#namseoksarmy

Five years ago when you both started dating, you guys agreed to wait until marriage before having any sexual intercourse. It was Namjoon’s idea.

Though he wasn’t exactly Christian, he told you that he believed sex was something meant for exclusive love only and therefore wanted to marry first to see if things were real…before getting in you.

Kim Namjoon was always a smart man and his reasoning was usually logical and fair enough, but this alone was really tough for you, especially since he’s always been quite the hottie.

You honestly wanted nothing more than to dig your nails deep into his thick bare biceps and let him ruin you.

181 cm yet feels much taller, grown out buzzed dirty-blonde dyed hair, plump full lips like a cute heart, thick straight brows, observant dragon eyes that you yearned to see the world through, strong and tanned cozy sleeper build. Great for cuddling. Super sexy man.

And on top of that, he was wise, understanding, respectful and disgustingly reliable. He often read books or brainstormed lyrics since he did songwriting on the side.

Namjoon was always committed to the things he loved and you loved that about him. He was also a leader at heart but had a compassionate side that loved nature, animals and the simplicity of life.

Nevertheless, you guys carried through successfully with his wishes and were very excited to see the outcome.

You knew you wanted to be with him forever and therefore, knew this day would eventually come the minute he said his ramen and chill was just ramen and chill until marriage.

Now, that long awaited day has finally arrived and you were more than excited, practically bouncing around in your wedding gown just to bounce on him more in the bedroom.

As you both walked into the booked hotel that midnight, still in your wedding attire as you both had left the venue, you giggled and skipped happily while eagerly grabbing your newlywed’s sweaty hand.

Wait, sweaty hands? Why was Namjoon still on edge?

In fact, he’d been like this all day.

Before, you’d assumed it was because he was getting married. Marriage can be scary and stressful, especially for someone like the groom.

But now, it was different.

Now, it was just the two of you like always. You and Namjoon. No family was around this time. No friends with cameras were watching.

So, why was he still worried?

Maybe he’s just nervous about having sex for the first time. A normal reaction for something new. You didn’t blame him. This was indeed his first time since he’s been waiting.

But couldn’t he just trust you to help? Couldn’t he also just back out if he wanted?

He should know that you're his wife and wouldn't force him to do anything out of his comfort.

When you both entered the fancy hotel room, his vibe was radiating off even more distant and closed off energy. This was so unusual for him on y’all’s wedding night and he only did this when he was mad at you or hiding something.

You reached for his hand to reassure him, but Namjoon subtly pulled away to get the door.

He was a shy man at heart, but right now, he was obviously hiding something from you.

Curious, you decided to slow down and ask him what was wrong.

“Hey, Joonie.”

You said softly while you placed a hand on his tense right shoulder. You wanted to show him that you meant no harm. No judgement. He could open up to you if he felt uncomfortable.

The large Namjoon flinched and avoided your gaze like a cute clumsy bear.

“Uhm y-yes, love?”

You sighed, realizing just how on edge he truly was still. Choosing to jump to the conclusion and assume your suspicions were correct, you offered something that you thought would hopefully calm his jumpy nerves.

“We really don't have to do anything if you don't want to.”

You spoke to him gently, never taking your hand off his large yet tense shoulder.

Namjoon let out a quiet, deep breath before slowly allowing his dragon eyes to meet yours. They were the darkest of brown and had their kind of large, doe vulnerable gaze that made him look like a nervous little koala instead of a strong man.

“Love, it's not a-about that. It has nothing to do with that actually…” His stuttering deep voice trailed off, leaving silence between you two.

“Then what is it about Namjoon!” You nagged, getting frustrated with him. What could wrong that he was so on edge when you were trying to stay happy for their wedding night??

He quickly sensed your growing frustration and decided to get straight to the point. Namjoon muttered something that sounded like a curse, or a prayer under his breath before he fumbled with the belt of his pants.

You stood there with nothing to say, confused about what he was doing but trusting his motives.

Namjoon undid his leather belt, tossed it onto the hired carpet, and suddenly pulled his pants down to his feet.

You stifled a laugh. What even was his plan at this point?

Namjoon noticed your reaction but chose to ignore it. He was too nervous to even care about your amusement in his unexpected actions.

His black Calvin Klein underwear was then visible, which he quickly pulled down to his feet as well.

“Namjoon, what are you doing?-“

Out sprang his half soft about 8 inch cock, but it wasn't any normal cock, it was robotic like, mixed with metal and human flesh, even having a button on the side to power on. He also had two large metal balls for testicles. You gasped, not able to hide your interest and curiosity.

Namjoon sighed at your wide eye reaction, mistaking it for fear and disgust. The humiliation and embarrassment was clear in his tone as he spoke,

“This…This here, is my Automatic dick. I hate it but I was born this way. As I got older, the doctors said it wouldn't affect my life socially, only if I chose to become sexually active. Hence, the main reason why I wanted to wait until marriage with you…Baby, I'm so sorry.”

Namjoon looked down at the pants and underwear still below him with shame.

He was deeply insecure about who he was and what he was born with. This made your heart break. You really couldn't care less if Namjoon had an abnormal organ or not, you just wanted to be with him.

Plus, you believed riding something like an automatic dick was a blessing. Gives you what you need and is a mixture of a sec toy and human. It was perfect, big and honestly nothing to be ashamed of.

You sighed, your gaze softening to that safe look Namjoon learned to know so well.

“It’s beautiful.”

Those two words were actually what he needed to hear all his life. So simple for a situation so complex.

Namjoon gave a big sigh of relief and slowly started to relax. His shoulders began to slump and no longer tense. His eyes could stay in contact with yours. His vulnerable monolid eyes started to turn into something gentle that grew with their own.

He was starting to realize that he could finally have you, have someone after waiting for so long. Namjoon wasn’t going to let his insecurity get the best of him, especially when you, his wife, accepted him for all of him.

His now, not so soft, 9 inch automatic dick twitched with curiosity at the thought of having you.

You gripped the soft bedsheets as he slowly and carefully inserted his thick cock into your tight hole. You were laid out on the bed with your legs bare open for him.

No lube or foreplay was needed since you were already dripping like a waterfall from the sight of such a girthy, metal beauty.

His huge, veiny hand held both of your wrist over your head, as his large bare body towered over yours, pushing you harder into the comfortable hotel mattress.

Every stretch caused a whimper to release from your lips and this only allowed Namjoon’s metal piece to throb more and grow more.

He started off with fucking you with just his tip. It was already enough to make you cum since the heat of it all was sending you to another dimension, but you remained holding back.

You saw his lower abs naturally flex as he maneuvered his hips to control his slow thrusts. Namjoon also used his rough hand that wasn’t pining your wrist above, to lightly grip your hips as handles.

For an automatic dick, his tip was so warm, and glistened with pre-cum. It was starting to slip in and out so easily despite its size.

Namjoon’s dragon eyes met yours as he finally pushed and settled most of himself into your warmth.

“Mmm yes you feel so good.”

Namjoon then shyly pressed the small “On” button on his left metal testicle, and his automatic dick started vibrating while remaining deep in you.

“Joonie fuck mmm-“

He bit his lip at the sound you gave him. The hand holding your hip then snaked around to gently rub your clit. Your hips unintentionally jerked at the sensation and you cried his name.

“Fuck, you’re so tight and wet for me.”

He slowly started to gently thrust into and let out a loud whimper at the grip you gave him.

“G-goodness, ah, my love.”

Namjoon cried out, catching his breath as he kept moving, in and out, struggling to keep his composure as he picked up the pace.

The vibrations would increase the more he moaned.

You guys had just started fucking, yet you already felt his hard cock hitting that deep spot that desperately needed to be reachedinside of you.

Namjoon started to give you a faster pace with deeper thrusts and you gasped.

You were so close to the edge it wasn’t even funny. Your legs were starting to shake with the effort of holding back, but there really wasn’t use with his merciless pounds.

His eyes never left your face because he desperately needed to cherish this moment, needing to see every expression, hear every gasp, feel every squirm and throb.

The claps from his balls against your skin were wet, messy and loud, but not loud enough to drown out your earsplitting moans and his soft pants and occasional whimpers.

“Jagiya- mmff! S-so, mmah, close already…” he deeply panted.

Namjoon leaned his body closer, chest to chest with you. His hands let go of your wrist and you moved your hands to grip his bare muscular back, sinking your nails into his skin.

“Mmm, mark me love. I’m all yours.”

His rapid heartbeat and heavy breaths synced perfectly with yours. You could smell his intoxicating, but resinous scent.

That made you somehow closer. Throbbing. Not being able to hold back your release any longer. In a ragged deep voice, Namjoon panted,

“Just let go for me, baby. Fuck, I got you.”

His words of encouragement were the final straw.

You couldn’t help but violently squirt all over him, entire shaking from the impact. His sharp eyes widened at the sight before lifting his body up, gripping your waist and pressing your shaky body further into the now wet mattress as he continued to relentlessly pound into you, now chasing his own release.

Everything about this long awaited moment was perfect; The way his cock would still maintain its’ vibrations while it pounded into your deepest spots. The rhythm he struggled to maintain while whispering sweet encouraging words. The way he could fuck you perfectly through your orgasm as you desperately rode him for what was left.

You almost orgasmed again. The agressive sounds of the creaking bed, the loud slaps of his metal balls, and the feeling of his pulse beating aggressively against your skin.

Your favorite part of all this though, was the way he would moan, deep and yearning, like all his life he has wanted to experience something as close and intimate as this.

He wasn’t afraid to get loud and messy around you, and you loved that.

Then, it happened.

Namjoon finally broke.

He started to quietly cry, salty tears of pleasure streaming down his soft cheeks as he felt you throb around him, still shaky from your previous orgasm.

It was an automatic dick, but he could still feel your every clench, throb and shake from you. He tried to keep his rhythm steady, but he just couldn’t with all the emotions that threatened to overwhelm him.

Every-time his thick member slipped out, it was like the perfect kind edge that made your pussy desperately grip for more.

He’s never felt or been in anything like you before. Well of course he hasn’t. All he’s experienced before you was his hand and his pillow at the thought of you.

You would think he would have slowed down after getting emotional, but he only thrusted harder, sharper, like he was angry he was insecure and made you both wait five years to have sex.

Quickly, his balls painfully hardened with the threat to release in you. Your hands shook and nails trailed to his lower back, leaving painful, bruising scratches on his skin.

Then it actually happened.

His legs shook. His grip on your wrists and his grip on your hips grew weak. His pants and moans turned into a pathetic gasp and deep cry. Thick ropes of sticky cum filled the inside of your womb and you could feel the hot substance spread.

Namjoon automatically pulled you close against his large warm chest, grounding body enveloping you completely as he quietly cried into your shoulder, holding onto you like the world would die if he let go.

“Never leave me.” He desperately pleaded with a whisper.

A “Girlfriend For Rent” just translated as legal prostitution for many. It’s a shame society never accepts it for a real job and would simply dismiss it all as some kind of sick scheme.

You couldn’t even speak about your job freely without people thinking of you as some kind of hoe. You guessed they weren’t completely wrong since you have indeed contractually dated many men.

Having a career like yours didn’t necessarily mean that you did sex work. Maybe here and there you did something quick for extra money, but most rentarus did it.

