#l&e

Because your father insisted that you be present during them, to mingle with his colleagues - charm them, perhaps. You had to be the picture perfect daughter, just like your mother had to be the picture perfect wife back when she was alive. But they were inconvenient, like tonight, because your school was having a huge basketball game, home team playing against their biggest rivals, and you wanted to go with Jimin so badly, but you had to be here. Smiling in old men's faces and having to endure the old ladies' patronizing attitudes towards you.

It felt like the worst type of punishment.

When you made it into your bedroom, you slammed the door with frustration and jumped onto your bed, not even bothering to take off your nice dress first. After a moment, you retrieved your phone off of the nightstand and navigated to your text messages.

"How's the game going? ;/" You sent a text to Jimin and then dropped your phone onto your stomach with a huff. It took about a minute or two for a response and you read it quickly.

"Bout to hit half time, they up by 2 pts. We need you here :("

Your chest tightened with jealousy and your eyes pathetically stung with tears, hating how stuck you were. You were fifteen years old, stuck at the house on a Friday night, having to entertain rich old people, when you should be out, living your life and hanging out with your friends, having fun.

This sucked.

Another ping came from your phone and you expected it be another text from Jimin, but you were completely surprised when you saw his name above the new message.

Jungkook.

With fingers faster than lightening, you tapped on it to read it, heart beating quickly.

"Hey wyd"

It was so simple and basic, yet you read it over and over and over again before you typed out and sent  a response.

"Hi! Nothing much just stuck at home and wishing I was at the basketball game tonight >.< What about you?"

Forty three seconds and then ping. And no, you were not counting.

Okay, maybe you were.

"Wanna go?"

God, you wanted to type out a big, all caps YES, but you knew you couldn't.

"I do, but I can't."

"Why? Lol I'll come pick you up"

You sat back after reading that, looking away from the screen and up at the ceiling, thinking. What if you snuck out? Surely your father was too busy to actively look for you if he couldn't see you around downstairs.

Without thinking on it any longer, you quickly replied to Jungkook and then jumped off of the bed, shedding your dress onto the floor and looking for something more casual to wear. You ended up throwing on some black leggings and the oversized school sweatshirt that you had borrowed from Jimin and never gave back. Your hair was perfectly done and curled, looking odd with your choice of outfit, so you grabbed a hair tie off of your dresser and threw it up in a ponytail.

Looking in the mirror, you gave yourself a once-over and then nodded your head in approval.

Much better.

With your anxiety level through the roof, you snuck down the stairs that led into the laundry room. Carefully, you slipped out into the hallway, looking down into the kitchen to see if anyone noticed your presence and then you turned and quickly moved down the rest of the hallway to the back door.

When you finally got outside, you let out a deep breath and placed your hand over your racing heart. That was terrifying and exhilirating at the same time and you found yourself laughing, hands cupping your flushed cheeks and feeling the adrenaline rushing through your veins.

Your phone rang in your purse and you quickly retrieved it, moving away from the back door and into the backyard. It was Jungkook calling and you answered it, bringing the device up to your ear.

"Hey," you greeted, breathless and smiling.

"Hey, I'm here. Where are you?"

Walking through the backyard, you made your way to the fence, opening the latch and slipping through before clicking it back into place. "I'm coming, had to sneak out the back door."

"Yah, you bad girl," Jungkook said lightly with a chuckle, and your cheeks seemed to flush even more when he called you 'bad girl'. You liked it a little too much for some reason. "Damn, there's a lot of cars out here. Nice ones too. What's going on at your house tonight?"

With a roll of your eyes, you shook your head as if he could see you. "Some stupid party of my dads," you approached your driveway and saw Jungkook's car parked out on the street. "Hey, I see you, be there in a sec." And then you hung up, stuffing your phone back into your purse and speeding up to get to his car more quickly.

Once you got in, you looked over at Jungkook and gave him a shy grin, tucking your hair behind your ear. "Hey,"

For a moment, he just stared at you, and then turned the car on before pulling off. "You smell good," he said in response, glancing at you.

Your cheeks were on fire and you laughed lightly. "Thank you? It's sweet pea, I think."

"Sweet pea," he echoed, nodding his head. "I like things that smell good."

With enough courage to fight a lion, you tried to reply nonchalantly. "Oh, does that mean you like me, Jeon Jungkook?" And despite the fact your heart was thumping in your chest, you tried to remain cool.

Jungkook didn't reply, but he gave you one of his little smirks, eyebrow raised as if he was telling you it was up to you.  

If you were brave enough, you could take that as a yes.

But you weren't very brave, so you opted to let out a little laugh and look out of your window, not pressing the subject any further.

Your cheeks were going to explode.

When you showed up to school, the parking lot was packed, telling you how many people were attending the game. You couldn't wait to get inside and feel the excitement and to cheer for your home team, so you ended up grabbing Jungkook's hand and running towards the building, wanting to get inside as soon as possible.

Once you got in and made your way to the gym, you were immediately met with bright lights and the sound of sneakers squeaking on the court. There were so many people squeezed onto both sides of the bleachers and you instantly tried looking for Jimin in the sea of bodies. He must have been waiting for you, because he jumped up and waved frantically to catch your attention.

Looking at Jungkook, you noticed the way he was looking around the gym, at all of the people, an almost spooked-expression on his face.

"Crowds not your thing?" You asked him, reaching for his hand reassuringly and to lead the way to Jimin.

"Depends," he mumbled back an answer, following you easily.

"Depends?"

"Yeah. Depends on the crowd. This, isn't exactly my thing. Pep rally, school spirit, type of shit."

You laughed at that. "It's just a basketball game." He made a displeased noise anyways. "Okay then, what crowds do you like?"

"I don't know, chill crowds? Just not this basically."

Frowning, you made it up to the bleachers, pausing on climbing up them in favor to turn around and face Jungkook. "If you don't like these type of crowds so much, then why did you agree to come with me?"

Jungkook only stared at you for a moment, as if you knew the answer to that question you just needed to think a little harder. "Come on, up you go," he turned you around towards the bleachers so you could start climbing them, with him following close behind.

There was a strange feeling in your chest now from Jungkook's change in behavior, but you tried your hardest to ignore it, not wanting it to ruin your good mood.

"Finally! I didn't think you'd make it," Jimin shouted over the loudness of the gym once you made it up to him, hugging him before taking a seat on the metal bleachers and Jungkook sat on the other side of you, leaving you to be in the middle.

The energy in the gym was infectious, everyone cheering, wearing their team's colors and waving pompoms in the air. You smiled, loving the atmosphere and thinking of what a contrast it was to your father's party back at home.

You glanced at Jungkook and saw him staring off into the crowd, as if he was watching someone. Trying to follow his gaze, your eyes ending up landing on Hyuna, one of the senior girls. Also one of the prettiest girls in school, if not the most.

A jealous pang stabbed at your chest, at the fact Jungkook's attention was on some other girl, and you boldly intertwined your fingers with his, grabbing his hand and pulling it into your lap, squeezing it.

His head whipped to the side to look at your connected hands in surprise, and then he shifted his eyes to look up at your face. A curious glint was inside of them, but instead of pulling his hand free like you had initially feared, he just squeezed yours back and looked off at the court. Apparently content to leave them intertwined.

Your heartbeat increased and you had to bite your lip to hide the smile threatening to break out, feeling happy and giddy on the inside.

So caught up in Jungkook, you didn't even realize how tense Jimin had gone beside you until you bumped into his rigid form. Surprised, you looked over at him and saw him glaring at you and Jungkook's connected hands resting in your lap. When he noticed that you caught him staring, he looked back off at the court and huffed.

"What's the matter?" You leaned over to ask in his ear, but you weren't stupid. You already knew.

Jimin shrugged his shoulders, shaking his head. "Nothing." And then he kissed your cheek as a way to make you drop it, but you rolled your eyes, knowing that his 'nothing' was a lie.

"Yeah, I totally believe that."

"Strange choice of company, that's all." Jimin whispered back, choosing to cheer and clap when your school scored, ending the conversation.

An anger boiled inside of you at Jimin's ignorant judgement on Jungkook. You knew what he thought of Jungkook, and all of it wasn't true. You knew it because you used to think the same way about him, until you got to know him and found out that he was really just a kind, selfless person.

What it seemed like on the outside, wasn't what was on the inside. And you wished everyone could see that, especially Jimin since he was so important to you, and Jungkook was slowly becoming that way to you as well.

You wanted them to be able to get along.

Home: 27. Visitors: 25.

The school won, and after cheering profusely with all of your fellow students, you, Jungkook and Jimin made your way out to the parking lot of the school.

It was awkward because no one was speaking, so you decided to break the silence. "That game was so intense, and I didn't even see all of it!" You spoke up, looking between the two guys. "I'm so happy I got to come and see the end,"

There was more silence, but then, "So, did you enjoy the game Jungkook?" Jimin suddenly asked, and Jungkook who had been looking down, whipped his head up at the sound of Jimin addressing him.

"Y-yeah, like ____ said, it was intense," Jungkook looked and sounded anxious, and it made you mad because you knew he could pick up on Jimin's feelings towards him and it was clearly making him feel uncomfortable.

You glared at your best friend, wanting to tell him off right then and there in defense of Jungkook, but you knew that would only make things worse and have Jimin mad at you.

And you didn't want that. Because as angry as it made you for Jimin to wrongfully judge Jungkook, you knew he was only outwardly expressing it because he cared about you.

When you told him you were going to be tutoring Jungkook, he freaked out and began enlightening you of all the rumors about him, and had no issues with expressing his dislike of the situation and Jungkook himself. He begged you to be careful, because apparently there was a rumor going around that Jungkook's father was a gang lord and Jungkook was already enthralled into the lifestyle.

That rumor was so far from the truth that it was laughable. Little did everyone know, Jungkook's father wasn't even in his life and he lived in a shabby little apartment with his mother and during his down time when people thought he was out doing drugs and vandalizing the city, he was actually sitting at home, listening to his music and drawing in his sketchpad.

He was still just a kid, even if he didn't act like it.

You finally came to the conclusion that Jungkook was an enigma, and when people couldn't figure things out, they just made things up to try and make themselves feel better about not knowing.

"Jimin! Jimin!" A voice shouted and you all three turned your heads in the direction it came from out of curiosity. It was Suyoung and she was quickly approaching in a jog. "Jimin, a huge group of us are going to MinSun's to celebrate the win. Wanna come?" She said upon arrival, looking at you afterwards, and then at Jungkook. "You two are welcome to come too." She added, her gaze lingering on Jungkook, as if she were a bit hesitant about him and then she finally averted her attention back to Jimin.

Jimin nodded his head in agreement. "Yeah, sounds fun. What about you ____?" He looked at you for your answer, but instead of giving him one, you looked to Jungkook.

"Do you want to go, Jungkook?" You asked him, and his face scrunched up slightly in distaste and he shook his head.

"I got work tomorrow morning and I should probably, uhh, get home." You could tell he was lying straight through his teeth. He didn't exactly seem like a person who cared about how much he slept. However you knew better than anyone that things weren't always as they seemed when it came to Jungkook, but you really really wanted him to go.

