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emails.

bad idea. he checked them anyway.

twenty-three unread messages. he answered four and ignored the rest.

he opened a news article.

closed it.

opened a spreadsheet.

closed that too.

nothing held his attention for longer than thirty seconds. his thumb drifted toward instagram without him consciously deciding to open it. the search bar already knew exactly what he was looking for.

your name appeared immediately. jungkook froze. then stared at it. for a very long time. he should not. absolutely not. 

he was a grown man. a ceo. a father. this was weird. creepy, even.

he clicked it immediately. your profile picture was exactly what he expected. a smiling selfie. pink lip gloss. big eyes. sunlight.

you looked brighter somehow, less careful.

his chest tightened. this wasn’t nanny you. this wasn’t the version that politely asked if he wanted coffee.

this was just… you.

he scrolled. a picture with your mother. another with friends. a carousel from your college’s football game. a mirror selfie. a badly decorated valentine’s cookie. a blurry picture of a sunset. a photo of a romance manga with little heart emojis in the caption.

jungkook smiled before he could stop himself. you were exactly what he imagined: sweet, earnest, hopelessly romantic.

the realization made something warm settle in his chest. then he kept scrolling. and things got worse because every new picture somehow made him like you more.

there was no carefully curated influencer aesthetic, no attempts to look cool, no thirst traps. just… you. your lunch, your dog, your mom, and your favorite manga.

there was a picture of pink flowers with a caption that simply read: pretty :)

jungkook laughed softly.

out loud.

alone.

at two thirty in the morning, like a man losing his mind.

then he found the video. his stomach dropped immediately.

it was in your highlights. you were sitting on your bedroom floor, hair wrapped in a ladybug bonnet, face bare, talking directly to the camera about your favorite manga. something called fruits basket.

but your voice… your real voice was different. not a careful employee voice.

you laughed halfway through the video and covered your mouth. the sound hit him directly in the chest. jungkook replayed it.

then immediately stared at the ceiling.

“what the fuck am i doing?”

the words echoed through the empty hotel room.

no answer came.

because deep down, he already knew.

he wasn’t looking at your instagram because he was curious.

he was looking because he missed you.

and somehow…

that realization was the most terrifying part of all.

he didn’t remember falling asleep.

one second he was staring at the ceiling.

in the next, there was sunlight.

warm sunlight, soft sunlight. the kind that filtered through white curtains and painted everything gold. jungkook blinked slowly. for a moment, he didn’t know where he was.

this wasn’t his bedroom. it was smaller, cozier. wooden beams stretched across the ceiling. lace curtains fluttered softly beside an open window. somewhere outside, he could hear birds singing.

and then he felt it. warmth beside him. his heart stopped.

you.

you were curled against his side beneath a cream-colored blanket, asleep.

your curls were messy from sleep, spilling across the pillow. your cheek was squished against his shoulder.

you somehow looked prettier like this.

his chest tightened painfully. because it felt real. so real. as though this was simply his life. as though he'd been waking up beside you for years.

your eyelashes fluttered, then your eyes slowly opened.

the second you saw him, you smiled. not surprised. not shy. just happy, like seeing him was your favorite part of every morning.

"good morning."

your voice was still sleepy with a slight rasp. jungkook couldn't answer.

you giggled softly.

"good morning, husband."

his heart nearly exploded. husband?

the word wrapped around him like a warm blanket. before he could respond, you scooted closer until your face was tucked against his neck.

"you were sleeping so hard,” you teased.

you pressed a kiss beneath his jaw.

then another.

and another.

it was small, sweet and absentminded, like you couldn't help yourself.

jungkook stared at the ceiling. he certain he was about to die.

"what?" you laughed softly.

he finally looked down. your eyes were shining, filled with so much affection it made his chest ache.

"nothing," he managed.

your smile grew.

"liar."

you kissed his cheek.

his forehead.

the corner of his mouth.

every touch felt warm.

like he was something precious.

something worth loving. something worth taking care of. and god, he wanted this. he wanted this so badly it fucking hurt.

