. In the darkness, the pupils behind your contacts expanded until the shining color of your iris became a ring of glistening tears. Fight-or-flight instincts moved your feet forward and you didn’t even realize you were running until you felt the air, hot and wet on your face. The silence of the forest was overwhelming but now you were listening for even the slightest sound of disturbance. Your ponytail came loose, strands of hair obscuring your vision, but you didn’t stop.

The ground shook with each pounding step the animal took after you. For a moment you felt ridiculous, as if you were in some kind of movie because these things didn’t happen. Your life was as normal as it could be but now you were here, sprinting through the darkness with dim, silvery strings of lights as your hints and there was something coming after you- it had to be a bear. It couldn’t be anything else.

Its growls bounced off the trees. The sound was something out of a movie- low and dark and twisted, rumbling in its throat against the forest walls. You could hear the sound of your heavy breaths as you hung a left, hoping maybe you could throw it off but-

Your ankle twisted underneath your weight and you cried out in pain, screaming for the chase to end. And before you could stop you were suddenly airborne, flipping onto your side and crashing onto the ground with a loud, resounding thump. Fuck, you were on a hill. Grunts escaped your broken lips with each flip, with each powerful blow your body dealt the forest floor in your relentless torment of a night. Your momentum picked up and you wished- god, you prayed- that your speed was faster than the thing coming after you. 

Your whole body ached when you finally rolled to a stop. The bottom of the hill was caked with mud and held a tiny little puddle, though it was more of a river now, as a reminder of the rain earlier that day. It was strikingly cold and distracted you from the pain you felt, but the taste of mud in your mouth was too much and you sat up, spitting out blood and dirt onto the forest floor. 

A part of you wanted to lay there and rest, to listen and hear if it was still running, but the other half of you- the one guided by adrenaline and the desire for survival- pushed you to your feet. Your ankle cried out when you stepped on it but you went forwards anyway, Converse crunching leaves with each trudge forwards. In your chest, your heart pounded against your ribs, creating an erratic rhythm that only sped up when you realized something- 

it had gone completely silent. 

Shaking in trepidation, you slowly looked up across the mud and water. In the reflection of the moonlight, you could see yourself- your cheek bruised, hair caked with dirt and hanging in wet strands before your face, your lip split. And as your eyes traveled across the lake, they met the reflection of something else on the glittering surface- something with glowing red eyes and a hunger you’d never seen before. 

Everything froze. 

It stared at you through your reflection. Its body, a mass of black and hind legs and hair trembled with anticipation, shaking feverishly across the river. With each exhale you watched clouds of white breath flood the air, disappearing like rivulets of smoke towards the night sky. Glowing embers of eyes glared at you, slowly traveling up the sparkling water and towards your body, rigid and frozen in place. 

Suspense built in your core. Your fingers were dug into the mud, holding you in place, and his long black nails clawed at the ground like a bull at a rodeo. He stared at you for a moment and you were suddenly certain that this wasn’t a bear- but it was close, and it looked familiar and God... were those ears? Why did they look so... human? 

Before you could think the creature let out a growl, something so retched and raspy that it nearly made you throw up. The ground met your back and you lost your ability to scream. Instead, you stared up at it, pupils blown and fear written across every feature of your face, lips curled in and nostrils flaring uncontrollably. Up close it was even more odd to look at... even more human than you’d thought. Black hair climbed up its jaw and decorated its back, in par with a protruding brow bone and a mouthful of long, sharp canines glistening with saliva. Something wet trickled down the side of your head and your vision blurred, then sharpened, then blurred again, like a camera lens focusing and unfocusing. Hot, wet breath trickled across your lips and damn, did this thing need a mint. 

Pain erupted in your side before you even registered it moving. Your eyes grew round and wide, staring up at the skyline while knives entered your hip. Your scream was lost in your throat and you could only gasp, clawing at the ground as if it might help you home. Another low growl rumbled against your skin and your head lolled backwards, thumping against the dirt. 