It wasnt like you had to have sex with your clients. In fact, it was highly illegal, banned in all businesses, non satisfying either, but you knew that you needed your money. Lots of it, and quickly.

They also highly discouraged actually falling inlove with your client or anyone for that matter. That you could do since everyone who rented you was basically shitty and everyone you met didn’t stick around.

Your job wasn’t that bad… That’s what you so desperately wanted to believe. All you had to do was become the girlfriend of said person for the paid amount of time. Usually the time was just a few hours.

Every once in a while, things were simple and quick. Sadly, 99% of the time, things got weird.

Honestly, you hated everything about what you did. You so desperately wanted to quit but you knew that you needed this for a very personal situation you were in.

Yes, you were once a bright, silly girl with dreams of your own, torn between becoming an actress, your true passion, or become a doctor, the path your mother always pushed you to do.

Your mistake, you decided at your state university that you’d major in chemistry in hopes it would help you qualify for medical school, following in the plans your mother had set out for you.

Unfortunately, you failed, horribly, and soon dropped out, leaving your family in debt bigger than planned.

Your mother cried, but it was only tears of anger and disappointment. You remembered it all so freshly as it was only last year.

“How can you be such a disappointment and give the family a load of debt?! You will pay this all off! I worked years to give you an easy life and you blow it! You’re a mistake!”

Whether it was out of guilt, shame, or the lack of self esteem, that was the day you decided to sign up and work as a “Rent A Girlfriend” worker in an attempt to pay off your college debt and make some kind of living.

You were pretty good at acting anyways, so why not act as someone’s girlfriend and make money. Easy. That’s what you had thought originally.

Now, you realized that making enough money in your choice of career was more than just difficult. If you wanted customers, you had to be the prettiest, the most innocent, the most accepting.

You put on this act for each of your filthy creepy clients and wore the hottest of clothing to impress them. Yes, filthy and creepy. All middle aged men looking for a cute girl to have for usually just the night.

Some were awkward, just very lonely. Most were super uncomfortable to be around. You hated it, hated it so much that you considered pursuing something you had more control in, like maybe an Only Fans, but you didn’t want to be the failure with college debt and a genuine sex job. Three negatives multiplied don’t make a positive, but two can.

And they did.

At first, you didn’t expect the things in your career’s society to ever change. They were all the same. Perverted, horny, obsessive, but at least all willing to pay.

At some point, you just disassociated your mind and put on that act you knew you had to give in order to revive the dollars you needed. The tips.

Pay off the debt and things will change.

… Then suddenly, as if the heavens have seen your pain and heard your cries, you met him. Jeon Jungkook.

A man by the name of Jungkook had signed into the Renta Femme website and requested for you specifically to be his girlfriend for 48 hours, already paying 4,500 it’s nothing.

You could have sworn you’ve seen his name before. Not in a romantic soulmate kind of way, but in the celebrity sense. Wasn’t he some kind of idol? A global sensation? You quickly pushed away the thought and labeled yourself as hopeless and delusional.

They’re probably just using a fake name.

Plus, what celebrity is renting a girlfriend for 2 whole days? And if so, no celebrity is ever requesting for someone like you; Random and mid ranking amongst the others.

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At exactly 12 AM, a black sports car swerved outside the building of your company, Renta Femme with a loud vroom. It was already very late, an unusual work time for you, and on top of everything, this mystery man had the nerve to make so much noise with his expensive car in the middle of the night. He must be very rich to have the nerve, you assumed.

Outside, where you awkwardly stood, was dark, cold, but apparently the man who paid for your two day service had stated that he wanted all 48 hours with you.

This made you slightly worried, but since he did pay 4.5K, you shut up and went to work at said time, getting dressed in a short pretty pink dress and making sure your visuals were up to society’s standards.

You honestly didn’t expect the mysterious man to show up at exactly 12am so fancily, but now you could tell by his money and now by his sharp sports car that he meant business.

Car ever so smoothly parked and turned off, out of the fancy car stepped a large Korean man, dark buzz cut and dark sunglasses with an expensive suit. You noticed how he ran a rough hand through his hair, indicating he was still getting used to his new buzz cut.

Could that be the Jungkook guy??.

…

Apparently not, because the large man then walked over to the Sport Car’s backdoor, opened the door, and with a slow step, debuted him. The Jungkook, and his aura was just that of a globally famous celebrity’s. Not just any celebrity, but an idol.

The first thing you couldn’t help but notice was not his gentle mannerisms, his unusual lip per-icing and arm covered in different tattoos, shiny wavy jet black hair that moved in the wind like flowers, or his carefully crafted face, lips and jaw designed, kissed by the heavens to be the most beautiful…you first noticed his eyes.

So large and expressive while so dark. His eyes were naturally big, pure and so captivating. They reflected the moonlight above and pulled you in like a calling, as if the man used some kind of magic.

His face had a nice round yet model like structure, a cute nose with a defined bridge and straight dark eyebrows. The man was just beautiful, nothing like you have ever seen or experienced working here.

His skin tone was on the tanner side and glowed in the night, emitting this kind of golden hue out to the world. He was a blessing to your eyes.

The man also wore expensive large jeans, with a black hoodie tied around his waist and a white tee that displayed his manly arms, one being heavily tattooed, from shoulder to fingers. He had large broad shoulders and pretty black earrings to top it all off.

The man seemed to notice you as well after he stepped fully out of the car. You knew this because he held curious eye contact with you. His driver or bodyguard followed closely behind the man like a guard dog, sizing you up and down like you'd try something.

The bad-boy prince excitedly waved hi to you and jogged over. You didn’t know what status he had, but he seemed very powerful, so you deeply bowed to him.

The man’s pretty lips frowned.

“No, no, stop that. You’re my girlfriend now, remember?”

How did his voice carry that manly depth but still hold that feminine softness?

You slowly moved back up, standing normally and looking at him with a carefully blank expression.

He then kneeled down and gently took your hand in his. Your eyes widened in shock. What was he even doing? The man’s hands were bigger than most men you’ve met, but they were also more delicate and soft, like some kind of marshmallow.

Jungkook nodded, boba like eyes looking directly into yours.

“Let’s introduce ourselves properly. I am Jeon Jungkook. And you?”

…

“Y/n…”

Jungkook softly chuckled and stood back up. He was so much taller than you.

“What a beautiful name.”

His smile was like sunlight in the fall, and his eyes curled with it like some kind of rainbow. You normally didn’t question people’s motives for booking you, but you couldn’t help but question why a man like Jungkook would waste time with rent-a girlfriend service.

You decided that there was no way a rich celebrity would buy you for their fun, so he is likely to be a lonely nepo baby.

“Anyway, we don’t have much time to waste so let’s go.”

Jungkook never let go of your hand as he led you to his sports car, bodyguard following ahead to open the door for you both. Heaven knew where you guys were going, but your company was not strict. Honestly, just give them extra dollars and the men could do anything, and fortunately for Jungkook, that was easy.

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12:27 AM

The car ride was smooth, just fast and a bit bumpy at times. You and Jungkook sat in the back seat and there was this awkward silence that came before he tried to break the ice.

“Are you normally this quiet, Y/n?” His boba eyes examined you from head to toe in innocent curiosity.

“No I uh-“ You couldn’t help but forget how to respond. Every-time Jungkook glanced your way, you felt shockwaves through your body. This man had the most sweet yet most impactful gaze on you.

“Is it because of my job?” Jungkook asked quietly.

His job? What did he do? Nepo babies didn’t usually have jobs.

“What? What do you do?”

“Never mind.” He averted his gaze and used his tattooed hand to fidget with lip per-icing.

“Touchy subject?” You questioned. Jungkook shook his head quickly.

“No, it’s just…I wanna surprise you.” Jungkook softly smirked. It was not warm, but it was mischievous, like you were gonna be his partner in crime rather than girlfriend for two days. This confused and started to annoy you. Why was he being so mysterious?

Jungkook’s smirk became a wide bunny-like grin. He could see how you carefully chose your expressions, and he liked seeing a crack in your ‘mask’. He knew the feeling of hiding from the world all too well.

“What made you rent me?” You couldn’t help but blurt out.

Jungkook closed his eyes to briefly think, and it took him a few seconds to figure out what he was going to say. Then, without breaking eye contact he smiled and said,

“Very pretty girl. Lowkey. My friend said we’d go good together. No one would suspect I rented you.”

No one would suspect???

You decided to change the subject since he obviously loved to surprise people and remain vague. Just what kind of man was he?

“What are we going to do?”

…

“Just be my girlfriend. Act natural.”

You groaned, a piece of your mask cracking at his vagueness. Jungkook smirked and poked your cheek with his tattooed hand casually. His fingers were so gentle. You tried not to smile for a second.

“Can I at least know where we’re going??”

“Almost there.” He smirked

“Ughh!” You couldn’t take it anymore. Why was he being so secretive?

Jungkook was getting a high off your frustration and giggled softly to himself. Why does he giggle?? Why is it cute?

“At least tell me how old you are? Not to be rude, you act young.”

Jungkook hummed softly to himself and then smiled, that warm and charming one he just naturally had.

“How old do I look?”

Ugh, not this question.

You looked closely at his face. So pure, so cute, so bunny like with the biggest of eyes. It was hard to guess his age while struggling to calm the butterflies that threatened to take over your stomach. What was happening to you? One cute guy shouldn’t destroy your ability to avoid falling, right?

His clear glowy skin, innocent soft eyes, plum and hydrated lips, perfectly sized nose.

“You’ve gotta be like my age…So like 20.”

Jungkook bit his lip playfully and then stared out of the tinted window.

“I’m 29.”

…

“What???”

The car suddenly jerked to a stop.

“We’re here.”

With both hands Jungkook handed you a large black mask before putting on his own and putting a black hat over his pretty hair.

He then handed you the hoodie around his waist and insisted that you put it on, cover your face completely and look down when entering the building. What exactly did you just get yourself into?

You then put the peice of clothing over your pink dress. His black hoodie wore a little big on you and was surprisingly warm and comfortable to be in. It smelt like him; expensive cologne and something soft, sweet almost.

“Wait what’s happening-“

“Let’s goo~” he said in his happy voice before yanking you out of the car with him. He was so strong, damn.

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12:35 AM

Nothing could have prepared you for the dozens of fans waiting in the hotel lobby. Like a group of flies, they noticed Jungkook walk into the building despite his attempt at disguise and suddenly, cameras were flashing, microphones were pressed against his lips and people were screaming Jungkook like he was some kind of religious figure.

Random yet personal questions were being asked left and right. They weren’t even directed towards you yet they were too much to keep up with. How did Jungkook stay so unphased? So calm?

“Mr. Jeon, is it true you have plans for a hiatus?”

“Jungkook, who did you vote for?”

“Are you tired of your parasocial fans?”

“Oppa, do you ever plan to marry?”

“Kookie, who was that romantic song you sang about?”

“Jungkook, do you think you’re a good role model for the younger fans?”

Jungkook was unusually calm and silent through it all, following in front of his body guard as you main between them both. Your first impression of this man was a bad boy look with a very silly, witty vibe. Now he was closed off, annoyed and quick with his every action.

“Is this a sasaeng in between Jungkook and his Bodygaurd!?”

Someone shouted out.

Sasaeng?? You’ve never been so confused in your life.

