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Warnings: mdni. Kissing, heavy making out, fingering, mentions of squirting, unprotected sex (please don't), Yoongi's long fingers, big dick Yoongi, mentions of Namjoon third wheeling. Porn with plot but mostly porn. Marriage au.
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Seeing him in those black sleeping shorts and the incorrectly buttoned up white shirt you tore off of him last night sends a tingle between your legs. You almost throw your head back in need when he puts on his glasses, pushing his hair back trying to find something on his desk.
When he sees you standing there, he hangs up telling Namjoon he will call him after he finds whatever he was trying to find, hanging up he smiles at you. "Hey, have you seen the black binder you gifted me some months ago?" He asks with his eyes and hands busy on his table.
Lifting his head he notices your confused expression so he stops to explain with his hands. "Yay big and yay high, it was gold plated on the ends?" You look at his description and immediately recognize the binder, the one you gifted him for the aesthetic of his file drawer. Black and gold.
"Yes that is in the bed room lemme get it for you." he nods at your statement smiling and you run and bring the binder back. When you come back you see him clutching his hair in his hands and oh his hands.
The veins, making you want him to wrap his hands around your neck while he fucks you- No!
Get it togther Y/N, its 10 am in the morning! Although the morning pound down doesn't sound bad, he seems very busy. A kiss doesn't sound bad though.
You walk towards him bringing his file behind your back with a smile, he hears your footsteps and turns towards you with a smile.
"Thankyou baby." He says in his oh-so raspy voice and you melt. He reaches out to take it from you but you lift both of your arms to wrap them around him, the file still in your hand. He giggles and kisses you, his hands finding their way to your ass. Squeezing your flesh to make you moan with him still attached to your lips.
"Good morning to you too Y/N." Speaks a bored voice from the speaker of your husband's phone and you detach from his face with wide eyes trying to get away but he pulls you towards him with a lazy smirk on his face. You hit your husband playfully but embaressed and also answer the greetings from your friend.
"Hey, u-um good morning Joon. Didnt know you were on a call and I'm sorry i should probably go."
"No no nothing so urgent that I should be a cockblock. Call me later hyung. Happy humps." Without giving your husband a chance to retaliate at the hump comment he hangs up and you smile guiltily at your husband.
"Yeah. I'm gonna smack this little motherfucker's head for this mmph-" you cut him off his rant as you kiss him again, giving him the lead as soon as he slips his tongue in. Moaning at the way he grabs your hair at the nape, biting onto your lower lip making you gasp.
He traces his hand down your spine to reach the hem of his oversized tshirt you borrowed last night and he swears it's hotter taking it off than any of the dresses he's ripped off of you.
He lifts it upto your waist and ties it in a knot, you watch his long fingers make a knot just below your breasts and then trace them along your waistline "Wanted to fuck you in my tshirt but didn't want it to come in the way so." He shrugs at the end of the sentence and you chuckled before being cut off by getting turned and bent over the desk suddenly.
He bends down to the level of your cunt with a knowing smile and keeps one of his hands over your lower back to keep you in place. The cold desk wood under your tummy making you hiss, but it turns into a short moan when he spreads your ass cheeks and runs his index finger between them over your damp folds.
He pushes his finger with pressure to tease you over the cloth making you squirm in place. Your heels rise making you tip toe when he drags his fingers towards your clit with the same pressure.
"Fucking ready. Every fucking time." He grits out to himself and you let out a small whine at his delay, squirming in place. He scoffs at your impatience and pulls your underwear down, slow and teasing.
"Baby, please" you whine at his slow movements but he suddenly slaps at your clit making you jolt.
"Impatient huh?" You nod and breathe shakily at the sting but feel more wetness drizzle out, moaning at the feeling.
"Look at that" he pushes two fingers in you and you both groan at the same time. You feel like you will curl up due to the feeling his fingers give when he twists them and rubs them around like he is trying to find something and oh-
He does. He fucking does.
Your knees buckle when he finds that spot and you start panting when he keeps rubbing the spongy area. Cooing at your whimpering self, he picks up his pace, rubbing and jabbing your spot making your head go dizzy at the pressure. You try lifting yourself up but his hand's pressure tells you to take it just like he is giving it to you.
A vibration causes you to flinch and you see him get up and flip his phone towards him to check the caller id. Panicked you pull yourself up to convince him to not pick the phone, making him slip his fingers out in the process.
"Yoongi dont you dar-" but before you could finish your sentence, he motions you to stay silent with his finger on his lips. You shake your head knowing you couldn't stay silent while he talks if he goes anyway further than his fingers still hovering over your entrance.
A voice booms from the phone on the table which kinda replicates yours, but with a different reason of panting. You guess he is running around.
"Hyung, I am so sorry but you need to call and decide the order and topics for the four presenters for tomorrow.." the rest of the voices go deaf around your ears when yoongi stuffs his fingers in your pussy and covers your mouth at the same time, muffling the gasp.
He scoffs in your ear and whispers in his low raspy voice, "Pathetic little slut." Jabbing his fingers harder at every word. He changes the angles of his fingers making you clench and roll your eyes back. You hold his wrist over your mouth for dear life while he holds your body in place.
You feel tears brim in your eyes as he hits the spot again and again and again. Your legs shake and you tighten around his fingers and he chuckles at your ministrations, he knows you like this. Everytime Namjoon speaks you try to keep your voice in and it gets you wetter at the thought of getting caught.
You snap out of the daze when he speaks addressing the younger business partner, "Joon I requested Y/N to attend the party next week and I think she wants to come" he licks your earlobe at the end of the statement and you nod vigorously.
Bringing his hand to the front he rubs your clit with three of his fingers, making you spread your legs out of instinct. You buck your hips and try grinding on his fingers chasing your high, the rush in your ears blocking out any kind of conversation around you.
You start feeling the telltale of the upcoming orgasm and your body shakes and twitches when the heat passes out of you. Your eyes roll back to your head when he bites on your earlobe, removing his hand from your lips and you watch him hang up.
You have no clue when the conversation ended but your shaking body falls on the table and you cry out. He slows his hand down to let you ride your high while you grind on his fingers absentmindedly rolling your hips, eyes squeezed shut as you breathe heavily.
He removes his hand and smiles at you when you turn your head to glare at him, breathing heavily.
He helps you stand up and hold you by your waist when your knees buckle and has this shit eating grin on his face. Pulling you towards him he kisses you open mouthedly but you push him away panting. "Fuck you, Min. What if he heard something?!" He chuckles and grabs you by the waist tucking your hair behind your ear, tilting his head to make better eye contact.