"But you're my ride home and I really wanna go." You pouted slightly, sticking your bottom lip out a little. Surely he'd cave with a little bit of persuasion.

"____, just let him go. I'll give you a ride home." Jimin chimed in, a petty tone to his voice that made you want to scoff.

Jungkook shot Jimin a look, his brows furrowing slightly. Clearly picking up on his tone and becoming defensive.

"Nah, I'll go," Jungkook threw back, eyes boring into Jimin. "Come on, let's head out." He told you, grabbing your hand and leading the way to his car.

For some reason, you felt guilty now. As if the two wouldn't be at each other like that if you hadn't been so pushy.

You looked over your shoulder and waved at Jimin, who just gave you a half-hearted one back before walking off with Suyoung, shaking his head.

Great. Now your best friend was clearly not happy with you and you already knew you'd be hearing about it over a long novel-like text message probably late tonight when you were laying in bed.

So crowds weren't Jungkook's thing. And maybe they even gave him a little bit of anxiety. Or alot. Especially when said crowd were hollering, laughing loudly, taking selfies and moving about like ants in the tiny restaurant, claiming the public place as their own. He wasn't in his element. At all. He wasn't bright and social and hyper like the rest of the people his age here. He almost felt too old to be hanging out with these people, but that obviously wasn't the truth.

And the thing that aggravated him the most was that he wished he could be that way sometimes. Carefree, without having the responsibilities most sixteen year olds couldn't imagine having. But acting that way now would only serve to make him feel uncomfortable and out of place. He just didn't have it in him anymore - was forced to grow up more quickly than everyone else his age.

"Jungkook!" The sound of his name brought him out of his thoughts and he looked over to see you holding your phone up, wanting a picture with him for your snapchat.

He chuckled, leaning over and scrunching his nose up for the selfie. Once it was taken, you flipped through the filters until you found the right one and then posted the picture.

"Perfect," you chirped when you looked over at him with a small smile, your eyes connecting with each other and in that moment, he wanted nothing more than to lean down and kiss the smile on your lips. And maybe he would have, if it weren't for all of the people around to judge him.

His eyes flicked down to your lips, plush and parted and begging to be kissed. He bit his bottom lip at the sight.

With a huff, he tore his eyes away and pushed his chair back away from the table, quickly deciding that he needed some fresh air before he tackled you to the ground and kissed you silly.

You looked up at him with wide, innocent eyes when he stood up. "Where are you going?"

"Gonna step outside for a minute," he answered, smiling lightly.

"You okay?" There was a hint of concern to your voice.

"Perfect, just need a cigarette." He chuckled, and you smiled sheepishly, nodding.

"Well, okay. Hurry back," you reached for his hand, gripping it tightly and then letting it go.

Jungkook looked around at everyone at the table, seeing if anyone had noticed what you did, and sure enough, he caught Park Jimin right as he looked away from the two of you. A stern expression on his face as he returned to a conversation he was having with someone.

A heavy feeling presented itself in Jungkook's chest and he quickly headed out of the chaotic restaurant.

He walked around the side of the building, which was sort of in an alleyway, and then he retrieved a cigarette from the pack he stole from his mom and lit it. He'd hear about it from her of course, but her scoldings were always halfhearted. "Jungkookie, bad boy. I don't like you smoking, and those were mine." And they were usually always followed by some sort of display of affection - a hug, kiss on the cheek or cuddling up to him if they happened to be in bed. So really, could you blame him for not listening to her protests? It's not like she exactly meant them. At least it didn't seem that way to him.

After a shortwhile, a door on the side of the building opened and out stepped a shorter man with black hair and an apron on. An employee of the restaurant.

Jungkook looked him over for a moment and saw that the guy must have been craving the same thing as him - a cigarette, because no sooner than the door shut behind him, he was flicking the lighter on and lighting the end of the stick with flame. Jungkook turned his head away when the guy in question looked at him.

He took a puff off of his cigarette and saw in the corner of his eye the guy walk a little closer. So he tilted his head to look and widened his eyes when he saw the guy coming straight at him.

"Hey," he called out and Jungkook blew the smoke out of his mouth, turning to face him.

"Uh, hi?" Jungkook said, a little freaked out and confused.

The guy took a drag and immediately blew the smoke out of the corner of his mouth, eyeing Jungkook, now standing right in front of him. "You with that crowd inside?"

Jungkook didn't know why he was slightly afraid to answer that question. What if he said yes, what if he said no?

"Uh, yeah. I am." He ended up answering truthfully.

The black haired stranger paused on a response in favor for another drag, answering with the exhale of smoke. "Fuck you then."

Taken by surprise, Jungkook just stared at him.

"Um. Excuse me." He deadpanned.

"You heard me," the guy laughed, flicking some ash off of his cigarette. "Fuck you and your group of hellraisers."

"They're not my group," Jungkook threw out, taking a drag and squinting his eyes at the guy as he exhaled. "I didn't want to come, trust me."

The stranger immediately laughed at that, eyes filled with amusement as he looked at Jungkook. "The fuck you here for then? They bring you here by gunpoint?" More laughter.

Jungkook didn't know what to think of this strange situation he found himself in, but the guy was really rubbing him the wrong way and he was this close to scoffing and politely telling the dude to fuck off and leave him alone.

But he didn't. Instead, he took one last drag and tossed his cigarette to the ground before stomping on it and squishing it with his boot.

"I think every shitty situation a guy gets himself into is always because of a girl," Jungkook shrugged. "Mine's no different."

"Ah, high school pussy." The guy said in understanding and looked off with a whistle, as if he was reminiscing. "That shit can make you do crazy things."

Jungkook hardly thought going to a basketball game and the post-game hangout were considered crazy things, but whatever. He nodded in agreement anyways.

"Yeah I saw a few hot ones in there, ain't gonna lie," the stranger was done with his cigarette too and flicked it carelessly to the ground. "I also won't lie about how I'm probably gonna try and get some," he chuckled with a shameless shrug.

"And how old are you?" The question fell out of Jungkook's mouth before he even thought about it.

"Old enough," was his response.

"Too old." Jungkook answered properly for him, narrowing his eyes.

"Hey, I won't force - fuck that shit. But if she willingly hops on my dick, I see no shame in the game." Another shrug. "What? You gunnin' for all of them in there or something? I think that's a little much for you even, bigshot."

And Jungkook was just about to throw something back, but he stopped himself when he realized how big of a fucking hypocrite he was being. With his job, he really didn't have any room to be talking about this subject to someone else like he was above it or something.

The realization shut him up, and he glanced off for a moment.

"You're gonna fuck around and mess with one too young," he threw out there and the guy just made a noise of disagreement.

"I can read 'em well, tell which ones are ripe and which ones are not."

God, was he talking about girls or fucking avocados, Jungkook wondered with a slight frown on his face.

"Whatever, just leave the one alone wearing the tight leggings and the glittery shoes. That one's mine." There was a possessive bite to his voice, and Jungkook immediately felt strange and out of place. Like he shouldn't be talking about you like that. Like he didn't deserve to, standing out in this dank alleyway with cigarette smoke on his breath.

"Ah, fuck you, I know exactly which one I'm going for now." The guy teased, and Jungkook snickered despite finding no humor in that whatsoever. In fact, even if the words weren't serious they made his chest feel a little heavy with anxiety. "Anyways, the fuck is your name, kid? I'm Yoongi."

Jungkook shoved his hands in his pockets and lifted his shoulders, the chilly weather starting to get to him since he stupidly left his jacket in the restaurant hanging on the back of his chair.

"Jungkook," he responded, a shiver wracking his frame.

The guy - Yoongi - nodded his head at the name. "Well Jungkook, you better beat me inside before I take glittery shoes in the bathroom and take her for a ride."

A possessiveness siezed hold of Jungkook's entire body and he suddenly wanted to lash out and tell Yoongi to shut his fucking mouth about you, but he knew the guy was only joking around and that he himself should calm down because technically he had no claim over you. Really, if this MinSun's employee wanted to take you to the bathroom and give you a quick fuck with your consent, then Jungkook could do nothing but sit back and bask in his own jealousy.

"Yeah, that ain't gonna happen man. She's already too whipped for my dick and can't settle for anything less now. You missed your chance," Jungkook threw back easily, but there was a lump in his throat and a brick on his chest. He felt so pathetic, every word coming out of his mouth being a complete fucking lie. Who knew if you even wanted to have sex with him, let alone be whipped for his dick.

"Hey, sometimes small packages come with the biggest surprise." Yoongi brazenly grabbed his crotch and shook it in his hand, grinning. "I've left 'em limping before, kid."

Jungkook didn't even know what to say, but he kept his mouth shut before he got himself into a dick measuring contest. "Nice, man," he said with a mustered up impressive tone, half-way turning back towards the front of the building. "Well I guess I'm gonna head back inside now, catch you around."

"See ya." Yoongi said, turning around and beginning to walk back down to the door he came out of. "Get that pussy, kid!" He shouted over his shoulder.

"Yeah," was all Jungkook said, as he turned around and began walking to the front of the building again.

Get that pussy, when in reality, all Jungkook was trying to get was another kiss.

When he returned to his seat, you looked at him, a little surprised. "There you are," you wrapped both of your arms around his one, hugging it with a giggle. Jungkook's eyes instinctively flicked to Park Jimin to see his reaction to your display of affection, but the guy looked like he was forcing himself not to look. "I thought you ditched me, Jeon Jungkook."

He chuckled, shaking his head when he looked back at you. "Nah, just got held up outside by some guy," and just then, Jungkook looked across the small restaurant and saw Yoongi standing by some table, bus tub clutched in one hand, talking to a few girls from school. They were giggling shyly and giving each other looks like they couldn't believe an older guy was interested in them. 

Well, he wasn't lying.

"What guy?" You asked and then took a sip of your drink.

Still looking at Yoongi, he shrugged and averted his attention back to you. "Just some guy who bummed a cigarette from me."

You hummed in response, taking one last sip of your drink before you hopped up from your seat. "I gotta go to the bathroom, be right back." You explained and then took off walking to the restrooms.

It dawned on Jungkook that you would have to pass by Yoongi to get there, and when you did - walking by the guy with quick steps, he did a doubletake and then his eyes followed you all the way to the bathroom. Well, to be more specific, followed your ass.

Jungkook puffed air out of his nose and his hands clenched for a moment, displeased by Yoongi's gawking. Jungkook looked away however, knowing the more he stared at Yoongi the more pissed he'd become, and he realized after a moment that his eyes landed on Kim Hyuna.

A shudder threatened to wrack his body, and he had to take a sip of his mountain dew to distract himself and his thoughts.

She was the niece of one of his clients, and although she was oblivious to the whole thing between him and Yeura, it still unsettled him that his two lives were so close together right now. It was too small of a world, and he hated it. Because it never failed to remind him how easily his secret could be found out.

When you returned, placing your hands on his shoulders before sitting down, he flinched at the sudden contact, but relaxed when he realized it was you.