By the time it stopped you were almost gone. Lapping at the wound it created, the humanoid beast lifted its head, teeth stained crimson, and looked up at you. Those eyes... you were sure you’d never forget them, that you’d never forget the overlapping shades of gold and red, burning into your skull. 

A tiny whimper hummed against your lips. Your hands were shaking as your tried to cover your hip, trying to stop blood from leaving though it seeped through your fingers nonetheless. And for a moment you swore that creature, that thing had heard your pathetic attempts to help yourself, that its grim eyes had flashed over with something... something like guilt. 

You weren’t sure. You couldn’t be sure. Any intelligent thought you had drained out with your wound, dripping burgundy onto the leaves at a slow, steady pace. Your adrenaline was gone and your instinct to fight was rapidly dwindling to an ember. Fingers shook at your sides, before they stilled, and your body went slack against the side of the hill. Your eyes, round and frightened, relaxed until they were half-moons, lazily glaring down at the beast. 

And as you slipped into unconsciousness, the only thing you remembered were the words softly escaping your lips.

“I’m going to die.” 

It was a Friday night, which meant you’d had a hot date with your couch and Netflix, enjoying the time you got the spend alone while your roommate went out. When your friend had called you half-past midnight while you were in the middle of your latest binge, you’d been surprised, but answered anyway. “Hey, what’s up?”

“Uh, (Y/N)?”

Your blood went sluggish. The voice on the other end of the phone was male, and definitely didn’t belong to your friend. “Who is this?”

“It’s Jungkook. From Chem 201?”

Jeon Jungkook. The current bane of your existence—or at least, the bane of your chemistry class. He was seated next to you, and with an assigned seating chart, there was no way to avoid him.

The two of you had admittedly started off on the wrong foot. He’d caught you in a bad mood, but then had matched that mood with his own. But it wasn’t your fault that he was completely intolerable. Just a stupid, smug frat guy. He was probably going to school on his dad’s paycheck and didn’t care about failing. He certainly didn’t care about passing, from what you’d seen of his test results before he’d shoved them into his cluttered backpack.

It had all happened because he’d sat in your seat. From then on, it was like the guy had developed a special grudge against you. And you, who was a good student—you, who had to work hard to maintain a scholarship. You—who was sarcastic and could come off as a little bitchy—yes, you—were all too willing to respond in kind.

First, it had been the man-spreading. Jeon Jungkook sat like he had the biggest elephant nuts of the century. He sat with one leg pressed against you, the other stretched out lax in front of him. It was the touching that bothered you. Jungkook created heat like a furnace, and you didn’t like being touching by people you didn’t know or like. So, you scrunched away from him, curling around the other armrest until your other seat neighbor glared at the both of you. Your row already had such limited space. It was a lecture hall, for God’s sake.

Not to mention all the women that flocked to his seat. You’d had to ask more than one girl to move after coming into class and finding them surrounding him, like he was God’s gift to women. As if. Sure, the guy was nice to look at, but he knew it, and his confidence bordered on an arrogance that made your blood boil. It only got worse when he watched you shoo them away—smirking, knowing it annoyed you. A type of smirk that said, “Don’t you wish you were them?”

No, you self-assured motherfucker. Quit looking at me like that.

Then, it had been the pen clicking—fuck, the pen clicking. Murder was imminent. By the second week, Jungkook had figured out that you hated pen clicking, so that’s exactly what he did.

After that came the Hydroflask Incident. Namely, Jungkook had spilled almost his entire hydroflask on your backpack. That was the worst one. All of your surrounding seatmates had gasped in horror and let you used their desks to air out your papers, which were almost soaked. Luckily, you hadn’t had any textbooks in your backpack at the time. Jungkook had apologized for that one, even looked a little guilty, but it didn’t matter—Jeon Jungkook was obviously the scum of the universe, and you would never accept any apology from him even if he begged you on his knees. He was trash, and that was that. You didn’t waste time on trash.