"come on," you whispered. "breakfast."

you climbed out of bed and immediately stole one of his sweaters hanging over a chair.

the sight almost took him out.

your legs disappeared beneath the oversized knit fabric. you looked impossibly cute.

jungkook followed you downstairs. the cottage felt like something out of a storybook. wood floors. wildflowers in glass jars. sunlight pouring through every window. outside, endless green fields stretched across rolling hills.

everything felt peaceful. slow. like time moved differently here.

you hummed while moving around the kitchen.

jungkook found himself leaning against the doorway simply watching. watching you reach for ingredients, sway softly to music only you could hear, simply exist.

he could've stood there forever. you glanced over your shoulder. caught him staring. smiled.

"you're doing it again."

"doing what?"

"looking at me like that."

his stomach flipped. you only laughed, then continued making breakfast.

completely unbothered. you seemed used to being adored. that was different.

a few minutes later, small footsteps echoed from upstairs.

"daddy!"

arin.

jungkook turned just in time to catch her launching herself into his arms. he laughed. the sound surprised even him. arin grinned, her missing front tooth on full display. she looked a year or two older.

"i'm hungry."

"that's convenient," you called from the kitchen. "because breakfast is almost ready."

"yay!"

jungkook looked between the two of you.

arin immediately ran toward you.

you kissed the top of her head without even thinking. arin wrapped her arms around your waist. you smiled down at her. jungkook's chest nearly burst. there was nothing forced about it.

you loved her and she loved you. like this was how it had always been. like this was how it was supposed to be. 

his family.

his girls.

his home.

for the first time in years, the loneliness was gone. the disgusting feeling that ate him alive on mornings like these had finally passed.

and as sunlight poured through the kitchen windows, illuminating both of you in gold, jungkook felt something dangerous settle deep inside his chest.

peace.

the kind he'd spent years searching for. he'd only ever found in one place: you.

arin tightened her arms around your waist. “mama,” she whined dramatically, “i'm starving.”

jungkook froze.

the word hit him like a freight train. mama.

you didn't even react. you simply brushed her hair behind her ear and smiled.

“well, that's why we're making breakfast, silly.”

mama.

jungkook swallowed hard.

because somehow it sounded right. dangerously right. you standing there in his sweater. arin wrapped around you. sunlight pouring through the windows.

mama.

his chest hurt.

“go sit down,” he said suddenly.

both of you looked at him.

“huh?” arin blinked.

“go sit on the couch.”

you tilted your head, “why?”

“because,” he said, moving toward the stove. “i've got breakfast.”

your eyes widened immediately.

“honey, are you sure?”

the petname made him feel warm inside. it was domestic in a way he didn’t know he craved.

“what's that supposed to mean?” he recovered.

arin gasped.

“mama doesn't believe in you.”

you covered your mouth to hide your laugh, “i absolutely believe in him.”

“liar,” jungkook muttered.

“okay,” you admitted. “a little.”

arin giggled.

the sound bounced around the cottage. jungkook couldn't stop smiling.

“couch,” he ordered.

“yes sir,” you teased.

he rolled his eyes. you took arin's hand and started toward the living room. halfway there, you suddenly slowed. then glanced back at him. there was something nervous in your expression. something shy.

your fingers twisted together, “jungkook?”

he looked up from the stove. “yeah?”

you bit your lip.

“should we tell her now?”

his heart stopped.

tell her?

for some reason, he knew exactly what you meant.

he looked at you. really looked at you. the soft sweater. the nervous smile. the way your hand slightly rested against your stomach.

and suddenly, he knew. 

he knew before you said anything. jungkook’s chest flooded with warmth so overwhelming it almost brought tears to his eyes.

yes.

yes.

of course.

he wanted this.

wanted it so badly it scared him.

his voice came out rough, “yeah.”

your smile trembled, “okay.”

arin looked between the two of you suspiciously, “tell me what?”

you laughed softly, “come here, baby.”

arin climbed onto the couch beside you immediately. you pulled her into your lap. jungkook abandoned breakfast entirely.

he couldn't focus on it anymore. he stood there watching his girls.

his family.

his entire world.

you tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, suddenly nervous.