A group of girls gasped and started to throw water at you. Jungkook moved you in front of him to shield you from their attacks. He was worried about you, but he didn’t care if he got hit by simple things like water. You gripped onto his large arm tighter, seeking protection.

“Just keep looking down… we’re almost done.”

Jungkook whispered, low and rough in your ear, yet the sound was so soothing. He reassuringly pulled your back against his chest, a possessive action in front of these “fans.”

You could have sworn you heard angry screams from someone within the pool of people after Jungkook’s action. Luckily, Jungkook safely guided you into the elevator and the body guard stayed out to ensure no one was let in.

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The hotel you two shared was large in size on the fifth floor. It had its own kitchen, its own living room, two bathrooms, but only one room with one large bed.

Both of you two were sitting on the large fluffy couch by the window of the balcony that displayed a pretty scene and a pretty glass coffee table.

It was still dark out since it was almost 1AM, but the stars were nice and gave the sky a nice shine.

You, on the right side of the couch, were still freaked out about everything. The people disrupting the hotel lobby, the angry girls who threw water at you, the way people surrounded Jungkook like he had to cure for cancer.

Jungkook, on the left side of the couch, was casually layed out on the furniture, thinking long and hard about what he could do to entertain you and distract you from everything that may have frightened you down in the lobby. He was used to the fans, used to the noise. He hated it, but what could he do about it?

You took off the mask but forgot to take off the huddie. It felt comfortable and plus, you felt much better in his clothes then your ‘girlfriend’ attire.

“So what do you wanna do now?” Jungkook questioned while sitting up to look at you. His quiet voice cut through the silence and even though he was exhausted, he kept his eyes big and doe to seem approachable for you.

Wasn’t that supposed to be your job? He paid almost 5k for you, yet he was basically doing your work.

You realized you needed to act as his sweet girlfriend and not an anxious girl he had to protect.

“We could get to know each-other.” You smiled professionally while heightening your voice ever so slightly. Jungkook could see right through your bullshit and he sighed heavily. He took his hat off and ran a large tattooed hand though his dark wavy hair.

“I have just the thing.”

He suddenly jumped up from the couch and reached deep into his jean pocket.

Was it going to be a condom? You were worried that he was like every other man who has rented you. They just wanted sex or weird kinky stuff you didn’t want to remember. They were never good at it anyway. You guessed that if he was indeed like every other man, having sex with Jungkook wouldn’t be bad, but it still made you feel more like a prostitute. More like a whore. You hated your job…

“Let’s play Bunny Uno.” He gave you that boyish smile and started professionally shuffling the cards.

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1:15 AM

After a few fun rounds of Bunny Uno, which was just regular Uno decorated with cute cartoon Bunnies, Jungkook checked his phone to see what was being said about him.

Suddenly, he laughed for a good 10 seconds, the sound rich and pure before he scooted over to sit next to you and show.

“Wow look what they wrote here!”

Jungkook Jeon, global sensation was spotted with a girl in a leaked hotel building. Fans claim that was an example of a mentally ill sasaeng !

“They’re so delulu…whatever.” Jungkook groaned dramatically to himself as he rolled his pretty eyes. You couldn’t help but still wonder why they kept referring to you as a sasaeng.

“What’s a sasaeng?”

“Like a stalker. For Kpop idols.”

“You’re a Kpop idol??”

“What did you think I was?”

“Like, I don’t know, a nepo baby.” You mumbled, already regretting everything. Don’t kpop idols have strict companies and very parasocial fans? It was all added up and you wanted out of it.

Jungkook giggled for a bit before laying on the floor playfully.

“Well I am rich—“

“I’m sorry. I’ll make sure my company pays you back all the money you sent, but I can’t do this.”

His playful attitude immediately dropped and he panicked.

“Wait, Y/n!“ Jungkook’s body shot up with anxiety and his hands shook slightly. He was no longer casually laying on the floor like some kind of puppy, he was now a jumpy dog with separation anxiety.

“I’m sorry. It was a pleasure meeting you Mr. Jeon.” You politely bidded before getting up. You realized you were still in his warm hoodie and slowly attempted to take it off.

“Don’t go!” Jungkook stood up, his height towering over you before he grabbed your wrist with a shaky tattooed hand and got on his knees. He looked up at you with a plea.

“If I’m going to do this, It needs to be you. Please, I’ll pay so much money…just don’t leave me.”

You groaned. No one can resist those dark, sparkling boba eyes. How did this man, who looked so bad and scary find it in his heart to beg you to stay?

“Do what Jungkook???”

“Just for today. And tomorrow. Be my girlfriend and scare my obsessive fans away. Is that so hard??” He whined.

“Yes! Yes it is hard because your fans are crazy!” You almost wanted to scream, but you pulled it together and only yelled instead.

“I know, I know. That’s why I need you to discourage them!”

Silence.

“I- uh… I’m just tired of this life…I need them all to grow up. So for two days, just two, including today, be my girlfriend. Please-“

“So you just want to cause chaos??" You blurted out.

“I… yeah. And I want attention on my new single that I’m working on. ” He mumbled this sheepishly, but his grip on your wrist remained tight. The idol was not baking down, and he was setting on having you as his partner for his plan.

More awkward silence—before suddenly,

Brr.

Your stomach embarrassingly and unexpectedly grumbled out the blue. Jungkook stifled a laugh as he watched you panic and clutch your belly through his hoodie that you were still wearing.

“Mmm someone’s hungry.” Jungkook lightly teased with a bunny smile. You only grumbled and tried not to gush at his innocent expression.

“I’ll make us some spicy ramen.” He offered before you could even think.

———————————————————————

2:04 AM

You both had just met about two hours ago and things were up to a strange start. You came to find out that this pretty man was an idol, a big kpop idol who loved to play Kitty Uno and make the best ramen.

Yes, Jungkook Jeon had made your noisy tummy ramen at 1 AM and it was so good, so perfect, you fell asleep on the hotel couch. You now had less than 46 hours left on this girlfriend for rent job with him, and despite the chaos you and him were about to cause in the foreign work to you, Jungkook was actually the best guy you’ve ever experienced.

He didn’t push, he didn’t ask for much, he just wanted a girl solely for the purpose of causing noise, self destroying his solo career just to build it back up.

Jungkook was also noticeably more attractive and respectful than any other guy who payed for you. The way his boba eyes sparkled, the way his biceps curled with his movement, the way he protected you from his fans.

His tatted arm, face of pericings, only added to his art. You could understand why his fans were so crazy about him and why they acted the way they did when they saw you closely walking with him into the hotel. They were in denial and claimed you to be a saseang.

“How old do I look?…I’m 29.”

What Jungkook stated in the car suddenly replayed in your head. He was about 8 years older than you, almost 30, and his fans still treated him like he couldn’t walk with a woman in public.

——

You awoke at 10 AM, a little later than your normal wake up time, and shockingly, it was the best sleep you’ve had in ages. You normally struggled to sleep at night, especially with your type of job, but for some reason you could sleep just fine last night.

You slowly took in your surroundings. Soft hotel king sized bed. You were carefully tucked in and safely secure in this soft bed.

Wait, you fell asleep on the couch eating ramen with Jungkook. So how did you get here and where was Jungkook??

You pushed your body up and looked around. You could see a large white blanket folded up in the floor along with a single pillow with a head imprint on it and some black hair strands on the pillow case.

Did jungkook sleep there last night to make you comfortable? Was Jungkook the one who carried you to bed?

You heart suddenly felt weird. It wasn’t pain but it was sharp and random.

The sound of water quietly hitting the shower floor came from the bathroom and reached your ears. Soft, almost pitch perfect singing echoed from the bathroom and leading into the hotel bedroom.

Oh that’s where Jungkook was. In the shower.

You should do something productive as well, you thought at you slowly got up from the bed.

“Did he change my clothing to pajamas too?” You wondered out loud before looking down. Nope, you were still in his large black hoodie. How did it always stay so warm?

You walked out into the hotel’s small living room, where you and Jungkook played Kitty Uno and you saw a black leather journal laid out on the glass coffee table.

Out of curiosity and a little boredom, you snooped through his journal brefily.

It was his music journal. what he used for brainstorming lyrics and finding out what he wanted to sing about. He was working on something currently and was struggling what to name it, you could tell by the question marks by title of song.

Overall, the lyrics were about this girl he fell for, but he has a few hours left with her. He wants nothing more than to make her fall for him within those hours and feel the same way he feels about her.

“That sounds familiar…” you curiously whispered to yourself.

Suddenly, It went silent. Too silent. The shower stopped. Jungkook’s soft singing stopped.

You had to act fast and decided to scurry back into the bed and act innocent like you weren’t snooping through this man’s things.

You hopped in the bed right in time, regulated your breathing and closed your eyes.

You heard the bathroom door open and felt the gust of the warm fog that escaped from the bathroom. Jungkook quietly hummed and stretched as he walked over to look into his bag for what you assumed were a pair of clothes.

Clothes? That means he had nothing but a towel on.

Curious once again, you decided you’d take a small peak when you thought he wasn’t looking.

Jungkook was a work of art. Why didn’t anyone tell you he also had a chest tattoo that matched his huge arm tats? He had the body of a chill gym rat. Naturally fit with gym every now and then. His diet must contribute to his 6 pack and yummy biceps. And his wet, post shower body wasn’t just hot, his face was too. The piercings were like the cherry on top and how did his hair look so good wet. How did his jawline stay so sharp and how did his eyes look so big—

Jungkook was staring directly at you with a cheeky expression.

You didn’t know what to do but you quickly pretended you just woke up and were looking around.

———————————————————————

10:10 AM

“If you really think I would fall for that, you must still be very sleepy.” He lightly teased.

“Mm cause I just woke up.” You claimed with a fake yawn. Jungkook wasn’t buying it, he could read people well.

“Sure.” He walked over and booped your nose with a wet finger, causing your stomach to strangely flutter. The closer he got the more you could smelt him. He smelt so nice.

There was this silence with unspoken words that came over you both. White hotel towel still around his slutty waist, wet but more lengthy dark hair, glossy skin and sexy muscles with tattoos. You knew you wanted Jungkook, but you weren’t sure if he wanted you back or just needed your girlfriend service to fuck with his fans.

“Y/n, I—“

Before Jungkook could finish what he was going to say, his phone rang. He picked up the voice call after letting it ring for a bit and put it on speaker so you could listen in too.

“Hello??“

“Jeon, what the fuck are you doing!?!”

Though the man with the yelling voice on the other end of the call couldn’t see, Jungkook smiled, that mischievous bunny smile that you knew by now meant trouble.

“I-I just showered.”

“I don’t…Jeon everybody is losing their shit! You better deny everything. Say she’s a family friend. Say that she’s your sister. I don’t care just—“

Bleep.

Jungkook then grabbed your arm and yanked your entire up from the bed with ease. Damn he was strong.

“Come, come, let’s make a TikTok—Shit!”

Jungkook’s towel had slipped from his waist and onto the floor, leaving him bare and exposed to the air and you.

You looked down at the floor quickly as he panicked and ran to find some pants. You felt your face go red. You just got flashed by the hot man and he was so big. But not the point, the point was that you just got flashed by pure accident for the first time.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean too!”

His voice sounded so much higher and panicked than his normal and he seemed genuine.