His face flashed in your mind—wide-eyed, soft-lipped. Why was he calling you from your friend’s phone? They weren’t hooking up, were they? The thought filled you with unexpected horror. “Where’s (Y/Fr/N)?”

There was a deep sigh. It really wasn’t fair that he sounded so good over the phone—everyone sounded ugly over the phone. It was the law! “Listen—she’s in pretty bad shape right now. She came to a party at my frat house and she ended up—maybe taking something?”

You sat up straight on the couch. (Y/Fr/N)? Yeah, she did some wild shit, but she’d never been a drug user. Hell, she’d tried pot back in high school and hadn’t even liked it.

“Taking something? Like what?”

“Uh—shrooms?”

You jaw dropped. Whatever Netflix show you’d been watching turned into static background noise. “What?”

“It was an accident! She was drunk and I think some guy offered her some, and she ate them without realizing it. I’ve got her cornered in my bedroom, but she’s having a really bad trip.”

That was all it took to get you scrambling to your feet. You were wearing a loose shirt and panties, but you tugged on a useless pair of sleep shorts while keeping the phone pressed to your ear with your shoulder.

“Do we need to call 911? Does she need a hospital—?”

“It’s not that bad—,”

“Not that bad? How do you know that? What if it was laced with something and she dies?”

This was so fucking typical. Jeon Jungkook, frat guy extraordinaire, not caring about a girl getting drugged in his own house. Why even call if he was going to act like it wasn’t a big deal?

“It’s not—,”

“This is your frat house, Jungkook! You’re responsible for what happens in it!”

“I fucking know that!” he finally snapped. You went silent in shock. “I know that, okay? We’re all freaking out right now and we already shut down the party! Jesus, Jimin broke that guy’s nose once we found out! I’m calling you because while I was looking through her phone to find someone to come help us, your name was the only one I recognized.”

You bit your lip, chastened. “What’s the address?”

“I’ll text it to you right now. Just—get here soon, okay? I’m afraid she’ll hurt herself.”

This was your worst nightmare, you realized. Something bad like this happening to someone you loved. You didn’t open up easy, so the people you did care about, you cared about hard.

“Has she thrown up?”

“I thought about making her, but I’ll be honest, I don’t know how to handle a situation like this. Alcohol and weed are the only stuff we allow on our property, so whoever this guy was, he snuck in.”

You slipped on your flipflops and dashed out the door. You were surprised to see Jungkook’s frat house was only several blocks away. Perfect, because you didn’t want to wait for an Uber, if you were even lucky enough to find one at this hour. You ran a hand through your hair and tried to shape it into something presentable. Had you showered today? No, you hadn’t. But that didn’t matter.

“Just—sit with her until I get there. Please.”

“I already have been,” he said, surprisingly gentle. “I got her some water and tried to get her to eat, but she wouldn’t take anything from me. She can’t recognize any of us, and she’s scared to death. That’s why I decided to call a friend in her phone. I don’t know anything about her family and didn’t want to immediately call the police and get us all busted. The guy swore up and down it was just shrooms before we kicked him out.”

“Maybe the police are what that guy deserves,” you huffed, pressing the button for the elevator. You lived on the seventh floor and planned to sprint the entire way there, so you might as well conserve your energy.

His silence was telling, until, “If she wants to contact the police after this, we’ll help her.”

Your jaw dropped. You knew damn well that half the people that went to his frat’s parties were underaged, drunk and maybe worse. Calling the police would get everyone in a lot of shit. Some of them might even get expelled, arrested.

Frankly, you had expected him to beg you not to let that happen. His easy compliance shocked you.

Along with his easy compliance, his compassion shocked you as well. He said he’d been trying to care for your friend before calling you, which was more than you expected from some random frat guy who didn’t know her from Eve. A surprisingly kind gesture, from someone who had only shown you distain.

“Well,” you grunted, after collecting yourself. “We’ll see what she says. I’ll be there in five minutes.”

You hung up without another word. The elevator was approaching the first floor, and when it opened, you sprinted out of the lobby and down the street, following the path Google Maps had given you.

