“Oh, thank God,” Dean said immediately. “An attractive person finally showed up.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “Still using that line?”

“Still working?” he winked.

“It’s really not,” she said casually.

Garrett frowned from the kitchen. “What are you doing here?”

She stared at him blankly. “Hello to you too, sunshine,” she said sarcastically as she moved to give him a light kiss on the cheek.

“Weren’t you at practice?” he asked as he leaned down to receive it.

“Yeah… like three hours ago.” She checked her phone for the time. “I texted you.”

Garrett pulled his phone out, checked it, then shoved it back into his pocket. “Didn’t see it.”

“No way,” she deadpanned. “You mean you ignored your phone during a party? That’s so unlike you.”

Logan huffed out a laugh before he could stop himself.

Y/N’s eyes flicked toward him briefly. Just for a second. Like she only now acknowledged he was there.

Then she walked straight past the couch and headed for the kitchen like she owned the place. Which, honestly, she kind of did at this point. Especially when Dean instantly grabbed her bag from the floor and took it to the living room like second nature.

Nobody questioned it anymore.

Not when she’d been hanging around the team since their freshman year. Not when she knew all their names, their habits, their schedules. Not when she walked into their house without knocking and immediately started stealing their food.

“Is that my pizza?” Dean yelled, watching her take a container out of the fridge.

Y/N opened the takeout container. “If you have to ask, they’re not yours anymore.”

“That’s stealing,” he complained.

“That’s survival,” she replied, already placing the leftovers in the microwave.

Dean pretended to be annoyed about it. But not really, already accepting the terrible fate that his leftover pizza didn’t belong to him anymore.

Garrett, meanwhile, was still watching his sister with narrowed eyes like she might spontaneously set the house on fire if left unsupervised for too long.

She was too much like Garrett. Same sharp mouth, same stubborn confidence, same tendency to look at people like she already knew exactly how to win the argument before it started.

It made her annoyingly difficult to intimidate.

Logan had learned that pretty quickly.

The first time they met, she’d looked him up and down and said:

“You definitely look like a hockey player,” she said.

Logan laughed. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“The hair. The ego. The vacant expression. Very on brand.”

That had been two years ago.

And now she was just… always there. Curled up on their couch during movie nights. Stealing all their hoodies. Yelling at the TV during games. Bullying Dean with terrifying efficiency. Part of the furniture, basically.

Y/N hopped onto the kitchen counter and pointed at Logan’s bottle. “Is that the last Diet Coke?”

“No…” he lied, looking away because he knew she’d fight him for it.

“Give it to me,” she ordered.

Logan held the bottle out lazily. “Then come take it, Graham.”

Her eyes narrowed immediately.

Garrett didn’t even look up from his phone. “Don’t encourage her.”

“Too late, man,” Dean said.

Y/N slid off the counter and walked over. Logan expected her to snatch the bottle and leave.

Instead, she stopped directly in front of him.

Close enough for him to notice the cold flush in her cheeks from outside. Close enough to smell winter air and something faintly sweet underneath it.

She tilted her head and pouted cutely.

Logan grinned slowly. “That’s not gonna work on me, princess. I’m not your brother… or Tucker.”

“But… there’s only beer left in the fridge,” she said sadly.

“Come on, Johnny,” she said softly. “You’re really gonna let Garrett’s little sister die of dehydration?”

Logan grinned slowly.

“Pretty sure Coke does the opposite.”

“Wow,” she said, unimpressed. “And they let you into college.”

Dean barked out a laugh somewhere behind them.

Logan looked down at her, still smiling, and willingly handed over the bottle. She smiled and grabbed it before moving to the living room with his soda and Dean’s pizza.

But across the room, Garrett was watching the entire interaction with narrowed eyes.

He knew hockey players couldn’t be trusted around his sister.

Good thing Logan agreed.

And he had nothing to worry about.

“So… what are you doing here, Baby G?” Tucker asked sleepily, barely lifting his head from the armchair as Y/N practically threw herself onto the couch with Logan’s stolen Coke still in hand.

“My roommate’s having her boyfriend over tonight,” she said easily, stretching her legs across the cushions. “She asked me to disappear for a few hours.”

Dean looked offended on her behalf. “And your first thought was to come here?”

Y/N took another sip of the soda. “Well, yeah. You idiots always have food.”

“That’s weirdly touching,” Dean admitted.

“It’s not meant to be.”

Garrett pointed at her from the kitchen. “You’re not sleeping here.”

Y/N blinked at him. “I literally wasn’t asking permission.”

“You should,” he replied.

“Fine,” Y/N said dramatically. “I’ll just sleep in some motel then.”

Garrett looked horrified. “Absolutely not,” he practically shouted.

She smirked immediately, seeing he’d fallen for her teasing.

“You are not staying alone in some random motel.”

Y/N threw her hands up. “You seriously need to stop acting like I require constant supervision.”

Garrett stared at her blankly. “Y/N…”

“What?” she asked knowingly.

“Two days ago you got suspended from practice for fighting another girl.”

Y/N scoffed immediately. “She deserved it.”

“Wait, what?” Dean perked up instantly.

Y/N scoffed again. “Some girl at practice kept acting like I stole her routine or something.”

“You did steal her routine,” Garrett muttered.

“She wasn’t performing it correctly,” she said, offended.

“And you threw a skate guard at her.”

Her jaw dropped dramatically. “It barely hit her.”

Logan barked out a laugh. Tucker and Dean joined immediately.

Y/N pointed at them. “Thank you.”

Garrett looked exhausted. “I hate all of you.”

“That’s not true,” Y/N said sweetly. “You love me.”

“I tolerate you because we share DNA.”

“Aww.”