———————————

Before creating the TikTok Jungkook made sure your entire identity was covered. You wore his baggy black huddie, a large white mask, a hat to cover half of your face and hold your hair up, and the baggiest of sweatpants Jungkook got to hide your figure. You could tell he really cared about preventing fans from discovering your identity and attempting to harm you. He wouldn’t let that happen.

The warm trend for couples he wanted to do with you was cute and simple. On the final take, he kissed your neck area and you didn’t know how to act. The TikTok then ended.

“Oh, they will lose their minds over this.” Jungkook snickered in mischief.

He also made sure to kiss your neck on camera to establish the relation between you two

Immediately after, things were not looking to good. The voices from down at the hotel lobby suddenly got louder. Jungkook’s phone soon started violently shaking from getting spam calls, and they were not from scammers. Jungkook didn’t even want to see what they were saying about him online, so he deleted TikTok. Deleted.

Then he acted fast and called his personal and most trusted bodyguard.

“Yo, Lee—“

“What the fuck did you do?? There’s literally 10 of us down at the lobby because we had to call backup! They’re talking about knives!?!”

Jungkook took a deep breath and then silently moved over to fidget with a part of your disguise

“Well…I’ll explain later but can you get someone to get my motorcycle ready?”

Motorcycle??

“Uh, I guess, sir. I’ll text you when it’s ready.”

“Thank you.”

Jungkook hung up and suddenly sighed deeply.

“Can you run good?”

“Huh?”

“Are you good at running?”

“I guess.”

“Do you mind being picked up?”

“Uhm…not really.”

“So, can I pick you up?” He suddenly grinned.

You swallowed your spit nervously before nodding.

“Okay…”

He suddenly scooped you up bridal style and let your head lay near his bulky, tattooed shoulder.

D I N G !

It was the text that Jungkook’s motorcycle was already ready and there.

“Okay let’s go.”

He opened the hotel door and suddenly started bolting through the halls, giggling as he sprinted with you in his hands.

He made sure to run down the stairs, skipping some as he ran and took the exit away from the lobby.

Quickly you and him were outside and some way some how, word around met the fans and they came looking for you and Jungkook, thankful Jungkook found his motorcycle first.

He gently got you out of his warm, muscular arms.

“Shit. Only one helmet.”

He quickly glanced at the bike, then looked at you, then looked at the helmet.

“Quickly. Put this on.”

Jungkook sat on the bike and waited for you to get behind him. His rough hands guided yours onto his waist to hold on tight before you both took off on his bike.

Angry fans scream in the background, flashing their cameras and throwing whatever they could at the couple.

Jungkook only laugh and you couldn’t help but snicker too as he took off faster, making more loud vrooms on the gas pedal just for fun.

—————

11:00AM

The way Jungkook decided to leave the hotel with you was reckless, scandalous and brought even more negative attention to the solo idol.

Fans were in an uproar, posting things like

“We are very disappointed in you Jungkook Jeon and we feel betrayed!”

“How can Jungkook be so reckless?”

“Jungkook’s music better be the best.”

Yet despite all that happened, you would do it again. There was a thrill, a dopamine rush that came with running from everyone and everything, especially when the world was so chaotic.

Jungkook being the kind of rebel he was, only made things more exciting. You didn’t know escaping and riding on a hot idol’s bike from hundreds of fans could be so fun.

You two ended up at his huge single family home and he immediately took you downstairs to his home gym to teach you how to box because why not. You still were his girlfriend by payment and this was the next thing he wanted to do with you.

Things started off simple, like a random defense class you didn’t know you needed. But then Jungkook started wanting you to use the tactics on him and soon things became a playful wrestle match, Jungkook going purposefully being easy on you while giggling.

You shoved him to the ground in retaliation, wanting to assert some kind of dominance over him.

Suddenly, you both became very aware of the “not so friend-like” position you two were in. Sure, you were his “girlfriend” by payment, and despite being very attracted to the tatted pretty boy named Jungkook Jeon, you thought the energy between you were just mutual friends. At least you thought he saw you in that way.

So why was he laying on the wooden floor, allowing you to remain on top, sit directly on top of his crotch with a pretty smile on his face.

Something about how Jungkook pushed you to take risks. Something about Jungkook’s carefree spirt despite his kind of life, inspired you to make the first move for once.

You yanked him by his thick black strands of hair and kissed him. It started off as a soft kiss, but Jungkook quickly took control and deepened the kiss. Then suddenly, he pulled away with a soft frown.

“I don’t think this is allowed…”

Jungkook reminded you with big innocent eyes.

“Since when do you care about rules?” You scoffed.

Jungkook was getting annoyed, but he remained patient for you.

“Have you done this before?”

“H-Have you?”

“No. Please don’t answer my question with a question.”

Jungkook looked at you with those big non judging eyes and you decided you should tell him everything.

He listened closely as you told him about your life, why you chose your career path and the dirty things you did to make extra money. He didn’t interrupt, he didn’t judge, he didn’t even make a face, he only hugged you tightly and kissed your forehead ever so lightly.

“See~ I knew you’d be a good match!” He smiled all brightly before grabbing you and throwing you up over his arm.

——-

Yes. More making love—you could say—was shared on his king sized bed but nothing could compare to the time Jungkook Jeon gave you right after. He was good for someone who’d allegedly never hooked up before.

His tatted arm roughly layed you on his cushion soft, blue silk bed before getting right on top and into your mouth like he’d been starving, grinding down on you in the process. How was he already so hard?

“Kookie.” You whispered against his lips.

He smiled, pulling back a bit to speak

“Kookie, I like that sound of that.”

“I’m on the pill by the way.”

His smile turned into an evil bunny grin.

“Good. I don’t have condoms anyways.”

He suddenly deeply chuckled and crawled down so his head was near the waist band of your pants.

He stared back up at you, pleading with those sparky boba eyes.

“Allow me.” He whispered in that deep, breathy voice you didn’t realize you were so weak for. Quickly, you lifted up your hips and let him slide both your pants and underwear off with his teeth.

You kicked both of the pieces off and squirmed as you were now bare and exposed to him and the air.

He licked his lips and ran a tick thumb through your slick folds, causing your flesh to twitch under his touch.

“Mmm—So wet for me.”

He slowly started taking off his own clothing. Starting off with his shirt, then pants, then damn Calvin Klein undies.

He whimpered a bit as he suddenly teased the tip of his glistening cock against your pulsating clit. He gasped at the sensation, somehow growing harder at the feeling of you.

When he finally and slowly inserted himself into your cunt, you weren’t expecting such a good stretch. It felt so amazing you even grew tighter around him, and he had to push in his cock with more force.

“Fuck—Mmmh taking me so well.” He groaned.

Jungkook griped your waist as he took it slow. In and out, maintaining a steady pace while moaning every now and then. He was more vocal than you as every time you were fully around him, it deeply mattered to him.

Then soon, he started picking up the pace like he had change personas. He was not a mercilessly pounding into you like he was in a breeding frenzy.

Jungkook was right away finding and hitting that spot you needed him to with precision and gripping your hips like a lifeline in the process. Each brutal thrust was like sweet torture as it pressed you deeper and deeper against his heavenly mattress.

“Mmhm! D-Dont stop—fuck!” You moaned outloud, sounds only feeding his frenzy.

Suddenly then, he switched angles, needing you on top of him as he thursted up from under. This made you out of nowhere take in all of him. You screamed. Each ball slap feeling like some kind of sick reward.

He was almost like a machine. Pounding into places deeper and deeper with each punishing thrust. Never changing or slowing his pace.

You could almost feel the feeling of your legs going away, but just before that could happen, Jungkook used his rough tatted hand to slap your ass, demanding more bounce. You gave a strangled cry before desperately gripping his strong waist for support, abs tensing under your grip.

“Just like that—fuck, good job. Gonna make you mmm cum—“

Then, as if on cue, it happened. You disgustingly came all over his tensed thighs while having your own shaky worn out legs and heaving breaths. At the night of you, ruined, breathless, orgasming because of him, Jungkook quickly followed after, shooting ropes of his own sticky cum into your womb because he did remember you said you were on the pill. He was quite eager to finish in you anyway.

You two stayed in that position for a bit before he carefully pulled out and cleaned the mess up for you

Of all the times you’ve had sex, nothing quite felt as intimate and personal as Jungkook. And plus, he made you cum. That was saying something. You couldn’t remember the last time a guy made you orgasm like that.

———

12:30PM

After giving you the time of your life, quiet whispers were shared and unspoken promises were made between you and Jungkook.

He held you close to his firm, warm, tatted chest like you were his ground while you dozed off to the soft beating of his heart.

The world outside went quiet and every other memory seemed to fade outside of just you and him on this bed, embracing one another.

You then realized you didn’t want this to end. You didn’t want to say goodbye to the rebellious bunny man you randomly met at 12 AM yesterday and somehow fell for.

You didn’t want to return to your shit job and work as a prostitute Girlfriend For Rent. Jungkook made you feel human. He made breaking the rules natural. He made you feel protected.

But we all have to say goodbye at some point. It was your fault for falling for an idol so fast.

——

12AM

Sending you off with his hoodie, credit cards he insisted will help with your college debt, one of his personal drivers and bodyguard, Jungkook said his final goodbyes with a kiss and a playful nip at your earlobe.

Behind his happy boba eyes were a yearning for you to stay but he’s paid his part and already had angry fans, angry company of his own he had to deal with.

In the end, for a few weeks, Jungkook Jeon remained quiet, away and unseen in one of his many homes while continuing working on his song, which he named, Our Rented Love. Nobody actually knew where he was located besides you, his boss and maybe some good friends.

After releasing his song, instead of people attempting to cancel him for being seen with a girl and having a possible relationship, many praised him for his talent and musical skill, shutting up the deranged people who thought they had ownership over him.

They never disappeared. They never left. They just went in the quiet about things.

Similar to Jungkook’s feelings for you.

He never ever stopped thinking about you. He never thought about meeting anyone else. He strongly believed that fate would do its job and bring you two together once again.

——-

“Youre sick, deranged and insane! I hate you Taehyung!” You screamed, slamming your fist on the table out of anger.

Taehyung, as always, remained calm and collected, nonchalantly sipping on his coffee like this was a casual stormy morning.

It was a shame he was such an attractive man. Thick and healthy long dark hair, dark straight eyebrows, tiger like brown eyes, and heart-shaped pink lips that complimented his warm toned light skin.

How could he stay so calm after what he did? You should be calling the cops on him. You should be leaving. Luckily, that was your plan. Right?

Standing up slowly from the dining table with his bitter, black coffee still in hand, Taehyung pouted at you innocently with his pretty lips before stepping closer to your smaller form. He then carefully placed his steaming coffee on the table you abruptly slammed before tauntingly staring down at you, face to face.

“I'm leaving!-” You shouted, having enough of his silly games. Why doesn't he ever take you seriously? Why doesn't he realise how terrifying what he did was?

But before you could truly step away, escape him for good, a rough hand circled tightly around you wrist like a cold and crushing cuff.

“Get the fuck off me!” You yelled, trying to yank your hand back from his dangerous grasp. Taehyung only chuckled and yanked you flush into his chest, silencing your complaints.