"Then he would hear how I make you cry when you come." His low and deep voice sends cold shivers in your lower back.
"I gotta work now baby, or Namjoon will physically come here and make me do it." He pats your butt to get you going but you raise your eyebrows at him before nodding down to the boner he has. He laughs and holds your cheeks making your lips pout.
"As tempting as you sucking me off sounds, I would rather fuck you." He gives your pouted lips a chaste kiss before letting you go but you step forward and kiss him while grabbing his dick over his shorts making him growl in your mouth.
"Fuck me good babe. I'll be waiting."
"Oh I will." He grins, shaking his head while watching you turning around, knot still above your ass and you make your way out of the room with your ass on full display. Groaning he turns his head towards his desk and then looks at his dick.
Yeah. A cold shower.
You gave him the whole day, trying to distract yourself with the work you had left incomplete and sending it to your HR, changing the bed sheets, sending your blazers to dry cleaning since it was a sick leave for your housemaid, buying grocery and bringing him his usual box full of tangerines and snacks with some beer to store in for football-match-with-the-boys-wuhoo! As Jungkook said.
It was 5:38 in the evening when you were cleaning the kitchen after having your second cup of coffee when you see him enter the room rubbing his neck. You felt really bad for him when you made eye contact with his tired ones, he took a shower, and changed his clothes into a clean pair of black sweatpants and white tshirt.
He padded across the room to reach towards you to kiss you. Kissing him back you giggle and pull away, asking him softly, "Have you even eaten anything, baby?" He immediately nods to your question and lists the amount of frozen food he microwaved since you were not home.
Shaking your head at him you say, "Yoongi, you did know I made some shrimp sandwiches for you? I texted you about that too."
He looks back at the kitchen counter and finds an oven tray covered with plastic wrap filled with some sandwiches. Chuckling he lets go of you and sits on the black stool matching with the breakfast counter.
"Sorry, I guess I was distracted with work, I just finished the sorting process for tomorrow's meeting with Namjoon, and he was constantly making sure that he was making the right decisions. This deal means alot to him and I merely got 5 minutes of time when It hit 2:30 and I was horny, hungry and exhausted at the same time. Wanted to fuck you so bad, baby, but then I didn't see you at home so I had to suffice my other biological needs..." rolling his eyes he continues.
"Sorry I couldn't eat the sandwiches." He looks at you with guilty eyes and you couldnt help but smile at him. He didn't need to explain anything but he elaborated the reasons over why he couldnt eat the sandwiches?
You did marry a gentleman.
You step towards him and kiss his cheek. Flicking away the long hair that was coming into his eyes as you say, "Listen baby, you don't need to explain anything. I know how much this means to you and Joon so please dont apologize. I just wanna know you're resting enough to not get exhausted. Okay?" He nods at your statement and you bend to kiss his lips while standing between his knees, his hands automatically coming up to your waist.
You dont realize when the kiss became hungrier, was it at the first groan you let out? Or the moment he pushed his tongue in and took the control in his hand? Neither of you care about what led you to jump into his arms when he took you to the master bedroom removing your summer dress and his t-shirt in the hallway.
Laying you down on the bed, he hovers over your red flushed face. "Gonna make you cum so much, we would need to dry off the mattress." You chuckle at this and he kisses you open mouthedly, making his way down licking and kissing all the way down from your neck to the collarbones, through the valley of your breasts, tweaking your nipples couple of times before taking them into his mouth.
Gasping at the warmth from his tongue around the bud you grab the sheets besides your head with one hand and the other finds home in his hair making him growl. He leaves your nipples and traces his way with his tongue over your clothed pussy.
Instead of teasing this time he pulls the underwear all the way to your ankles before throwing it to some dark corner of the room. The dusk hours making the yellowish brown lights reflect on your honey skin, leading him bite into your thighs while pressing his thumb over your clit.
Your impatient whine makes him determined to make you come hard, he loved teasing you but loves to watch you fall apart for him. So he digs in with his tongue tracing patterns all over your folds and your bundle of nerves which you couldnt decipher due to the soon entering fingers inside you, the cold sensation of his ring and the stretch feeling heavenly, you know you wouldnt last long this time.
He finds a rhythm in which he feels you tightening around his fingers and lets out a chuckle at the way you were clenching. "I know you're close baby, come for me. Make a mess on my fingers." And as if on call, your body spasms and he rubs your clit with his other hand making your body curl up. He stares at the way your cunt flutters and almost drools after he pulls his fingers out, watching it drizzle your sweet slick. Bending down he licks up a stripe over your pussy making you gasp.
"Yoongi- s-sensitive. P-please." You gasp but still roll your hips trying to match his tongue. He hums pushing his tongue inside you and you almost feel it in your stomach. Your body archs as he swirls his warm muscle inside your hole and Yoongi groans at the taste and the thought of you clenching on his cock.
You feel the heat building up again at the slow pace he is licking you up at, not overwhelming your nerves instead making them feel at ease and when he sees your limbs shaking he looks up and smirks at you who was already watching him eat you out. He winks at you and increases the pace of his tongue flicking at your clit.
You gasp at how he is making you feel the heat in your ears and toes, stretching your feet and tightening your muscles to reach the orgasm faster, your hands fly in directions to hold on to something.
"F-Fuck, dont stop-dont stop-dont stop. Fuck b-baby!" You cry out grabbing onto his hair with wide eyes, mind focusing on achieving that high. His groans making you reach it faster clench.
The constant flicking along with his long firm fingers rubbing your folds with pressure without entering, just massaging it to make it feel the pressure and pleasure makes you come and he pushes his tongue inside you at that exact moment making your eyes roll back. You legs try to snap shut but he holds them open. You legs shake continuously and you feel yourself ooze out a little bit of your soul.
He gets up with a gummy smile on his face making you laugh and you both start laughing when he hovers above you. "You really boost my ego baby, coming so much. I must be doing something right?"
He sounds cocky but yoi know he is saying the truth, nobody has ever made you feel like he does, emotionally, physically and mentally safe.
"Wanna taste?" He asks you with mischief in his cat like eyes and you nod with dizzy eyes, making his eyes darken, keeping eye contact he dips one of his hands and pushes inside you making you gasp a little which he mocks by gasping in a high pitched voice and smirking later at your wide and embaressed eyes.