She leaned back deeper into the couch cushions, entirely too comfortable for someone who technically didn’t live there. Not that anyone was surprised.

At some point over the years, Y/N had stopped being Garrett’s little sister visiting campus and started becoming part of the house itself.

Logan sat on the end of the couch and looked at her.

She looked exhausted.

There was still faint glitter near her eyes from practice, her hair messy from being shoved into a rushed ponytail, oversized hoodie sleeves covering half her hands.

Cute.

The thought came and went so fast Logan barely registered it.

Garrett’s sister.

Mouthy figure skater. Professional thief of their food. Human headache.

Nothing more.

“Hey,” Y/N suddenly said, tossing a pretzel at his chest. “Why are you staring at me like that?”

Logan caught it automatically. “I’m trying to figure out how Garrett and you came from the same genetic pool.”

“Easy,” she replied. “I got the personality. He got the anger issues.”

Garrett flipped her off from across the room.

“See? I’m right.”

Y/N smiled proudly.

“Anyways,” she said, taking another sip, “you boys don’t mind me. Just finish your party. I can sleep on the couch.”

She sounded completely unconcerned about it already, like the decision had been made hours ago and everyone else was just catching up.

Before Garrett could argue again, she shifted deeper into the cushions, grabbing one of the throw pillows and shoving it under her head.

Logan snorted softly.

“She’s nesting,” Tucker said.

“I do not nest,” Y/N mumbled, eyes already half-closed.

“That’s my pillow, by the way,” Dean pointed out.

“Communism.”

“I’m pretty sure that’s not how communism works,” he replied.

Garrett crossed his arms. “You’re not sleeping down here while the house is still filled with people.”

Y/N cracked one eye open to stare at him. “Garrett. I grew up with you. Trust me when I say none of your friends scare me.”

“That’s because you have terrible survival instincts.”

She smiled lazily. “Maybe. But I’m tired enough not to care.”

And honestly, she looked exhausted.

The dark circles under her eyes were faint but there, her voice rough with sleepiness after what was probably hours at the rink.

Figure skating looked elegant until you actually watched the training. Then it just looked painful.

Logan had seen enough practices to know that much.

Y/N shifted again until her sock-covered feet ended up in his lap without warning.

He looked down at them. Then at her.

“…seriously?” he asked, annoyed.

“You’re warm,” she said simply, not even bothering to move.

Garrett rubbed a hand down his face like this entire room was raising his blood pressure by the second.

Within minutes, her breathing evened out.

Asleep.

Even with the music and chatting around her.

Dean noticed first. “Wow. She’s actually dead.”

Garrett immediately grabbed the nearest blanket and tossed it over her without a second thought.

Something in Logan’s chest tightened strangely at the sight.

Not because Garrett was protective, that part was expected. But because Y/N relaxed almost instantly after the blanket covered her. Like she trusted, without even thinking about it, that her brother would always take care of her.

Garrett glanced toward Logan then. “Don’t let anyone wake her up.”

Logan frowned. “And why am I responsible for that?”

“Because I know you won’t anyway,” Garrett said, clapping Logan’s shoulder once before heading off to probably end the party.

It wasn’t even said like a warning.

That was the worst part.

It sounded like trust.

Dean followed right behind him, still muttering something about his stolen pillow, while Tucker dragged himself upstairs looking half-conscious.

And then suddenly, the living room was quiet.

And Y/N was asleep beside him.

Or technically… on him.

Logan looked down carefully. Her feet were still in his lap, tangled under the blanket Garrett had thrown over her earlier. One of her hands was tucked under her cheek, hair falling across her face messily.

She looked peaceful asleep.

Softer.

Not like the sharp-mouthed girl constantly arguing with everybody in the house.

Just tired.

Logan shifted slightly, testing to see if he could leave.

Y/N immediately made a small sound of protest and moved closer unconsciously, pressing her legs more firmly against him like she was searching for warmth in her sleep.

Logan froze.

Completely froze.

“…seriously?” he muttered under his breath, throwing his head back.

Because now if he moved, she’d wake up.

And somehow that felt illegal considering how exhausted she looked.

He leaned his head back against the couch, staring up at the ceiling with the exhausted resignation of a man realizing the universe hated him personally.

This was ridiculous.

The same girl who once laughed at him for walking into a glass door.

The same girl who stole his fries every single time she came over.

The same girl who called him “Johnny Boy” specifically because she knew it annoyed him.

There was absolutely no reason for him to suddenly be hyper aware of the weight of her legs across his lap. Or the heaviness of her breathing. Or the hair falling across her face.

And yet—

His eyes dropped back to her face.

A strand of hair had fallen over her cheek. Without thinking, Logan reached over slightly to move it away.

The second his fingers brushed her skin, Y/N frowned softly in her sleep before relaxing again almost immediately.

Trusting. Comfortable.

Like she never once considered he could be anything except safe.

Something twisted strangely in his chest.

Logan pulled his hand back fast.

“Yeah,” he muttered quietly to himself, staring back at the ceiling again. “This is exactly how people die.”

Jungkook soon grasps that this was only a one time thing - that after tonight, you and he would have to go back to what you both know. You would be someone he cared about deeply, but still his best friend's sister and completely off limits.

With that in mind, Jungkook allows himself to be consumed by you. His eyes adore the way your breast bounces in his face when you ride him, his mouth immediately wrapping around your perky nipples and he never wanted to stop. 

The fucking soon went towards the kitchen when you and Jungkook took a break to get some snacks, yet for some reason it ended up with you on the kitchen island. His tongue licks through your fold hungrily, nails digging into the skin of your thigh to keep you right in place - though you weren’t running from him. His head bobs back and forth in rhythmic motion while his free hand grips your breast. Your moans bounces off of the walls of his kitchen, only further encouraging him to suckle against your clit.