“The fact you think you could ever leave me, jagiya… It's funny.” He whispered against the top of your hair. He then inhaled your scent and let out a soft but ragged groan. He wasn't mad you tried to leave him because he knew he'd never let you.

“Get away from me! Killer. I hate you!” You screamed into his intoxicating chest. He smelt good, too good. Like one spray of his most expensive cologne. Your weakness.

Taehyung couldn't care less about your insult and continued to feign innocence with a mocking pout on his pretty heart shaped lips. He stroked your hair with the hand that was not painfully cuffed to your wrist.

“Oh but jagiya~ You said you loved me last week.”

“That was before you killed my ex!” You angrily yelled, getting the strength to get your face away from his hard best.

Silence.

“I did it for you. You know this.” Taehyung almost whispered, his voice getting scarily quiet.

“But you didn't have to kill him! You're crazy!” You doubled down, but you were quite wary of what Taehyung would do when you pushed him over the edge.

“Jagiya.” He deeply grumbled, slightly raising his voice while his expression started to shift from mocking to cold on his handsome face. Taehyung got the point. He killed someone you once knew. He’s a killer. But he honestly couldn't care less. Everything went out of the window when it came to you.

“Dont call me that!” You angrily yelled, volume of your voice almost shaking the room. Taehyung as per usual, didnt flinch once.

“I call you what I want because you're mine.” He gritted angrily through his teeth, grip on your wrist tightening ever so slightly. You couldnt take it anymore. You hated him and you had to do something about it.

You used all of your strength to aggressively push him into a nearby chair and attempted to choke him. Taehyung pulled you down on top of him, his grip not loosening on your wrist once.

Oh no this was bad. How did you end up here, on his lap, right on top of his crotch area as if you were ready to bounce on his shaft like you’re life depended on it?

He slowly slid his two thick fingers under the waist band of your panties and with no hesitation, felt the increasing wetness between your folds. Pleased with the evidence, he smiled to himself.

“Youre disgusting. So soaked for me.” He taunted before taking those same two fingers and sucking on them deliberately slow to mess with you. Even you were suprized with how wet you were, the white like mucus coating his pointer and middle finger.

“But you taste divine.” He teasingly said with a grin, whispering as if it was another secret between you two.

“I need more of it…Now.” He lowly growled with a wicked smile. With ease, he lifted you up and carried you with your legs around his waist before gently plopping you don on the near by soft grey couch, a contrast from his grip on your wrist.

“Lay down on the couch for me.” Taehyung asked with a whisper. You couldnt belive yourself but you decided to listen

“Good girl. Lift your hips.”

Once again you did as told and watched him pull down your pants and underwear with ease. Now your bottom half was bare and exposed to the air and his dark gaze.

Taehyung chuckled before leaning closer to your core, teasing you almost. As he spoke, his breath fanned against your soaked pussy.

“You say you hate me. Yet youd let me do this.”

He flatened his long tongue on your clit, instantly causing your hips to depravely jerk.

He began sucking on your clit with sloppy, quick sucks, as if he was starving for your taste yet also punishing you for trying to leave him. Never in a million centuries would he let you leave.

It wasnt getting in trouble for killing your annoying ex that he was worried about. You were his everything. The only one who stayed. The one who said she would love him forever.

Never taking his nasty, slimy tongue off your now throbbing and wet clit, he slowly inserted two thick fingers into your cunt and curled them up with precision

“You can’t hate the person who knows your body best.” As he spoke, his voice was muffled against your pussy and the vibrations from his ragged voice pulled you closer to the edge.

You couldn’t even argue back with him because his fingers curled and found that spot, causing another pathetic involuntary jerk of your hips and a loud moan from your lips.

His own hips pathetically pressed against the couch and his ears went pink. Your moans of pleasure only fueled his determination to suck you dry, so he continued to work with rough licks, up and down on your cunt as he continued to move his fingers in and out of you, you getting tighter with each motion.

You desperately grinded your body against his face and he chucked against your dripping pussy, grinding against the couch himself to seek that friction he needed for his throbbing cock. The pleasure he was giving you was building scarily fast for someone you claimed to hate.

“Mmhm~ Use me. That's my nasty girl.”

He gripped your hips with his large cold hands to help guide you. He didn’t care if he had trouble breathing, he wanted all of you on his face. Suddenly, your body shakes and you cried out a moan. He had to take a deep, quick breath so he cum with you.

His eyes never left your face as he intensely and almost intrusively watched you shake and orgasm from his mouth alone. You wanted to leave him. You wanted to make him pay for the things he did. But instead? You were busy squirting all over his face and making a mess on the expensive couch, soaked legs shaking from his tongue and fingers alone.

His voice was always low and deep whenever he spoke. It was almost impossible to hear what he was even ordering, but luckily, San would always order the same thing. Black Coffee, no sugar, and a pink cake pop. He would dress in a black huddie and sweats. Simple. Not too obvious on his status.

His stare was cold and calculating, as if his dark sharp eyes were constantly trying to read your mind and find the intentions of your soul. It was very unsettling and stalker-ish. The worst part was, you felt those eyes almost every time you stepped outside of your apartment. At least you felt safe inside the comfort of your home. Felt.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

“Room 707! Open up for drug inspection!” Called out a deep male voice from behind your front apartment door. Drug inspection? What made anyone think that there were drugs in your apartment? Whatever. The best choice is to let them in and show that they’re no drugs in your home.

You jogged over to your front door and nervously opened the door with shaky hands so that the man, whom you assumed to be a government official of some sort, could check your apartment for drugs. Lucky for you, you didn’t have any. You were never the type to take drugs, you didn’t really have time for those.

As you opened the door, you were met with the sight of a tall man, dark shaggy hair and a serious look on his pretty face.

“My name is Mr. Jeon and I will be searching your apartment. There has been a report made specifically for apartment room 707. I am assuming that is you.”

You didn’t want to seem suspicious as he checked your apartment, so you decided to remain in the kitchen and make yourself some tea, playing causal while giving Mr. Jeon space. You certainly did not have any drugs, but you definitely did not want to make him think otherwise.

The strange government official decided to search your room first, but since if you had drugs it would most likely be kept there, you didn’t question him much and you didn’t bother to see what he was doing.

That was a big mistake.

Ever since that strange and sudden day, Choi San was able to watch you every night. Of course, he has always watched you. In fact, San has seen you walk to work every monday and every wednesday, has seen you clock in at the cafe, and has seen you take the bus after 5 back to your apartment. But now with the cameras added, he could finally watch you properly as you lay in your room, vulnerable and alone.

He was grateful to have the privilege, power and connections that he did to be able to install cameras into your room. It was a new source of entertainment and thrill he got from just watching you, but from a more personal view. San seemed to never get bored and never missed a day with looking at your room through the cameras.

After long days of working in the mafia, when he’d get home he’d turn on his tv and open the camera app to you, observing you fully on his big screen. This would happen obsessively for weeks until two months passed.

——

Sunday.

It was routinely for him to watch you every night, but this night seemed to be different for you. You struggled to sleep this night for whatever reason and decided to do something about it. Your hands trailed lower and lower into the night until they met your core. You whimpered at the sensation and laid further back onto your bed. Though it was late, San was still observing, and he sat closer on his bed to get a closer look. Today seemed to be his lucky day. Or night.

He watched in awe as your hands moved. He couldn’t see much from the side angle of the camera, but luckily there was a microphone installed, so he could hear every moan, every whimper, every pant and every breath.

Suddenly, a wave of heated rage came over him. Why wasn’t he touching you like that? Why couldn't he be the one that made you moan and shake? He couldn’t help his reaction to the sound though. His body tensed, and his pants grew tight, warm n wet.

"Ah Fuck!" You moaned out to yourself behind the cameras. San's hips roughly jerked forward as he couldnt control his dick from reacting to your sounds. Goodness, what was he going to do?

Then he realized he could just pretend it was him in you the entire time. Not a bad idea since that was the closest he would get to actually fucking you, putting in all the pent-up desire that he has been holding back for weeks into your beautiful body. Well for now at least...

San scooted closer to his television and continued to watch your hand move with efficiency. His own rough, large hands frantically unzipped his pants before pulling his wet hard cock out with a guttural moan.

"Mmmh yes..." He whimpered before teasing his own cock to you in slow strokes. He was truly savoring the moment. It was not everyday he watched you through the cameras (lie) and saw you masturbating. San wished his nights after work were always like this. Watching you desperately touch yourself behind the cameras, not knowing he was there the whole time.

"Ahhm~" You whined as you suddenly squirted, spill making a mess all over your clean bedsheets. His strokes desperately quickened at the sight. "Mmm I bet that pussy is so tight..." He groaned to himself.

Even though what he was doing was sick, perverted and illegal, it felt so good, and he wanted nothing more than to close his eyes, but he couldn't close his eyes with having the privilege to see you like this. All vulnerable and spent after touching yourself. He wondered if you were thinking of him the way he was thinking of you.

"Fuck fuck..." He cried pathetically. His orgasm soon followed as his fluids spilled onto his hand, thick and warm. You would think that he would have stopped there, but he only kept going, eyes rolling back as the image of you twitching and whimpering after squirting in your bed replayed in his mind over and over again. Its like he couldn't stop thinking about it, wouldn't stop wanting to feel you wrapped around him, couldn't stop wanting you for himself to use as he pleased.

After that night, he knew he needed you, and he was going to find a way to get you.

Monday Morning.

You walked into Chimmy's Cafe and quickly went to the bathroom to change into your work attire. Usually, which didn't happen often, you felt refreshed after you masturbated. It was a time when you could relax and explore your body without any distractions. Strangely, last night you didn't feel alone during the moment you usually had alone. Was it good or bad? Didn't matter. Work now and think about whatever presence you felt later.

When you finished dressing up and jogged over to the service counter, you already had a customer waiting.

Of course it was him.

Grey sweat pants. Black Huddie. Dark eyes and sexy face. It was no other than Mr. Choi, that Mafia guy. But why was he just staring. Was he going to order or?

You didn't know it, but he saw everything last night. Heard everything and watched intently. He loved every second of it and finally made a decision to keep you for himself. Claim you for him only. And he knew exactly how he was going to do it.

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10PM

Jungkook was so close, he just had to keep stroking. It didn’t matter if his hands started to ache and cramp. It didn’t matter if his cock grew more red from how aggressive he was jerking it.

The beautiful picture of you on his phone, smiling bright, happy eyes, carefree spirit in the setting sun, only got him harder, blood flow going south, girthy dick increasing in thick clear precum, cock throbbing in his tight hand with the threat of a fourth orgasm.

The absence of your body next to him only made him feel the need to continue jerking off, stroking his glistening pink tip up and down until you, his wife returned back to the mansion.

A part of his sick mind actually enjoyed the thought of you returning home and smelling his essence, witnessing his sticky mess. The shock on your face. Maybe a curious thought of his own taste. With that thought, his hips thrusted up into his hand and he gasped like a perv.

“Fuck, fuck.”

He had just came into his sticky tatted hand for the fourth time. Tissues laid around. Ropes of warm cum sticked onto the sheets and walls like some kind of paint. Your husband laid there, cock throbbing and patheticly shaking, thinking of what photo of yours he hasn’t jerked off too yet.

Just before your husband, Jungkook could play with the mess he made, shamelessly pretending that it was yours, his phone notification went off, indication of a text. Could it be yours?