You were completely out of breath by the time you found his frat. You’d lost your flipflops somewhere after the first block. It was an old, big house—almost mansion-like. Beer bottles and plastic cups were littered across the lawn, signs of a party ended too quickly. You bounded to the front door and knocked loudly.

No reply. You knocked again, longer. Nothing. You were ready to try the door handle when it turned, and the door was pulled back.

A hard-faced and intimidating boy opened the door an inch. He looked young, but still a little older than Jungkook. He stared at you in frustrated annoyance.

“We said the party’s over.”

“I’m (Y/Fr/N)’s friend,” you panted. “Jungkook called me.”

Immediately, the boy’s face morphed into one of relief. He swung open the door, and you realized he had bright blue hair. “Thank God. I’m sorry. I thought you were here for the party.”

Your lip curled in disgust at the though. “Well, I’m not. Excuse me.”

You shouldered him out of the way a bit, taking in the space. It was definitely a frat house. It smelled like an aging brewery. There were several other men in the room who openly stared at you. For a moment, you were embarrassed by your attire, but the moment passed quickly.

“Where’s Jungkook?” you asked the room. Several of them pointed to a staircase in the corner. “Thank you.”

You took the stairs two at a time before almost running into someone at the top. He must have been waiting for you. For the first time, the sight of Jeon Jungkook filled you with complete joy and relief. His face, in comparison, was more shocked and horrified.

“Jesus, (Y/N)—where are your shoes?”

“Where is she?”

“You’re barely dressed—,”

“Jungkook.”

He sighed, accepting defeat. “She’s in my room, this way.”

Jungkook led you down the dark and empty hallway until you came to a door. It had several posters hanging on it, but you didn’t know of what. He pressed his ear to the door for a moment to listen before finally opening it, sensing your worried impatience.

The light was off. You got a sense of a modest-sized space, painted a dark color. There was a desk with a wicked gaming center set up on it, a dresser, and—there, a bed. You could see a shapeless lump on it that turned into a person the harder you stared.

“Hey, (Y/Fr/N),” you said, soothingly. She was curled up in a ball at the foot of the bed, head buried in the blanket. You turned to Jungkook. “Could you give us some privacy?”

His face creased. “She might get violent.”

“That’s okay, I’ll be fine.”

Your friend looked up when she started to register your voice, and said, “(Y/N)!”

She scrambled off the bed and threw herself at you. Jungkook tensed, and moved almost as if to defend you, but all your friend did was collapse in your embrace and begin to sob. She blubbered something, but you couldn’t make out what she was saying. You were certain it had something to do with whatever hallucinations her bad trip was producing.

Jungkook looked at her guiltily. “Has she ever taken anything like this?”

“She’s smoked some weed, but nothing more serious.”

You led your friend to the bed and helped her lie down, still shaking and sobbing. You held her hand and she gripped you tightly, like she was afraid you would let go.

“It’s okay,” you reassured her, keeping your voice calm and steady without being too sappy. “I know it’s bad right now, but you’re safe. I’m here with you, and this will be over soon.”

You laid down until you were across from her, watching her rock back and forth. You used your thumb to wipe her wet face. “Jungkook—could you bring me some tissues?”

You didn’t look as he left, or when he came back. He handed you a roll of toilet paper.

“Sorry,” he muttered. “It’s all we have.”

“It’s fine,” you assured him, voice still soft. You didn’t see it, but Jungkook’s gaze lingered on you, suddenly struck by your kindness. In class, you were often so cold and reserved. It was startling for him to see you so suddenly and painfully human.

He felt guilty for thinking that. He wasn’t going to lie and pretend he liked you, but he didn’t not like you, which you seemed to assume.

It was like you purposefully made yourself hard to get along with. Jungkook was an easygoing guy—maybe a little introverted, but friendly, at least. At first, he’d thought you were that way too. Until he very quickly realized you were just stuck-up and mean.

