He looked good in a dark cobalt blue and bright white tie-dye hoodie and shorts combo. Clean white sneakers too, chunkier to balance out the silhouette. Man knew how to dress.

He was walking towards you and your friend.

“Hey.”

Jungkook turned his head, lips parting.

“Hey.”

Smooth baritone, Jeon Jungkook spinning around, surprise flashing over his features as a black brown wavy-haired, bedroom-eyed, casually handsome Kim Taehyung slid out from behind him, black t-shirt with the short sleeves folded for a nice touch. Flowy black pants made of a high-end fabric with an exquisite drape. Boyish grin, nodding at you, you nodding back in acknowledgement, not looking at Jungkook.

“Nice coat,” Taehyung complimented you and your bright red cropped fur coat, thick and lush over a tight black mesh dress with scarlet red lining.

“Nice try,” was you amused reply, ticking your chin to his outfit. “Did you get dressed in the dark?”

Taehyung had a boxy, endearing smile. “I put on a belt.”

“Didn’t think you would be so worried about your pants coming off.”

Now his smile turned into a smirk. “You know I like making them work for it.”

Silence.

Other than the house party raging all around you four, but it was silent here, right here in this tiny space of Kim Taehyung smirking at you with smooth tan skin and reminiscing eyes, barely feeling the ever-tightening grip of your friend’s hands on your upper right arm, oblivious to the ice-blue bombshell that was Jeon Jungkook, too preoccupied with being the cocky, never-call-back girl even though you did, in fact, unzip Kim Taehyung’s pants once with your teeth.

You parted your lips.

Licked your teeth with the tip of your tongue.

Tilted your head to the side.

“Keep walkin’, boy.”

Taehyung did that thing. That bite the side of his lip grin and bounce of his eyebrows before sauntering off, a startlingly confused ice-blue bombshell stumbling after him, sputtering next to his ear, but you have no time to analyze because you were losing feeling in your better jack-off arm and your friend was sputtering in your own ear, speaking so fast she damn near choked on her words.

“Kim Taehyung? You never – How did – How big – Can I – Do I even have a chance?”

You pried her hand off. “One, am I supposed to self-report the drugs I take? Two, he asked. Three, big enough and then some. Four, sure. Five, sure, tonight?”

Her eyes almost fell out of her head at your nonchalant responses. You figured she would be used to it by now, but apparently not. “Tonight? How are you going to manage that?”

You shrugged. “It’s easy.”

She gawked at you.

You leaned your head against the wall, looking across the room with half-lidded eyes, to a head of black-brown curls next to one of ice-blue, waiting. A ruffle. Slow turn of the head, a single shrouded eye glancing at you, boyish smirk.

You tilted your head to the right, the smallest hint.

Taehyung turned away, but you knew he saw.

“W-Wait, it can’t be tonight, I’m not p-prepared…”

“You’re not prepared for Jeon Jungkook either.”

“I was just admiring, nothing was gonna happen–”

You rolled your eyes and turned to your right. Left hand rising, firmly gripping her left shoulder, pushing her back against the wall roughly. The shimmering threads of her purple dress caught the light, just for a second, before you covered it with your shadow, your face closing in, staring eye to eye.

“Something’s gonna happen.”

You kept your voice low, dangerous.

“That’s what you asked for. That’s what you’re gonna get.”

Eyes wide, shaking under your touch, supercharged air. She had plenty of time to say, no, thank you, but she did not choose to say that.

“Y-You’re scary…” she squeaked.

You backed off, tossing your head to sweep your hair away from your face.

“You like it.”

-

“What the fuck?”

Kim Taehyung snickered. “What?”

“You – You fuckin’ dick, you’re the one who was all like, aren’t you scared of her, huh, Jungkook? And I was all like, the fuck, no, I’m not scared of a girl, then you become mega-annoying and dare me to go say hello, only for – what was all that shit?”

“it was a conversation, bro. That’s all.”

“A conversation, you two were fucking right in front of my eyeballs!”

“I wish. She won’t call me back.”

“Who cares,” Jeon Jungkook snapped, nearly flipping the table of drinks, but there was too much alcohol and he wasn’t drunk enough to not care. When he was, there was a strong need for a clear table to sing on top of, but he wasn’t going to embarrass himself yet. Yet. In time. After everyone else was sufficiently drunk enough to forget seeing anything. “You dickhead, you just wanted to stare at her legs.”

“She’s got some fuckin’ sexy legs,” Taehyung muttered. “Great for putting against your chest when your dick Is being choked for every cent he’s got.”

Jungkook was unsure if he was disgusted or intrigued. “What is with you? She’s just a girl.”

Taehyung turned his head. A quick glance back, and then his eyes were back on Jungkook. “People are just people, but some people stick with you.” The seriousness in his lifted brow and calm tone made Jungkook pause, mesmerized by the picturesque handsomeness that was Kim Taehyung. “Even if they’re just a fleeting moment, your body knows it’s a special moment, remembers it forever. The way someone touched you and the simple bliss it was. The sensuality and confidence in a fingertip. Crazy how intense a single look is when you’re confronted with that kind of woman.”

He said it with such unwavering gravity that Jungkook found it impossible to poke fun at him.

Taehyung nodded sagely and cracked open a beer.

“She’s a whole ass woman. Mmm, yeah, what an ass, oof, watchin’ it bounce on your dick, man.”

Jungkook narrowed his eyes. “Stop or I’ll send you to the bathroom.”

“Send her after me.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“Just do that seduction with your eyeballs, look at me I’m a bad boy thing and I’ll rescue her from you. I mean, rescue you from her.”

“A selfless man, taking one for the team,” Jungkook snorted. “What do I get out of it?”

“Her friend is cute.”

Jungkook frowned. Quick glance over his shoulder. “You can’t do that. You don’t know her.”

Taehyung winked. “Only one way to find out.”