He didn't know how much he could take being in this restaurant any longer, so he turned towards you.

"Do you want to get out of here?"

At the question, you looked surprised, completely oblivious to his inner turmoil, therefore confused on why he wanted to leave so suddenly.

"O-okay," you replied after a moment, gathering your stuff. "Let me tell Jimin real quick and give him mon--"

Jungkook stood up. "I'll wait outside for you, yeah?"

You just nodded up at him, and he swiped his jacket off of the back of the chair and made his way out of the door.

✐ ✐

When you woke up, it was to soft circles being rubbed into your hip and even softer eyes gazing down at you.

"Morning," you murmured sleepily, smiling up at him.

Jungkook's response was a kiss - a soft one, and you melted into it. The hand of his that was rubbing circles into your hip traveled up your body to cup the side of your face.

For awhile it was like that, Jungkook gently claming your lips with his own until his mouth trailed down to your neck where he began peppering soft, light kisses along your throat.

It was such a pleasant feeling to wake up to, such gentle affection, and you laid there pliantly, head tilted back so he could have free range of your neck.

Eventually, Jungkook moved his way on top of you and you welcomed him by spreading your legs.

The heaviness and warmth of his morning wood rested entincingly on your hipbone and you brought your hand up, smoothing it up his toned side and then onto his back where you gently scratched along the smooth surface with your fingertips. It flexed under your touch, and that only served to stoke the fire slowly growing in your loins.

Everything was so soft and lovely it almost made you want to cry, a whimper falling from your lips as Jungkook lightly sucked a bruise onto your neck.

His hand found it's way to your breast, cupping it in his hand and tugging your nipple between his fingers.

You moaned, arching up into his touch and practically purring like a cat in the warm sunlight coming in through the window.

"Yes," you breathed out, whimpering when Jungkook moved down your body and replaced his hand with his mouth on your breast. Sucking your nipple into his wet mouth and swirling his tongue around it.

Jungkook had successfully aroused you to the core when you felt the wetness leak out of your entrance, a few droplets sliding down the swell of your ass and onto the sheets.

And he kept moving down, after giving your other breast equal amount of attention, he continued down your body. Leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses along your belly and nosing into the soft skin right below your navel. It was almost teasing, because he was so close to where you needed him most, but so far away at the same time.

"Please," you begged softly, shifting your hips and he listened, continuing downwards with his lips brushing along your skin.

Goosebumps covered your flesh when you felt him exhale through his nostrils, the warmth of it hitting your wet center and making you squirm slightly.

He was right there, hovering over you and just breathing onto your aching center.

Your breathing became heavier and you tensed up, refraining yourself from bucking your hips up into his face. You tangled your hand into his hair, gripping it desperately and wanting so badly to shove his head down, but you continued to refrain in fear of him stopping altogether from your lack of patience. Your hips shifting restlessly.

"What are you w-waiting for?" You stuttered out, looking down at him with hooded eyes.

Jungkook's gaze slowly slid up to your face, and when your eyes caught, the contact was so heavy and strong that you had half the mind to turn your head away and whine. But you didn't, you kept the contact, even as he slowly lowered his head and licked a broad strip from your entrance all the way to your clit. Eyes boring into yours the whole time.

Your stomach clenched at the sensation and you let out a heavy sigh, trying so hard to keep the eye contact when you really just wanted to squeeze them shut and tilt your head back against your pillow.

He nosed along your wet lips before his tongue dipped down in between them, this time the lick having more pressure behind it. You moaned, hips jumping.

Before long, Jungkook was going at it. Eating you out with abadon like he was ravenous and you were his breakfast. Alternating between fucking you with his tongue and suctioning his mouth onto your clit, making you squirm uncontrollably until you felt the build of your orgasm in the pit of your belly.

The eye contact was long but forgotten, your head now thrown back, eyes squeezed shut as you tugged on his hair helplessly. "Fuck," you whined, hips jumping and grinding into his face and Jungkook just took it, sticking his tongue out and letting you ride it. Usually he'd already have your hips pinned to the bed by now, but this encounter was nothing if not different to your usual ones.

You were right on the edge now, teetering back and forth, and you tightened your grip in Jungkook's hair until you were afraid you were going to yank it out.

He made no complaints though, just letting you use his tongue until you finally tipped over and your orgasmed ripped through your body like an earthquake. A high whine tumbled out in acompany to your release and your hips twitched uncontrollably, body tensed.

When the intensity drained out of you, leaving you to relax back into the bed in your post-orgasm bliss, the tension eased away until it was gone completely.

Jungkook rested his head in the juncture of your hip and pelvis when you released your hold on his hair, and he turned, flicking his tongue out to lick at your clit languidly a few more times until you whined in protest, too sensitive.

After a minute or so of you trying to regulate your breathing, slowly coming down off of your high, you reached down and carded your fingers through his hair.

"Good morning," Jungkook finally spoke, smiling into your skin before placing a kiss onto it.

After taking a shower together and jerking him off under the spray of warm water, you unfortunately had to start getting ready for school.

Standing in front of the mirror doing your makeup, you looked down and noticed the blossoming purple mark on your neck, that fit the shape of Jungkook's mouth perfectly. With much reluctance, you picked up your concealer and covered it up, wishing you could leave it there for everyone in the world to see. Jungkook's mark of ownership.

Maybe in an alternate universe, you thought sadly.

Jungkook re-entered your room after he went and got dressed himself, and you paused on what you were doing in favor of looking him over.

"That color looks good on you," you commented, referring to the green hoodie he had on. It wasn't a color he wore often, but it looked really good on him.

He chuckled, coming up behind you and grasping your waist, tugging you back into him.

"Yeah, well I think this color looks good on you."

You rolled your eyes at how he was referring to your naked upper body, not having put your shirt on yet.

"Ha ha, real smooth." You said with a grin, tilting your head to side when he placed an open-mouthed kiss onto your neck. "Alright, now back up or else I'm gonna be late to school."

Jungkook huffed and let go of you, walking over to your bed and free-falling back onto it. He propped himself up on his elbow, resting his head in his hand and proceeded to watch you finish getting ready.

It went unnoticed until he pulled into Yugyeom's driveway, but then it pinged really loudly in the center console and grabbed his attention as he was moving to get out of the truck.

Jungkook picked it up and looked at it, turning it over in his hand curiously.

Your phone.

Obviously this wasn't meant to get left behind, your phone was practically attached to your hand most of the time so it was odd you had forgotten it.

He briefly thought about returning it to you at school, but then it pinged again and his curiosity got the best of him as he turned it around and looked at the screen.

1 new message from Taehyung, 1 new message from Mr. Choi, and several social media notifications.

His eyebrows furrowed as heat rose to his head from seeing both of those names on your phone. What the fuck did they want with you?

And before he could even stop himself, he was swiping his thumb across the screen and unlocking your phone.

Instantly he was met with a picture of Popcorn as your background, the cat doing nothing but sitting on the arm of the couch, looking at the camera with a tilted head. But the more Jungkook looked at it, the more he felt like the cat was giving him a look - like it was judging him for being on your phone right now.

"Don't fucking judge me Popcorn," he muttered under his breath and navigated to your text messages, luckily moving to a different page so he didn't have to see the judgemental cat anymore. The cat honestly had no right to judge him, because one night Jungkook caught him getting into the sushi and all he did was just pick the fur ball up and toss him off of the counter when he could have spritzed him with water.

He didn't know which message to read first, but he ultimately tapped on the Taehyung one since it was at the top.

"Hey meet me in the janitors closet by the boys bathroom. Please I really wanna talk to you" Was what it read. Jungkook frowned and scoffed to himself, wanting so badly to send a text back that said something along the lines of 'go fuck yourself' maybe. He decided to just let it go however, finding some shred of amusement at the fact Taehyung would be waiting in that janitors closet forever since you wouldn't be getting that text message.

Fucking loser, he thought as he tapped out of the text conversation with Taehyung, going back so he could now click on 'Mr. Choi's' message.

The text he was met with was nothing like Taehyung's, but his blood started boiling instantly.

"I was right about you, you weren't dedicated to this lead position at all. I was willing to give you another chance yesterday at getting it back, but since you decided not to show up, Irene will do just fine. Thank you."

Jungkook's fingers started tapping on the screen before his brain could even process it and he ended up typing out; "Fuck u I don't need ur shit position u son of a bitch" but his thumb hovered over the send button, hesitating. Thinking twice.

And then an idea popped into his head.

He backspaced, deleting the message and then throwing his truck door open and getting out. He slammed it shut behind him, anger taking over every ounce of his mind and body.

Without knocking, he entered Yugyeom's house and slammed that door shut behind him too before searching for his friend, who ended up being lounged on the couch in the living room.

"Don't slam the door or it's gonna break even more," Yugyeom commented offhandedly from his comfortable position on the furniture where he was watching Blue Exorcist on the TV and Jungkook ignored him, taking a seat on the edge of the beat-up armchair. "I'm serious, Mom locked Dad out of the house last night because they were fighting and shit and he deadass almost broke down the door."

Jungkook ignored that too, placing his elbows on his knees and clasping his hands together, staring at the floor and thinking as he breathed heavily out of his nose. Completely worked up from that text message. That blind stupid ass ungrateful motherfucker.

After a moment of Jungkook not saying anything, Yugyeom looked over at him and raised an eyebrow. "Um, hello? Who the fuck stuck their dick in your ass today?"

"I need you to go with me somewhere." Jungkook suddenly stated, lifting your phone into the air and looking at it as if he needed the reassurance.

Yugyeom sat up from his formely slumped position slowly, as if he was picking up on Jungkook's serious vibe. "Where?"

Sitting back, Jungkook tapped his fingers rapidly on the arm of the chair, thinking even more about the decision he was about to make until he finally puffed air out of his nose and returned Yugyeom's look.

"To ____'s dance studio."

When he pulled up to the studio, Yugyeom was in the passenger seat because his best friend was a ride or die like that.

"So what's the plan again? You just wanna talk to him?" Yuygeom asked, looking off at the building.

"I just wanna talk to him." Jungkook confirmed with a strangely calm voice and his friend looked at him with a knowing expression on his face.

"I know you better than that dude, you're gonna fuck this bitch up aren't you?"

Jungkook smirked and leaned his head back against the rest, looking over at Yugyeom. His friend shook his head with a grin, the lack of response and smirk on Jungkook's face being telling enough.

"Nah I got this. Plan A is talk to the guy, if shit doesn't work that's where plan B comes in which is fuck the bitch up. Right?"

Jungkook laughed this time, amused at how well his best friend knew him and the way he thought.

"Right."

To say the receptionist's face was funny when she saw Jungkook and Yugyeom walk in was the understatement of the year. Her eyes got so wide they almost popped out of her head and she was on the phone with someone but completely trailed off from what she was saying, mouth falling open slightly.

It was obvious the likes of them - tall and broad, rough looking guys reeking of cigarette smoke - weren't seen in this place very often, if at all. Hell, they might be the first.