“Maybe she’s not mad at me anymore. M-maybe she’s texting me saying she’ll come back. All I did was collect her cum in a jar…”

Jungkook sat up and with shaky wet hands and a flushed periced faced as he maneuvered his way to the messages app. Embarrassingly his phone was covered in his own cum, making texting quite difficult, but he honestly didn’t give a fuck, he just needed to hear from you. Even if it was just text bubbles on the screen. He grinned as he leaned back on y’all’s huge m king sized bed.

“Damn it.” He angrily growled through his teeth.

The text wasn’t from you, it was his mafia team asking if he was going to show up to the territory distribution meeting. His bunny grin immediately dropped and he bit at his lip pericing so hard, he would have sworn he tasted blood. He wished it was yours.

Fuck no. He was NOT going anywhere until he could see his wife. He didn’t respond to his team and only left them on read no matter how mush they insisted he should go. Jungkook was actually worried about something else, like how he was getting tired of aggressively jerking off to your photos in silence. He needed to see you, and he was going to find out where you were hiding.

Clicking on the only pinned contact with lots of chaotic emojis, Jungkook started to spam text you frantically, softening cock still out in the air as he did so. The air was beginning to smell like him.

JK: hey I’m sorry 🥺

JK: I miss you.

JK: my love.

JK: just tell me where you’re hiding and I won’t send anyone.

60 seconds without reply.

JK: fine. be like that.

JK: just don’t forget who I am.

Out of fustraion, he quickly sent a message out to his same mafia team he left on read, suddenly ordering them with two words alone. He didn’t even bother to clean his phone, clean the large master bedroom or put his sloppy dick back in his pants. He just needed to know where you were and he just needed to see you again.

“Find. Her.”

Crazy how he, one of the biggest and most powerful mafias, the man who makes Busan go round, Jeon Jungkook, the man with the family name that held so much wealth, was reduced to an obsessed husband, desperate for his woman.

After a quick 20 minutes, the exact luxery hotel you were staying out was discovered, and the exact room you were staying in was soon tracked and revealed as well.

Jungkook Jeon didn’t waste a second pulling up to the location. He dressed in casual baggy jeans and black tank top that highlighted his muscular frame and sleeve of unique tats that somehow made him look hotter. He made sure to call his personal driver to take him to the location and carried a small pistol for his own protection. He brought two body guards with him to be on the lookout for any trouble as he went up to your hotel room.

This was all excessive. And Jungkook did this all just to what?—Hide his disgusting obsession and infatuation with you?

As he steeped into the large hotel building, glass spiny doors and everything, the workers who recognized him deeply bowed at the sight of him. Many wouldn’t dare to look him in the eye—They were smart enough to know he’d kill people for less.

“Show me her room. Take me inside.” Jungkook quietly demanded.

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After being escorted into the simple, discreet hotel room you planned to stay for the night, Jungkook’s eyes immediately landed on your body frame, lying sideways on the couch like the world was at peace. Mr.Jeon made sure to lock the door behind him before walking over to your body in slow, purposeful strides.

“You’re funny to think I wouldn’t find you, love.” He muttered cockily, evil bunny grin plastered on his face.

You didn’t respond.

Confused, he moved himself directly infront of your smaller fame and noticed your relaxed breathing pattern, closed eyes and limp body on the couch. It then quickly dawned on him.

“Oh shit. She is asleep.”

Jungkook crouched down to where your pretty head was facing and moved his head uncomfortably closer to you before nipping at your ear like a weirdo.

“You’re mine. Don’t forget it.” He muttered against the soft flesh. Jungkook licked his lips at the sight of your face. He really missed you.

His tatted hand, the same hand that was jerking his cock for him not to long ago, stroked you face with a soft consideration. He traced your nose, then your lips, even your eyelids before he whispered to himself like a prayer.

“My beautiful lady.”

He hummed to himself with a soft pure smile despite him being everything but that. Pure.

“She’s looks less stressed when she’s sleeping like this.”

Jungkook leaned his larger body down to inhale your scalp. “Mmhhh…I found my drug,” he moaned as he rolled his eyes back in pleasure. It was pathetic how hard he was getting from just the scent of you. He pressed his nose back in your scalp for another whiff.

“Mmm f-fuck, you smell so so good.”

As he breathed you in. Inhale, exhale and inhaling your natural musk again, his hands wandered round his own body. Then with both rough hands, he pathetically rubbed his crotch area through the jeans.

“Hmphmm…” his hips naturally started to thrust back and forth on the couch while his hands continued the circular motions. He didn’t want to touch you while you were sleeping because he wanted you to be awake for that. There was nothing he loved more than your face when he was fucking you.

Suddenly he freezed, you had just yawned…

In panic, your husband Jungkook started kissing your forehead to try and lull you back to sleep. He didn’t dare to remove his hands from his crotch area though.

“Shh…Mine. mine.”

He whispered against your skin.

“Hmm…yeah.” you whimpered in your sleep. Jungkook’s eyes went wide with desire and his ears went red.

“I can’t mmm—fuck.”

As he stood up with the intention to take off his jeans and maybe stroke his cock to the soft sounds of your sleeping mumbles, he noticed a peice of clothing on the floor right by the couch.

“Oh, what’s this?”

Jungkook reached over and slowly grabbed the item up from the floor. Slowly at the realization, a wicked yet sexy smirk plastered on his pretty periced lips. It was your lacy red underwear. You had a habit of sleeping without it.

Looking briefly at the peice of lace in his hands, then at your sleeping body, then back at the cloth, he took his slimy long tongue and licked the inside of it. He cheesed even more at the flavor on his tongue.

“Hehe. Yes—I can taste your essence perfectly. I’m keeping this.”

He quickly stuffed your underwear in his back Jean pocket after he’s had his fill.

Back to stroking your hair as you slept, he continued grinding against the hotel couch ever so slightly. It’s not like he could help the ache his cock was going through. Only you could do that. He was so obsessed with you it wasn’t funny.

You moaned while still in your sleep as if sensing his motion, and that only encouraged him to keep going, dick still active in his thick blue jeans despite all of the mastubation he did prior. He started moving a little faster, with a little more purpose, pathetically thrusting against the couch as if trying to seek some sort of friction.

“Mm Jungkook.” You whimpered in your sleep.

He gasped.

“Stop that, or I’m gonna—“

He suddenly came for the fifth time, this time in his baggy jeans. His eyes rolled back and he rubbed himself through the pants to prolong the unexpected orgasm. His legs were shaking and his stomach was naturally pushing in a way that made the orgasm feel so much more intense.

“Mmm yes, fuck yes, a-ahhh—“

His eyes he closed his eyes to imagine you, completely in the moment. Then suddenly—

“What the fuck are you doing?”

He movements stilled like he had been shot at the sound of your sleepy voice. Jungkook slowly fluttered his eyes open, large boba eyes immediately feigning innocence and forgiveness.

“Hi—“

You harshly threw a hard pillow right at his face and he laid back on the floor, accepting his defeat completely.

“What the fuck Jungkook???” You yelled.

Flinching, he quickly got down on his knees and started begging for forgiveness like he almost did through text.

“I’m so sorry for being a pervert. Please just forgive me. I’m sorry but I just can’t help it. I just need you. Please please forgive me.”

His lips went all pouty and the fully grown, mafia man with a sleeve of tats and facial of pericings made his eyes go all bunny like, some way somehow. There was no denying how his balls were still rock hard and twitching in his jeans. He just really needed you. Clearly, he didn’t care about his mafia image when it came to you.

Do you forgive him?

A/N: I apologize for any spelling mistakes or typos! hopefully you still understood what I was trying to say and I will come back to fix everything soon.

After a long day at your job and a long, rainy afternoon drive filled with heavy traffic and loud honks, you arrived at your small, cute apartment with a tired sigh. 

Work was long. Your co-workers were draining. Your husband was—bathing? 

Immediately, the sound of a bath tub filling up reached your ears once you opened the front door. 

“Babe?” Seokjin called down from upstairs in a happy yet confused tone. Typical. He didn’t know if it was you at the door or some random relative checking in on him. Either way, he was eagerly hoping that it was you. Seokjin was like a puppy with separation anxiety sometimes…

“What?” You responded, sounding more annoyed than what you originally planned as you kicked off your shoes, zipped down and threw your jacket on the wooden floor. 

Suddenly, Seokjin’s tall figure practically flew downstairs just to see your face after hearing your grumpy voice. That was definitely his wife at the door. 

He was wearing his casual black sweatpants and black shirt. His natural brown-black healthy hair matched with his fit. Contrasting from all the black, Seokjin’s warm-toned pale skin was looking quite glowy this afternoon. You couldn't help but wonder-- How did he stay so handsome all the time? Wasn't he supposed to be the older one? What happened to the 5 year age gap??

“Wow, you look so grumpy.” Seokjin bluntly teased as his warm, pale hands cupped your tired face. How were his hands so soft?

Still tense from work, you spoke nothing, avoiding your husband’s soft, brown eyed gaze. Despite your attempts at ignorance, Seokjin lovingly squished your cheeks and his handsome face brightened up like some kind of happy puppy. 

“You are going to love the bath I made you! Come!” 

He grabbed your wrist and practically yanked you up the stairs with him.

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The bath Seokjin set up for you was naturally refreshing and quite soothing. It was actually a very thoughtful gesture from him and it gave a nice break for your body muscles. The water also smelt like lavender and its color held a faint lilac tone--likely from a bath bomb of some sort. 

Seokjin, not in the tub but on his knees on the bathroom floor, did his best to help you relax completely. He started off by massaging your scalp, kneading your back, and lovingly scrubbing your arms while having the look of a man still in love with his only woman.  Stress from your day before still occupied your mind though, and it was clear to Seokjin as you weren't fully relaxed in the tub yet--but surprisingly, the way your husband was acting as he caressed your hands from outside the tub quickly caught your attention. 

You could visibly see it. Seokjin was holding back so bad it was painful. Behind the smile and soft demeanor he tried to keep for an exhausted you, you could see a very horny husband. Sweaty palms. Obvious bulge in the black sweats as he kneeled on his knees. Warm-pale skin flushed. 

The bath was cool and warm. It relaxed your skin in the best way and allowed your muscles to be soothed. Seokjin’s reaction was certainly not due to the heat of the water. Unless, did he have a fever??

After he was done washing you, Seokjin got up from his knees and slowly helped you stand up from the bath, lilac water dripping off your bare body as you arose. 

Seokjin tried to hide it but it was only harder to hide now that he was up. The way his breath hitched. The way his mouth watered. The way his cock ever so subtly twitched in his black sweat pants. He pulled his shirt down a little more in a pathetic attempt to hide it. He had to find a way to save his horny body from the embarrassment he would face if you found out how he was feeling.

Seokjin studdered,

“I-I think I left something ill just--”

“If you want to fuck then just say that.”

And then like a switch, his brain switched. He so desperately wanted to be the soft husband that helped relax his wife from all the outside stress and not the horny man he was, but he was done holding back, because now, he knew exactly what to do when it came to you. 

“Wow. Still so blunt… I dont want to fuck.” He chuckled. 

“Oh.”

“I want to eat you out. Suck on your clit. Spit in your cunt.”

“Oh my-” You felt your air leave your body and your heart increase in speed. 