Jungkook wondered how he got dragged into this. Oh, right. He asked Taehyung to help introduce him to someone nice. Sigh. He should have asked someone else. Someone who didn’t get himself caught up in things like this. Someone less… Instagram shitposter. At least the one Taehyung wanted was the scarier one. Sure, she was hotter than hell, prettier than heaven, surrounding herself with just as attractive flowers.

But no matter how captivating fire was to look at, it burned.

-

“Why didn’t you call him back?”

“Who?”

“You know who.”

“Voldemort?”

She tried to smack you, but you grabbed her wrist, laughing. A pouty little frown, a lingering touch. You waited. A shiver of hormones and confusion. Then, and only then, did you let go.

“I didn’t call Kim Taehyung back,” you answered calmly, swirling your neat whiskey. “Because I didn’t want to break his heart.”

Rapid blinking, trapped between two realms of thought. “What?”

“Look at him.”

“I can’t. You put thoughts in my head!”

You snickered, taking a sip. It burned, but not so bad. Maybe you were too used to the burn. “Okay, well, you saw him. He might look like a grizzly bear, and he kind of is in bed, but that man is a teddy bear at heart and he’s got a big one.”

“How can you tell that?”

“Because he was always polite even sucking his dick into my mouth, kept my hair out of my eyes, took out a whole-ass handkerchief after I swallowed his cum and dabbed my chin clean. Also, he asked me if I was hungry, thirsty, or needed cuddles after ramming me from behind so hard that my knees nearly created permanent indents in his mattress.”

Silence.

“I need to sit down,” she mumbled.

“You are.”

“Not in your lap.”

“There are no other chairs.”

“Yeah, but–”

“I’m gonna figure out you’re thinking a little too much?”

“S-Shut up!”

“Oh, here comes the king of the waterfall.”

She whipped her head around so fast you were worried she was going to get whiplash. “Where–?”

“Just kidding. They’re still by the drinks.”

“… I’m going to strangle you.”

“Do it, some dudes are into that. Taehyung was into that.”

“… Which side was he on…?”

You shrugged, knowing it was casually infuriating and, in fact, aiming for it.

“I’ll let him show you.”

-

“You know, maybe I want the friend.”

Jungkook felt a muscle in his eyelid twitch. “What?”

“She’s cute. And look at her in that sparkly purple dress sitting in her lap. Come on, dude. That’s pretty fucking adorable.”

“Adorable… or are you fantasizing about being part of that sandwich?” Jungkook muttered.

“I would absolutely partake in the sandwich if generously offered.”

“I will bite you.”

“Don’t. I saw the mark you left on Jimin. You freak.”

“I’m the freak, says the guy trying to partake in a human sandwich.”

“Look me in the eyes and tell me you would say no.”

Jungkook looked away. He wasn’t going to say shit. This wasn’t about him.

“Anyway–”

Taehyung gloated. “Anyway, he says, he’s just scared, scared little Miss Red Riding Hood is going to bite his dick off.”

“The grandma was the wolf.”

“Eh, semantics.”

Taehyung grabbed Jungkook’s head with one hand and yanked it towards the two women sitting on the end of the couch, chatting and smiling at each other. One in red and black, the one actually on the couch. The other in sparkling purple, displayed on top of those gorgeous legs.

“You know what she did for me?” Taehyung murmured low in Jungkook’s ear, hushed whispers that bred shivers. “Anything. Anything I asked, she was down with. You know how some people just do it to do it for you? Nah, that ain’t her style. She does it and you can tell she likes doing it. I get the vibe that she’s not usually a sub, but there are definitely aspects of it that she likes and appreciates. Maybe she taps into that shit like a goddamn magical girl, I have no clue, but she’s got power, bro. Power.”

Jungkook noted the sly to her smirk, the wave of her hair, the loose but secure hold on her glass, not letting it out of her sight. Black mesh over scarlet red, and for some reason he had the sudden urge to rip it, to tear it up and touch everything underneath, to push her head back with his hand cupping her chin and let his tongue do the talking for him.

Taehyung was still yapping.

“You like that shit. Knowledge is power, and she has all the knowledge.”

“She’s not an encyclopedia.”

“Nah, she’s the… bruh, what did Yoongi-hyung call it again? Oh, right! She’s the Karma Sutra.”

“It’s the Kama Sutra.”

“That’s what I said.”

“You – never mind.”

-

“What are you gonna do?”

“Sleep.”

“You can’t sleep,” she hissed. “I can’t fuck with you sleeping in the room next door.”

“Why? I do it all the time to you.”

“I’m not–”

Pause.

She stared at you.

You stared at your roommate.

She turned red.

You grinned. “I already know you’ve been listening and you like it.”

She choked on air. “I don’t–”

“I’ll stop then.”

“N-No, don’t stop–”

“Don’t stop? Go harder then?”

She sputtered a plethora of sounds and none of them were words. It took her a while to start forming sentences again. “Please, spare me, I’m only human, I’m not whatever supernatural creature you are.” Cough, side-eye. “Just… Just look at Jungkook, okay?”

“No.”

“Why?”

“I remember what he looks like just fine.”

“Oh yeah?”

A challenge, and you rose to it without hesitation, with a kind of reckless abandon that was either brave or foolish. It was hard to tell with you. The kind of bitch that drank whiskey neat because you hated dilution and wanted everything in life on high power and full throttle, regardless of the consequence, even though nobody asked.

That was what everyone thought, anyway.

You tapped the glass against your lip, thinking.

“Eyes like galaxies, mouth like sin, chest that makes you indecisive on whether you want your tits pinned to that heartbeat and his hand on your back, or your back to his muscle and his hands on your chest, pushing yours away. His most likely silky-smooth voice whispering in your ear, don’t hide from me, that slim waist begging to be trapped between thighs, squeezed tight and close, breath to breath, lips to lips. He has that silver ring so you can remember his kiss. You push his head back, and his eyes ask you, are you in love with me yet?”

Dropped jaw, held breath. “A… Are you?”