Well, that was harsh. You weren’t mean, and if you were, it was because he messed with you. To be honest, he couldn't actually pinpoint exactly why he liked doing that. Sometimes, it was just nice to get underneath your skin. To see your perfect composure crack, with just the clicking of his pen.

He just wished you didn’t look at him like he was a bug to be squished underneath your shoe.

Jungkook didn’t consider himself a frat guy, whatever that was. He was a guy, and he was in a frat. Why did putting those two together suddenly erase every other part of his personality? Before, he was Jeon Jungkook—kind, honest, handsome, talented, funny. But now, he’s Jeon Jungkook—frat guy.

That was the only part you seemed to care about. Why should he be compelled to think any kinder about you? To him, you were just a judgmental, possibly even cold-hearted classmate.

But that was before—before he saw you like this. Before he watched you wipe snot from your friend’s nose with your sleeve when the toilet paper wasn’t doing the job. He sank to the floor, mollified with the knowledge that your friend probably wasn't going to attack you at any given moment.

You wiped the snot from your friend’s nose, and the drool from her mouth. You tried to wipe off her smudged and running makeup as best as you could. She was still sniffling, eyes shut tight like she was afraid to open them.

After what must have been at least an hour, her trembling stopped. Her hand was lax in your own, and her breathing evened out. She had finally, finally fallen asleep, while you murmured reassurances into the still space between her face and your own.

You observed her, making sure she didn’t look sick or sallow. Making sure she was still breathing. Your own eyes were dry and stinging, but you weren’t tired enough to sleep. Another half-hour went by like this, until you felt confident enough to extract her hand from your own and carefully climb off the bed.

Your body was slightly sore, and you turned to stretch—and saw Jungkook asleep by the door, body slumped forward.

You stopped. He looked softer in his sleep. His face was suddenly round and painfully young. His mouth was open slightly, air whistling between his lips. His hair was stuck up in front from constantly running his hand through it, and his skin was paler—too pale. His dark circles stood out. He was still wearing jeans and a t-shirt, which you assumed he’d been wearing at the party.

A glance at your phone confirmed that it was only three in the morning. You walked back around the bed and covered your friend with the blanket, making sure she was comfortable. You gently removed her shoes. She snuggled deeper into the pillow, still clinging to sleep.

You moved back toward the door. You crouched down until you were close to Jungkook’s face.

“Hey,” you whispered, reaching out to poke his shoulder gently. He jumped suddenly, whacking his head against the door.

He gasped in pain while you cringed for him. Reaching up, you cradled the back of his head and rubbed gently to help with the pain. It was a sudden, intimate gesture, but you were still in mothering mode. He allowed it, staring sleepily into the dark. You glanced back at your friend to make sure she hadn’t been woken by the thud.

“Can we step outside?” you asked, voice still low. He winced and nodded, climbing unsteadily to his feet. The two of you slipped outside, leaving your friend comfortable and still asleep in the bed.

The hallway was pitch black, but you could see light coming from the bottom of the staircase. Jungkook slipped his hand in your own and led you in that direction. His hand was warm and slightly rough, and you squeezed it subconsciously. He squeezed back. In the darkness of the hallway, so late at night, and after dealing with such a scary and pressing situation, almost nothing felt real—it was almost like a strange dream.

He let go of your hand at the bottom of the staircase. You let him.

A lamp glowed dimly in the corner. In the living room was another boy. You recognized him as the one who had answered the door. He was lounging on the couch, scrolling through his phone. He jerked up when he saw you.

“Is she okay?” he asked, speaking in a whisper. Like it was too late at night and the room was too empty to use a regular speaking voice.

“I think she’ll be fine,” you replied. “She’s gotten past the worst of it, and now she’s asleep. I wanted to grab her a glass of water for when she wakes up.”

You turned toward Jungkook. “Where’s your kitchen?”

The other boy jumped off the couch before he could reply. “I’ll show you.”

“Taehyung,” Jungkook said, lowly. Almost gruffly. His morning voice? “I’ve got it.”