“so...” you began.

arin's eyes widened.

“am i in trouble?”

“what?”

“that's how ms. herrera starts conversations with the bad kids.”

you burst out laughing.

jungkook laughed too.

“no, sweetheart.”

you kissed her cheek.

“you're not in trouble.”

“okay.”

“but daddy and i wanted to tell you something.”

arin immediately gasped.

“are we getting a puppy?”

“no.”

“a horse?”

“no.”

“a dragon?”

“i wish.”

arin frowned.

“then what?”

your hand slowly moved to your stomach. jungkook's breath caught. the sight alone nearly destroyed him. you looked beautiful.

glowing.

happy.

loved.

“there's a baby in my belly.”

silence.

arin stared.

completely frozen.

jungkook couldn't breathe.

the entire world seemed to pause.

“WHAT?”

the scream nearly shattered every window in the cottage.

you laughed.

“there's a baby in my belly.”

arin looked at your stomach.

then at you.

then at jungkook.

then back at your stomach.

“a real baby?”

“a real baby.”

“my baby?”

jungkook laughed, “our baby.”

arin shrieked. actually shrieked.

then almost launched herself at you so fast jungkook nearly had a heart attack.

“careful!” he yelled.

arin immediately froze.

“oh.”

you laughed so hard tears filled your eyes.

“thank you for being careful.”

“sorry.”

then her face lit up again.

“i'm gonna be a big sister!”

“you are.”

“i'm gonna teach the baby everything.”

“everything?”

“everything.”

you nodded solemnly.

“that's a very important responsibility.”

“i know.”

arin climbed into your lap again carefully this time, resting her cheek against your stomach.

“hi baby.”

jungkook nearly broke completely.

this was it.

this was everything.

the life he'd dreamed about.

the life he'd wanted.

the life he'd thought he lost forever.

you looked up at him from across the room. your eyes soft, teary, and so full of love.

for the first time in years, jungkook felt complete. completely and utterly complete.

then arin gasped again.

“can the baby have pancakes?”

then everything dissolved into laughter.

jungkook woke up with a jolt.

for a second, just a second, he smiled.

sunlight. warm kitchen. your voice laughing somewhere downstairs. he turned his head instinctively.

the bed was empty. cold. hotel white sheets. city lights leaking through heavy curtains. the hum of an air conditioner instead of birds.

silence. real silence. his smile faded so fast it felt like it had never existed. he stared at the ceiling, still half trapped in the dream.

mama.

the word echoed again. his throat tightened. he pressed the heel of his hand over his eyes, like he could physically push the feeling back down.

it didn’t work. because it wasn’t just the dream. it was what it showed him. what he wanted. what he didn’t have.

he let out a shaky breath and turned onto his side, but it didn’t help. the bed was too big. too empty. too clean in a way that felt wrong.

his phone lit up on the nightstand. missed calls. emails. reminders. none of it mattered.

his chest hurt in a way he couldn’t explain properly. like something was sitting there, heavy and alive, pressing into his ribs.

you were still there.

in his head.

smiling at him like he belonged somewhere soft.

like he belonged with you.

he swallowed hard.

in his dreams, you loved him back.

in his dreams, he cold hold you.

in his dreams, you were his.

now, he had nothing.

“fuck…”

his voice cracked on its own. that was what broke him. not the dream.

the fact that it felt more real than anything else in his life. he sat up slowly, elbows on his knees, hands covering his face again.

he wasn’t supposed to want this.

his daughter’s nanny.

his daughter to live in a home, not a house.

a home that wasn’t just glass walls and silence.

you.

especially you.

but the image wouldn’t leave.

you in his kitchen. your hand on his daughter’s hair. your voice saying his name like it mattered. like he mattered.

his breath stuttered.

he dragged a hand down his face, and only then realized it. he was crying. quietly.

like it was something he didn’t even notice until it was already happening. he leaned back against the headboard, staring at the ceiling again, eyes glassy.