Your hands grip at Jungkook’s hair, hips buckling against his tongue and he allows it, wanting you to feel the utmost pleasure he could give.

You cumming against his tongue, thighs quivering and toes curling, doesn’t end there. No, somehow you still fall to your knees and take his cock in your mouth. Those eyes stare up at him as you suck him in, tongue swirling around his tip like a lollipop. It was so sinful coming from you - even after he fucked you so many times in such a short amount of hours. Those same innocent eyes that would stare at him when he visited your brother now held a deeper meaning. “Did you know I liked you?” rings through his head as your hand wraps around his shaft and you begin to pump while you suck.

Doing this is still surreal to you, you think. For as long as you’ve wanted Jungkook, being here in his home was like a dream you’ve never known you wanted until it happened.

“You’re…really good at this.” Jungkook’s cheeks are warm and red when his voice cracks a bit - that, and you’re still looking up at him with those eyes. 

Placing a hand onto your face, Jungkook’s thumb runs along your cheek, your mouth taking him deeper and deeper. He’s moaning softly, watching the way his cock disappears and reappears inside your warm, wet mouth. You’re very beautiful, he thinks, and nothing you do would change his perspective of you. Sure, it would be harder to look his friend in the face after fucking his sister in so many ways, but he tells himself that this was a one time thing. That he and you would get this out of your systems and go back to normal; whatever normal was.

Jungkook doesn’t want to cum in your mouth and further degrade you, but you refuse to let him leave. You’re suckling with little air, eyes tearing but still, you want him to.

Jungkook and you sit quietly at his breakfast table, both naked and sweaty. The shower you and he took hours ago seemed to be a complete waste of time. You and he are eating - nothing special, just something he’s managed to whip up to replenish the the energy you and he fucked out of one another.

Jungkook glances up at you as you eat, silently slurping the noodles into your mouth. His mind wanders to how in the world he was going to stop thinking about you in this light. This couldn’t happen again, no matter if you and he wanted it.

Jungkook already feels the disappointment sink in. The sun is coming up as it’s early morning and eventually you’d have to leave. He’d drive you home, of course, as he wasn’t going to let you do the walk of shame. Still, a part of him feels as though maybe he’s took advantage of your vulnerable position.

Jungkook tries to piece together the puzzle pieces. “Did you know that I liked you?” keeps ringing into his head and his memories are attempting to piece together any clues that he missed out on besides the ones he caught onto earlier.

“There you go again.”

Your voice startles Jungkook out of his thoughts.

“You’re thinking far too much into things again.” you murmur, eyes glancing up at him.

“I feel like an asshole.” Jungkook responds. 

You exhale softly. Of course the regret was going to settle in. It was hard to not look at you and not see his best friend. “Jay-”

“It’s not just about Jay.” Jungkook shakes his head. “I…how drunk were you?”

You furrow your brows. “Not that drunk.” you giggle, a bit uncertain. “I didn’t come onto you because I was drunk, Jungkook. Maybe it gave me a little courage but-”

“I took advantage of you, didn’t I?” Jungkook was jumping into a deeper hole the longer his mind kept thinking about everything.

“What?” you hiss. “Jungkook, can you be real with yourself?” You shift in the chair. 

“I did, Y/N.” Jungkook’s eyes are hard and full of disdain. “I…I hadn’t realized that maybe your feelings for me drove you to do what we did.”

Your own body is warm as Jungkook speaks.

“I should’ve stopped it after you told me last night. It shouldn’t have gone further.”

“Is this your way of rejecting me easily?”

Your tone doesn’t have any emotion in it, but your face does sadden a bit. Jungkook immediately feels a jolt in his heart but he’s unsure how to respond.

“I’m not a little girl who’s oblivious to things, Kook.” you press further. “Can I ask you a question?”

Jungkook nods. “Of course.”

“Is Jay the only reason?”

Jungkook blinks.

“Is he the only reason why you and I…can’t be anything more?” you tilt your head, those eyes staring at him so intently that he was becoming small himself. “Or is that you don’t see me as nothing more?”

Jungkook is taken aback, but he’s never thought about it until now. You were always off limits that anything concerning you that wasn’t platonic never lingered in his mind longer than a few minutes. 

“I care for you.” Jungkook murmurs.

You roll your eyes. “Like a sister?” you ask, scoffing bitterly. 

“No!” Jungkook interjects. “I told you I haven’t seen you like that in years, Y/N. It’s complicated.” he feels like ripping his hair out, but he only has himself to blame for putting you in this position. He should’ve fought harder with his own emotions and attractions. “I…want you to not settle for someone like me. You deserve someone that loves you. Not someone who goes behind his friends back with his sister.”

“Can you stop mentioning him? Fuck Jay.” you hiss. For years, it’s always been Jay. Jay said this, Jay did that, Jay doesn’t want you doing this. You were tired of hearing about your brother and his constant interjection of your life. “I want you to give me a reason why you and I can’t be together. Without you mentioning him.”

Jungkook swallows. The kitchen is quiet. You and him were in a staring battle, though his soft eyes don’t mimic your hard ones.

“There isn't one, right?” you ask, tilting your head.

There wasn’t, and that lingers on Jungkook’s mind for far too long. He enjoys the company you give. You were a kind and smart person, and you had the same amount of fire in you that he finds intriguing. You know him just as much as he knows you, years of friendship that lead to this very moment.

Jungkook doesn’t realize you have gotten up until you’re directly in front of him.

“You want me more than you think, Kookie.” you murmur, seating yourself onto the table, pushing his plate of food aside. “Why do you keep fighting it?”