You chuckled. “No.”

“What!”

“Oh, come on. You think just ‘cause the guy has blue hair I’m gonna jump off the deep end?”

“But… you talked about him like that?”

“Yeah, since he’s clearly that kind of guy.”

“How are you sure?”

“I’m not,” you laughed, draining your drink. “But he can’t prove me wrong, can he?”

Out of the corner of your eye, you spied movement of cobalt blue and pure white. Turned your head and your eyes immediately went to that body line hinted at under clothes, a body that breathed new life into the house music, casual as it was, parted lips with a small mole underneath, hint of a smile with a twinkle at the right side, strands of cold ice-blue against light tan skin, dark brown eyes like galaxies.

He tilted his head as you made eye contact.

You raised an eyebrow at Jeon Jungkook.

He raised his hand and curled his fingers to him.

You opened your mouth and curled your tongue to you.

Your friend poked you. “Uh… what are you doing…?”

You smirked at Jungkook and a wave of uncertainty rippled across his features.

“Talking. Get up.”

-

“You can’t leave me with him.”

You cocked your head. “Sure, I can, darlin’.”

Spun her around and threw her into Kim Taehyung’s arms. He jumped slightly, surprised by your sudden appearance and the welcome intrusion. Split second of his inquiring eyes and you did a little wave of your hand with a wink. Your friend clutched Taehyung’s biceps, gawking at you in a panic, but you ignored it, noting the way his fingertips settled on her elbows, keeping her close.

“Talk about the art you’re gonna make tonight.”

The corner of his lips rose.

“W-Wait – o-oh, hello, wow…”

You turned around, letting it go where it was meant to go.

“Hey.”

The background common, the melody classic, the bass throughout every body in this room, and this was the vibe that had been heard before, the only difference being those in it, the eye contact that was fresh and different.

You looked up at him. No nerves.

“Hey.”

You leaned forward and breathed in deep. Fresh and sharp with a hint of sweet. Ticked your head, up tan skin and silver, connecting with dark brown framed in ice-blue from a box.

“You smell nice,” you said to Jeon Jungkook.

A sharp inhale at your calm remark. Then he leaned down. Closer. You didn’t move. Bold. Narrowing his eyes and you smirked a little, closer, just a little closer, waiting for that moment that you would pull back, once he was a little–

Jungkook curved his path and inhaled next to your ear.

“You smell nice too,” he murmured in his silky-smooth voice.

Oh?

He drew back with a smile. “Smokey and sugary.”

His eyes glimmered with something new.

You smiled back.

“Where there’s smoke, there’s fire.”

He raised an eyebrow, cocking his head.

“Wanna go somewhere with me?”

-

“Thought you were gonna take me to the back.”

“That’s not really my style, although it’s probably yours.”

“Actually, it’s not.”

Jungkook handed her the refill of whiskey and she took it, her fingertips brushing against his. A shivering spark danced through his fingers and disappeared as she pulled away. He noted her nail polish was dark, dark red, layers of sparkling glitter under garnet. He caught her eye. She took a sip, elegant hand surrounded by red fur, her expression asking him, what?

“You have a reputation,” he said with a shrug.

“Yeah?” She gave him a wry smile. “You too. Girls talk about you.”

He toyed with his lip ring, annoyed. “It’s all lies.”

“There’s truth to every lie.”

He frowned.

He didn’t have to prove anything.

“Why didn’t you call Taehyung back?”

They were walking along the walls now, away from the party, her hands to herself and his hands to himself. He was walking backwards carefully, sliding against the wall, watching the fur and mesh and legs, closer up now to see the waist he would like to hold, the collarbones waiting for his kiss, but he didn’t make any visible indication that he was interested, treading with caution.

There was no impatience in her air.

“I don’t call anyone back.”

“Why not?”

“Bad habits and I don’t trust myself with people.”

Jungkook stopped and she stopped in front of him, leaning against the wall. Could have leaned against him if she wanted to, but she didn’t, stopping with space between them, not even a brush of fur against his hoodie.

“Why not?”

“Do you trust me?” she asked nonchalantly.

He stared into her eyes.

She waited.

“… No.”

She smirked. “Ouchie.”

“I don’t know you.”

“Nobody does. I keep it that way.”

She spun around him, slow steps, and now she was the one following the wall, drink in hand, on the outskirts of the party with him where the music was softest and where they were the most alone, the smell of him and they smell of her mixing together, lingering and disappearing like lucid dreams.

“Why?”

“Easier than calling someone back.”

Jungkook tilted his head. She gave him this look. He thought about it. Those eyes, those lips, the glow of her skin, and, yeah, maybe it was too scary thinking about calling someone back, maybe it was too much hoping someone could reciprocate. Thinking about what if the feeling wasn’t the same. Even if the feeling was only a little, he would feel the need to cling onto it, hoping it would turn into more but it never did, it never would, and the calls would become less and less, until they just disappeared, leaving him wondering why he cared.

“You look like bad news, but you’re a book deep down, aren’t you?”

Jungkook broke out of his thoughts at her question, his eyes darting to her face.

“Why do you say that?”

She smiled. “You went pensive in the midst of our conversation even though you could be staring at my tits or trying to put your hand between my legs.”

“Why would I do that when you don’t want it?”

She opened her mouth, but then there was a pause, like a lull in the melody of their song. She stared at him, and he waited, looking back.

“You could just dive in, but you’re asking me questions,” she said softly.

He leaned against the wall.

“You too.”

Jungkook stared into her eyes.

They were like galaxies.

The song playing slowed to the bridge and so did time – or at least it seemed like it. Right before the beat drop, when the singer’s voice softened, melodic, and time went with it, dreamy words in semi-silence, and he could see it, what he would have done if it was someone else, if the moment rewound and he was walking past the first time, their eyes connecting, if it had been someone else, if he hadn’t been surprised, letting himself linger, leaning in, tempting promises, maybe even a passing touch, maybe being chased after, maybe taking the easy fling, but now in front of him was red fur, questions, and eyes like galaxies, burning with the fire of the stars themselves.