They walked up to her desk and she cupped her hand around the speaker part of the phone and whispered something quickly before hanging up. She smiled widely and nervously up at them, clasping her hands on top of the wooden surface.

"Hi!" She greeted them. "What can I help you two gentlemen with today?"

Yugyeom stood back a bit, letting Jungkook take the lead and do his thing.

"Hey, I'm here to see-uh, Choi Seunghyon?" Fuck, that was his name right? Jungkook forgot because he didn't give a fuck enought to remember.

Her smile faltered. "Oh, do you have an appointment with Mr. Choi Seunghyun?"

Hyun, Hyon, tomato, tamata. Hakuna matata. Whatever.

Jungkook frowned at her question. "No? Do I need one to just speak with the guy?"

She let out a laugh. "Yes, I'm sorry but you do. Mr. Choi is a very busy man, especially with the production going on. His time is precious." She explained and Jungkook wanted to pick up all of the papers stacked neatly on her desk and throw them at her face. Fuck Choi's precious fucking time.

"Okay whatever, can I get one then?" He started bouncing his leg, getting antsy and impatient now.

The receptionist smiled. "Of course, just give me a moment." She turned to the side to get on the desktop computer and took a minute as she clicked her fingernails on the keyboard.

Jungkook huffed impatiently, looking back at Yugyeom who was studying what looked to be a map of the building on the wall. For emergencies, telling you where all of the exits were.

"Okay, so I've got an appointment for you," she told him, turning in her chair to face them again and Jungkook nodded his head. "Is two thirty this Friday good for you? I also have another one Friday for--"

"What? No no no, I need an appointment today. Like right now." Jungkook's temper was starting to spike and he really didn't want to go off on this desk lady right now because he might actually feel a little bad for doing it. Even though she probably profiled them as criminals when they walked through door, she wasn't outwardly rude at all.

She winced and tilted her head. "I'm so sorry but he's not free today for any appointments." When Jungkook didn't reply and just stood there, looking at the floor as he tried to think of what to do, the receptionist spoke up gently. "Is there anything I could help you with by any chance? I'm not Mr. Choi but I might be able to give you some information."

Jungkook shook his head, backing up from the desk. "Nah, thanks though." And then he turned around and walked up to Yugyeom. "What are we gonna do? I need to get back there." He whispered to his friend so the receptionist wouldn't hear.

Yugyeom glanced at the lady to make sure she wasn't paying too close attention and then he gestured to the map of the building on the wall. "Look, it shows you where that Choi guy's office is. It's just down the hall behind the desk and to the left," he points to where he's talking about on the map and Jungkook's eyes follow his finger. "If I can just distract desk police, you could sneak back there, Kook."

Shit, and this was why he brought Yugyeom along. His partner in literal crime any day of the fucking week.

"Bet." Jungkook murmured with a nod of approval, looking at his friend's face. "Follow your lead?" Because that's the way the two of them worked. When one started walking, the other fell into step without question.

His friend walked up to the desk and Jungkook trailed behind him, paying close attention. "Ah, Seohya? Beautiful name." Yugyeom initially said after looking at the little metal sign on her desk, and the receptionist looked up at him from her computer with a surprised look on her face.

"Oh?" She said, still surprised, and then a wide smile started spreading across her face and she giggled, tucking some hair behind her ear. "Thank you so much."

Yugyeom ran his hand through his hair, revealing his 'killer' forehead. "No problem. Pretty name for an even prettier lady." He winked.

Jungkook stiffled his laughter from the way her cheeks turned visibly pink at his friend's words. But he was waiting, waiting for some sort of tipper that would help get him down that hallway.

"You're too kind," Jungkook didn't miss the way she bit her lip as her eyes did a scan of his friend's body and he knew Yugyeom didn't miss it either. "And what might your name be?"

"Yugyeom." He leaned forward, placing his hands on her wooden desk and Seohya leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs.

God, Jungkook could practically see how wet she was probably becoming just from her body language.

"You like it? My name?" Yugyeom asked, this time biting his lip.

She just nodded, too enthralled in this situation to even come up with a vocal response.

"Yeah?" His friend's voice was low and a bit breathy.

"Yeah." And her voice was breathless and already sounded wrecked as she nodded dumbly.

"Say it. I bet it'd sound even better coming out of your mouth."

Jesus Christ, Jungkook thought in slight irritation. He was not getting any sort of sign or hint from Yugyeom on what to do, so he trailed over to a plant sitting on a little table, which was on the side of her desk. If he wasn't going to get help, he would just inch his way back there.

The receptionist didn't even seem to notice Jungkook and where he moved, too caught up in Yugyeom and Jungkook suddenly realized that his friend had successfully distracted her, giving him the perfect opportunity to escape down the hallway.

So he moved a little more, and then a little more and so forth until he made it to the hallway behind her desk. The last thing he heard from Yugyeom was; "so, could I get a phone number? Maybe later we could..." and then Jungkook walked down the hallway, out of earshot.

Down the hallway behind the desk and to the left, Jungkook recited the direction of Choi's office in his head. He only had to walk a little more down the hall until he stumbled across a door on the left that said Choi Seunghyun.

Jungkook took a deep breath. He had reached his destination and could already feel the adrenaline pumping into his veins like he just did a stream of heroine.

Wasting no time in fear of the desk police figuring out where he went - that was if Yugyeom didn't have his cock shoved down her throat yet - he knocked on the door a few times.

After only a short moment, he heard a voice call out; "Come in."

And so he did.

"_____!"

Someone shouted your name as you walked down the almost empty hallway - most people already in their next class - and you slowed to a stop, looking over your shoulder to see who had called after you.

Your chest tightened when you saw that it was Taehyung.

Yesterday at school - before the whole ordeal with Seulgi happened - you had passed him in the hall, but both of you sort of kept your head down and avoided one another. Not having spoken since that happened the other day back at Jimin's apartment.

You turned around to face him, looking around at the few people in the hallway who were grabbing things from their lockers and heading to class, wanting so badly to ask them to wait so you wouldn't be left alone with him. A strand of hair fell infront of your eyes so you tucked it behind your ear, feeling a little anxious as Taehyung walked up to you.

"Hey," he said once he made it up to you, smiling and holding on to one of the straps of his backpack.

"Hi." You spoke quietly, not meeting his eyes.

Taehyung brushed his fingers through his fringe, still smiling. "I guess you didn't get my text?"

With a frown, you felt around on your person, patting your pockets and realizing you didn't feel the weight of your phone anywhere. You must have left it at home.

"I don't have my phone actually, I think I left it back home."

"Ahh," he nodded his head in understanding. "That's good then. Better than you ignoring me." He chuckled.

You smiled slightly, feeling a little out of place. "So, what did it say?"

Taehyung laughed, turning away slightly and running his hand through his hair. Seeming almost a little embarrassed to tell you. "Uhhh," another laugh. "I asked if you'd meet me in the janitor's closet..."

With a raise of your eyebrows, you nodded slowly, not knowing what to say.

"I just-- I wanted to talk to you." He added hurriedly, noticing the confusion on your face.

"Oh," you said. "Okay. About what?"

The smile on Taehyung's face slowly faded, being replaced by a solemn expression. He straightened his posture and looked directly into your eyes. The sudden intense eye contact made your heart beat more quickly and you tried to look down at your feet, but Taehyung's hand was suddenly under your chin, forcing you to keep the eye contact. "I wanted to talk about us, and what happened," his hand moved from it's current position to cupping your cheek.

"Tae--"

"Look, I'm sorry if I did something wrong the other day. I just--" he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and when he opened them again, he grabbed your hand. "Will you come with me?"

And before you could even answer him, he was leading you down the hallway, in the direction he had come from. You just let him, not really possessing the strength to pull your arm out of his grasp or to ask him why.

It didn't take long until you came up on the boy's bathroom, or more specifically, the janitor's closet across the hall from it. Taehyung slowly opened the door, peaking his head in to see if it was empty, and then he tugged you inside and closed the door behind you.

"Why are we--" you were interrupted by Taehyung gently pushing you back into the wall and then leaning down to shove his mouth onto yours. You gasped in surprise, hands coming up to push against his chest, but he just grabbed your wrists and pinned them to the wall loosely. Not the intention to trap you, but to keep you from pushing him away.

When he pulled back after a moment for both of you to breathe, he leaned his forehead against yours. The sound of your heavy breathing being the only thing heard in the small space.

"I want you, ____. So fucking much," and to prove his point, he slipped his hand underneath your top and smoothed it across your stomach. You flinched from his cold palm. "We're perfect for each other, you know?"

"Taehyung--"

"I think about you all the time, about--" he breathed in deeply through his nostrils, his hand pushing passed your waistband and slipping further as he exhaled slowly. "About how good you feel, and how perfect it feels when I'm inside of you. When we're together."

When you felt his fingers brush way too lowly, you tensed up and decided that this had gone far enough.

"Taehyung." You said loudly and firmly this time, making him freeze. "Get off of me."

For a moment, he just stayed completely still, and then he slowly pulled back so he could look at your face. He desperately searched your eyes, as if searching for an answer inside of them.

"Get off." You said again, more softly and quietly this time and he stepped back, taking his hands completely off of you.

It was silent for an uncomfortable minute, you still leaned back against the wall and Taehyung staring at the ground - almost looking somewhat guilty.

"So, you don't-- feel, the same way? About us?" He asked, looking up afterwards.

You had no idea, that Taehyung felt this intensely for you. Besides the two instances of sex, you shared an innocent kiss over studying, that Jungkook had seen and quite literally punished you for. Because your lips weren't meant for Taehyung to kiss, Jungkook had made that very very clear.

Jungkook.

What would Jungkook do if he knew you were shoved into a tiny closet with Taehyung's hands previously down your pants and his lips pressed against yours like they were his lifeline?

Teach you a lesson more than likely, but even though you liked the outcome of his lessons and found his punishments enjoyable, you weren't going to be telling him about this. Mainly because once you got out of this closet, you kind of wanted to forget this had ever even happened.

"No. I'm sorry." You responded, your voice quiet. Taehyung was extremely cute and a really nice guy and a pretty okay-friend, but you ruined any possible chance at a relationship with him when you selfishly used him as a rebound. Even if he didn't know you ran to him after being hurt by another guy, you knew, and because of that your conscious would never be truly clean.

A relationship with him wasn't possible because of that, and other reasons that you chose not to think about.

You were surprised when you heard an irritated scoff come from Taehyung.

"Hmm, okay then. Nothing I can do about that." His tone of voice was completely different now, bitter with a venomous bite intended to hurt you. "But uh, should I keep a condom handy at all times so whenever you decide to come over and get fucked again out of the random I'll be ready?"

"Shut up." You spit back immediately, chest tightening with guilt and humiliation. A familiar feeling you absolutely hated and the reason you went to Taehyung that one time in the first place - to try and get rid of it. Now he was being the cause of it. "Shut up right now, you don't understand what I was going through when I came to you like that--"

"So you used me to forget about whatever the fuck was going on with you." He huffed a laugh of disbelief, shaking his head. "You're just like all the other shallow as fuck girls who lead guys on because of their personal fucked up issues. You know what? Fuck this, and fuck you for leading me on."