He lifts his finger up and spreads it apart to show you the strings your slick creates between his fingers, you push your tongue out and he smirks, proud. "My filthy baby." He pushes those fingers in your mouth rubbing the taste of your cum on your tongue. Groaning at the taste you swirl your tongue around his digits, which he watches with dark eyes.
He pulls the fingers out and wipes them on your cheeks cheeks, grabbing your face with his fingers he opens up your mouth. "Now for the main course." Spitting in your mouth he watches you moan at the feeling and gulp it in, which he kisses you for, proudly.
He gets up and removes his sweatpants and you feel your mouth water at him pumping his dick while watching your cunt leak. He smiles when you spread you legs wider and hovers above you, tilting your face towards his, making eye contact, he enters you slowly and you feel your body arch at the girth of his cock.
Min Yoongi has been the best dick you've been fucked by, perfect length, perfect width and the prettiest features. Pretty, just like him. He knows you have a thing for eye contact, he observed this in the first 3 months of the relationship when you couldn't hold his stare, he knew it would turn you on while he fucked you, he loved seeing you squirm so it made his dick hard too. You proved his therory when he fingered you in front of the mirror making eye contact and making you watch yourself come undone for him, surprising him by squirting on his fingers. Just Perfect.
Your eyes widen and he shakily exhales. "Fuck. You're so perfect and so wet. Reminds me of your mouth. You're warm on every end, baby." He grits through his teeth but none of his words reach you, when his hips start hammering you into the mattress.
He fucks you slow taking in every expression, watching your eyes roll back, dragging his cock slower making you scratch his back with your nails. Groaning in your ear his strokes getting hard and fast, hard and short, he tries every angle he loves seeing you twitch in. He pulls up both your legs over his waist, still fucking in at a slow-hard-deep pace and you whine loudly making him grab your thigh at the control he is showing not to bust at your voice's high pitch and neediness.
"Fuck Yoongi, right there. Right there. Faster please. I'm gonna die if you dont go any faster. Make me come please make me." He looks at you and you clench, growling at the tight grip you have around him, he gives you what you want. Faster-harder-deeper. Your body jolts back at every stroke but the expression on your face makes him lose his control, he grabs both your hands and pins them beside your head.
Your body arches into his, your nipples touching his bare chest, you cry out in pleasure, walls spasming and tightening around him.
"Gonna come. Y/N fuck baby" he growls in your ear while you say his name like a mantra, digging your nails in your palms. You both come at the same time making you tremble in his hold and feet digging in his lower back. He bites your neck when he feels you lifting your hips meeting his strokes to reach the end of both your highs.
Slowing down when you whine in overstimulation, he pulls out. You both stay there watching the lights on the ceiling which were never turned on and you realize, its dark outside. Checking the digital clock you see its been more than 35 minutes since you entered the room. You laugh at the heavy breathes you and your husband are letting out but soon you cringe because of the sticky sheets under you.
"You need to change them this time, I just did them in the afternoon, Min."
"Let me breathe a second woman? Why are you so bossy?" He gets up feigning annoyance but you hear the breathy chuckle he lets out. You roll your eyes at his accusations while he helps you get up, laughing at the faces you make when you feel the warm sheets mixed with the weird temperatured cum.
After-care with warm showers and thigh massages was an important part of the sexual routine you and Min Yoongi had, but the best part? The best part was when he feeds you the food he cooks with so much love and furrowed eyebrows due to the concentration he has in that apron with a cat with its middle finger out, the intense amount of attention towards the dish makes him unconciously poke his tongue out through his lips while he plates the dish.
Bringing you a pair of fresh wooden chopsticks and wine, his face smeared with flour as he made you some fresh and greasy kimchijeon. He loves cooking you food, you know that but he would never admit it.
So, not wanting you to do much after the sweat session, he just cockily said 'Don't strain you're already jelly like legs, you tiny human.' Which secretly means, rest because you're sore. He is not very outspoken about his feelings so he might seem a little concealed, its just that, he has a different language for love, he just needed somebody to decode it, and fortunately it's you.
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pairing - fwb/coworker!yoongi x fwb/coworker!reader
summary - yoongi always found a way to get on your nerves. the fact that he's your coworker makes it so much worse. you both have to keep it a secret that he's the one who fucks your brains out every night.
warnings/context - teasing, tension, orange hair yoongi w glasses!!, public sex, club bathroom sex, p in v, oral (f), unprotected sex, cream pie, fingering, people walk in and out the bathroom and yall are not quiet!
word count - 4.9k
you hated your job.
working at a desk for 8 hours a day non stop was nowhere near your dream job.
the crippling back pain you receive from being hunched over a computer, planning meetings, answering the phone, and constantly carrying huge stacks of papers was killing you.
the only thing stopping you from quitting was the pay. it was decent but you're almost available to be promoted to a better job in the office. you've been working here for almost 4 years. you've seen coworkers come and go since it really wasn't the best place. your manager wasn't the greatest. he picks favorites and you just so happen to be on his list. but his most favorite coworker is yoongi. he loves that man like he's his son. he wasn't going to hire him at first because he doesn't allow people with hair dye to work here. somehow yoongi convinced him that his bright orange hair is natural! you have no idea how he's convinced everyone but you were never convinced. every couple of months, you could see his dark black roots start to grow in. he wasn't always on top of keeping his roots dyed..
although yoongi is a few years older than you, he acts like he's 12 years old. he's always trying to mess with you in every way possible. he has found a new obsession of pranking you. one time he locked the bathroom while you were in it. but of course, he was the one to save you and pretended like he wasn't the one who caused it.
the thing is, you and yoongi have been secretly fucking? it’s complicated. he was obsessed with you the first time he ever laid his eyes on you. you both had to keep your “relationship” a secret for the sake of your jobs. he wasn’t the best at not making it obvious. he flirted with you constantly in front of your coworkers and would always want to have sex in the janitors closet or the bathroom.
you hated that you loved how risky it was. it was just a secret between you two but if anybody found out, your fucked.
yoongi still treats you nicely. just because he’s an ass at work doesn’t mean that he’s bad in bed. he could make you cum 5 times in one night. he’s the best man you have ever fucked. the night that you told him that, he took that with pride. and now, he has used that against you. he makes you moan out his name when he asks who owns your pussy. the audacity! i mean, you both are exclusive to each other so who else would own your amazing pussy?!