“Get to the bed right now.” He snapped.

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As soon as you sat on the bed, like a tiger, Seokjin pounced and pinned you down in a way you didn't expect. 

“You think you could just tease me and I wouldn't snap?” He questioned, cold expression clear on his obviously heated face. Today, he was not playing around, and he only got this dominant when he was extremely horny. Like some kind of black panther in heat. 

“I--” 

You couldn't even finish your sentence since you were interrupted by the quick licking of your bare collarbone. His thick tongue felt ticklish yet so hot against your skin. What has gotten into him? You couldn't help but moan as he then moved up higher to the base of your throat, his saliva trailing up on your skin as he moved, 

“Spread wide for me.” Your husband commanded against your now hot skin. 

You couldn't help but cave into his dominance and you spread your thighs. Immediately, he settled his hips between your legs, fitting like a puzzle piece, but still never got off from on top of you. 

“Wider.” He whispered breathlessly. 

You listened and did your best to get wider.

Slowly, he moved from directly on top of you and rolled his hips teasingly, pulling a sweet whimper from your lips. He then moved his head lower-- from your collar bone, to your chest, to your lower stomach, to between your thighs. You were then completely exposed to his heated gaze and the air of the room. Your husband got really close and leaned into your flesh, as if about to speak to your throbbing vagina. 

“Good girl.” He whispered, causing his warm breath to fan right against your core. You stifled a moan at the feeling. 

Slowly, his plump lips puckered before rubbing against your clit. This was a deliberate tease he acted on just to watch you shiver under his touch. And it worked. 

Then, he immediately dove in. 

The way he ate you out was relentless. He sucked on your pussy the way he would if he was slurping up yummy noodles he had a time limit with. Or how he would suck on a mango he was angry with. He wasn't necessarily frustrated with you, but more with himself at how badly he needed you. 

As his tongue continued its relentless sucks on your now intensely throbbing clit, his large right hand snaked over your legs, only for his index and middle finger to push and curl inside of your clenching hole. 

Once you cried out his name, that was his go start moving in a relentless pace with both his slimy tongue and his thick two fingers, finding that spot which perfectly brought you to the edge, curl your toes, moan some more and grip onto his dark strands of hair like some kind of life line. 

“So needy for me.” He darkly chuckled against you before rudely spitting in your cunt and diving back in. The vibrations of his deeper, raspier voice vibrating against you only pulled another pathetic, needy sound from your lips. 

Luckily, you weren't the only needy one in this moment, because your husband was still hard as fuck, throbbing in his sweats and currently using his free left hand to rub on his crotch area as he ate you out. He was clearly getting off on this like crazy. 

He tried his best to focus on pleasing you and stifling his moans so he could hear you, but his body was making it painfully obvious what he was doing to himself right under you. 

The suction of his pretty lips became more sloppy, his pale face became more blushy, his usual soft eyes started to roll back in a “fuck, fuck” kind of way. 

Soon enough, he couldn't even hold back his own moans and with the strong vibration of his voice, relentless sucks on your clit and continuous fingering, it quickly happened. 

Your intense orgasm crashed over you like a wave, causing your thighs to violently shake and your whimpers to turn into cries. You uncontrollably squirted against your husband's puckered lips and he greedily lapped your juices up like he has been thirsting for weeks. It felt like all of the stress from work was non-existent as the orgasm Seokjin gave you made you feel helpless in the best way.

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After cleaning you with much care and gentle attention, Seokjin handed you a fresh plastic bottle of water, kissed your forehead and slowly got up to discard the damp towel in the trash, leaving you shaking and completely naked on the now damp bed. How could he walk so casually after giving you the best orgasm of your life? Oh wait. He wasn't being casual about things. 

You couldn't help but notice his even bigger, now wet bulge within his sweat pants. 

This was going to be fun. 

Once he returned, which wasn't long, you smiled wickedly, suddenly gaining a ton of energy despite the intense sex that happened before. 

“Oh no. That’s not a good smile…” He muttered as he laid down next to you on the bed. 

You sat up. 

“It's my turn now.”

Seokjin gulped but easily complied. He was extremely submissive whenever it wasn't his turn to be in charge. And clearly, he was the only one hard in this room. 

“Take the sweats off.”

Soft eyes never leaving yours, he complied to your order and sat up to push the sweat pants down his pale legs, revealing a very damp white underwear and pale, strong legs. 

You smiled teasingly at the interesting sight, but your husband’s lips didn't curve. He needed you.

“Touch me. Please.” He pouted, not wanting to wait any longer.

It was crazy to think that the man who made you cum hard not too long ago, was now softly gazing up at you and begging you to touch him next.

“That's all you have to say?” You pushed further.

“My love. I need you. Please, p-please. Fuck me. Do something.”

Slowly, yet still teasingly, you moved your hand to land on top of his warm, damp crotch area. 

“Mhfff- Fuck!” He cried out, eyes rolling back like how they would when you rode him.

 Your husband so badly wanted to grab you and make you stroke him till he came all over your body, but he was powerless when he was bare and exposed to you like this. He knew this only brought out his submissive side and pathetic needs. 

You could some way, some how, feel him throb through his sweats and couldn’t help but bite your lip at the feeling. He felt it too and for him, that made things so much more hotter, causing him to curl his toes and grip the sheets like how you did when he was tongue deep. 

Slowly, you slid the barrier of his white underwear off and like a spring, his wet dick sprung up, fully erect, completely exposed to you and the air--just like how you were with him earlier. Oh how the roles have been reversed. 

You started off with simply rubbing your palm against his solid cock in slow, circular motions, and your horny partner wouldn't shut up. 

“Right there-- fuck!” He cried out, hips already involuntarily jerking up from your slow touch alone. 

You then gripped the base of his cock just to feel it helplessly throb in your grasp some more.

“Please. Please--”

His soft begs were then reduced to whiney pleas by the strokes you started to give him with your hand.  More precum was already starting to leak out of him like a broken faucet, and his moans sounded like music.

Your husband was getting completely edged with how slow you were moving and he couldn't help but grip your wrist to encourage you to start moving faster. 

You smacked his hand away, stopping your motions all together. Quickly after, he whined like the scolded puppy he was while his still fully erect, pale cock continued to leak pathetically.

“Bad boy. Should I just leave you here throbbing and alone?”

“No! No! Please.” He panicked.

“Good.” 

You continued to play with him, only bringing him more and more closer to the edge until he finally broke. 

Before Seokjin could even warn you, a high gasp left his rosey lips and he brutally exploded in your face. Ropes of sticky white cum unexpectedly plastered into your mouth, your forehead and your chest like some kind of tooth paste bomb.

You hated Mingi Song. 

He was loud, pushy and overly self confident for a man only 6 foot. Well, he was pretty tall compared to everyone else – but still. And unlike your boyfriend, he had more muscle, constantly dyed his naturally dark locks but somehow kept his hair healthy, sharp siren like monolids, perfectly smooth skin, straight nose, plump rosey lips. He wasn't your type though. Too much. Too hyper. Too much older.

And lucky for you, the feeling was completely mutual. You were the random bitchy girl that appeared in his life all because you were dating his five years younger brother. Why did you always give him such attitude every time you saw his sexy face? Why did you insist on making his poor younger brother’s life worse? And why did you have to look so good? – totally not his type, but compared to the other girls his brother has been with, which was a lot, you were quite the catch.

Still, you were rude, sharp and unapproachable. He hated being in the same room as you and his brother. Hated having to make small talk to you since he couldn't control his extrovertedness. Hated seeing his brother touch you. Hated the way you glared at him when he tried to make everyone in a room laugh. 

You and his brother were both 20. Mingi was 25. Though his brother and you were adults, Mingi still felt obligated to watch over you both for whatever reason.  He claimed it was since his brother lived with him, but this only added to your hatred towards him. 

Why did he always have to interrupt romance between you and his brother? And why was he so high energy when he entered a room?

It was a rainy friday after noon as you finally finished with work. Since it was friday, and your boyfriend has been a little too quiet all day, you wanted to come over and see your boyfriend at his house. That also meant that you had to see, ugh, Song Mingi — But whatever, your boyfriend was what mattered most, and you couldnt let his annoyance of a sibling ruin your plans. 

After a quick drive in the rain, you parked outside of the apartment building of which your boyfriend and his brother rented and gave a light knock. 

A long three seconds passed by before the door opened. Fuck–It was that bastard, Mingi. Short sleeved black shirt that perfect highlighted his biceps, brown black hair tossled like he lazilyjust got out of bed but still looked like some kind of kpop model, dark siren eyes looking very annoyed. 

His naturally raspy voice came out as a grumble once he greeted you.

“Hey.” 

“Ugh.” You couldn't help but scoff in response. 

“Why are you here?” He questioned bluntly. 

“To see him.” You stated obviously.

Mingi sassily put a thick hand on his strong hip. “Well he’s not here. Leave.”

“Fine…” 

You soon enough turned to walk away and back into the rain. You were already sick of seeing Mingi’s face. That was enough Mingi and you interaction for —

“Actually, stay. Its raining.”

What? You freezed as his surprisingly soft but large hands gripped your wrist like some kind of lifeline.

“Dont touch me.” You snapped.

“Fine. Princess.”

He chuckled before reluctantly letting go. This was going to be a long day.

You stood by the front door like a pathetic dog waiting for her owner to come back home. And for some reason, Mingi stood right beside you. You tried to get him to leave many times but he always used the “this is my house” card. So you just decided to tolerate him, for now..but his body heat was so much, and his breathing was so loud, and his heated energy was radiating off of him like crazy.

“Can you stop breathing so hard?” You snapped

Minig put his large, manly hands up in a mocking surrender “This is my fucking house. Idiot.”

“Youve said that a million times. My boyfriend helps pay the rent–”

“My ‘’’boyfriend’’’ helps pay the rent!” he mocked with hand gestures that you didn't even realize you had when you got defensive.

“You fucking bitch.” You gritted through your teeth.

“Language.” He teased with that sexy almost charming smile of his--Big straight-teeth n all.

“Shut the fuck up, im leaving.”

“Thank goodness.”

“You can go fuck yourself.”

“Why do that when I want to fuck you so bad?”

The energy in the room somehow got hotter. It held the sexual tension of two people who desperately wanted to hate each other because they couldn't be together. Or at least shouldn't, but still found one another hot as hell.

 “What?” You gasped, shocked yet turned on by his bluntness–his straight forwardness. 

Slowly, his large hunk of a form confidently approached you in slow, purposeful strides until yu were backed up against the nearest wall.

“You heard me, baby.”

“Hm, why don't you repeat—”

“Sometimes i wish i could fuck you so hard that youd take back every shitty thing you said to me. Youd beg me for forgiveness and id forgive you since, well–”

“Im literally dating your brother.”

“Your loss.” He shrugged.

“Wait.”

You suddenly pulled out your phone to text your boyfriend (of one month) like you life depended on it. Something simple, but also needed. 

Were over. Dont ask…

“Lets just do this so i can see how bad you are in bed.”

“Good girl.” He practically growled, like some kind of tiger in heat. He then followed up on your fun plan—something you didn't know he dreamed of many times before.

“Lets do this so i can see how wet you are from just hearing me breathe.”

“Funny. Lets do this so I can see how small your cock is.” You scoffed. 