Your foot places itself against his thigh, your eyebrow arching. 

Jungkook gulps, chest filling with air. You were doing it again - playing with him until he gave you what you wanted. He bites his lips when your foot inches closer to him, and he’s ashamed to find that his cock is already hardening like a horny teenager who’s experiencing sex for the first time.

“You’re not going to stop, are you?” Jungkook sighs, yet he makes no action in pushing himself away from you. 

“Why don’t you stop me?” your lips are forming a small, seductive smile that’s full of mischief. “Prove that you don’t want me, Kookie.”

“I do want you.” Jungkook answers. 

“Then what’s stopping you from having me?” you shrug your shoulders. “Jay can’t hate the both of us forever.”

Your legs are opening for him just in time for Jungkook to catch sight of your pussy. You’d think that after hours of fucking, that he wouldn’t be interested in continuing. However, he was a simple creature and he was absolutely interested.

“How do you know I’m the right man for you?” Jungkook places his hands onto your thighs. They’re soft, causing his palms to tingle and his arms to erupt with goosebumps.

“How do you know you’re not?” you retort. 

Touche, Jungkook thinks. He squeezes your thighs, hands inching closer and closer to your pussy.

“I…I should’ve asked for a date first.” Jungkook leans closer to you, as do you. “Instead of fucking you all night.”

You can’t help the giggle that comes from your lips. Jungkook kisses up your chest, to your neck and then your jaw.  

“You still have time.” you murmur, leaning your head to the side so that Jungkook has more access to your neck. “But for now…you can just fuck me again.”

Jungkook chuckles, but he complies. 

Jungkook pushes himself up from his seat, chair scraping against the floor. His cock is already hard and throbbing just as your pussy is wet and clenching. 

Jungkook grasps his cock and centers himself at your hole, his lips immediately connecting with yours as he pushes himself inside. Your hands lay at the low of his back as he begins to enter you slowly, your lips dancing with his.

Jungkook doesn’t get tired of feeling your walls around him and he’s positive he probably never would. Years of attraction building up had led to the insatiable feeling the two of you were going through and it wasn’t going to stop until you were out of his sight.

Jungkook disconnects from your lips to inhale, his speed increasing. The table beneath you squeaks and scrapes against the floor, but neither of you care about the added noise. 

“Your pussy feels better after each time.” Jungkook grunts, eyes glancing down to where his cock is pounding into you. You’re already creaming around him, a sight that he could never get tired of.

Your nails dig into his skin, encouraging him to fuck you harder. Deeper; however. Your own breathing increases and your eyes snap shut, grunts and moans coming from your throat.

“You’re so beautiful, Y/N.” Jungkook continues to speak. “I wish you could milk my cock all the time.”

“Who s-says I can’t?” you stutter a response. “You could fuck me every night…you’re just scared to.”

Your walls squeeze around Jungkook’s cock as he begins to pound deeper inside of you. Maybe your teasing was encouraging him.

“You could’ve been fucking me this whole time if you weren’t acting like a scared little boy.”

Jungkook removes himself from you and proceeds to roughly turn your body around. He enters you again and immediately continues his brutal pace. The new position allows a deeper entrance that you feel in your stomach.

“I’m not scared.” Jungkook says against your neck, his tongue licking your skin. “Maybe I had respect for you.”

Jungkook’s right hand moves between your legs, touching your wet clit. His fingers work harshly against it, circling the throbbing bud as he fucks you. 

“But you’re such a slut that you want me to treat you like one.” Jungkook’s teeth sink into your neck possessively, his fingers working your clit. Skin slapping echoes throughout the room, evidence of just how good he was fucking you.

“I could be a slut with someone else who isn’t scared of my brother.” you taunt further. You find this Jungkook to be hot.

The hand that once holds your waist comes up to clench your neck. He presses you against his chest, hips rutting inside of you. His wet hand slaps your clit and you yelp at the sudden impact, pussy squeezing his ramming cock.

“I thought you said I still had time, baby?” Jungkook’s voice dropped a few tones and it was driving you crazy. “I can’t just tell him I fucked you all night, right? How you were begging for more and more like the little whore you are.”

Your thighs are shaking, and Jungkook knows you are being overstimulated. He doesn’t stop his aggressive pace, or his assault on your clit.

“Is that what you want? You want me to tell him how I came in you each and every time?” Jungkook’s teeth sink into your neck again, no longer caring if he’s left marks behind or not. The thought of you going to someone else and being this way was something he now knew he didn’t want.

“Fuck, Kook,” your hand grasps his wrist to try to stop him - or slow him down - but Jungkook doesn’t let up.

“No, I’ll have to spare the details, right?” Jungkook’s cock springs in and out of you so good that your eyes are rolling. “And I’ll have to pretend I asked you out wholesomely. It’ll be our little secret, right?”

Wrong. 

Just as you’re cumming all over him, juices covering your thighs, Jungkook isn’t far behind. His cum mixes with your own and it shoots so deep into you that you’re both squirming with pleasure.

A knock sounds on the door and both you and Jungkook are alert. He’s still inside of you when it sounds again, this time louder. 

“Who could that be?” you whisper.

“Kook?”

You stiffen, and Jungkook pales.  His heart pounds outside his chest and you can feel it right against your back.

“Go in the room, Y/N.” Jungkook untangles himself from you. “Now.”

You’re left wide eyed and slightly trembling. 

Jungkook pushes you lightly. “He has a key, Y/N. He only knocks before he uses it.” he hisses in a low tone.

Jungkook slams the door to his bedroom shut before locking it. His heart is pounding far too loud for him to process anything.

“Stay here.” Jungkook says, pulling up his sweats and tying it around his waist. Down the hall, he can hear Jay using the spare key he’s given him. “And don’t make a sound or move.”