at work, it was one of your coworkers birthday. it was yoongis time to shine. he is the party man after all. you had a large stack of papers in your hands while you were on your way to copy some documents. yoongi had stopped you in the hallway. of course, he had to make some comment about how high up your skirt was riding and how sexy you looked in a blouse. he knows that you hate parties, especially work parties. this was his way into smooth talking you so that you were more likely to say yes. this time however, it took a lot more to get you to go. his plan for this party was to go to the club. you absolutely hate the club. the loud music pounding your ear drums, giving you a headache was just hell on earth.
the only way he convinced you was by promising to pay for all of your drinks for the night. you loved to drink but just not at some scummy club. your coworkers just love to party at the club and you never understood why. when you agreed to his plans, he gave you the most sloppiest kiss before thanking you. you rolled your eyes at him while wiping the smudged lipstick off the corner of your lips. once you started to walk away, he just had to watch you walk off. the outfits you wore to work kill him everyday.
later that day once work was over, you were stuck on what you should wear. you didn't want to wear something too...scandalous but it is the club. you decided on a black off the shoulder long sleeve dress. it was actually pretty tight on you, but damn, it looked better that way. you had no bra on underneath and you wore a black lace thong. you kept your hair down but curled and you had black knee high boots. you knew once you saw yoongi, his jaw would be on the floor. he has never seen you wear something like this.
when you made it to the club, you were immediately overwhelmed. you could hear the music blasting while you were walking up the street. you're gonna need many shots to make you want to stay here for more than 30 minutes.
inside was much worse and just like how you remembered, sweaty bodies squished in the dance floor, couples sucking each others faces off, and the music was thumping into the floors. just great.
you found your coworkers around a large circular table hidden towards the back of the club. you made eye contact with yoongi and his facial expression was better than you imagined. his jaw was dropped to the floor. you wanted to slap his jaw closed because of how obvious he was being about eye fucking you in front of your coworkers. you could tell he was not going to stop talking about your outfit all night long.
once you sat next to him after saying hi to everyone, he rests his arm on the back of the booth behind you, allowing him to be closer to you.
"you look so fucking good." he spoke loudly into your ear so you could hear him over the loud music but not loud enough so everyone else could hear.
you tilted your head up so you could look at him. his hair was more messy than how it was earlier today. he had on a black jacket that was unbuttoned paired with a black shirt underneath. he also had on black jeans with black boots. he caught you analyzing him but he's been analyzing your whole body since he first saw you. and stupidly enough, you both are obviously matching. he rarely wears all black but of course, today was the day he decided to.
"you still owe me a drink." you tilted your head. he smiled down at you and nodded his head.
"of course, i'll get you whatever you want." he spoke while adjusting his glasses. once you got out of the booth he was right beside you. you started walking to the bar. luckily enough, it was far from your group. when you sat down at the bar, yoongis hand immediately went to rest on your thigh.
"yoongi, what if they see you?" your eyes went wide and you turned your head to check on your coworkers. they were far enough but they were still visible.
"they're too drunk to even care." he squeezed your thigh, getting your attention back to him.
"they're already drunk?" you were surprised. you were only 30 minutes late but damn, getting drunk so fast was shocking to you. thank god it's a friday night.
"yup, birthday girl gets free drinks tonight because it's her special day." you nodded your head in response. it's not your birthday but you get free drinks as well!
once he ordered you a few shots, you both were chatting like normal. he was talking about how terrible the weather was today and how he sweat through his shirt today at work. you were crying laughing at him. the way he explained it had you bawling. you didn’t even see him the rest of the day but you wish you did.
both of you had at least 3 shots. you were already getting pretty tipsy since it doesn’t take a lot of alcohol to get you drunk. yoongi never let go of you. he had his hands all over you. you were starting not to care since your mind was barely focused on the people around you.
“i think i’m gonna go mingle around.” he slurred his words as he spoke close to your ear.
“okay, i’ll head back to the table.” you responded to him after finishing your last shot.
“in half an hour, come meet me by the bathroom okay?” you were a intrigued by his words. meet him by the bathroom for what? for sex you hope. you’ve been soaking in your panties since you first saw yoongi.
“mmm, okay.” you smiled at him, earning a bright smile back at you. before you could stand up, yoongi pulled you in for a quick kiss.
before you could pull back, he spoke dangerously close to your lips, “can’t wait to fuck you.” he kissed you before you could reply to him. you hit him in the chest, making him pull back with a laugh. you glared at him, holding in a smile while he got up from his seat. he blew you a cheesy kiss before he walked away, blending in with the huge crowd of people.
once you got back to your table, everyone was blasted. glasses full of liquor were littered all over the table with some random bowls of peanuts. one of your coworkers immediately offered you a drink, promising you it hadn’t been touched yet. you declined and said you already had too much to drink. you were lying. you could drink a bit more but you want to save yourself from a horrible hang over.
while sitting at the table chatting with your coworkers, you kept checking the time eagerly. it felt like time was moving so slowly. you were thinking about beating him there to the bathroom but you still have over 10 minutes left.
you had just one more shot. you needed something to calm your nerves. you don't understand why you're nervous. you weren't even this nervous the first time you had sex with yoongi. tonight is different. sex in a public bathroom. gross but also, kind of hot? the chances of getting caught are 99% since it's so easy to get caught. the club doesn't have that many bathrooms and it's so full today. hopefully you don't get kicked out..
after much encouragement from your horny brain, you finally decided to get up. it was almost half an hour and you couldn't sit there for another minute. your coworkers were starting to get on your nerves.
you made up an excuse to your coworkers that you were going to mingle around and be back soon. it sounded believable since that's a normal thing to do i guess? at least yoongi said that. you made your way to the bathrooms that were closer than you expected. you pulled down your dress that was rolling up way too high and fixed your hair while strutting to the bathroom.
you made it to a long hallway with a couple doors scattered around. no yoongi in sight. you wouldn't think that he would be in one of the bathrooms since you would look crazy walking in the men's bathroom just by yourself. you decided to touch up how you looked in the mirror since you haven't checked how you looked all night. you slowly opened the door to the women's bathroom, peaking your head inside. you couldn't see anybody. all the stalls were wide open and nobody was outside of them either. fuck yeah. hopefully yoongi will hurry up soon.
you stood in front of the sinks, fixing your slightly messy hair in the huge cracked mirror in front of you. the lighting in the bathroom was horrible. just one very dim light in the middle of the ceiling, barely making the room light.
the door creaked open while you were finishing up. you saw yoongis hair before you saw his face in the mirror. you turned your head to face him, already smirking at him. he was already staring back at you with the same grin.
he walked next to you and fixed his hair as well, basically copying what you were just doing. you couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle when you watched him through the mirror.