“i can’t…”

but there was no audience for the lie.

no one to believe it. because the truth had already taken root in him too deeply. he closed his eyes again.

and all he could see was you saying good morning in that cottage light.

jungkook’s phone rang again before he could even fully steady his breathing.

he stared at the screen.

her name.

jungkook inhaled deeply.

he almost didn’t answer.

almost. then he did.

“what.”

a pause. 

then her voice, sharp and already irritated, like he was the inconvenience.

“you didn’t respond to my email.”

he leaned his head back against the hotel headboard, eyes closing for a second.

of course.

“i’ve been busy,” he said flatly.

a short laugh on the other end.

“you’re always busy, jungkook. that’s not an excuse.”

he exhaled slowly through his nose, staring at the ceiling again.

the dream still clung to him. like warmth he couldn’t wash off. it made this feel worse. everything felt worse after that dream.

“what do you want?” he asked.

“i need you to sign the amendment for the trust agreement. the accountant says it can’t move forward without your approval.”

he closed his eyes. there it was. paperwork. money. assets.

things that had once meant something between them but now just felt like debris from a life he didn’t recognize anymore.

“i’ll sign it,” he said. “send it again.”

“i already did.”

“then you’ll get it when i get to it.”

a beat of silence. then her voice sharpened.

“you always do this. like my time is nothing.”

he sat up slightly now, something tightening in his chest.

“your time?”

his voice lowered, “you haven’t seen your daughter in almost a year.”

that landed differently.

he could feel it even through the phone.

“don’t start that.”

he laughed once, humorless.

“don’t start what?”

“don’t act like i’m the only parent here.”

his jaw tightened. he looked around the hotel room like it might offer him an exit. it didn’t.

“you are the only parent not showing up,” he said quietly.

a sharp inhale on the other end.

“i have a life, jungkook.”

something in him snapped, not loudly, just cleanly.

“so does she.”

that went quiet too. for a moment, the only sound was the faint city noise outside his window. then her voice returned, colder.

“you’re really going to do this right now?”

he pressed his fingers against his temple. he shouldn’t have answered. he knew that, but the dream had left him too open. too raw. like everything inside him was already exposed.

“when are you going to see her?” he asked.

silence stretched longer this time.

then she scoffed, “i don’t know. i’m busy.”

he stared at the wall.

busy. always busy.

“it’s been almost a year,” he said quietly.

“i know how long it’s been.”

his grip tightened around the phone.

“no,” he said, voice sharper now, “i don’t think you do.”

a beat. then her tone turned defensive.

“don’t make me the villain here. you got what you wanted, didn’t you? full custody, your perfect little life—”

he cut her off immediately.

“this isn’t about me.”

a pause.

then, colder:

“it’s always about you with everything, isn’t it?”

that hit. not because it was true. but because it used to be.he swallowed hard.

“she asks about you,” he said, quieter now.

there was a shift in her breathing.

“what?”

he closed his eyes again.

“she still asks where you are.”

that silence was different. he could hear it now. the discomfort. the avoidance. the thing she didn’t want to sit with.

then her voice came back, defensive again, but softer at the edges.

“kids say things.”

he laughed under his breath.

“she’s not a ‘kids say things’ kind of kid. she remembers everything.”

nothing.

“well, what do you want me to do about it, jungkook?”

there it was. the exhaustion in her tone that had nothing to do with motherhood.

just inconvenience. he stared at the floor now. the hotel carpet. expensive. meaningless.

“i want you to show up,” he said simply.

a pause.

then she scoffed again, like the idea itself offended her.