Before you could even utter a word in your defense, he was throwing open the door and storming out of it, leaving you alone in the small dark space.

When Jungkook pulled up to the house, he was surprised to see your father's car in the driveway.

They were home? Already? He remembered you saying they weren't supposed to be home until this weekend.

Fuck, he thought, looking at his hands on the steering wheel - the bloodied knuckles and split skin. His mom would fucking freak if she saw them and Hyuk would probably find a way to get pissed at him. Saying something like; 'you drove that truck with blood on your hands, I can't believe you' or some dumb shit like that.

But he pulled into the driveway behind Hyuk's car anyways, got out of his truck and made his way into the now occupied house.

He guessed his alone time with you playing house and not having to hide from anyone was over.

Maybe that wasn't such a bad thing. A blessing in disguise perhaps.

When he walked inside, he saw his mom's luggage sat right beside the doorway, but he didn't see her or Hyuk anywhere so he quietly shut the front door and quickly ran up stairs before he was spotted by one of them.

Jungkook ran into his bedroom and straight to the bathroom, shoving the faucet on and pouring liquid soap all over his hands. He winced when he began scrubbing vigorously at his split knuckles, trying to get the blood off.

Flashes of what happened back at the dance studio crossed his mind and he scrubbed harder, beginning to freak out a bit when he realized the blood wasn't wanting to come off.

"Fuck," he muttered, pouring even more soap on his hands to see if that would help, but it seemed to only serve at making it more slippery and harder for him to get friction at scrubbing.

He tried hotter water, colder water, even shampoo from the fucking shower, and his skin was still stained a faint red.

"Jungkook?"

He almost jumped out of his skin at the sound of a voice behind him and he looked up in the mirror to see his mom standing behind him in the doorway of the bathroom.

"Hey," he said, breathlessly, having been so frantic at trying to get the blood off he winded himself a bit. "You're home."

"And so are you," she replied, referring to his absence for those few days last week and walking further into the bathroom, standing right beside him at the vanity. Immediately, she looked down and saw the pink stains in the sink around the drain and then like a reflex she looked at his hands. The split knuckles and stained skin were impossible to miss, and he didn't see any point at trying to hide them.

"Jungkookie..." She spoke slowly, a concerned hint to her voice. "What happened?"

Jungkook panicked on the inside, not knowing what to say, unable to come up with a quick believable lie.

"Popcorn. He got pissed at me, and fucked my hands up." He offered as an explanation, but his mother didn't even seem phased by that blatant lie in the slightest. She knew him better than that.

"So you want me to believe Popcorn, the most docile cat ever, did this," she grabbed his hands into her own, bringing them up towards her face for her to look at, "to your beautiful, beautiful hands." Her voice at the end sounded devastated. She always loved his hands and told him how beauitful they were, ever since he was a little boy.

Piano fingers, she always told him he had.

"Mom," he sighed, trying to pull his hands away but she gripped on to them. Of course he could break out of her grasp, but he let her hold on.

He should have seen this coming, but he flinched when she began kissing his knuckles, because apparently even though he was eighteen years old, she still thought kissing his injuries would make him feel better.

"Tell me what happened, Jungkook." His mother said more firmly this time, looking up at his eyes. "What did you do?"

His heart was racing at the thought of actually telling her. Because if he told her what he did, he'd have to tell her why he did it. The implications of his actions were too obvious.

But it seemed like he had no choice. His mom knew how to crush his walls a little bit too easily for his liking.

Jungkook took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, gathering his thoughts and looking at his mom quite sheepishly. "First off, you can't get mad because I had good intentions."

It was silent for a moment, and then his mom hummed in acceptance. "I'm listening, Jungkookie..."

"Can I ask you about something?"

You shifted in the passenger seat of the car, on your way to dance, and looked over at Jimin upon hearing his question.

"You just did, didn't you?" You snickered, shaking your head when Jimin just gave you a dirty look. "Okay, sorry sorry, old joke. Yeah, you can ask me something."

It took a moment for him to finally ask it, almost as if he was a little hesitant. All of the sudden, you didn't really want to hear what he was about to say, but you bit your tongue and kept your ears open anyways.

"What's up with you and Taehyung?"

As soon as the question fell from Jimin's mouth, you wanted to pick it up, squish it into a ball and shove it right back in. You didn't want to think about that right now, let alone talk about it.

Besides, what were you supposed to say?

"Um," you began, looking from your best friend to out of the window again. "I... turned him down?" Vague, but you realized that's how you were with everyone in your life most of the time. Vague, because you could never give them the detailed truth.

"You, don't sound very sure about that." Jimin said, frowning in confusion. "Mind giving me details? I know it seems like none of my business, and maybe it isn't truthfully. But, he's my roommate, and you're my best friend. I'm kinda stuck in the middle here."

You held back a scoff, but couldn't control the facial expression that went with it. "Stuck in the middle, huh? Cool."

"Look, I didn't mean it that way and you know it. If it came down to it, I'd choose your side in a heartbeat and Taehyung would be thrown out of my apartment in the blink of an eye. But that's the point here. I kind of need to know whether I should throw him out of my apartment or not."

Throwing your head back against the headrest, you groaned. "Of course not Jimin. He just--confessed, and I told him I didn't feel the same way. And he got pissed."

"You don't feel the same way?"

"No Jimin, I do not."

"But you slept with him twice, and that's only the times I know of." There was no judgement or spite in Jimin's voice, just him stating a simple fact, so it didn't offend you or anything like it would coming from anyone else, but it grated on your nerves.

"Jimin!" You shouted in irritation. "Can I not fuck someone without being in love with them? Jesus."

"I don't know," Jimin said after a moment, a different edge to his voice and you saw him glance over at you through your peripheral vision. "Can you?"

You felt your world suddenly shake from the implication of Jimin's words.

He knew. He knew. Jimin knew. Perhaps he knew even more than you did. Perhaps Jimin knew you so well he could read your mind. He didn't need the blatant truth to be said, he could simply look into your head and figure out everything he wanted to know.

Jimin knew.

Or, maybe he didn't. Maybe you were making something completely meaningless into something gigantic.

But it was the shift in his voice, the glance.

You could take the leap. Right now. You could open your heart up and spill all of the contents into Jimin's lap, tell him everything about you and Jungkook and finally have someone you could talk to about things. If he meant what you thought by saying what he did, then he was giving you an opportunity. An out to tell him everything.

And oh, how nice that would be. Relieving, to take a tiny part of the burden you carried and finally give it to someone else.

But it was just too risky. You trusted Jimin, and if you ever decided to tell someone, he would be that person. But you just couldn't do it.

So without confirming or denying anything, you just huffed and turned on the radio.

Red and blue lights caught your eye as you pulled into the parking lot of Choi's dance academy.

"Whoa, what happened here?" Jimin asked, slowing down.

You frowned in concern, because along with the two police cars you saw, there was an ambulance.

Someone must have gotten hurt.

When Jimin pulled into a parking spot towards the back of the lot, staying away from the commotion, you quickly unbuckled.

"Wait," Jimin stopped you before you could open the door. "Who knows what happened, are you sure you want to go in there?"

"I have friends here Jimin, I want to make sure everyone is okay." And then you threw the door open and got out, heading towards the flashing lights. You heard the engine of Jimin's car die behind you and you knew that he was going to wait around until he heard something from you about what was going on.

The closer you got to the scene, you saw that there was quite a few people standing outside, but they had been concealed behind the vehicles so you couldn't see them when you first pulled in.

It was strange, seeing all of this in front of Choi's prestigous academy.

Your heart was beating wildly in your tightened chest and sweat was accumulating in the palms of your hands from the adrenaline pumping through your system like wild fire.

When you finally got up to everything and everyone, no one noticed you right off, but you looked into the back of the opened ambulance and saw Seunghyun sitting on the edge of the gurny. Dried blood was under his nose and it looked like his right eyebrow was split.

You gaped at the sight, shocked.

What happened to him?"

"Mr. Choi?" You called out worriedly when you walked up to the back of the ambulance.

He had been talking to an EMT, but when you called out his name his head whipped to look at you. For a moment he just stared at you with wide eyes.

"Are you o--"

"Police! Police! Get her away from me! Get her off of my property!" You startled when he  suddenly started yelling like a mad man, a wild look on his face and pointing directly at you. "That's her! She was behind all of this!"

You were frozen in shock and disbelief, not knowing what to say or do. He screamed for the police again, and you looked around at all of the people outside to see what they thought of  his crazed behavior. Most were other instructors and employees of the academy, and then fellow students who were all stood at a respectful distance. Watching in concern.

The police appeared from around the ambulance beckoned by his hollering, and Choi screamed at them to get you off of his property and that you were the reason for all of this.

Never in your life had you ever been so perplexed by anything.

"Mr. Choi what are you talking about?" You asked in confusion, stepping closer and he screamed at you to get away from him. He sounded absolutely mad.

"Miss, may we have a few words with you?" One of the police officers asked over Choi's yelling and you just looked at them, nodding dumbly and they took you off to the side.

"Officers, I don't know what he's talking about. I don't know what he's saying I did, but I haven't even seen him since Monday." You immediately said, beginning to really freak out.

The tall officer shushed you. "Calm down. We know it wasn't you who physically harmed Mr. Choi." You took a deep breath of relief at that, nodding. "But, we do have reason to believe you might have hired the guy who did."

You were completely taken aback.

"Wait a minute, hired the guy who did? I seriously don't even know what you're talking about."

The short chubby officer stepped in this time. "Mr. Choi says a male entered his office at around noon today. First he threatened Mr. Choi, and then physically attacked him. Says the male did it because of some role that was taken away from you?"

Your heart stopped and mind went blank when the puzzle quickly clicked together in your mind.

Oh my God.

"Mr. Choi says he was about 5'10, athletic figure, dark hair. Had a green sweartshirt on with a hood." The tall officer chuckled, nudging the short one. "Don't know why I'm explaining this to you though, you know exactly who I'm talking--- hey, where are you going kid?!"

You took off from the officers and ran back to the ambulance, heart lodged in your throat and beating so quickly it felt like it was trying to suffocate you. As soon as you got back to Mr. Choi, you could feel the tears start pouring from your eyes. "Mr. Choi I'm so sorry, I promise I didn't have anything to do with this! I promise!"

Seunghyun looked at you with no sympathy at all, but you had to get him to believe you. You were innocent!

"Please Mr. Choi! I promise! I didn't do anything!" You sobbed, begging and pleading. At this point, all of the bystanders were murmuring to one another because you probably looked like a pathetic bitch, but honestly that was the least of your worries.

"Get off of my property right this very moment or else I will be pressing every charge possible." He said with venom coated on every word. You shook your head no, crying hard. "I mean it! I never want to see your face around here again! I swear, if I see you anywhere near my academy after today I will call the cops. Now go!"

"No!" You shouted, sniffling and sobbing again and falling to the ground on your knees. Truly begging now. "You c-can't do this to me! I didn't do anything!"