"what?" he looked up at you through the mirror before turning his head towards you.
"what if i wasn't in here but some random girl was?" you teased him.
"i knew you were in here anyways, i saw you walking here."
"oh so we're spying now?" you raised your eyebrows.
"how could i not? you in this outfit is practically my wet dream."
you laughed even harder at his response. but oh he wasn't joking. he's been craving you since he saw you walk in. your bare legs, knee high boots, and dress was killer. if you wore something like that when you two were alone, your whole outfit would've been ripped off after you first step through the door. knowing that now, you have so many outfit ideas spinning through your head.
he put his hands firmly on your waist, stepping closer to where you were standing. your arms instantly wrapped around his neck. one hand was pressed on the nape of his neck while your other hand hung loosely. he didn't let you look at him for at least 5 seconds before he dove right in, kissing you deeply. your grip on his hair immediately went tighter, pushing him against you. his hands ran along the sides of your torso, just below your boobs.
you leaned into his touch while you breathed heavily. every small gasp was swallowed by him. you both were kissing each other sloppily but had so much passion. you grabbed onto anything you could. his hair, his shirt, anything. once you got too grabby, he started walking you backwards into one of the open stalls. he never let go of your lips or your body. it was like he just knew the way magically.
he closed the stall door behind him, fumbling with the lock. he let go of your lips to look you in the eyes. he cupped your face in his hands. they always felt rough against your face but you love it.
"you look so fucking good right now" he breathed heavily, matching your breathing.
you didn't even answer him, you grabbed him and pulled him in for another kiss. you needed him now more than ever. you were not going to wait until you get home to fuck him. he said he would fuck you and you want it. his hands started to roam your body again, causing your dress to roll up again. his hands slowly went lower to your exposed thigh. his other hand was firmly placed on your back while his other hand was tracing your inner thigh.
you shivered against his touch. he was being t0o gentle to you and going painfully slow. he wanted you to feel everything and remember this. his lips started kissing down your neck, nipping and biting gently at your skin. his hand was toying with your underwear, pulling it back just a bit before letting it snap back on to your delicate skin.
"please yoongi, do something." you whined into him. you started squirming against his touch, getting impatient at his actions. he was going so slowly and you were begging to be touched.
he smiled against your skin before pulling back. your eyes were practically begging him to touch you. he finally obliged, grabbing your underwear and pulling them down in a rush. finally.
he stuffed your underwear in his pocket before you could even complain. you were definitely not getting those back.
he sank down on the tiled floor, cupping your thighs once again. he stared up at you while his mouth was inches away from your sopping core. you furrowed your brows before putting your hands through his hair, gripping firmly. you could feel his breath against your wet cunt. he licked a sloppy strip up, sending shivers throughout your whole body.
you gasped instantly, closing your eyes and tilting your head up to the ceiling. he continued to devour your pussy, causing your body to tremble under his touch.
he dug his nails into your thighs. it felt like he was going to leave you bruises but you could care less. your knees started to feel weak. your hands shot up to each side of the stall to keep yourself stable. once he started picking up the pace on your clit, you could barely handle it. you were feeling so sensitive but you were close to cumming. and of course, he knew it.
he kept you from pulling back, his grip on your thighs grew stronger the more you squirmed. you were trying your best to keep your moans quiet but it was getting harder and harder each time his tongue lapped up your cunt. he knew all the right spots to have you screaming his name all night.
once one finger entered your cunt, you broke instantly. his mouth was destroying your clit while his finger went at a fast pace. you couldn't hold back anymore, you were moaning like crazy.
he continued to finger you, his finger nudging the spot you needed the most. your vision started to get blurry and your legs were becoming jello. you could barely hold yourself up. you felt a tight knot in your lower stomach, a feeling that has become familiar to you now.
"fuck, yoongi i'm gonna cum." you moaned out.
he kept his pace the same, staring up at you from in between your thighs. your eyes were squeezed shut and your head was still thrown back. he was admiring you from down there. your makeup was all smudged, and tears had started to run down your face. your eyes suddenly shot open before you tilted your head back down at him.
you moaned in pleasure as your orgasm overcame you. you removed one hand from the stall to latch onto his hair, gripping tightly. yoongi continued to work you through it until you were practically pulling his hair out, trying to get his mouth away from you.
once he finally let go of you and removed his fingers from your cunt, you whined. the loss of his fingers always made you feel so empty. your pussy was still throbbing for more from him. he wiped his mouth and chin with the back of his hand before sticking his finger in his mouth, sucking the juices off.
he kept eye contact with you the whole time. he watched your lust full eyes stare back at him. your mouth slightly hung open while you were trying to catch your breath.
he stood up from the floor, latching onto your lips before you could even process anything. you both were kissing each other sloppily. you could taste yourself as his tongue ran all around yours. as he continued to kiss you, he let go of your body to unbuckle his belt before pulling down his pants and his boxers as fast as he could.
his dick was rock hard. it looked painful. his dick had been stuck in his pants for too long, basically begging to be let free. he pulled back, stroking himself and using his other hand to get you to turn around. you did that immediately, positioning yourself to have your hands up against the tiled wall. you were slightly hovering over the open toilet below you. it's so gross but your drunken and dick hungry mind could care less.
his free hand latched onto your bare ass, giving it a light slap. his shuffled forwards so his tips could meet your puffy cunt. he rubbed his tip along your wet pussy, causing you to groan in frustration. he chuckled in response before slamming his dick into you suddenly. you moaned out instantly. it was painfully good. you had no time to adjust to his size. your pussy throbbed against his dick, soaking in every thick vein.
he continued to pound into you. the bathroom was filled with your dirty moans and the loud slaps of his hips against your ass. he pushed down gently on your lower back to get you to arch more. his hand then reached over to your boob. he shoved down your shirt to allow him to grip onto your bare breast. his pace quickened, he was deep inside of you in this position. you could practically feel your cervix being bruised each thrust.
all you could hear was his grunts and low moans. he was never as loud as you even when you both are fucking in bed. little did you know this time, people had been walking in and out and you both had no idea. you were just so lost in pleasure that you payed no mind to anything but his dick pounding into your pussy. the bathroom sounded like pure porn. you couldn't hold anything back.