Quickly, Mingi’s large hands trailed down to his shorts and slipped both his underwear and his sweat shorts down to his knees with ease. This exposed his obvious wet, veiny 9 inch erection that was clean shaved, had paler flesh, was uncircumcised and all. 

“Still small, princess?”

Life for him was great.

Everything was fine.

He was 27 year old Jeong Yunho of Ateez and living his fun, korean idol dream like he always dreamed of.

Until suddenly, things weren’t so normal.

You—the fresh and hottest news around the world— had recently debuted in your own pop band.

22, bright spirit, pretty girl and not quite a K-Idol as you were a part of a global girl group. This naturally gave you more freedom than the average idol, allowing you to express yourself more freely and share your personality with your many fans across the globe.

And Jeong Yunho just happened to be your biggest fan.

But how did the dancing idol find the time to grow obsessed with you?

It all began on a casual Tuesday.

Word spread around the KQ Entertainment building about a freshly debuted group within the company, and Ateez decided as a group to be good hyungs and watch their fellow, younger colleagues debut video. Maybe they could even learn a few tips from how you guys manage your entertainment?

During the private music video watching in the studio, everyone had pretty normal, positive reactions. At least everyone that wasn’t Yunho…

“Such hard working girls.” Leader Hongjoong hummed, almost in awe with how well your group was put together. Wooyoung tapped his chin thoughtfully as he professionally studied each member in your group.

“Yeah, you can tell that they’ve worked super hard for this.” Jongho, the strongest vocalists of Ateez, added. Everyone else hummed in agreement and scooted a bit on the floor towards the big studio TV screen so they could see the screen closer. Some squatted or sat criss cross on the floor.

Yunho remained still. Quiet. Fixated on a certain girl in particular.

Of course it was you.

It was the way you moved, as if your were some kind of graceful swan and at the same time a sexy queen. Your eyes when you looked into the camera. Has he seen them before? Were you his soulmate? Your hair, he so desperately needed to run his rough, pale fingers through them and claim you as his own. Lock you away from the eyes that aren’t his own dark, monolid ones.

He felt his skin heat and blush creep up on his pale skin. Ashamed, he ran a large hand through his long dark strands of hair.

Then suddenly, Yunho’s stomach dropped like an expensive ring down the sewer.

“Oh woah! That pretty girl has some crazy visual.” Rapper Mingi bluntly admitted with his signature smile on full display.

Yeosang playfully rolled his eyes while Seonghwa and Wooyoung actually nodded in agreement with Mingi’s blunt comment.

“What.”

Yunho gritted sharply through his teeth, breaking the playful banter like shattering glass. It was at that moment where his large hands started to shiver, his dark eyes didn’t blink and his heart was pounding with primal possession. How dare he say such things about my soulmate? His brown eyebrows furrowed.

The other members worriedly glanced at each other, quickly picking up on the strange shift in energy and gave each other concerned looks.

“Yo chill out. He was just giving facts.” San, the heart throb member of the group, jumped in to defuse the situation and hopefully save the vibe. He put his firm hand on Yunho’s shoulder like a comforting younger brother, but Yunho aggressively shoved him off and got up with a rude dust motion on where San touched him. The younger man was visibly hurt and confused to what made him act so defensive .

“Facts? Show some respect.” Yunho practically spat out. Did everyone here find the woman he fell for attractive too? Wanting his woman? He should just strangle them al—

“Hey, let’s just turn this off and rehearse for our upcoming concert…” Hongjoong interrupted before Yunho could truly lose his cool over something so childish.

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Ever since the first time Yunho saw you through that TV screen, he started to lose his mind slowly. From buying posters online under another name, showing up secretly to fan meets disguised, randomly sending you your favorite snacks and flowers to casually popping up to your dance studio, snapping photos of you which he hoped you wouldn’t notice and dropping off the weirdest of notes anonymously.

You were his — even if you didn’t have the slightest clue, and Yunho knew he needed to take the time out of his day and make his presence known to you…Just finally claim you completely when the time was right.

At first, his 7 other members brushed their Yunho’s infatuation with you as a small crush, but slowly, they started to realize the dangers of it all…and the second red flag—first being his little reaction to Mingi’s comment— was when he started focusing hard on his English lessons so out of the blue.

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Who did those dark pairs of eyes even belong to?

You felt like they were watching you everywhere.

I mean, almost everyone around you basically had dark brown eyes, but this person’s — likely a man’s eyes were different. They were almost a darker shade of black than his silky hair, which contrasted with his pale skin. They were soft, yet soulless without sparkle. They gave off energy like some kind of old shark.

They stayed on you and only you.

First few concerts and you first saw him somewhere in the very front section of the crowd. You couldn’t see him fully or make out his actual face clearly since the crowd was so dark, but you could have sworn you two locked eyes for a moment. The feeling you got wasn’t cute butterflies and more a sense of danger. A warning that this man was trouble and more than just the average fan. Was he even a fan of your group or just you?

At your very first fan meet, you met a man with the same pairs of eyes as the ones you’ve been seeing lately. He had a black mask and a large white beanie that basically covered everything except his black eyes and pale-ish skin. You were honestly quite terrified since these random eyes kept showing up everywhere you seemed to go, but tried your best to remain professional and welcoming to the strange fan. Could this be what the kpop fans and k netizens called a saesang?

Throughout the first few weeks of your career random gifts catered to your taste would be sent and hand written mail with the same writing would be sent.

At first, it was simple things like;

“Keep up the great work!”

“Amazing on stage.”

“You’re a good dancer.”

To actually concerning things like;

“The way you smile makes my heart explode. I need it for myself.”

“Your thighs were crafted for my simple eyes.”

“What do you taste like?”

And they would randomly show up in the dance studio with your real full name on the font in big bold letters…

It got so bad that you constantly questioned quitting this life all together or going on hiatus for a few months, but you didn’t tell your members or your team about the issue you were facing because you didn’t want to give them any stress.

Or maybe they weren’t that bad?

Still, this life you were living was pretty exhausting and you needed to lowkey leave the company to better yourself.

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Award shows.

Every idol knows them. Every idol attends.

Ateez was on their 25th award show while you were on your first.

After every award show there is an after party idols must attend post.

The venue was spacious, fancy and decorated in its own colorful lighting.

Yunho, originally with his group, was never normal the entire time. You were in the same area as he was and therefore now was his chance.

He members worried for him, he was acting extremely quiet and fidgety and refused to tell anyone what was up with him.

Then he saw you. Hair freshly done. Body complimented with the cute attire you wore to attend. Eyes looking around for a place to sneak off to.

And at that moment

He didn’t care. He didn’t care if he risked it all, ruined his life and destroyed the entire group’s image. Yunho just needed to have you for himself.

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12 AM

You quietly made your way over to the nearby bar to grab a quick drink, away from your members, away from honestly everyone at the venue. The setting was supposed to be a party after all, but you were too focused on the future to enjoy anything.

Hoping a few shots would calm your nerves, after slipping a few bucks to the bartender, you quickly swallowed two small cups of alcohol and sighed.

Was leaving the group doing too much? Were you ever cut out for this in the first place? Was your situation normal? Who even was this person?

At that thought, you felt a soft tap on your right shoulder.

Startled, you turned around and your eyes landed on what was likely a pretty kpop idol. Wait, this wasn’t any idol, this was likely Jeong Yunho of Ateez.

Same jorts, same white boots and black long sleeve shirt from the stage. Same shiny belt and same bright skin. Same 6,2 height.

You’ve heard a few things about the popular group and you’ve seen the crazy dancing skills of special member Yunho.

All you knew about him was that he was five years older than you, made more money and probably had way better experience.

What could he be tapping your shoulder for? And was it actually him because that hair was completely covering his forehead and eyes? He has quite pretty lips though. Pinkish, plump and soft in that heart shape which made all the girls go crazy.

“Hey.” The older man waved awkwardly. He had a slight Korean accent but he sounded like he was fluent. He looked to be in his later twenties, has dark hair baucakly

“Hi there!” You smiled politely, fiddling with the hem of your skirt in an almost endearing way.

“How are you doing tonight?” He quickly added smoothly, deepening his voice ever so slightly as he sat down on the chair next to you. He wasn’t that close but his presence could surely be felt.

“Just okay, and you?”

“Better now.” He smiled shyly as he put his barge hand in his jorts casually, leaning back carelessly as he did so.

“You seem troubled though.”

There was indeed so much happening, but you didn’t want to burden someone with your problems. You didn’t even know if this guy was actually Yunho, and you weren’t really up to asking.

“I— well…”

“Don’t worry about telling me. I just don’t like to see that pretty face frown.”

“Oh wow, thank you.” You felt your face smile for real at his cute comment.

“And your body is perfection.” He blurted out bluntly.

Wow, that was random, but you were kinda into it.

“Interesting way of flirting.” You teased, getting playful with this cute stranger.

“I’m sorry, I’m just trying my best hehe.” He bowed slightly, but the gesture was obviously meant for joking and making you smile. You were growing to like this guy.

“Cute.” You found yourself muttering.

“You’re cuter. Always.” The older man’s tone of voice muttered back darkly, almost desperately before changing the topic to something you two could banter more on.

The conversation between you and the cute man came naturally. He seemed to know and related to the things you enjoyed to do, and this comfortable convo went on for a bit until you decided to open up about your true troubles.

You didn’t sugar coat anything, opening up about the industry and the weird stalker and the way the company treats you.

The man’s pretty pink lips frowned, but then they curved into a smile like he had a plan that could help.

“Let me help you out a bit. I’ll buy you a drink and we can get outta here. You down?” He asked with a smirk.

“Fuck it. Yeah.” You reluctantly agreed with a shrug.

The man suddenly got up from the stool to order two simple glasses of alcohol for you. It seemed like some kind of champagne.

The strange man smiled as he held up both glasses for you to see.

“A way I calm down with drinks is I like to mix a little something in. I brought my own mixture juice though. Are you down to try?”

You couldn’t resist that sparkly smile so you nodded and he turned around and got to mixing. After a quick 30 seconds, the man nonchalantly slid you the drink.

“Try it out. I’ll make mine now.”

How thoughtful of him to mix whatever in your drink first! You took a testing sip of the alcohol and do your suprise, it was hella sweet. Almost addicting.

Whatever, seems safe enough. You drank it all like the shot cups you took and immediately regretted the action as your head felt like hell and your vision became unclear.

“Wanna get out of here now?” He whispered, leaning in close.

“Mmhh yeah?”

“Good girl.” He smiled darkly. Only then you could see his eyes—black as night and scarily familiar.

Then you lost consciousness.

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3 AM

When you finally awoke, your head was throbbing painfully from the inside and everything felt extra colorful and hazy. Dizzy.

You soon realized you were wrapped tightly in a wool blanket on a king sized bed, not completely tied up but still restrained.

Then you saw him.

Jeong Yunho.

Sitting silently on the edge of the bed, predatory and dark gaze not blinking nor moving away from your wrapped form.

You wanted to scream, cry out loudly for some kind of help, but your body felt way too weak due to whatever he put in your drink. Yes, he laced the drink he gave you.

“Relax, My Cutie.” Yunho darkly whispered uncomfortably close to your skin, breath odly cold and eyes unusually wide.

“We’re together now. You don’t need to worry.”