The police officers came up behind you, reaching down and grabbing your arms.

"Come on, Miss. It's your lucky day that Mr. Choi has decided to not press any charges, so you best not test your luck." Chubby explained to you.

"Take her away! Get her off of my property, please!" Seunghyun yelled at the cops and they began pulling you up off of the ground, all while you screamed and begged for Choi to just believe you.

You were hysterical, unable to even think straight as it felt like your world was literally crashing down around you piece by piece.

Once the officers started dragging you away from the area and into Jimin's view, he flew out of his car and ran up to assist you. He spoke to the cops for a moment, getting a vague idea on what happened so he wasn't completely confused and out of the loop. Meanwhile you tried to calm yourself somewhat down, but your breathing was so heavy and uneven, it felt almost impossible.

However, with every passing moment, the sharp emotion you felt in your chest was gradually shifting. Slowly morphing into something much more hot. Much more strong and unrelenting.

It was fury. White, hot, fury and there was only one person you wanted to unleash it on.

Jeon fucking Jungkook.

After laying on his side for a few minutes, he started feeling something digging into his hip. He winced and reached under himself to figure out what it was, then quickly realized it was your phone in his jeans pocket.

Jungkook pulled it out and looked at it, rolling onto his back and letting his free hand lay limp on his chest. He thought about turning it on and exploring while he still had the chance, but he sighed and decided against it. His conscious was already too heavy, he didn't really want to add to the weight.

So he rolled out of bed, walked out of his bedroom and down the hallway to yours.

The sight of your bed was messy, covers barely hanging on to the mattress and pillows strewn across it. An oddity to see. The reason it stood out to him so much was because you always made your bed before you started your day, it was just a habit. Something you had done ever since you were a little girl you had told him.

But yet here it was, messy and forgotten. And if he looked hard enough, he could see where your bodies had been laid together last night in the wrinkled sheets, and where he brought you to an earth-shattering orgasm this morning.

It seemed as if he made you relax, and reminded you that it was okay to not be perfect every single day of your life. That it was okay to not make your bed every morning, or be the dance instructors favorite fucking dancer.

The thought in his mind was a good one, but then it brought him to another one.

What you had told him, or better yet confessed to him last night in the bathtub.

It was still too much for him to wrap his head around, so he just took a deep breath and tossed your phone down onto the bed. Just then Popcorn appeared out of nowhere and jumped onto the mattress. The feline sat down and then proceeded to just stare at Jungkook.

Judging him once again.

"Look here you little fuck," Junkgook muttered to the cat in annoyance. The furry thing laid it's ears back, clearly not liking the tone in which he was being spoken to in. "I'm returning it, you see? It's on the bed. Out of my hands." He held his hands up as if to show the cat and then rolled his eyes, realizing he was talking to a fucking cat and that he was seriously losing it.

He suddenly heard his mom call out his name, and it sounded like she was coming up the stairs.

Quickly, he removed himself from your room, not really wanting to be caught just standing in there but just as he was stepping out and closing the door, his mom walked up and saw him.

Before she could even say anything, Jungkook rushed to explain himself. "I was returning something."

With a sigh, his mom just nodded. Probably not believing him, but too tired to investigate. "Hyuk needs to talk to you."

Jungkook instantly frowned after hearing that sentence.

"The fuck does he want?"

"Just come on, please?" And then his mom walked off, and reluctantly, he followed after her.

Hyuk was sitting in the kitchen at the island, and Jungkook couldn't help but to think about what he did with you on that very island a few nights ago.

The thought was so amusing, he briefly wondered if that next morning it still smelt like sex. And if Hyuk noticed it.

"Hyuk, Jungkookie is here to talk to you!" His mom announced with a fake happy chirp to her voice that bothered Jungkook to no end and his step father turned around on the stool to look at him.

The look on his face was not a pleasant one, Jungkook noticed with irritation.

"Ah, Jungkook." Hyuk said, gesturing to a stool with a wave of his head. "Have a seat and let's talk."

"I don't feel like sitting down. What's up though?" Jungkook couldn't help the sarcastic bite to his voice, it was almost uncontrollable whenever he spoke to his step dad.

The older man sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, glancing at Jungkook's mom as if he needed the strength or reassurance to deal with the boy. "I'll start off by saying I don't think it's right that you live under this roof, drive a very nice vehicle, eat off of our table, all free of charge."

Jungkook didn't know why he was surprised, he should have expected this.

"You don't go to school, you don't work, you do absolutely nothing." Hyuk shook his head, mumbling this last part under his breath. "You're useless."

But Jungkook heard anyways, and he shifted on his feet, looking at his mom.

Did she think he was useless as well?

She looked conflicted, as if she didn't know whether to defend her son from such a statement or keep her mouth shut and agree with her husband. Ultimately she stayed quiet, and Jungkook hated her for that.

"You're right," he ended up saying calmly, and Hyuk and his mom seemed surprised by his response. Probably expecting him to bite back with a hateful remark. "I need to contribute, earn my keep and shit. I'll get a job."

Hyuk kind of spluttered for a moment, not expecting Jungkook to agree and cooperate so easily.

"Where will you work?" His mom asked with a hint of concern to her voice. "You know, you could always go to coll--"

"I'm sure Yoongi can get me on at the diner," Jungkook interrupted his mom, not wanting her to finish that sentence. "They've been needing help." That was a lie. Jungkook didn't know what the fuck the diner needed, but he knew he could get Yoongi to help him. Whether that was with ease, or force.

His step father let out a laugh. "A diner? Really?"

Okay, now Jungkook could really feel himself start to lose his cool after that. He wasn't going to stand there and be laughed at when he was trying.

"Any job is better than none, my love." Jungkook's mom offered hesitantly to her husband, and Hyuk didn't have the chance to respond because suddenly the sound of the front door opening and slamming shut rang throughout the kitchen.

There was no time to be surprised that your parents were home, because all you were focused on was the fact that the black chevy truck was parked in the driveway.

Jimin did his best to try and calm you down, to reason with you on the drive over here, but you couldn't get the tightness out of your chest. The fury that siezed hold of your heart and set it on fire.

There was only one thing that could fix this, and when you loudly entered the house, dropping all of your stuff onto the floor, you heard his voice.

It came from the kitchen, so that's exactly where you headed.

Your heart was beating so quickly and your hands were clenched into fists so tightly, you felt like you were seconds away from combusting.

You were hurt, dancing was all you had, it was all that you were. It was your entire life, and has been ever since you could remember. Choi was tough and stern on his best days, but he was going to get you somewhere. Help you make a name for yourself in the industry, because only someone as widely known and respected as him could make that happen. No one cared about some dancer at a local studio, they cared about the dancers at prestigous academies like Choi's.

Not dancers, but ballerinas.

And you were so close to getting out there, dancing the lead in an exquisite famous production, where all of the somebodies would have come and seen you perform beautifully and beg you to work with them.

But that opportunity was ripped out of your hand by Jungkook. It was ripped out of your hand and then torn into a million pieces by his skillfull fingers, never to be gotten back again.

You were hurt, and you wanted Jungkook to hurt too.

When your eyes landed on him, standing there in that green sweatshirt, some dark force took hold of you and it's like you completely lost control of yourself.

Before you even realized it, you ignored the greetings from your parents and just started wailing on Jungkook. Fists hitting him wherever they could, mostly on his chests and his arms. You used as much force as you could behind your hits, more tears of anger and betrayel pouring down your cheeks. "How could you!" You screamed. "I fucking hate you! I fucking--"

It's like Jungkook finally processed what was happening to him, because then he suddenly grabbed your forearms in an impossibly tight grip within his hands, making you cry out and he jerked your around before slamming you into the wall next to the refrigerator.

"What the fuck is your problem? Why are you hitting me?" His voice was a deep growl, and his grip was so tight it felt like he was going to crush your bones.

"Choi--" you couldn't even finish what you were going to say because his grip was so painful, you tilted your head away from him and sobbed because of it. "Y-you're hurting me!"

But he didn't loosen up, instead he just pinned your arms to the wall above your head. "Oh, Choi? Really? I was fucking trying to help you little bitch! And this is the thanks I get? Fuck you!" He emphasised his last words by pulling your arms off of the wall and slamming them back against it.

"Jungkook!" Your father's voice boomed through the kitchen and suddenly Jungkook was being tugged off of you. "Get off of her!"

When he finally let go of your arms, they fell to your sides with deep red finger prints tattooed onto them. Your vision was blurred by tears, but you could still see how Jungkook turned on your father and shoved the older man away from him.

"Jungkook, please stop!" This time it was Bom who cried out, who had previously been standing there in absolute shock and she grabbed her son's upper arm, trying to get him away from your father.

And to your surprise, Jungkook shoved her hand off of him and towered over her.

"Fuck you mom!" He shouted in her face, and despite everything that has happened, you could still detect the underlying hurt in Jungkook's voice.

He stormed off towards the front door, ignoring your father's threats and the way Bom called out for him. Begging him to wait. But she didn't go after him, no, she stood there, rooted to the same spot.

Everything was fucked up. Nothing was okay, and after you heard the front door slam closed, you let out another sob and took off for your bedroom.

This was supposed to make you feel better. It was supposed to satisfy you, knowing that Jungkook was hurt. That everyone was against him. That he was seen as the bad guy.

But how did it only serve to make you feel ten times worse?

When you got into your room, you saw it there lying on your bed.

Your phone.

You grabbed it, sniffling every few seconds, and when you turned it on, you saw new messages from Hoseok.

"Just wanted to let you know this party is going to be really fun, and you deserve to have a good time (: really hope you consider it" was what it read.

A good time, you thought, thinking of what a good time in Hoseok's mind entailed.

Drugs, alcohol, music... sex?

Honestly, you wanted nothing more than to just not feel right now. So for once, being high and drunk with music blaring in your ears sounded inviting.

So you typed a quick response telling him you would be attending and sent it, before tossing your phone away from you and digging into your nightstand to find your sleep aid pills.

Usually, you would take one or two if you were exhausted from dance and your legs were restless because they would help you sleep more peacefully and soundly. But right now, you just didn't want to be awake. So you popped five into your mouth and downed them with the water still sitting on your nightstand from last night when Jungkook had gotten you ibuprofen for the sore ache between your legs.

And then you laid down on your back, pressing yourself into the bed, closing your eyes and praying the pills would be quick and effective.

"You know Jungkook, you better be glad Hosung wasn't here." She commented as she moved about the kitchen, preparing the tea, dressed in her nightgown.

Jungkook was sat at the table, staring down at his split knuckles resting atop the surface. "Yeah I know. I'm sorry." He muttered in response, voice low and jaded.

She hummed, pouring the hot tea into two cups before bringing them to the table and setting one down in front of Jungkook.

He grabbed the warm cup and slid it closer to himself, leaning down towards it and letting the steam hit his face. Jungkook took a deep breath.

Pulling a chair out on the opposite side of the small table, she sat down with her cup clutched within her hands. For a moment, she just watched him, breathing in the steam of his tea.