“I’m an easy target for you, aren’t I?” Jungkook whispered to her, so low that only she could hear because she was right in front of him, smokey and sugary against his fresh and sweet, somehow almost chest to chest now, gazing into each other’s eyes.

Her plush lips parted.

Jungkook wondered what it would be like to kiss them.

“You scare me,” she whispered back.

And then her eyes shifted and she began to walk away from him.

-

A hand grabbed your arm, clasping tight.

“Where are you going–?”

Your wrist twisted and your grasped Jeon Jungkook’s forearm, squeezing it tight, so tight he gasped at your sudden grip.

“They’re going upstairs.”

Your eyes followed the sparkle of purple behind broad-shouldered black, dark brown waves hiding her face and her smile. Your legs were already walking, dragging Jungkook along at his own insistence, placing your glass on a spare table and abandoning it, watching your surroundings with a discerning eye.

“It’s only Taehyung? Didn’t you guys fuck? Don’t you trust him?”

“I make sure my friends are safe, regardless of who it is.”

“She’ll be fine, she’s–”

“She’s a girl.”

On the stairs.

“So–”

You whipped your head around, glaring daggers, but Jungkook had paused himself, looking up at you with wide eyes.

He squeezed your arm reassuringly.

“I’m sorry. I get it now.”

You let go of him.

Jungkook didn’t let go of you.

Instead, he nudged you with his hold, ticking his head to the top of the stairs.

You looked away and he was dragged along, sliding in between the people, him saying excuse me, excuse us, you ignoring everyone, eyes following sparkling purple, her hand on his upper arm and her head on his shoulder, Taehyung’s frame towering over hers protectively, and it wasn’t him, he was a teddy bear, but your eyes trailed up and down the hall, watching everyone around you, searching for malicious intent. Jungkook stayed behind you, body heat close and his hand still buried into red fur.

You just never fucking know.

“You alright?”

You slowed, watching Taehyung and your roommate slip into a bedroom, locking the door.

Waited.

Every nerve on high alert.

Jungkook came close, his hand sliding up, rubbing your shoulder.

“You wanna stay here for a sec?”

“Yeah,” you said to the air. “You can go back down.”

“No. I’ll stay with you.”

You glanced at him and Jungkook gave you a half-smile.

“My friend’s in that room too.”

Someone pushed into him and Jungkook slammed his free hand against the wall to avoid colliding into you.

“Oh, shit, sorry, dude, my bad.”

“S’nothing,” Jungkook mumbled, his warm breath against your temple.

Fresh and sweet lingered with smoke and sugar.

His eyes went down. “You okay?”

Your eyes went up. “I’m always okay.”

He lingered for a second and backed up. “Me too.”

You finally breathed. “Cool.”

He gave you this look. Stepped closer, his shoulder against the wall so no one else bumped into him, lowering his hand. You could tell he wanted to ask, but you didn’t answer his call, your eyes going from the people to him, hyperaware, because one time, just one single time, one time you weren’t aware of your surroundings, one time you were too self-absorbed in teasing dick and some bad things happened, not to you but to a former friend, strength in numbers and all that, but bad shit happened anyway and you wished you could take it back, it wasn’t your fault, you didn’t do it, but maybe it was, you felt like it was, you should have been more aware, and that person couldn’t talk to you anymore, you remind me too much of that night, I’m sorry, I can’t be friends with you.

“You care a lot.”

“Don’t you?”

“I don’t know if I care that much about Taehyung.”

“It’s different.”

“Yeah. I know. Well, I don’t know, but I figure, as in, I figured it out, er, it makes sense, I’m sorry that it’s like that, not that I’ve done anything, but on behalf of men I’m sorry that some of us suck kinda bad, not that kind of suck–”

“Do you always talk this much?”

A small pause.

His fresh and sweet a tiny bit closer.

“Sometimes. When I don’t know what to say.”

You clicked your tongue, still wary, eyes darting all over. “I can kiss you with my eyes open, will you shut up then?”

“We can’t do that.”

Your eyes stilled, on his face beside yours. Dark brown orbs on you and something was different. You could feel the bass through the walls from the speakers, and suddenly you were aware that Jungkook could feel it too, the bass, your body line, his body line, almost touching, and you could tell he wanted to, but you could also tell that when he looked into your eyes, all he saw were lonely nights.

Holding his phone, calling yours.

His galaxies asking you now, would you let it ring?

You remembered his hips on the dance floor.

“Are you scared?” you breathed.

Jungkook lowered his head.

“Yeah, I’m scared of you.”

You waited.

This wasn't even your house. These weren't your walls. The bed in the other room wasn't yours. It wasn't like you were going to smell his cologne on your sheets or see his head against your pillows. You weren't going to have to wake him up in the morning and tell him to leave. You weren't going to have to wake him up in the morning and struggle to tell him to leave. You weren't going to wake up in the morning knowing you would have to wake him up and never call him again.

You leaned in.

Stopped.

Ice-blue bombshell right at your fingertips.

You heard a familiar moan.

You raised your eyebrows.

Jungkook grinned, centimeters from your face. "I think they're having fun."

You didn't move away. Neither did he.

"I have a reputation," you mumbled. "A bad one."

Your lashes lowered. So did his.

"Me too," he murmured. "People talk a lot about stuff they don't know."

Not yet touching, looking down, his chest of rippling cobalt and white, yours of layered see-through black and red underneath, and you could see his tattooed hand, fingertips extended, very close to yours now.

He whispered your name under his breath, making it sound like smoke and sugar.

"Testing it?" Your voice was so quiet that only he could hear. "Just in case?"

You peeked at his smile. "Something like that."

Still weren't touching yet.

Fingertips so close, so close.

"I'm not easy, you know."

"I saw you on the dance floor. You're only a tease. Good. But a tease."