Taehyung stopped and raised an eyebrow. He eyed Jungkook, suspiciously. Something passed between the two of them, but you were too tired and mentally occupied to focus on it.

You tugged on the sleeve of Jungkook’s shirt and demanded, “Kitchen.”

The weird eye contact between Jungkook and Taehyung was broken, and he turned to you. “Yeah, it’s this way.”

He led you, but Taehyung followed anyway. The kitchen was modest and much cleaner than you expected. As if sensing your surprise, Jungkook snorted.

“You really think we’re animals, don’t you?” he asked. He opened a cabinet and grabbed a glass, while you flushed.

“I don’t,” you defended. You were feeling a bit ashamed. You’d thought some harsh things about Jungkook, and even if you hadn’t said them out loud, they still influenced how you’d treated him. Tonight, you’d gotten an opportunity to see a different side of him—one that you hadn’t allowed yourself to see before.

Suddenly, everything he’d ever done to you felt petty. So, what, he clicked his pen? He spilled water on your backpack? What did stuff like that matter? Why had you let it affect you so much?

“Yes, you do,” he replied. “You’re always so quick to think the worst of us.”

“Bold statement to make from a boy whose frat hosted the party my friend was drugged at.”

He and Taehyung winced, but then so did you. You could recognize a low blow, even if you were the one that had delivered it. There must be something wrong with you. Hadn’t you just been thinking you were being a huge bitch?

“I’m sorry,” you apologized, immediately. “I know that’s not the whole picture. I didn’t mean for it to sound that judgmental.”

Jungkook stared, and you flushed. “I mean—I know I can do that. Be more judgmental than I realize. And it’s true that sometimes I’m more inclined to think badly of you. But I know that’s just me being a bitch about it.”

“You don’t have to apologize,” Taehyung butted in, drawing your attention and Jungkook’s ire. “This is our frat, and it’s our fault something like this happened. We should be more careful about who we invite and who we let in.”

Taehyung moved until he was standing next to you and continued. “It’s easy to have a negative opinion on frat life. I’m sorry that we had to prove you right tonight.”

Your flush deepened, but this time because of attention instead of embarrassment. Christ, where had Jungkook been hiding such a handsome and well-spoken frat brother? If you’d met him first instead of Jeon, maybe your opinion on frat life wouldn’t be so negative.

Jungkook narrowed his eyes at the interaction. It made his skin tingle and his chest burn. He filled the glass he’d gotten with water and thrusted it toward you. “Here. We should go back up.”

Taehyung looked at him in confusion as you took the glass. “Just stay down here and sleep on the couch with me, man. I was gonna stay to get an early start on cleaning tomorrow morning.” He looked at you suddenly. “What did you say your name was again?”

“She didn’t,” Jungkook said, at the same time you replied, “(Y/N).”

Taehyung smiled. It was boxy. Adorable. “(Y/N) and (Y/Fr/N) can sleep in your bed, and you can sleep down here with me. Right?”

Jungkook frowned. “I’m fine on the floor. I want to be there if something happens.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but Jungkook shot you such a sudden glare that your teeth snapped shut. Taehyung eyed him again, except this time in amusement.

“Okay,” he shrugged. He looked back at you and smiled, but there was something more to it—it was playful, teasing. “Thank you for coming over, (Y/N). You’re a devoted friend.”

You smiled at the compliment. “I’m just doing what I’m supposed to do.”

“You’re doing a lot more than a lot of people would be willing,” he corrected, making your smile widen.

“Yeah, she’s great,” Jungkook snapped, sarcastically. “We need to go back.”

You narrowed you eyes at him, but let it go. It was time to let it all go. You were tired of being bitter and thinking you were justified for it. 

The three of you wished each other good night before Jungkook took you back to his room, hand on the small of your back while you climbed the dark staircase. You stopped near the top, where it was still bright enough to see most of his face.

“You okay?” he asked, concerned. You nodded and looked away.