"Well, what do you say Jungkook?" She asked with an amused smirk on her face.

He looked up, eyes droopy with exhaustion from being so upset earlier, yet he was able to muster a small smile.

"Thank you, Yeura."

That made a bigger smile appear on her face.

"It's my pleasure Jungkook. I like taking care of you, you know that." She stated, and Jungkook had to take a sip of his hot tea to clear his mind of what he wanted to say.

Being here was his only choice.

And as if Yeura could read his mind, she sipped her tea and then leaned back in her chair.

"So, why did you decide to pay me a visit Jungkook? After the way you stormed out on me yesterday and the phone call, I really expected to never hear from you again." She looked down at her tea after that.

Jungkook sighed, setting his cup down and trying to gather his thoughts. He didn't really know what to tell her, because he sure as hell didn't want to give her the long detailed story.

His natural instinct was to just lie.

"I think I'm lost Yeura," he settled on saying. "And I felt alone. I needed someone."

Surprisingly, all of that was the truth he realized.

He braced himself however for the remarks she was going to say in her defense, about how she wasn't a rag doll he could use whenever for his own benefit.

But they never came. Instead, she just made a noise of pity, and Jungkook's chest tightened at the sound of it.

"Jungkook," she said in a sympathetic tone of voice, and suddenly he could feel his heart lodged into his throat and the slightest sting in his eyes from potential tears.

He opened his mouth to say something, but he stopped himself in fear of his voice pathetically cracking from the surfaced emotions he was feeling.

Wood creaked as Yeura pushed her chair back and got up from the table, coming around until she was standing behind Jungkook. Not long after, he felt her hands on his shoulders and she began rubbing them softly.

She bent down, planting a gentle kiss on his neck and he closed his eyes tightly, letting his head fall to the side to give her room.

"Let me take care of you, Jungkook," she whispered into his skin. "No one knows how to take care of you like I do." And if Jungkook wasn't in such a bad place right now, so vulnerable and looking for someone to grab his reins before he wandered off too far to find his way back, he probably would have told her to shut up. To quit telling him those poisionous lies.

But right now, all Jungkook did was make a little noise of agreement. "Please," he sounded so small, too small for his liking, but he wasn't himself right now.

Or maybe he was.

"Come on," Yeura urged. "Let's go to the bedroom."

And with chamomile tea forgotten on the table, he got up and they moved upstairs to the bedroom.

Continuous knocking was what woke you up, and when you looked over at the small clock on your nightstand, you were disappointed to find that you had only been asleep for about an hour and a half.

"Come in," you mumbled sleepily, sitting up slightly to where you were propped up by your pillows and you rubbed at your eyes with the backs of your hands.

The door slowly opened and Bom stepped inside your room, closing the door behind her.

"Hi," she greeted with her signature smile, moving slowly towards your bed, a hesitant air to her. "Sorry, I didn't realize you were already asleep."

"Hey." You replied, voice a little scratchy from sleep still. "It's fine, don't worry about it."

She sat down at the end of your bed, right in front of Popcorn and she reached out to pet the furry cat, making him stretch his neck out and yawn. "I just wanted to come see if you were okay, after what happened a little big ago."

With an exasperated sigh, you leaned your head back and looked off, frustrated that you had to think about that again. Too bad sleep couldn't erase memory.

"As okay as I can be, I guess."

There was a moment of silence, and eventually you returned your eyes back to Bom, wondering what she was thinking or doing.

"Jungkook had good intentions." She suddenly stated with the exhale of a breath. "He wanted to help you get the lead role back, he just--"

"By assualting my dance director?" You threw back in disbelief. "How in the world was that supposed to help?"

Bom gulped, not looking at you, seeming to be too afraid to.

Sometimes it was hard to believe she was in her thirties, when she acted like a teenager or something most of the time.

"Jungkook, he just has a different way of thinking--" she tried, but you shut her down again.

"No. He just doesn't think, that's his problem!"

The angry from earlier was seeping back into your veins and you hated it - hated the fact Bom woke you up just to throw all of this back onto you again.

Bom fiddled with her hands in her lap, tears forming in her eyes and she looked like she regretted ever coming into your room and bringing this up.

A strange feeling washed over you and you sighed, realizing that maybe you shouldn't have snapped on her.

"Look, I know you're just trying to defend Jungkook," you started with a softer voice and she glanced up at you. "But where was this downstairs?"

The sudden question seemed to have caught her by surprise, making her eyes snap up to you. She frowned in confusion.

"Why didn't you defend him downstairs? Why don't you ever defend him, in fact?"

Bom made an affronted noise, clearly not understanding.

"My dad can be an asshole to him, and yeah, sometimes he deserves it. But most of the time it's unnecessary bullying, and you're always silent when it happens."

"What are you talking--"

"Like when dad calls him names, or accuses him of things that clearly aren't his fault, just generally always being on his case. Jungkook always looks at you when it happens, like he's waiting for you to stick up for him, but you just sit there and don't say anything like you're mute!"

Bom had began to cry during your explanation and for a while it was silent as she sat there, sniffling and letting out little sobs.

You felt bad for making her cry, but this was something that needed to be said.

Yes, you were mad at Jungkook, and you might never not be mad at him again, but you tried to reason with yourself by thinking this is something you would do for anyone as a decent human being.

Jungkook needed his mom. You knew first hand how terrible it was without having yours there, and you wouldn't wish that feeling on your worst enemy.

"Y-you're right," she let out between her cries, glancing at you with her watery, tear-filled eyes. "I'm never th-there for him. I'm a terrible M-Mother."

She sounded so broken in this moment, and you sighed, shaking your head in disagreement to her words.

"You're not a terrible Mother." You told her, crawling out from under your covers and moving down the bed to be beside her, having to toss Popcorn out of the way in the process. You wrapped arm around her and laid your head on her shoulder.

She rested her head on top of yours.

"It's not too late to turn things around," you explained, rubbing her arm comfortingly. "Talk to him, and step up. It's never too late to be there for him."

And maybe that was a bit of a lie.

Sometimes years of lacking created too much damage to be reversed, but that wasn't something you were going to mention right now.

"He loves you. And needs you. Like right now, you should go call him. Figure out where he ran off to," you gulped, biting your lip at the words coming out of your mouth.

Bom nodded her head, sniffling. "Okay." She suddenly said, voice thick with tears. "Okay, I will." And then she abruptly stood up, breaking out of your embrace.

She looked down at you, wiping her tears away and smiling. "Thank you," she bent down, kissing your forehead. "Thank you."

You just smiled as she turned around and walked out of your room, shutting the door behind her softly.

As soon as the door shut, your smile fell and the back of your eyes immediately stung with tears.

Your chest felt so heavy as you crawled back to your pillows, flopping down onto them and burying your face into the plushness. A mumbled whimper snuck out as your bottom lip wobbled, tears beginning to soak the fabric of your pillowcase.

Grabbing the edge of your blanket, you jerked it up over your head.

Jungkook needed his mom.

And in this moment, you needed yours too.

The conflict he currently felt was ripping him apart inside.

As he rocked his hips into her, she kept cooing in his ear, telling him how much she loved him and cared about him more than anyone or anything. And in one hand, he wanted to fall into her words, latch onto the affection and burrow himself into the false sense of security. But on the other hand, he wanted her to just fucking shut up with her lies.

No one loved him or cared about him that much, so he didn't want to hear the empty words.

But he was yearning so desperately for that shelter she was offering, and he was weak enough to let go.

She littered kisses along his chin and jaw and then he laid his upper body onto hers and buried his face in her neck. Whimpers escaped his mouth when he increased his pace, a soft clap sound whenever he rocked into her plump hips and thighs.

"Yes, Jungkook," she moaned, tilting her head back. "You're so perfect for me, baby boy."

That sent a blaze of fire down his spine, the affectionate words she so easily spoke.

They made him grab her leg, hoisting it up onto his hip so he could have better leverage at intensifying his thrusts.

Her moans got louder, whenever he increased his ministrations, but that's not what he wanted.

He wanted her to talk again, coo in his ear, tell him all of the bullshit lies he would hate if he wasn't so fucked up right now.

"I'm good, yeah?" He ended up asking softly, wanting the praise that would hopefully follow.

"So good." Yeura replied breathlessly, and in hopes of getting more of that, he grabbed one of her large breasts and suctioned his mouth onto her nipple. Licking and sucking, wanting her to continue speaking to him.

All he got was, "Oh, I'm gonna cum, Jungkook,"

And he knew she was going to, because her stomach was rising and falling more quickly and her lower half was tensed up.

When I'm about to cum, don't change anything you're doing to me or else the urge will go away, Jungkook remembered her explaining that to him when he was younger.

So he continued his exact motions, and soon enough, Yeura was tensing up and shaking as she met her release, her walls clenching around him pleasantly.

After a minute or two of him just rocking his hips in a steady pace, she pushed against his lower stomach and moaned. "I can't take anymore, stop it, Jungkook." She demanded, so he obediantly stopped moving his hips, thinking that was enough, but she kept pushing on his stomach until he was forced to slowly pull his cock out of her, wincing from the loss of wet heat.

Not knowing what else to do, he moved off and laid down on the bed beside her.

He figured she just needed a break, to recoup after her climax before it was his turn because his cock was still rock hard against his stomach and he had to stroke it a few times to hold himself over.

It was silent for a while, aside from Yeura's breathing trying to regulate.

"I think it's time for you to leave, Jungkook. Hosung will be getting back here pretty soon, and--"

"You said you would take care of me." Jungkook deadpanned, interrupting her. A hot feeling began spreading throughout his chest and he looked over at her. "So why the fuck is my dick still hard?"

Yeura looked affronted for a small moment, and then she scoffed and let out a laugh. "Well, I see you're back to yourself now."

Jungkook felt a fire creeping through his veins, anger slowly taking over him and he moved to where he was back on top of Yeura. There was a darkness in his eye that wasn't there before.

"Jungkook, I mean it--"

"I'm not leaving until I'm taken care of." Jungkook spat down at her, shoving her legs apart that she tried to keep close.

Yeura sighed in exasperation. "Then my goodness, Jungkook, lay down and I'll jerk you off real quick."

He scoffed. "Oh, you get a good fuck and I get some crummy hand job? Fuck that. --Keep your fucking legs open," he gritted through his teeth when she tried to close them yet again and forced them apart, keeping them that way with a strong grip.

If she didn't want to follow through with her word on her own, that was fine with him. He'd just make her.

"Jungkook I'm too sensitive, and Hosung--" she was interrupted by the head of his dick sliding passed her entrance and she let out a moan of sensitivity.

"You think I give a shit about that? Maybe he'll walk through the door while I'm balls deep. You always did fantasize about that, didn't you? You'd tell me how hot it would be for me to fuck your brains out in front of him. For him to catch us while I have you face down, ass up."

"Jungkook--" she frowned, tilting her head away as he kept pushing himself in inch by inch. "It's too much,"

"Or maybe I'll try something new tonight, yeah?" He bottomed out with a rough jerk of his hips. "Well, not really new, because there isn't much we haven't done together, isn't that right?"