Jungkook chuckled at your response.

"It depends on who I'm dancing with."

He touched your fingertips, searing the memory of his touch into your mind. You gasped against his lips, your eyes snapping up into his, and he was looking back, dark brown galaxies glimmering, strands of ice-blue surrounding them.

"I want to dance with you."

-

He almost thought she was going to run.

"Do you want to dance with me?"

She still hadn't said anything.

He almost pulled away but then her fingers interlocked with his, covering his hand and finger tattoos with her hold, squeezing, skin to skin, and she was the fire, red, red fire, a wisp of a second and then there was no more air.

"Jungkook."

Right after, her lips on his, pressing into his lip ring, her other hand reaching up and gripping his hoodie, yanking him closer, and Jungkook did not resist, he tumbled into it, so soft but there was a roughness to it, her tongue dancing in the outskirts of the kiss, toying with his lip ring a little, and his other hand came up and landed in her hip, sliding up to her waist, pressing her against the wall, his blue hair fanning over her forehead and hers brushing against his face and shoulders, filling all space with the scent of smoke and sugar, and he was burning, burning with kisses and gasps and dancing tongue, teasing him, and it was a fleeting moment...

Right?

He tried so, so hard not to have those. He didn't want to get attached and have anyone break his heart, but, come on, it wasn't that serious, all that hesitation that led up to this moment was only... only...

Precautions.

Right.

... Fuck.

She tasted so good.

Felt so nice holding her waist in one hand and her hand in the other.

"Just testing..." she breathed against his lips, heavy with desire. "In case... anything happens."

Jungkook had her pinned against the wall and her hand was still clutching his hoodie, fingers digging into the fabric.

"Yeah..." he panted. "'Cause nothing might."

She smirked, her tongue flickering at the side of her mouth.

"Something like that."

-

Door slam.

Lock.

Gasp.

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit…

Hands on your waist, squeezing tight, your arms around his neck, lips to lips, metal on flesh, nipping at his, his silvery moan, moaning in sweet descent of your lips going down his neck. Leaving a trail of kisses, kisses that led to tongue, tongue drawing his name on his own skin, shit, he sounded so good, shit, he smelled so good, shit, he tasted so good, power under your lips, ice-blue bombshell melting in your hands, turning into a mess as you gripped his hair and pulled him close, your teeth on his ear, whispering, hot and low.

“Just so we’re clear…”

Through the wall was the violent slapping of ass to hips and moans in unison.

You pushed Jungkook’s hair away from his ear, messing it up and pushing it to one side, placing kisses on the curve, making him shudder.

Lingered.

Then you changed what you were going to say.

“I’m not actually scared of you or anything.”

He chuckled deep in his chest, his hands on your ass.

“Me neither.”

Breath trembling against each other’s skin, so hot and dishonest.

“I just said it to say it.”

“Yeah, me too.”

Your hands were traveling, traveling, all over his hair, running your fingers through it, stroking the back of his neck, beat and bass of the music still audible, down his back, tracing out the muscles, raising your head so both of you were now eyes to eyes, stars to stars, watching each other under lowered lashes, fanning your fingertips over his back, watching his breath catch, feeling his hips collide with yours, hard to soft, beat and bass, ghosting kiss, your tongue flicking his lip ring.

Jungkook’s hips swayed, holding yours, making you follow.

Your hands slid under the bottom hem of his hoodie and up his bare back.

“You wanna dance right now?” you teased.

He grinned. “Yeah.” His grin softened to a smile, leaning in, light kisses, feathering them like dreams, his hope against your lips. “Still not sure if anything is gonna happen between you and I.”

In some random bedroom.

At some random party.

Your roommate and your past fling fucking in the room next door.

Ice-blue bombshell in your hands, his back muscles under your nails.

You made a choice.

“Hey.”

Dark brown orbs locked with yours.

“Let’s stop lying. I wanna fuck you.”

You raked your nails down his back.

Jungkook gasped and arched against you, pressing his chest to yours, moaning in your mouth and then you took his moan away with a kiss, drinking it in, tongue to tongue, stumbling deeper into the random bedroom.

-

Please call me back.

She gripped his hoodie and dragged it up.

Even if you don’t answer right away, please look at my name and consider calling me back.

He lifted his arms and yanked it off, tossing it aside, cold air onto hot skin.

“Fuck…”

Jungkook untangled from his clothes and saw that she was staring at his body, her fingers dancing up his tattooed arm, her other hand on his abs, sliding up, her eyes on his again, burning galaxies, trailing over his skin, leaning forward, his heart beating fast, gasping at the first kiss of lips to his chest, following her fingertips, circling him, kiss after kiss, little fires blossoming over his skin, him looking down, watching with hazy eyes.

Mesmerized by the flames.

His hands lingered over her form as she made her way over his left side, tongue circling his nipple and sucking on it lightly, a strange but arousing sensation, onto his upper arm, entranced by that body line enhanced by a tight dress and the short fur coat. His eyes kept following until she was right behind him, her kiss on his spine.

“W-What…?”

He sucked in a tight breath as he felt her nimble tongue on the small of his back and drag up, shivering at the contact, up, wet and dripping and hot, up his back, in between his shoulder blades, right to the base of his neck.

Holy…

Shit.

Her nails dug into his back, raking down, her heated breath on his wet skin.

“You’re sexy,” she whispered to his neck.

Her hands curled around his waist, fingers splayed, spreading over his torso, up his chest, pressing his body against hers, her covered breasts to his naked back.

Jungkook placed his hands on top of hers, so short of breath he needed a second to catch it.

Shit.

“You too,” he gasped.

Shit.

Her hand slid down his belly, his own carried along. She spoke to the back of his neck, low murmur, eliciting shudders, building anticipation, and he wanted it.

Oh, shit.

“You would look good on top of me.”