you looked over your shoulder at him, his hand was still fumbling with your breast. your nipple was hard under his touch. his other hand had a firm grip on your hips but his head was tilted down. he was still moaning with you, getting more lost inside of you. he felt like he was in heaven every time his dick felt your wet core. his dick was practically sucked in and he never wanted to leave it.
you knew he was getting closer to cumming. his pace had started to become sloppy and slower. his moans were getting deeper and you could hear how heavily he was breathing. you felt another orgasm creeping up on you. you kept your sweaty palms firm against the tile. your cunt squeezed around his sensitive dick, causing you both to break almost at the same time. you gushed all over his dick while he pumped into you.
you were dripping sweat and loosing your balance again. he slowly milked out every last drop he had left inside of you. he was being gentle to make sure it wasn't too much for you. once he knew he was done, he stayed inside of you for a minute, attempting to catch his breath. you rested your forehead against the wall while you were also panting.
he slowly took his dick out, causing you both to wince from the loss. you stood back up gently and turned around to face him. he was already putting his pants back on while you were clenching hard to not let the cum drip out of you.
he looked back at you, his cheeks were a light pink while his lips were swollen and a deep red. you didn't even want to know what you looked like currently. you knew you looked like a complete wreck. you could feel the tears drying on your cheeks and your lip gloss had been long gone from your lips.
he thought you looked beautiful. the smudged mascara and eyeshadow was cute to him. he cupped your head in his hands and kissed you deeply. once he pulled back, he asked, "you okay?"
you nodded back, attempting to smile back at him but you were exhausted. he smiled back at you, pecking you quickly on your sweaty forehead. he let go of you to dig in his pocket to fetch your tiny thong. he helped you put it on even though it was unnecessary. you still liked the gesture since he always dressed you after sex.
he fixed your dress while you fixed the collar of his jacket. it felt more intimate than usual. by now one of you would be on the way home but you both were stuck together until it was time to leave the club. you absolutely had to leave now. you didn't care what time it was you just needed to save yourself from the embarrassing walk of shame.
he grabbed your hand before giving it a light squeeze. he was the first to step out the stall with you stumbling behind him. your legs were still a trembling mess.
"you need a ride home?" he asked while exiting the bathroom and leading you to stand in front of him in the dark hallway.
"yes, please." you replied. he smiled once again and lead you out of the club. you didn't have a clue what time it was but it was starting to get light outside. you kept your head hung low as you both walked. you forgot to check if you even looked like a normal person in the mirror when you stepped out the stall.
yoongi could care less about it though. he kept his head high as he continued to weave through the crowded club. once you both made it out, it felt like you could finally breath. the weather was warm with a cool breeze. it felt amazing on your sticky skin. you both had stopped outside, fixing yourselves before walking to his car. your feet were killing you. you wish you could've taken them off but you wouldn't dare be barefoot in a gross club bathroom. he had his arm slung over your bare shoulder, rubbing his thumb on your collar bone. the walk was quite far but you both were chatting like nothing happened. he offered you to stay at his place since he lives closer to the club and you couldn't deny that.
he even offered to have sex again at his place. you would never say no to an amazing offer like that. his place was way larger than yours and you both have fucked everywhere. your personal favorite being the shower and you both desperately need one.
he spent the rest of the night with you. he fucked you in every position possible until you both physically couldn't stay awake. tonight was the first time either of you have slept over. it was perfect. you both slept naked in his large bed, bodies pressed up against each other and legs tangled.
you couldn't dream of a better night. if your boss found out about this, your fucked.
RAHHHHHHHHHH!!! super duper random smut. literally i saw that pic of nerdy yoongi and my mind went CRAZY! i created this whole story in my head before i went to sleep and had to write it!
The Rookie Epilogue (M) I F1Racer!Jungkook x F!Reader
🏎️ Pairing F1Racer!Jungkook x RaceEngineer!Reader
🏎️ Genres F1!AU, Slow Burn, Forbidden Romance, Angst, Smut, Sports Drama, Rivals to Lovers, One shot
🏎️ Rating 18+ (minors DNI)
🏎️ Summary
You were Red Bull Racing’s newest race engineer, brilliant, precise, and determined to prove yourself in the paddock. He was the team’s rookie driver, Jungkook: fast, reckless, magnetic. Neither of you expected sparks to fly in a world where one mistake could cost a career, or a life.
But the closer you get to him, the more dangerous the game becomes, both on and off the track. Between ruthless media, team politics, sabotage, and a love you’re forbidden to feel, every race pushes you closer to the edge.
And in Formula 1, one wrong move can change everything.
🏎️ Warnings: explicit sexual content, foul language, sabotage, media pressure, angst, forbidden romance
🏎️ Wordcount: 15k (I'm so proud of myself for this)
🏎️ A/N: This is the Epilogue for Part 1 of the End Game Series of One-shots! Read the first Part Here DONT READ THIS IF YOU HAVEN'T READ PART ONE 🏎️
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The world knew now.
There were no more whispers in the paddock, no stolen glances across the garage that could be excused as “professional.” The pictures were out, the interviews had aired, and you and Jungkook had decided—without words—that you wouldn’t hide anymore.
The press was relentless. Some called you reckless. Others called you magnetic. The headlines swung between the scandal that almost ruined Red Bull and the romance saving F1’s rookie star. You learned quickly that it didn’t matter what angle they chose: every time you walked beside him, every time his hand brushed yours, the cameras never stopped clicking.
And still, neither of you pulled away.
Jungkook trained harder than ever. Every morning he was in the gym before dawn, sweat dripping down his temples as he pushed through his rehab routine. You’d catch him gritting his teeth, the faint ache of his healing injuries still present, but refusing to slow him down. He was obsessive, pouring every ounce of frustration into his body until it became an engine of its own.
You weren’t idle either. Nights were spent bent over strategy sheets, screens glowing blue against your tired eyes. You built simulations, recalculated fuel maps, picked apart rival teams’ pit windows until your mind buzzed with numbers. If Jungkook was going to fight his way back into the championship battle, you were going to arm him with every advantage possible.
And when you crossed paths in the quiet hours—his hair still damp from training, your voice hoarse from lack of sleep—it was different now. No hiding. He would press a fleeting kiss to your temple as you passed, or you’d steal his water bottle just to see him grin. You lived in the in-between, neither of you daring to speak the words out loud, but both of you knowing: this was real.
Las Vegas was proof.