“i can’t just drop everything.”

he let out a slow breath. his voice came out lower now. controlled. tired.

“you already did.”

silence.

and for the first time in the entire call, she didn’t respond immediately.

he stood up and walked toward the window.

city lights below. people moving. living. going somewhere. he felt completely outside of it.

“i don’t have time for this right now,” she finally said.

he almost laughed.

“you called me.”

she didn’t apologize.

didn’t soften.

didn’t ask about arin.

“sign the documents. bye.”

the line clicked dead. jungkook stood there for a long moment, phone still against his ear.

then slowly lowered it. the silence came back heavier than before. he exhaled shakily, dragging a hand through his hair.

and for a second, just a second, he pictured your voice instead. soft, warm, worried about him in a way that made no sense. he pressed his forehead against the glass window. his reflection looked tired. too tired.

his phone buzzed again. he almost ignored it.

then he saw your name.

his entire body reacted before his mind did. he answered too fast.

“hello?”

“hi… sorry, i know it’s really early.”

his grip tightened on the phone. you.

you didn’t know it, but you were doing something dangerous just by existing in his morning.

“it’s fine,” he said quickly, a little too quickly. then cleared his throat. “what’s wrong?”

“nothing’s wrong,” you rushed to reassure him. “i just—i’ve been thinking about something all night and i didn’t want to forget to ask you.”

he sat down on the edge of the bed without realizing it. all night.

you had been thinking about something.

something involving him. his chest tightened in a way that felt immediate and unfair.

“okay,” he said more gently. “what is it?”

a small inhale on your end. he could picture you right now without even trying. sitting somewhere. maybe curled up. maybe holding your phone close like this mattered more than it should.

“so…” you began carefully. “arin gave me something yesterday.”

his brows knit slightly.

“what did she give you?”

a tiny pause.

then your voice turned brighter.

“an invitation.”

he blinked.

“…an invitation.”

“for her school play,” you explained quickly, almost nervously now. “she wrote my name on the list. she said she really wanted me to come.”

jungkook stopped breathing for a second. that was so simple. so small. somehow it hit harder than anything else had all week.

arin didn’t just like you. she wanted you there. he pressed his fingers against his forehead.

“oh,” he said quietly.

he could hear you fidgeting through the phone.

“i didn’t want to assume anything,” you added. “i know i’m just—i’m just her nanny, so if it’s not appropriate or if you already planned—”

“no.”

the word came out too fast. too sharp.

he swallowed.

“no, it’s… it’s fine.”

you paused.

“oh.”

he closed his eyes briefly. why did you sound like that?

like you were hoping for something but didn’t want to say it out loud.

like him.

he stood up again and started pacing without thinking.

“you should go,” he said.

a beat.

“really?” you asked softly.

he stopped walking. that softness in your voice did something to him he couldn’t name.

“yeah,” he said, then added quickly, “she’ll be really happy.”

there was a tiny pause.

“okay,” you said, quieter now. “i’d really like that.”

his throat tightened. too honest. you were too honest.

he exhaled slowly, trying to regain control of his voice, “we can go together.”

instant silence.

“…together?” you repeated.

he froze.

oh.

that sounded…

he ran a hand through his hair, immediately flustered.

“i mean—” he started, too fast now. “not like—i’m not saying it’s a thing, it’s just—i’m going anyway. so. i’ll drive. and you’re going. so it makes sense.”

he stopped.

realized he had just made it worse.

on the other end, you let out a small sound that might’ve been a laugh you were trying to hide.

“right,” you said softly. “that makes sense.”

he exhaled. relief.

then immediately panic came again. 

because now it was real.

him.

you.

arin’s school play.

together.

like a family outing.

like something that absolutely should not feel like a date but suddenly did because his brain refused to behave.

he cleared his throat.

“we’ll meet at my place,” he said more carefully. “i’ll drive you both.”

“okay,” you said.

a pause.