Her touch molded to his hardness, rocking her hips into his, slow and easy, their rhythm now, following their own music of heavy breathing and soft moans, body to body, stroking him through his shorts, her soft thighs against his hard ones, in some random bedroom, at some random party, and he was falling into the fire, his tone deepening, his free hand traveling down too, pushing, listening and feeling her hitched breath on the back of his neck.

“I would look good under you too,” Jungkook breathed and shoved her hand under his clothes.

Taut, pulsing skin to firm touch, and he was losing his mind.

“Fuck…!”

Stroking up and down, holding his chest to her back, caressing him from behind, his shorts half pushed down his ass, his hand guiding hers to hold him, the faintest whimper escaping his lips, and then her fingers closed in around his stiff, trembling length, one by one.

“I love your voice,” she mumbled into his neck, her lips to his skin. “It’s so beautiful.”

Jungkook moaned, his eyelids fluttering, the world shifting between dark and faint light, her fingertip teasing his nipple as she slowly jacked him off, kissing the back of his neck, and he wanted to say, please don’t say things like that, you’re making me fall more, but he didn’t want to admit it, to her or to himself, rushes of pleasure and measured softness, rolling his hips into it to extend each stroke, gasping at the squeeze of the head, his core tensing, her fingers fanned over his racing heart, rubbing his nipple with her palm, just the right pressure. Faint, dainty kisses.

“More?”

He could barely think.

“Less?”

“Fuck, you’re g-good like this, feels so fucking good, o-o-oh…”

She stopped.

Removed her hand.

Before Jungkook could protest, cry out, or fathom another word, he heard her licking her hand, drenching her palm and fingers with saliva, and then she gripped his twitching cock once more, slick and unyielding.

“Oh, fuck!”

She forced him against her chest, clenching her jaw, warm chuckle on his skin.

Fast, rough, amazing.

“Fuck my hand, come on, fuck my hand like it’s my pussy.”

His hips were already moving, not waiting for him, vicious waves of pleasure rippling through his body, sinful groan and gripping her arm and her hand around his cock, ramming his hips into that tight, wet hold, his shorts and underwear falling to his knees and slipping down his tense calves, but he didn’t notice and he didn’t care, feeling her elbow lock so he couldn’t move, trapping him in her fire, kisses on his neck and upper back, losing, losing his mind, losing his thoughts, only pleasure, only fucking, only feeling, so good, the pressure, the hold, the tightness, so good he could get used to it, want it, crave it, the kiss and the prison, closer, closer, closer, chasing it, hips rocking, almost, almost, almost.

He cried out and clamped his hand down on hers, squeezing the head of his cock forcefully.

“Fuck!”

Blinding almost pain and erotic denied pleasure, his eyes rolling back and his entire body trembling, leaking pre-cum all over her fingers, on the edge and yanking himself back, near-little-death experience.

Her fingertips on top of his thundering heartbeat, soft voice with a hint of concern.

“Are… you okay?”

She shifted behind him and rubbed his chest, nudging the side of his head with her nose.

“I… am always… okay…”

Jungkook panted, slowly letting go of her hand.

She chuckled, lightly kissing his ear. “Why did you do that?”

He looked down at the rug below them. “Didn’t want to cum on some random person’s rug. Cops might come find my ass.”

She backed up, laughing in genuine amusement. “I guess I didn’t think about that.”

“Also, it’d be a waste.”

He turned and she was smiling at him.

Waiting for him.

“Yeah.”

She opened her mouth and let her tongue hang downward.

He grinned.

-

His clothes were all over the floor.

You were still wearing all of yours.

He was in the euphoria of heaven.

You were trying not to breathe.

Drew back, your tongue tracing the shape, hard and pulsing underneath your lips, dripping down his length and lapping it back up. Jungkook was watching you, his fingers digging into the bed, watching you dive down and swallow it all once again, tongue swirling around his girth as you went down, down, shoving the head into your throat, as far as it would go and then deeper, squeezing all around in a steady rhythm, amused as he fell apart under you.

“F-Fuck, that’s so good, ah, p-please…”

Slowly licking up and down his length, your head unmoving but your throat constricting around him, a myriad of sensations that flowed into one another, saliva, tongue, lips, throat. Sucking, licking, toying from the sensitive tip to the tops of his balls, surrounded by his taste and his cologne, clean, fresh, sweet, and building the pace slow, gradual, passionate.

He gasped, grabbing the other pillow and jamming it under his head, never taking his eyes off you.

You cocked an eyebrow at him.

Placed your hands on his hips and pinned him to the bed, faster, more intense, your tongue shadowing your pace, lips soft, throat tight, head up and down, and his eyelids fluttered, low and sweet moans, all some variation of, you’re so good, holy fuck, I don’t even know what you’re doing, it’s so fucking good, you chuckled internally, so he was part of the vast majority that thought those weak, sloppy porn blowjobs were the real deal, tsk tsk, well, you were showing him what the real deal was, and you smirked around his cock, bobbing your head up and down.

Licked his balls every time your descended.

“Oh, shit…! Are you… oh my God…?”

You let the flickers of pink tongue show, choking yourself a bit with the depth you were taking him and your tongue being extended so far, but you refused to gag. You didn’t. His eyes on you, wide in disbelief, sparkling at the edges, his arms up and clutching the pillows, giving you a great view of his flexed arms and underarm tattoos.

Well.

You couldn’t disappoint him.

The sound, wet and lewd sucking, the sight, keeping your eyes on him as you got him off, the scent, fresh and sweet mixing with smoke and sugar, all over his thighs and cock, the touch, fire and ice, his body succumbing to the crackling shivers, straining under your fingertips but you kept him there, digging your nails into his hips, forcing him down, rippling muscle and overwhelming tension, and Jungkook was desperately trying not to break your speed and pace, his moans deepening, louder, so delicious, so uninhibited, so close, and then.

The taste.

“I’m gonna cum, fuck!”