The strip lights flashed neon pink and electric blue against the black desert sky. The energy was alive, a carnival of excess, and when Jungkook stood on the podium in third place the crowd screamed as if he’d won. Champagne exploded, spraying into the lights, and he raised the bottle high, eyes searching instinctively through the chaos until he found you at the bottom of the stage.
That smile—the boyish, unguarded one—was only for you. He winked, soaking in the roar of the crowd, but you felt like the only person there. And when the anthem ended, when he stepped down, he didn’t even hide it: his hand found yours in the tunnel back to the garage, warm and tight, like he never wanted to let go.
But the season wasn’t over.
Abu Dhabi glowed golden under the floodlights, the track glittering like a mirage in the desert. The air felt thick with tension, as if the entire paddock was holding its breath. If Jungkook finished this race well, he could end his rookie season fifth in the Drivers’ Championship—above both Ferraris.
In the waiting room before the grid, the air conditioner hummed softly, a fragile calm before the storm. Jungkook leaned against the wall in his race suit, helmet tucked under one arm, the other running through his dark hair. His eyes sparkled with that dangerous mischief that always made your chest tighten.
“Imagine their faces,” he murmured, smirking. “Me, a rookie, finishing above both Ferraris. Think they’ll cry?”
You shook your head, but couldn’t help the smile pulling at your lips. “Don’t tempt fate, Jeon. Just finish the race.”
“Where’s the fun in that?” he teased, voice dipping lower, like it was a secret only for you.
The banter dissolved as he pushed off the wall, stepping closer. The helmet clattered softly onto the bench, forgotten, as his free hand brushed against yours. The room seemed to shrink until it was just him, his cologne, the weight of his gaze. When he kissed you, it wasn’t careful this time. It was heat and hunger, months of tension unraveling against the sterile white wall of the waiting room.
Your fingers tangled in his hair as he pressed closer, lips urgent, chest rising and falling too fast. And then—he winced. Just slightly, but enough.
You pulled back, breathless, searching his face. “Kook—are you sure you’re okay?”
His laugh was shaky but real, his forehead pressed against yours. “I’ve never been so sure of something in my life.”
“Hey,” he said lowly, mischief tugging at his lips. “Good luck kiss?”
Your heart skipped. Before you could even roll your eyes, he leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to your lips—swift, sure, and enough to make heat bloom in your cheeks.
Max Verstappen, standing right beside you, groaned loudly. “Oh, come on.”
His engineer burst out laughing. “Oi, maybe we should try that too, Max. If it works, it works!”
The four of you cracked up, the tension dissolving into pure, easy laughter. Even Max’s smirk slipped into a grin as he shook his head. “Absolutely not,” he muttered, climbing into his car.
Jungkook still hadn’t stopped smiling when he slipped on his helmet. And you couldn’t stop either, because for the first time in weeks, the air between you wasn’t heavy with secrets or fear.
The storm had passed. The paddock knew. The world knew. And now, in this bright, ridiculous moment, it felt like maybe—just maybe—you’d both won something bigger than the race.
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Abu Dhabi – The Final Race
The desert night shimmered under the Yas Marina floodlights, the track glowing like molten silver. Engines screamed on the grid, the hum of thousands of fans vibrating through the grandstands. The air was heavy with heat and expectation.
“Radio check,” your voice crackled in his ear, calm even though your pulse thundered.
“Loud and clear,” Jungkook replied, the growl of his Red Bull beneath him. There was a smirk in his voice—cocky, electric, alive.
“Good. Patience on turn one. Don’t overcook it.”
“Patience,” he echoed, almost laughing. “From you? That’s new.”
The lights blinked—red, red, red, red, red—
Green.
He launched. Tires shrieked, cars jostled, the grid a swarm of sharks tearing for space. Jungkook slipped into third by turn one, his reflexes sharper than a knife’s edge.
“Perfect start,” you breathed, pride slipping into your tone. “Settle in. Eyes forward.”
Laps blurred.
Verstappen flew untouchable in P1, Jungkook guarding P2 like a shield.
The Ferrari lunged, but Jungkook shut the door, unshaken.
Pit stop on Lap 48. Two-point-one seconds.
Perfection.
He rejoined in P4, fresh tires biting into asphalt.
The chase began.
Lap 54. Norris ahead, elbows wide. On the back straight, Jungkook opened DRS, braked late, and dove down the inside. Clean. Ruthless. Commentary exploded.
“Jeon Jungkook—past Lando! What a move!”
By Lap 58, Verstappen stormed across the finish line—another championship sealed.
And then Jungkook slid into second.
Rookie season.
Fourth in the standings.
One of the most successful debuts in Formula 1 history.
The garage erupted—mechanics screaming, champagne corks flying, strangers hugging like family. Cameras blinded, commentators shouted history into microphones.
But Jungkook didn’t see the trophy. Didn’t hear the anthems. His helmet was gone in seconds, hair damp, sweat shining on his jaw. His eyes searched until they found yours.
And then he ran.
Through the chaos, through the crush of people, he came for you. His arms scooped you off your feet, spinning you into air that smelled of fuel and fireworks. You laughed, breathless, tears spilling, until his hands cupped your face and his mouth found yours—deep, desperate, perfect.
“I love you,” he rasped against your lips. Raw. Final. Absolute.
“I love you too.” you whispered, pressing your forehead to his.
The garage roared louder than the engines ever had.
“Hey, lover boy—Podium!” Jimin burst in, tugging Jungkook by the arm, eyes shining with tears and pride. “You’re late!”
Jungkook didn’t move, gaze still locked on you. “New Year’s,” he said quietly, just for you. “Somewhere far. Just us.”
You shook your head, smiling through tears. “Let’s spend it at home.”
And for a heartbeat—amid the spray of champagne, the crack of fireworks, the flash of cameras—it felt possible.
Later, as the paddock emptied and the night softened, you found him in the waiting room, slouched in one of the plastic chairs, champagne still sticky on his suit. The adrenaline was wearing off, but his eyes lit the second they landed on you.
Without a word, you crossed the room. He tugged you into his lap, hands still trembling with leftover speed, and kissed you again. Slower this time, deeper—like he had time now, like he had all the time in the world.
When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, breath ragged. “I can’t wait to get you alone in my bed,” he murmured, voice husky with exhaustion and want. The grin that followed was boyish, sweet—the kind of smile that cracked open all the armor he’d carried through the season.
You let out a shaky laugh, thumb brushing his damp cheek. “Careful, Jeon. You’ll have the whole paddock talking again.”