“thank you for letting me come, mr. jeon.”

his chest twisted again. he leaned back against a wall, eyes closing for a second.

“you don’t have to thank me,” he said quietly.

but you always did.

you always made him feel like things he gave were gifts instead of obligations.

like his attention mattered.

like he mattered.

there was a small rustling sound on your end.

“i should let you go back to work,” you said gently.

he glanced at the empty hotel room.

work.

right.

“yeah,” he lied automatically. then added, softer, “i’ll see you later.”

your voice warmed.

“see you later, mr. jeon.”

and then the call ended. he stayed still for a moment. phone still in his hand. staring at nothing. his heart was beating too fast. too loud, like it didn’t understand boundaries anymore.

he looked down at the floor and let out a shaky breath.

this is not a date, but his chest didn’t listen.

neither did the way he was already looking forward to seeing you again.

••••

your mom rolled her eyes, “let me get this straight.”

you immediately covered your face with both hands, “oh no.”

“the little girl you nanny for invited you to her school play.”

“yes.”

“and now your ridiculously attractive rich boss wants to pick you up and take you there.”

heat crawled all the way up your neck.

“don't call him that.”

“which part?” she asked. “ridiculously attractive or stupid rich?”

“mom.”

“sweetheart.”

you groaned.

your mother looked entirely too pleased with herself. you had made a terrible mistake telling her this. a horrible mistake.

“it's not like that.”

“right.”

“it's not.”

“of course not.”

“mom.”

she pointed her coffee mug at you.

“sweetie, if a handsome man calls a woman and says, 'i'll pick you up and we'll go together,' it’s a date.”

“it's not a date.”

“did he specifically say it wasn't a date?”

you opened your mouth.

then closed it.

he had. sort of. except he'd sounded so flustered while saying it that somehow it made things worse.

your mother immediately noticed.

“oh my god.”

“what?”

“he didn't, did he?”

“he just said it made sense because we're both going.”

“and he wants to drive you there.”

“because arin will already be there.”

“mhm.”

“and it would be easier.”

“mhm.”

“and—”

“sweetheart.”

you buried your face in your hands again.

your mother laughed.

“you're blushing.”

“i'm not.”

“you absolutely are.”

you groaned dramatically.

somewhere over the last few months, you'd developed the most embarrassing crush imaginable. the kind of crush that belonged in a middle school diary. the kind where seeing someone's name on your phone made your stomach flip. the kind where you'd accidentally spent twenty minutes deciding what sweater to wear because there was a microscopic chance he might see it. the kind where you'd catch yourself smiling after conversations and immediately feel ridiculous.

it was awful. absolutely awful. because he was jungkook—successful, handsome, kind.

the kind of father who forgot permission slips but never forgot to kiss his daughter's forehead before school.

the kind of man who looked exhausted all the time but still made time for arin.

the kind of man who listened when you spoke. really listened.

your mother watched your expression carefully.

then her smile softened.

“oh.”

you looked up.

“what?”

“you like him.”

your stomach dropped. 

“mom.”

“you do.”

“i do not.”

“sweetheart, your entire face just changed.”

you grabbed a couch pillow and threw it at her. she caught it effortlessly.

“i'm serious.”

“so am i.”

“it's just a crush.”

“that's how liking someone starts.”

“i'm not doing anything about it.”

your mother's expression softened further.

“i know.”

you looked down at your lap.

when you fantasized about jungkook, you weren't imagining anything big. your fantasies were smaller. sillier.

you imagined him smiling at you.

holding your hand.

bringing you coffee.

telling you that you looked pretty.

you imagined sitting beside him at arin's school play and feeling his shoulder brush yours.

you imagined him looking at you the way romance novel heroes looked at their heroines.

that's all. just little things. crush things. the kind of things that made your stomach flutter.

“it's harmless,” you mumbled.

your mother nodded, “i know.”

“and he'll never like me back anyway.”

that earned you a look.

“don't do that.”

“do what?”