Exploding into your mouth, his hips bucking violently, shooting a thick spurt straight into the back of your throat and you held him down, feeling it again, his hard cock shivering and streaming more, his cum filling your throat, closing your eyes, so good, damn, gulping it down and hearing his whimper, slow rubs of the tip against the roof of your mouth and swallowing in tiny measured sips, letting him have the euphoric rush over and over and over, dribbling more and more, delirious with pleasure, your name slipping out of his lips, silvery, lovely, the kind of tone that made someone feel exclusive.

You circled your tongue slowly, licking him all around, taut skin shivering, keeping him hard, listening to his heavy breathing, your eyes still closed.

Imagining him on your bed, in your room, surrounded by your things, all yours.

You opened your eyes, vanquishing the mental image.

Jungkook cracked open his eyes, his forehead glistening, strands of ice-blue clinging to his skin.

“That was… fucking amazing…”

You popped your mouth off leisurely, leaving wet, dirty kisses that made him jump under you.

His mouth was open, heavy exhale, jaw sharp, so, so sexy on his elbows, halfway up on the bed.

You bounced his still-hard cock with your tongue, staring at him.

“Hah… hah… w-what?”

You felt the side of your lips rise.

“Just thinking your family photos must be nice if your face looks like that even after getting the best blowjob of your life.”

You saw his smile and it was a bright, endearing one.

You half-expected him to make some smart remark, but instead.

“The family photos could use a beautiful face like yours.”

Shit.

His pink tongue slid out and pushed his lip ring back and forth anxiously.

You smirked.

“You don’t even know what the pussy is like yet.”

Jungkook paused, his teeth catching the left side of his lip. “Fuck. I didn’t bring a condom.”

Here.

Here was the point that you usually stopped, hit rewind, next time then, backing up, knowing the response, wait, no, please, give me your number, I’ll make it up to you, watching them chase after you with amusement, fumbling with their phones, plucking it from their hands, typing it in and slinking out, never intending to answer any of their calls.

Some people came prepared though so, sometimes, if they were worth it, you let them tap it. Like Taehyung. He came very prepared. He was very worth it.

Your hand was still on Jungkook’s thigh.

You raised your head, gazing into those galaxies.

He breathed your name.

Yearning.

Longing.

Craving.

You ticked your head teasingly.

Reached into the pocket of your red fur coat.

-

“I didn’t think I’d see anyone I would want – oh, fuck me!”

Her red fur coat was tossed onto the bed. She had removed her panties as he rolled down the condom she had provided. He looked up as he was talking, trying to explain why he wasn’t prepared, and she was spreading her pretty pussy lips, and then sank right down onto his dick.

So, yeah, he didn’t have the most intelligent response.

She smacked her hips down and every expletive he knew flew out of his mouth all at once, suffocating tightness and disbelief rendering him frozen in shock, seeing his own wide eyes reflected in her shimmering galaxies. Wide smirk, snickering at him, and he was aware that this was embarrassing, but he couldn’t keep up.

“W-Wait, doesn’t that h-hurt, don’t you need to–”

She yanked her dress up and over her head, and he, mortifyingly, gasped as her tits bounced out.

She threw it behind her.

Placed her arms on his shoulders.

“You’re right,” she replied calmly.

Her pussy squeezed him.

Oh.

No.

She pulsed her muscles around his length and his cock twitched and became even harder.

Shit, I’m fucked, she has muscle control!

Jungkook was truly screwed in both senses of the word.

First.

The pleasure.

Like fire, it spread fast and it was relentless, already all over his body and searing him with the memory.

She rolled her hips and he gasped, throwing his hands back to plant them on the bed, grimacing to avoid exploding in two seconds, looking down, the slow wave of her hips, smothering his length with wet warmth and massaging muscles, shit, steady pace, shit, shit, shit, slow and deep, and he was afraid to look up, he really was, her fingers running through his hair, flicking the sweat off his forehead, pushing his head back.

His eyes travelled up her body. Full hips, pretty waist, beautiful breasts, and then the face, his eyes lingering on lips, eyes, cheeks, thinking to himself, I’m goona be real fucked up later when you don't call me back, shit, his lashes lowering, hiding a little, falling, falling for her, into the burning stars in the galaxies of her eyes, wordlessly asking.

Are you in love with me yet?

She smiled, leaning in.

Please tell me you are.

Soft lips, lush and delicious, slowly fucking him through the kiss.

Please be as into me as I am into you.

“Let me fuck you,” Jungkook gasped into her lips. “Please.”

She hooked her legs around his waist, burying him all the way inside, so deep and so tight, making them both moan into each other’s mouths.

“Roll over,” she murmured. “I’ll hold onto you.”

She pressed her naked body against his. He rolled them over, a little awkwardly, but there was something fun and dirty about it. Jungkook felt her smile against his. She let go a little, falling into the pillows and he looked down at her, seeing her hair flare out over the linens, half-lidded eyes sly and playful, rocking her hips up into him, a low moan leaving his lips, too absorbed with the image of her under him.

Imagined her on his bed, in his room, surrounded by his things, all his.

Something hurt, but it wasn’t physical.

Her hands left his shoulders. Jungkook felt the loss. A different kind of weight descended onto them.

Her fingers sank into his hips and yanked him to her.

He gasped, sliding in into that warm tightness all the way, again, tingling nerves stinging under his skin.

“Can’t wait,” she whispered, fiery and breathless. “Want you, right now, right now.”

The rush was so immense that Jungkook was lost for words.

Her hips rising, smacking into his, fucking him from below, and he met each and every gratifying smack with vicious desire, hard and loud and so fucking wet that he could hear it, lewd squelches and smacks, her hands falling, flying up to the headboard, pushing back against him, his pants of exertion and her moans, wispy and sweet, like smoke and sugar, locked with his eyes, his lust reflecting in hers, chasing a feeling, making a memory, harder and deeper, throbbing shivers, flames coursing through his veins. His ice-blue hair was falling into the edges of his vision, his head lowering, sloppy kisses, ruining the rhythm a little so he could last a little longer and just so…

Just so he could taste those lips again.