He smirked, eyes dark but tender. “Let them. I’ve already got the only win I care about.”
The smile faded into something more raw, more fragile. “Y/N…” He hesitated, swallowing. “About Jin.”
Your chest tightened. “I know,” you whispered. “You’re angry. Hurt. But he didn’t mean to ruin anything for you. He thought he was protecting you. Protecting both of us.”
Jungkook’s jaw flexed, stubborn as ever, but then he exhaled, shoulders slumping. “I will talk to him. Just… not yet. I need a little more time.”
You squeezed his hand, grounding him. “That’s all I ask.”
For a long moment, you just sat there in the quiet—two kids who had survived the fire and somehow found each other on the other side.
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Out on track, the commentators filled the air with awe.
“Verstappen wins again, sealing his fourth championship—but all eyes are on Jeon Jungkook. P2 tonight. P4 in the championship overall. He’s not just one of the most successful rookies in Formula 1 history—he is the story of the season.”
“Podiums in his debut year, battling veterans like he’s been here for a decade. And let’s not forget the partnership in that garage. His race engineer—professional, brilliant, relentless. Together, they’ve rewritten what a rookie season can look like.”
The camera cut to the garage. To you, still in your headset, heart pounding, as if the race hadn’t ended. And then to him—on the podium, draped in the Korean flag, champagne bottle in one hand, trophy in the other, chest rising with pride that was too big for words.
For a moment, the noise of the world faded, and he found you in the crowd. His smile trembled, his eyes shining—not with adrenaline this time, but with tears.
Later, under the lights, microphone in hand, he spoke. His voice cracked once, but his gaze never wavered.
“This season… people said I was too young. Too reckless. That I wouldn’t last. And maybe they were right—before. But I had people who believed in me. I had a team who fought for me. I had someone who never stopped holding me up when I fell.” His eyes darted toward you, the whole world catching it.
He drew a breath, chest swelling, the flag heavy around his shoulders. “Tonight isn’t the end. The paddock hasn’t seen the last of me. I will be back. And I promise you—one day, I’ll be champion one day, soon.”
It echoed the words of his first rookie interview—but this time, it wasn’t the bravado of a boy. It was the vow of a man who had touched the stars.
And you—finally, undeniably—were standing right there beside him.
Not a rookie anymore.
Not alone anymore.
The world was watching.
And neither of you cared.
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Epilogue – London, New Year’s Eve
The fairy lights hummed softly above you, casting golden shadows across your flat. Outside, the city prepared to welcome a new year—shouts and music spilling through the streets, fireworks waiting to shatter the midnight sky. But in here, the world was quieter. Intimate.
Jungkook’s hoodie hit the floor first, then your shirt. Heat bloomed in your cheeks as his hands slid over you, reverent yet desperate, like he couldn’t decide if he wanted to worship or devour you.
“God, Y/N…” he groaned against your lips, the sound low and rough. “I’ve waited so long for this.”
You tugged at his hair, pulling him closer until your mouths clashed again, the kiss messy and wet. He pressed you back into the couch cushions, his weight delicious and solid on top of you.
When his fingers brushed under the waistband of your shorts, you gasped. He smirked at the sound, biting your bottom lip gently before tugging them down and tossing them aside.
“You’re beautiful,” he said, pausing just to look at you—bare, breathless, flushed under the soft glow of the lights. The hunger in his eyes made you shiver.
“You’re staring,” you whispered, voice trembling.
“I’ve been staring since Australia,” he answered, and then his mouth was on your throat, teeth scraping, tongue soothing, leaving a trail of fire down your body.
By the time his hand slipped between your thighs, you were already aching. You whimpered his name, clinging to him as he teased you, fingers stroking slowly, deliberately, until you were arching against him.
“Please,” you gasped.
“Please what?” His smirk was wicked, but his voice cracked with restraint. “Tell me what you need, baby.”
“You,” you breathed, nails digging into his shoulders. “I need you.”
That undid him. With a low growl, he tugged his sweats down, and then he was pressing into you—slow, deep, stretching you until the breath left your lungs.
“Fuck,” he whispered, forehead pressed to yours, every muscle trembling as he held still to let you adjust. “You feel so perfect.”
Your hands cradled his face, eyes locking with his. “Move, Kook.”
And he did—thrusts hard and sure, the couch creaking beneath you, your cries muffled by his mouth as he kissed you like he’d die without it. His pace built quickly, urgency overtaking patience, but even then, he never stopped touching you—hand on your hip, your waist, your cheek, grounding you to him.
The world blurred—your body burning, your chest tightening, pleasure curling hot and relentless in your stomach.
“Jungkook—” you gasped, the word breaking into a moan.
“I’ve got you,” he panted, thrusts faltering as he buried his face against your neck. “Come with me, Y/N.”
Your body obeyed, shattering under his voice, his hands, his everything. White-hot bliss tore through you, and his groan followed, low and guttural as he spilled inside you, collapsing against your body.
For a long moment, neither of you moved, breaths heavy, bodies tangled. Then he lifted his head, sweaty strands of hair falling into his eyes.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get over you,” he murmured, kissing you softly now, tender where he’d been desperate.
You smiled, brushing your thumb along his cheekbone. “Then don’t.”
Outside, fireworks exploded, London cheering in the distance, but you barely noticed. All you cared about was the man holding you, kissing you, promising things he didn’t even need to say aloud.
“You know Hamilton took three seasons to become champion,” you whispered, teasing, your lips brushing his.
Jungkook smirked, eyes dark with fire and determination. “It’ll take me less.”
And as he pulled you back into his arms, the world outside celebrating a new year, you realized—this was happiness. Pure, unshakable happiness.
The happiest you had ever been.
The end.
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💌 If you’ve reached this part: let me kiss you virtually. Thank you SO much for reading all the way through — it truly means the world to me that you stayed with us to the end. 🏎️🔥
👀 A little tease before you go… the next story will be all about Jimin—and trust me, his heart is about to do cartwheels. Prepare yourselves! 😉
🎶 And because every fic needs an emotional support soundtrack, here’s your reading playlist:
Just Keep Watching — Tate McRae 🏁
The Alchemy — Taylor Swift ✨ Because who cares about the trophy? He just comes running over to me
Everything I Wanted — Billie Eilish 🌊
Somebody Else — The 1975 🖤
Hold My Hand — Lady Gaga 🎤
XO — Beyoncé 💋
Love,
Ria 💕