He pulled out to the tip and thrust back in with a snap, earning a groan of discomfort from the woman beneath him.

"Maybe I'll just forget about your pussy and," he slipped his cock out and slid it backwards a bit until it was nestled between her cheeks and prodding at her puckered hole, "fuck your ass instead."

"Jungkook, get off of me!" Yeura snapped at him, making him flinch and her thighs trembled in his impossibly tight grip. "You're hurting me!"

Suddenly, he was picked up and thrown back to the events from earlier that evening like some sort of mental time machine he couldn't control.  

"You're hurting me."

You had told him that same thing.

When he had grabbed you so tightly, your tears of frustration had turned into tears of pain, all because of him.

And what did he do?

Continued his ministrations, until your fucking father intervened. He honestly didn't know what would have happened if your father hadn't done that.

He would have stopped on his own..... right?

The fact that he wasn't certain about that answer made him feel like puking until all of the badness came out, until the weight of who he was was removed off of his chest and shoulders, allowing him to breathe.

Yeura beginning to cry was what brought Jungkook back to reality, and instantly, like a spooked creature, he let go of her legs and pulled himself back away from her. Shaking his head as if he had just come back to himself, having been gone during the time he was doing all of that to her against her will.

"Please, just leave, Jungkook." She said shakily through her tears, and Jungkook felt this sharp pain in his chest that made him want to scream until his fucking head exploded off of his shoulders. But he wordlessly got off of the bed instead and began walking around the room to collect his clothing, dressing himself piece by piece.

The whole time he did so, Yeura cried to herself on the bed and the sharp pain in his chest slowly started making it's way to his throat as he listened to her quiet sobs and sniffles until he finished putting his boots on and promptly left the room without saying a word. This time, without a wad of cash.

Jungkook doesn't even register walking down the stairs and through the lavish house to the front door, but this time he simply pulled it closed behind him instead of trying to rip it off of the hinges like last time.

When he got into the confines of his truck, he sat there behind the steering wheel and stared down at the cheverolet emblem in the middle of it where the horn was.

He wasn't surprised when a tear fell onto the emblem, and then another one, and another one until his vision was successfully blurred and his cheeks became streaked with tears.

He also wasn't surprised when his fist met the steering wheel, and then his other one before he started to just beat it within an inch of it's life.

The scream however was a bit of a surprise, but soon he was just yelling and beating his steering wheel while tears kept pouring down his face. The surfaced emotions finally grabbing hold of him and pulling him under, like somone just tied cemente blocks to his feet and pushed him off of the bridge into the river.

Never in his life had ever felt so lost, not knowing what to do, or where to go.

He could remember feeling this way sometimes when he was younger, but even if she was part of the problem, he always just went to his mom. She could make everything better, he could always count on her.

But what was he supposed to do now? Now that he knew she wasn't the cure to every problem? Now that he knew she wasn't someone he could count on anymore?

Jungkook began to think that maybe Hyuk was right.

Maybe he was useless.

After a while, he stopped screaming and punching at his steering wheel, and just leaned his forehead into it and sobbed. Sobbed harder than he can ever remember - his shoulders shaking, nose running and stomach hurting from how hard it was tensing up with each sob.

He felt pathetic and worthless, like he didn't belong anywhere in this world and the fact that he was even breathing was fucking pointless.

Yeura, he fucking turned to Yeura for comfort and reassurance, the woman he hated with every fiber of his fucking being. Also the woman that supposedly knew how to care about him better than anyone, that knew him more than he knew himself, yet he left her crying in her bed. Apparently she didn't know him that well. Didn't how bad he really was.

"'Fucking hate myself, I fucking hate myself," Jungkook kept shakily muttering to himself over and over again while bumping his head against the steering wheel.

However, he quickly sat up when headlights shined in through his rear glass, signaling someone pulling into the driveway behind him.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he started freaking out, sniffling and looking through his rearview mirror at the vehicle, wiping away his tears quickly so he could see well enough to drive and powering up his truck.

It was a Rolls Royce, and Jungkook knew who that was. It had to be Hosung, who the fuck else drives a Rolls Royce except for rich middle aged men?

The car pulled up right beside him, before turning off and a large figure exited the vehicle.

Jesus fucking Christ, how the fuck did a man that big even fit into that car?

Jungkook has seen photographs of Hosung, but now that he thinks about it, they were only ever face shots of him. So in other words, he had no idea that the man was so large. Tall and insanely buff. He himself had a muscular build and was by no means short, but Hosung fucking dwarfed him.

So needless to say, he didn't want to be stopped and questioned by a man like him. So Jungkook threw his truck in reverse and backed out the driveway as fast he could, tires squealing as he got onto the road and after throwing it in drive, he floored it.

Flying away from that hellhole as quickly as his truck could manage.  

Jungkook had to park on the side of the road since there was too many cars in the driveway and he quickly made his way into the house - just opening the door without knocking like he always did.

There was a group of people sitting at the kitchen table, most of them Jungkook had never seen before, the only familiar faces he knew belonged to Namjoon and Yoongi. It seemed like they were playing some sort of card game, but Jungkook only caught a glimpse as he walked right passed them, on a mission perhaps.

"Jungkook?" He heard the voice of Yoongi call out behind him, but he didn't stop and kept making his way to the elder's room.

Once he got inside, he went straight to the dresser in the corner and flung open the first drawer that he knew Yoongi usually kept his stuff in. He moved clothes around and ended up throwing them out onto the floor, searching desperately.

When he didn't find it in the top one, he started searching the other drawers, flinging them open and throwing the clothes and random items behind him.

"Jungkook? The hell are you doing-- hey, watch it you little fucker," Jungkook turned around and saw Yoongi standing at the door, pulling a shirt off of his face that Jungkook must have thrown a little further than the rest.

"Where is it?" He stood up straight, squaring up his shoulders and approaching Yoongi. His chest was rising and falling more quickly from his haste to find what he was looking for and he puffed a deep breath through his nostrils.

Yoongi frowned at him. "Mind telling me what the fuck you're talking about and why you're throwing my shit everywhere?" He looked passed Jungkook at his clothes stewn across the floor.

"Where is it?!" Jungkook shouted this time, grabbing his friends shoulders and shaking him. "Your shit-- the-the, the fucking coke, man" he loosened his grip and exhaled, realizing he shouldn't result to violence with his friend if he wanted to get what he desired and then he took his hands completely off, letting his arms fall to his sides.

The elder looked taken aback for a moment, no doubt wondering why the hell Jungkook was looking for coke since he never messed with it usually, but then a slight grin pulled at the corner of his lips. "The coco, yeah?" He clarified with amusement and Jungkook nodded his head.

"I need it, man,"

Yoongi nodded, shrugging his shoulders. "Well I'd give it to you, but I'm using it for the poker game."

"What? What do you mean using it for the game?"

"Instead of money, Kook, you can use drugs to gamble with," the elder seemed to find Jungkook's oblivion funny because he chuckled. "Want the coke? Gotta come win it." And then his short friend gave him a pat on the upper arm and turned around, leaving the room to return to the kitchen.

Jungkook stood there, thinking it over in his head.

He knew how to play poker, was pretty good at it truth be told. And all he would need was to win a little bit and then tap out, take his winnings and go.

"Yeah, I'll play," he muttered to himself, not too far behind Yoongi as he left the room.

Win a little bit and then tap out, that was the deal he had made with himself.

But when do things really ever go as planned? Especially for him?

Three hours later and Jungkook was slapping the table with his hand, five lines of cocaine whirling in his system. "Come on! Come on!" He shouted at the people sat around the table, who were getting distracted by conversations and taking bathroom breaks, but all Jungkook cared about right now was the numerous baggies piled together in the middle of the table, calling his name. And he knew he couldn't get them unless this game got back on the fucking track and he won them. "Let's fucking play!"

He can't win if he can't play.

"Chill, Kook," Namjoon told him with the exhale of smoke from the joint he held between his thumb and forefinger.

Jungkook shot up from his chair and leaned over the table, pointing a finger in Namjoon's face. "You fucking chill!" He shouted down at him, making his friend flinch in surprise and widen his blood-shot eyes. Jungkook slammed his fist down on the table, catching everyone's attention. "What?!" He screamed at everyone. "Is it because you're afraid to fucking lose to me again?!" His chair flew back when he kicked his foot backwards, making a loud clacking noise as it fell over to the ground. "You fucking pussies, come on!"

"Hey!" Yoongi shouted at Jungkook as he stood up from his chair, causing the younger to pause. "You need to fucking calm down right the fuck now!" He exhaled deeply, pushing his hair back off of his forehead. "In fact, I think you're fucking done for tonight, kid. Fucking for or five lines already, you're gonna fry yourself."

Jungkook was bristling, breathing deeply and feeling this unstoppable urge to tear the plaster off of the fucking walls and break everything he could get his hands on. Maybe even douse the place in gasoline and drop a match on it.

"You think you're my fucking dad or something?" Jungkook spoke lowly this time, tone of voice threatening. "Well my dad's dead. So unless you want to be too, I'd suggest you stop trying to act like you're him."

Silence passed over the table for a moment, everyone looking at Jungkook in shock.

Without saying a word, Yoongi walked around the table and up to Jungkook, grabbing the front of his shirt and jerking him towards the door. Even though Jungkook was bigger, he stumbled along, not being truly stable enough to protest.

"Get the fuck out of here," Yoongi spat at him after opening the door, shoving him out of it and onto the porch.

When the door slammed in his face and he heard the tell tale locking sound, Jungkook charged at it, kicking and banging his fists against it. "Fuck you, Yoongi! Fuck you!" He screamed at the wood and then continued to pound it with his fists, ripped knuckles splitting open again as red oozed out. 

Slowly, he began to freak out when his friend showed no signs of answering him and his racing heart started to race even more until he felt like it was going to beat right through his chest. "Yoongi!"

Where was he supposed to go now? Home wasn't an option, neither was Yeura's and he tried Yugyeom before he even went to Yeura's house earlier, but his friend had told him that he was caught up with the lady from the front desk at the dance academy.

Of course his friend had asked him if there was some sort of emergency, but Jungkook wasn't going to cock block him with his fucked up issues.

The next time he knocked, it was more soft. "Yoongi," Jungkook called out brokenly this time, voice low and his eyes stinging with tears. "Yoongi I have nowhere else to go," he sniffled, hating how weak he felt and waited only a few more moments and giving another knock to see if Yoongi was finally going to respond.

Giving up, he turned around and headed for the steps, head hung low, but that's when he heard the door creak open behind him.

"Hey," Yoongi called out and Jungkook whipped around to look at him. "You can come back in, but you're fucking done with the coke, yeah?"

"Yeah," Jungkook mumbled, wiping his tears away with the back of his hand hurriedly, not wanting Yoongi to see him cry, but the elder seemed to just ignore it.

"Come on then." Yoongi said, gesturing with his head for Jungkook to come back inside.

Jungkook kept his head low and headed back into the house, but as he passed Yoongi he muttered an apology to him.