Feel them on his, pressing into his lip ring, firm and secure.

Drawing back, thrusting hard to hear her moan his name, sultry and saturated with desire.

“Like that, fuck, like that…”

She felt so good. Looked so fucking sexy. He loved it. He wanted it for a long, long time.

Maybe forever.

“I could… get used… to this.”

She smirked at his words between pants.

He thought she would say, well, don’t.

“You won’t.”

Basically, the same thing.

“I’ll get better every time you get better.”

Or not.

He cocked an eyebrow. “You think?”

“I know.”

She thrust upwards roughly and he bit back a groan at the pulsing squeeze and loud, visceral squelch that resonated throughout the room, surely heard through the thin walls, becoming one with the music of the house party.

She tilted her head, grinning.

Jungkook clenched his jaw, his hands and arms next to her head.

“Call me, then.”

And then he squeezed his eyes shut and fucked her as hard as he could, deep rather than fast, the bed screaming under them, rhythmic squeaks mixing with her gasps, yes, fuck, yes, giving it his all, trying not to give in to the continuous pulsing around his twitching cock, grabbing her legs, pushing them up, sandwiching them between their chests, her juicy thighs flush to beating heart, getting that deeper angle, so good that he couldn’t speak anymore, losing himself in the pleasure.

“Oh, f-fuck, Jungkook…!”

It all crashed down, gloriously, in an instant.

Constricting pressure, rush of sweet-sour juices, splattering onto the inside of his thighs and shivering walls molding into his stiff, throbbing length that jerked and shot into the condom, immediate ecstasy, primal need gratified, soaring from the high, savoring the flinching jolts that ransacked his hips and drove him forward.

He gasped her name and opened his eyes.

Her eyes on his face, lips parted, erotic exhale, shimmering gaze burning with stars of her galaxies, framed by lashes, reaching up, pulling him down. Her lashes lowered, her eyes closing and so did his, in darkness with her arms around him, her lips touching his.

She whispered so, so softly that Jungkook wouldn’t have heard it if he didn’t recognize the question.

“Do you trust me?”

The aftershocks of orgasm hummed through his body.

“Yeah.”

She pressed her lips to his and kissed him.

Kissed him and kissed him, his arms cradling her head and her hands in his hair.

-

You handed him his phone back.

“That’s how you do it, huh? Give ‘em mind-blowing orgasms so they beg you for your number?”

You tilted your head at him.

“Does it work for you?”

Jungkook turned sheepish. “I don’t try to lead anyone on.”

“Neither do I.”

He held his phone for a moment and then tucked it into his pocket.

“Was it always like this for you? Did it always mean this little?”

You looked at this ice-blue bombshell sitting beside you on this messy, sexed-up bed that did not belong to either of you.

“No,” you admitted. “I do it to punish myself because I did something bad.”

“How long?”

“What?”

Jungkook leaned his head against your shoulder, looking up at you with those big brown eyes, small galaxies. “How long does your punishment last?” he asked softly.

Your gaze lowered. His hand was on top of yours that was resting on your thigh.

“I don’t know.”

He pressed his lips to your shoulder. A soft kiss on your invisible weight.

“Call me back when you know.”

-

Jeon Jungkook called you the next morning.

You didn’t answer.

Let it go to voicemail.

Stared at the ceiling, thinking.

How long does your punishment last?

You had made sure your roommate got home safely, got her everything she needed. Hangover meds, water, breakfast waiting in the kitchen when she woke up, made her tell you at least five times that she was okay.

“Am I the one who has to be okay?” she laughed sleepily as you tucked her into bed. “I think you need to check if you’re okay.”

You laid in your bed, thinking.

How long? Years. Your fault? No. Lost a friend? Yes. Did they blame you? No. Do you blame you? Yes. Was it really your fault? No. Never was. Did you try to be better? Yes, all the time. Was it enough? Don’t know. Didn’t feel like enough, but then again, the only one rating you was yourself and you were being deliberately unfair.

So.

How long?

You took a couple days to think.

To really think, not just pathetically overcompensate.

The world was a cruel, cruel place. Hardships were by chance. A random lottery of misfortunes that knew not the difference of character between individuals, no rhyme or reason. They just were and people just had to deal. You knew this. You told everyone else this.

Why were you cruel to yourself, then?

Was this really the deal or did you make up the rules? And when will you allow yourself to unmake them? Nothing had changed if nothing had changed. Nothing will change if nothing will change.

You picked up your phone, nearly a week later.

Stared at the missed call.

Pressed the call button and raised it to your ear.

-

“She called you back.”

Jungkook frowned. “But it’s the weekend.”

Taehyung shrugged. “So?”

He had a strange feeling. “Isn’t that a bad sign?”

“Bro, she called you back. She never calls anyone back.”

Jungkook felt a flutter of unease, excitement, and anticipation all rolled into one. He glanced at his phone again, the contact’s name, the returned call, and he found he missed it, the voice, the whisper in his ear, the fingertips of his skin, the kisses and nails down his back, but there was so, so much danger in that fire, and was he fireproof? Was he fireproof to the special moment that he knew he would remember forever? The way she touched him and the simple bliss it was.

The sensuality and confidence in a fingertip.

“I shouldn’t.”

“Uh, you definitely should, because I gotta see that roommate of hers again.” Taehyung grinned boyishly, repeatedly nudging his arm. “Come on. Double date, double bang. Do it for hyung.”

Maybe he didn’t need to protect himself at all.

Maybe all he needed to do was be just as hot. Match the temperature.

Burn brighter together.

“Do it for hyung.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m answering the damn call…” Jungkook grumbled, but only in annoyance at Taehyung’s behavior, hiding his smile with the side of his phone, listening to the rings. One. Two. Three.

Fou–

A voice smoother than butter.

“Hey.”

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( the vmin friendship bracelets )