You’re terrified yourself and nod your head. You tuck yourself beneath Jungkook’s covers, something you’d do when you were a child and afraid of what the darkness brought. This time, the darkness being Jay.

Jungkook opens his bedroom door just as the front door opens. He closes his door and makes his way down the hall. “Jay?” Jungkook calls, his footsteps growing closer to the front door.

“Kook.” Jay says, eyes glancing at his friend. 

“Everything okay?” Jungkook tries not to look as terrified as he was. Jay didn’t scare him per se. However, his reaction to finding out what has happened with you here wasn’t going to be less than ugly.

“Yeah.” Jay nods. “Um, have you seen Y/N?”

Jungkook’s hand squeezes and he furrows his brows. “Seen Y/N?” He shakes his head softly. “Why-”

“She didn’t come home last night.” Jay continues. “And…I knew that but.” Jay lets out a low sigh. “I…I tried calling her and she didn’t answer. And…I went to one of her friends' houses.”

Jungkook attempts to hide his feelings. He drove you and your friends last night. They obvious know who he was and-

“And they said you drove them home.” Jay says. “And that Y/N stayed with them.”

Jungkook releases a breath. Your friends had covered for you - in a way.

“Yeah. I did.” Jungkook nods. “Um…I should’ve told you, man-”

“I know she went to a club.” Jay scoffs. “She forgets I follow a few of her friends.” Jay doesn’t say that it’s for the sole reason to keep up with you. “She wasn’t there when I got to her friends. She isn’t home and…” Jay glances at Jungkook’s hands. “...did she say anything to you before you dropped her off?”

Jungkook shakes his head. He felt horrible for putting Jay in this position. He doesn’t deserve to be lied to. He was a caring older brother who wanted what was best for you. Jungkook was a man of his word. He had every intention of doing the right thing - of asking Jay if it was alright for you and him to date. It would be easier than him finding out that he went behind his back and fucked you the entire night.

“Damn.” Jay sighs, glancing back up from Jungkook’s hands to his face. “You still do that,” he states.

“What do you mean?”

Jay shrugs his shoulders, taking a few steps closer. Jay is a few feet away. 

“Y/N…she doesn’t realize that everything I do is to protect her.” Jay doesn’t bother answering Jungkook’s question. “She just thinks I’m the asshole older brother who keeps her from doing anything.”

“She’ll come around.” Jungkook quips. “Just…you should just talk to her.”

“I should.” Jay scoffs with a nod of his head. “When we were kids, Kook…” Jay begins, glancing around the apartment. “...you always did this thing, you know? When you were lying, you’d squeeze your hands together.”

The room is quiet and neither of the two speak. There’s realization in Jay’s eyes, one that causes Jungkook’s heart to jolt again.

“You haven’t stopped squeezing your hands since I got here.” Jay continues. “And…I wouldn’t know why if I didn’t know that my sister was here with you.” Jay takes another step closer, as Jungkook remains frozen. “And she’s been here with you the entire night. Her phone location told me.”

You’re dressed and contemplate running down the hall when you hear a loud crash. Your nerves are pounding through you as you listen to everything Jay was saying.

How in the world did he get your location? You never gave it to him.

Anger now seeps through you and you open the door to his bedroom just as you hear a loud crash from just down the hall.

“How long have you been fucking my sister, Kook?” Jay’s voice booms off the walls. You make your way towards them, eyes widening as Jungkook is on the ground, holding a bloodied nose.

“Are you fucking insane?!” you screech, making your presence known.

“Am I insane?” Jay scoffs. “Get in the car.”

“Fuck you.” you hiss, feet making their way towards Jungkook.

“You had enough of that, haven’t you?” Jay barks back. “You’ve lied and said you didn’t know where my sister was but somehow she magically appears.” he scoffs.

“Jay,” Jungkook begins. He wasn’t going to fight his friend and he’d gladly take the bloody nose.

“I’m not fucking Jungkook!” you screech, a lie, of course. But Jay looks ready to land another fist on Jungkook and you weren’t going to sit by and watch that. “I got drunk last night and called Jungkook because I knew you would act insane!”

Jay glances at you, then down to Jungkook.

“I begged Jungkook to let me stay here tonight so I can sober up.” you continue. 

“Why couldn’t you stay with your friends?” Jay asks, skeptical.

“And deal with their boyfriend drama?” you scoff. “I slept in the bed, Jungkook slept on the couch.”

You were a better liar that even Jungkook was beginning to believe. Was lying a good idea, however? It would make Jay even more suspicious of the two of you if you and he suddenly ended up being a couple.

“I knew calling you meant that I had to deal with your judgment.” your voice drops. “And I put Jungkook in the middle of it…”

You want to hold Jungkook, but you can’t. If Jay was going to calm down it meant that he had to believe this lie.

“Why the fuck do you have my location? How do you even have it?” you hiss, glaring. “You’re such a fucking nuisance-”

“It’s for your own protection!” Jay hisses back. “You lied about everything last night what the fuck am I suppose to think?”

“I’m not a little kid, Jay. I should call the police.” you cross your arms. “That has to be illegal.”

“Fuck you, Y/N, seriously.” Jay waves you off. “You…you know why I jumped to conclusions regarding you and him.”

Jungkook doesn’t bother speaking. It was better if he just sat here and allowed you two to bicker back and forth.

“Kook.”

Your eyes glance down towards the bloodied-nose man and your heart jumps. Damn Jay for being such a creep. You were going to get a whole new phone entirely.

“I’m-”

“I’m sorry.” Jungkook shakes his head instead. You swallow, widening your eyes. “I…should’ve called you and told you that Y/N was here.”