“Yeah, I just—,” and you stopped, unsure. “I’m sorry, I’m so bad at this. But I just feel like I owe you an apology.”

His jaw dropped. “What?”

You sighed. Did he have to be so dramatic? This was already hard for you. “I meant what I said earlier, about thinking the worst of you. When we first met, I was already in a super bad mood. We got off on the wrong foot.” You looked at his face. “I definitely thought you were just some ignorant fuckboy frat guy, but worse than that, I really didn’t try to see you as anything else. I accepted my bad impression of you and let it color my judgment toward everything you did. That was wrong of me.”

You glanced down the hallway, toward his room. “Thank you for calling me. I’m really grateful you were able to take care of (Y/Fr/N) before I got here. You didn’t have to do that. She’s not even your friend.”

Jungkook watched your face closely as you continued. “So, what I’m really trying to say is—I’m sorry for being rude. I’m sorry for not taking the time to get to know you. And I’m sorry for not giving you a chance. It’s a bad reflection of my character. Thank you for putting up with me, and thank you for helping me tonight.”

You waited a bit in stuffy silence. You weren’t sure what you were expecting—for him to laugh in you face, maybe. For him to at least acknowledge your apology. You were getting nervous until he finally said, “I’m sorry, too,”

You let out a surprised noise, and he continued. “You’re not the only guilty one. I did the exact same thing. I didn’t take the time to get to know you because I thought you weren't worth getting to know. I thought you were rude and uptight, and I went out of my way to annoy you because of it. That was wrong of me and I was being a huge dick. It wasn’t until tonight that I saw you as like, an actual person.”

“What did you see me as before?” you asked, slightly amused.

“I don’t know. A robot or something.” At your offended look, he was quick to continue. “But no offense! You’re just always in class, always paying super close attention, never talking. Sometimes, I don’t even think you breathe.”

You tried to find it in yourself to be offended, but then—you laughed. You laughed hard enough to make the water in the glass you were holding slosh precariously, and until finally, Jungkook laughed too.

“Yeah,” you agreed, still chuckling. “I’m sorry. I take myself a little too seriously sometimes.”

“That’s not a bad thing,” he said. “I probably don’t take myself seriously enough. I know I’m goofy, but my grades—,” and here he stopped, grimacing, “—are bad. Really bad. Especially in chemistry.”

“I can help you out, if you want,” you offered. It was time to start wrapping up your conversation. You didn’t want to leave your friend alone for much longer. “We can study together.”

He seemed shocked. “Really?”

“Totally,” you agreed. “I mean, I suck at chemistry too. Maybe we can help each other.”

Jungkook stared at you a moment longer. If seeing you act kind with your friend had been a shocker, this was somehow even worse—seeing you actively friendly. He was certain, after tonight, and after your apology, that your cold and anti-social persona hide a surprisingly welcoming and caring heart. How willfully blind he must have been to have missed it.

Then he smiled, almost shyly. A surprising bunny smile, very different from the smug one he usually wore in class. “Yeah. Maybe we can.”

The two of you went back to his room. He creaked open the door and let you through, closing it behind him. It was still dark, but your eyes were more adjusted. You could hear your friend lightly snoring on the bed, and could make out a lump under the blanket.

As you made your way deeper into the room, Jungkook seated himself by the door again and leaned against it for support. You winced in sympathy for his back.

“I’m sorry you have to sleep on the floor,” you whispered. Jaw clicking, you suppressed a yawn. Maybe you would be able to get some sleep.

“It’s fine.” And then, “I’m used to having plenty of women in my bed.”

You scoffed lightly. Of course he’d say some stupid shit like that right after your heart-to-heart. “Don’t ruin our friendship before it can begin, Jeon.”

“Is that what this is?” he asked. “A friendship?”

“Go to bed.” You set the glass down on the bedside table and climbed in next to your friend. She was still sleeping peacefully, mouth ajar and breathing evenly.

A minute later, once the two of you had settled, you heard a quiet, “Good night, (Y/N).”