“I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions.” Jay murmurs. He lets out a sigh, feet making their way towards Jungkook and gives him a hand up from the ground. “It’s-”

“I get it, man.” Jungkook chuckles. “No harm done.”

From behind Jay, Jungkook’s eyes lock with yours.

“We should get going, right?” you say to Jay, your eyes never leaving Jungkook’s. “You made enough of a mess.”

Jay groans. You were absolutely right. 

“I’m going to go get my things. Go wait in the car.” you grumble, walking past him. “You’re buying me breakfast because of your insane fuck up.”

With a few more apologies, Jay does walk out and into his car while Jungkook grabs a towel from the kitchen to wipe his nose.

“Kook,” you say a few moments later. You couldn’t dwell for long or Jay would grow suspicious again. “I’m so sorry-”

“Please stop apologizing.” Jungkook says, tone a bit muffled with the towel.

Your brows knit and you moan lowly. Your feet make their way towards him and you grab his hand. 

“Does this…change anything?” you ask, a look in your eyes that shows just how you were feeling.

Jungkook sniffles, lowering the blooded towel. His lips twitch upwards and he leans closer to you. “Not at all.” he murmurs, placing a kiss onto your lips. 

It just meant that courting you was going to be a lot harder than he expected.

final part

you’re leaning against the hallway wall outside the kitchen, sipping your drink and trying to make yourself look busy when a group of freshmen walk past and double back immediately. 

they look like they just walked out of an H&M sale and bathed in cheap cologne. one of them – tall, cocky, thinks he’s charming – leans a hand on the wall near your head. 

“haven’t seen you around before,” he says. “you new?” 

you glance at him with the flattest expression you can muster. “junior.” 

“no way,” the second one laughs, looking you up and down. “you don’t look like a junior.” 

you deadpan. “thanks, i guess.” 

“we’re new here,” the first guy says, flashing a smile that’s definitely gotten him out of a few parking tickets. “trying to meet people. what’s your name?” 

you open your mouth to give a polite-but-firm brush off, until a familiar arm snakes around your waist. 

kaiser’s grip is strong. tighter than usual. 

“she’s not interested,” he says coolly, his chin brushing your temple as he leans in close. “move along.” 

the first freshman laughs, not backing off even a little. “bro, relax. we’re just talking.” 

“yeah,” the second one chimes in, smirking. “didn’t realize we needed clearance to have a conversation.” 

you roll your eyes and try to step out of kaiser’s hold, not because you’re on the freshmen’s side, but because this – his whole clingy, overbearing energy – is starting to wear thin. 

“michael,” you mutter under your breath, nudging him with your elbow, “it’s not a big deal. seriously.” 

he doesn’t move. doesn’t even flinch. just looks the guys dead in the eye and goes, “it becomes a big deal when people don’t take a fucking hint.” 

and that’s when freshman number one decides to press his luck. 

“okay, but... you’re not even dating her, right?” he gestures between you two with a smug little tilt of his head. “so technically, she’s single.” 

the silence that follows is dangerous. 

kaiser’s arm drops from your waist, and for a second you think he’s actually going to let it go. but then he steps forward, chest to chest with the guy, and suddenly the air gets colder. 

“what did you just say?” kaiser says, voice low and sharp. 

you grab his arm. “michael. don’t.” 

the freshman shrugs, trying to look casual but clearly rattled by the shift in energy. “i’m just saying. if you’re not her boyfriend, then –” 

“then you should shut your fucking mouth,” kaiser snaps. 

his whole posture shifts. he’s no longer the smug, charming frat president who knows he looks good in every photo. now he’s just furious, protective in a way that has nothing to do with titles and everything to do with you. 

“you think you’re smart?” he continues, stepping in closer. “trying to loop-hole your way into hitting on her? you think that makes you clever?” 

the freshman stammers, looking to his friend for backup, but the guy’s already backing away. 

kaiser doesn’t let it go. “you think just because i haven’t put a label on her, you get a shot? you think you get to decide what she is or isn’t to me?” 

“michael,” you say again, more firmly now. “stop.” 

his chest is rising and falling a little faster. his jaw is clenched so tight it could crack. finally, he steps back, running a hand through his hair like he’s trying to calm himself down. 

the freshmen scatter without another word. 

you sigh, glaring at him. “what the hell was that?” 

he meets your eyes, still tense. “i told you. i don’t like people thinking they can touch you.” 

“you don’t own me,” you snap, the words sharper than you meant them to be. “we’re not even together.” 

kaiser blinks at you like the idea is foreign. like he genuinely forgot that you're not officially his. “yeah. and?” 

you stare at him. “and you don’t get to act like this. you don’t get to flip out just because someone hit on me. if you want that kind of say in my life, then you need to –” 

“then maybe we should be together,” he says. 

your breath catches in your throat. “what?” 

he shrugs like it’s not a big deal, but his voice is hoarse and low. “i don’t want to do this halfway anymore.” 

you open your mouth. close it. your heart is thudding too fast for you to come up with anything clever. 

“you don’t have to say anything now,” kaiser murmurs, stepping closer again, more gentle this time, like the storm has passed. “but if some idiot ever says you’re ‘technically single’ again, i want it to be a lie.” 

and just like that, you forget how to breathe. 

“Unfortunately,” she sighed. “Education is ruining my life.”

Logan smirked slightly and leaned against the doorframe. “Thought figure skaters were supposed to be disciplined.”

“We are. That’s why I’m suffering academically instead of just quitting.”

He walked into the room without asking, grabbing something from Garrett’s dresser.

Y/N narrowed her eyes immediately.

“You just casually walk into my brother’s room and take his stuff?” she asked in a teasing tone, sitting up and crossing her arms.

“We literally live together.”

“Still…”

Logan snorted softly.

Y/N watched him for a second. Then forced her attention back to her textbooks.

The thing about Logan was that he was objectively annoying. Everybody knew it. He flirted too much, smiled too easily, invented the most ridiculous acronyms known to mankind, and carried himself with the effortless confidence of someone who had never once been embarrassed a day in his life. Except Y/N didn’t fully buy it.

Because underneath all the jokes and lazy grins and shameless flirting, there was always something else there. Something quieter. Harder to catch. Logan was good at performing version of himself people expected.

Funny. Charming. Easygoing. The guy who could walk into a room and make everybody laugh within five minutes. And he did it so naturally most people never looked past it.

But Y/N did.

She noticed the way his smile sometimes lingered a second too long, like he was making sure it still looked convincing. The way he always deflected whenever conversations got too personal. The way he could spend years surrounded by people and somehow still keep the important parts of himself completely hidden.

It was strange, honestly. Her brother had lived with Logan for years. The team practically treated him like family. And yet Y/N was almost sure none of them truly knew what went on underneath all that confidence and charisma and stupidly pretty hair.

Logan made people feel like they knew him without ever actually letting them get close enough to. A talented liar. Or maybe just a talented actor. Either way, she saw through him more than he probably realized.

Which, unfortunately, only made him more interesting. He was also handsome and charismatic. Which made tolerating him easier than it should’ve been.

“You’re staring again,” Logan said casually.

Y/N blinked. “Excuse me?”

“You get this little judgmental wrinkle between your eyebrows.” He pointed lazily toward her face. “Means you’re thinking mean things.”

“I’m always thinking mean things,” she joked.

He chuckled and nodded in agreement. “Yeah, but these seemed personal.”

She gasped quietly. “You think I’d bully you?” she said sarcastcally.

“I think you always bully me,” he replied immediately. “And I think you actually enjoy it.”

“That’s because you make it so easy.” she winked and turned her attetion back to her textbooks.

Logan laughed under his breath while opening Garrett’s mini fridge. Y/N watched him steal one of Garrett’s protein drinks without hesitation.

“Wow,” she said. “Imagine if he knew you were touching his stuff.”

“He’d survive.”

Logan twisted the cap open before glancing toward the textbooks around her. “What class?”

“Sports psych,” she groaned in frustration.

“That bad?” he chuckled.

“And I’d rather let somebody hit me with a car.”

“Dramatic"

“You should see chapter six.”

Logan chuckled and moved closer then, dropping into Garrett’s desk chair backwards so his arms rested across the top of it. Too comfortable. All the boys were always comfortable around her, honestly. “You need help?” he asked.

Y/N stared at him. Then slowly closed her textbook. “…John Logan,” she said carefully, “offering tutoring?”

He looked offended. “I’m not stupid, you know.”

“I never said stupid. I implied academically challenged.”

He rolled his eyes, but there was amusement there. “Mean,” he said. "I actually got straight A’s in that class, just so you know.”

She chuckled as he moved closer to get a look at her other notes.

And for a few minutes, the room settled into something easy. Discussing sports psychology theory together.

Comfortable.

Y/N sitting on Garrett’s bed in oversized hoodie with leggings and messy practice hair. Logan half-turned toward her in the desk chair.

Afternoon light spilling through the windows.

It felt weirdly domestic. Neither of them noticed it. Or maybe they did. Which was probably worse.

Then the bedroom door suddenly swung open. Garrett stopped dead.

His eyes moved from Y/N on his bed.

To Logan in his chair.

Back to Y/N.

Silence.

“Why,” Garrett asked slowly, “does this look illegal?”

“Hey, Gare,” Y/N said brightly the second Garrett walked in.

Before he could even react, she jumped off the bed and practically launched herself at him.

Garrett caught her automatically with a grunt as she wrapped herself around him easily, arms around his shoulders while he steadied her by the waist out of pure instinct.

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered. “why would you launch yourself at people?”

“That’s because I’m graceful and delicate skater.”

“You kicked someone with a skate last month.”

“Again… she deserved it,” Y/N said, annoyed.

Logan snorted from the chair.

Y/N ignored him completely. She pulled away from the hug and stepped back, turning around to look at Logan.

“Johnny here is helping me with Sports Psych.”

The room went silent. Logan visibly choked on the protein drink. Garrett looked horrified. Y/N smiled wider.

Because there were very few things funnier in this world than calling John Logan ‘Johnny.’

Especially knowing he hated it.

“Absolutely not,” Logan said immediately.

“Oh, relax, Johnny,” she teased.

“Don’t call me that.”

“Why? It’s cute.”

Garrett looked between the two of them suspiciously. “Why’re you even in my room?”

“You told me to wait here.”

“Well… not him.” Garrett pointed at his friend.

“I live here,” Logan pointed out.

It was unconscious, the way Garrett’s hand immediately touched the back of her head briefly as she stepped away.

Protective. Automatic. Years old.

Logan noticed it before he could stop himself. And maybe that should’ve been enough to keep his brain functioning normally. Because Garrett didn’t just act like an older brother around Y/N. He acted like someone who’d spent half his life making sure nothing bad ever touched her.

Which meant Logan should definitely stop noticing stupid things.

Like the way Y/N’s eyes crinkled when she smiled.

Or how her hair was falling out of its ponytail after practice.

Or the fact that she kept stealing Garrett’s hoodie sleeves to hide her hands inside them.

Dangerous territory.

“Wait,” Garrett said suddenly, narrowing his eyes. “Why’s Logan helping you study?”

Y/N answered immediately. “Because unlike you, he actually passed the class.”

Logan looked smug for approximately two seconds before Garrett said:

“I didn’t take Sports Psych,” he explained before looking at Logan. “You failed Intro to Biology twice.”

“Okay, first of all,” Logan pointed defensively, “that class was trying to ruin my life. And second… this isn’t Biology.”

Y/N burst out laughing. Actually laughing.

Head tipped back slightly, shoulders shaking, completely unfiltered amusement.

And Logan—

Logan stared for half a second too long. Because that laugh was unfair.

Logan immediately looked away.

“…anyway,” Y/N said, still grinning as she climbed back onto the bed, “one of you is buying me food because studying is making me emotionally fragile.”

“You’re emotionally fragile all the time,” Garrett replied.

“But now I’m hungry too.”

Garrett rolled his eyes like he wasn’t about to do exactly that.

“Yeah, yeah,” he muttered, already pulling his phone out. “What do you want?”

Y/N looked up from her notes innocently. “Love and financial stability.”

“You’re getting pizza.”

“Close enough.”

Garrett ignored her and started typing into his phone while Y/N reorganized her textbooks across the bed, stuffing loose papers back into folders with the exhausted movements of somebody one inconvenience away from academic collapse.

A second later Garrett shoved his phone back into his pocket.

“I ordered for all of us,” he announced. “Even your weird broccoli one.”

Y/N gasped softly. “See? This is why you’re my favorite brother.”

“I’m your only brother.” and She winked at him.

Across the room, Logan slowly locked his own phone and slid it back into his sweatpants pocket.

Quietly. Slowly.

Because thirty seconds earlier, he had been halfway through ordering the exact same thing.

Broccoli, extra cheese, no olives. Her stupidly specific favorite pizza.

He hadn’t even thought about it. That was the problem. It had been automatic.

Y/N kept talking, completely oblivious. “Dean cried last time I made him try it.”

“That’s because broccoli doesn’t belong on pizza,” Garrett argued.

“It literally does.”

“It literally doesn’t.”

Logan barely heard them. Because suddenly his brain was stuck on one deeply unfortunate realization:

He knew Y/N’s order. Not just vaguely. Exactly.

He knew she hated olives. Knew she liked extra cheese. Knew she drank coffee like sleep was optional. Knew she preferred green apple Gatorade after skating practice because “the blue one tastes like chemicals.”

None of that information should exist in his head. At least not in the amount of detail it apparently did.

Logan leaned back in Garrett’s desk chair slowly, watching Y/N argue dramatically with her brother about pizza toppings while absentmindedly braiding and rebraiding the end of her ponytail.

And for one very brief, very dangerous second, it hit him. Not hard. Not enough to fully understand it yet. Just enough to feel something shift slightly underneath his ribs.

Y/N looked toward him suddenly. “Johnny, back me up.”

Logan looked up confused, met Garrett and Y/N already staring at him, and answered automatically. “Yeah… broccoli pizza’s good.”

Garrett looked betrayed. Y/N looked victorious.

“See? Johnny gets it,” Y/N said smugly, shoving the last notebook into her bag.

Logan groaned immediately. “Stop calling me that.”

She only grinned wider as she swung the bag over her shoulder and hopped off the bed.

“At least someone in this house has taste,” she continued dramatically, looking directly at Garrett. “Which is impressive considering testosterone levels around here.”

Garrett looked unimpressed. “I’ve been here for only ten minutes and you’re already annoying me.”

“And yet you’d miss me if I died.”

“I’d appreciate the silence.”

Y/N gasped quietly like he’d wounded her deeply, then walked over and kissed his cheek quickly anyway. Then Y/N turned toward the doorway, already pulling the hoodie sleeves over her hands again.

“I’m gonna shower before the pizza gets here,” she said casually. “Don’t eat my slices or I’ll report all of you to the NCAA.”

“Nobody wants your vegetable pizza,” Garrett called after her.

“Liar.”

She pointed accusingly toward Logan as she backed into the hallway.

“Johnny likes it.”

“Stop calling me Johnny!” he shouted back.

Y/N laughed, bright and effortless, as she disappeared down the hall toward the bathroom like she belonged there just as much as the boys did.

The room fell quiet the second she left.

Garrett moved toward his dresser without much thought, tossing his practice shirt onto the floor.

Logan stayed where he was in the desk chair. Still oddly aware of Y/N’s laugh echoing faintly from down the hallway. Dangerous. Very dangerous.

Garrett suddenly looked over at him.

“…what?”

Logan blinked. “What what?”

“You’re being weird.”

“I’m literally just sitting here.”

“Yeah, weirdly.”

Logan scoffed. “You are weird.”

Garrett narrowed his eyes slightly like he was trying to solve a puzzle. Then—

“Don’t flirt with my sister.”

The sentence came completely out of nowhere. Logan stared at him.

“Jesus Christ,” he laughed incredulously. “Where did that even come from?”

Garrett shrugged once, but there was something watchful underneath it.

“You flirt with everybody.”

“Yeah, because it’s fun.”

“It won’t be fun with her.”

Something about the way he said it made the room feel heavier suddenly.

Not aggressive. Not threatening. Just honest. Protective in a way Garrett never tried to hide.

Logan leaned back slower this time, forcing himself to roll his eyes casually.

“Oh, come on, G,” he said in an exaggeratedly seductive tone. “You know you’re the only Graham I have eyes for.”

He winked at Garrett, who immediately threw a pillow at his head.

“Shut the fuck up.”

Logan laughed, catching the pillow easily and hugging it against his chest.

And somehow that should’ve made him feel better.

Instead, for reasons he absolutely did not want to examine, it didn’t.

an: thank you so much for all the love ! thanks to you I'm inspired to make this a multiple parts series. i hope you like it :) next chapter only next week by the way