“talk about yourself like that.”

you picked at a loose thread on your sweater.

“he's just...”

“him?”

you nodded.

your mother hummed.

“sweetheart.”

“what?”

“every time you talk about that man, you sound like a disney princess.”

“mom!”

she laughed.

“i'm serious.”

you threw another pillow.

“leave me alone.”

“never.”

you groaned again. but despite yourself, you smiled.

the thought of seeing jungkook tomorrow made you excited.

even if it absolutely, definitely, one hundred percent wasn't a date.

your phone lit up. jungkook. your stomach immediately dropped.

“oh my gosh,” your mom whispered.

“stop.”

“answer it.”

“i'm not answering it in front of you.”

“you absolutely are.”

before you could argue, she lunged across the couch and smacked the speaker button.

“mom!”

“shh!”

“hello?” you answered quickly.

“hi.”

just one word and somehow your mother was already silently losing her mind beside you. jungkook sounded tired, but warm. maybe a little hesitant.

“sorry,” he said. “am i bothering you?”

“no.”

you said that way too fast. you winced.

“uh, no. you're okay.”

your mom grabbed a throw pillow and pressed it over her mouth.

“good,” he said quietly.

a small silence settled. comfortable. awkward. both.

“i was thinking about the play.”

your heart started beating faster.

“okay.”

“i realized something.”

“what?”

“i have to drop arin off pretty early.”

you tucked your legs beneath you.

“how early?”

“about two hours before it starts.”

“oh.”

“yeah.”

another pause.

“there's kind of a gap.”

“a gap?”

“between dropping her off and the actual play.”

“right.”

jungkook cleared his throat.

“there's this little restaurant nearby.”

your stomach flipped.

“restaurant?”

“yeah.”

his voice got quieter.

“mom and pop place.”

your mom's eyes bulged.

“they make really good pasta.”

your mom began aggressively smacking your arm.

“ow!”

“what?” jungkook asked immediately.

“nothing.”

your mother looked seconds away from passing away.

“are you okay?” he asked.

“yes. i just… bumped into something.”

“anyway,” he continued carefully. “i was thinking we could get dinner while we wait.”

silence swept across the line. this felt suspicious. very suspicious. you glanced toward your mother. she looked like she was witnessing history.

“if you want,” jungkook added quickly.

too quickly. “o-only if you want.”

oh. 

he was nervous too. that somehow made it worse. or better. you couldn't tell.

“with arin?” you asked.

“well...” he hesitated.

“she'll already be backstage.”

your mom nearly fell off the couch.

“so it'd just be us,” he finished.

your face immediately felt hot.

“right.”

“but not like—”

you almost laughed.

“i know.”

“okay.”

“okay.”

both of you fell silent again. your mother buried her face in a pillow.

“so,” you said softly, “you want to have dinner together?”

the second the words left your mouth, you realized how they sounded. apparently so did he, because he immediately stumbled over himself.

“i mean—not like—well yes. technically. but i just thought—”

you laughed. actually laughed. the sound seemed to relax him immediately.

“sorry,” he said.

“don't be.”

“i'm making this weird.”

“a little.”

he groaned. your smile widened.

“it's okay.”

“it's not.”

“it is.”

you could practically hear him rubbing his face.

“i'm trying to be normal.”

“you're doing great.”

“you're lying.”

“a little.”

that earned a laugh from him. the sound made your stomach do something embarrassing.

“so,” he said. “you'll come?”

your heart squeezed. he sounded genuinely hopeful.

“yeah.”

his exhale was immediate. like he'd been worried you'd say no.

“yeah?”

“yeah.”

“okay.”

another pause.

“good.”

you smiled.

“good.”

your mom looked ready to throw herself through a window.

“then i'll pick you up at five?”

“okay.”

“okay.”

neither of you hung up.

“well,” he said eventually.

“well,” you echoed.

“i should let you go.”

“probably.”

“okay.”

“okay.”

another pause.

“bye.”

“bye, mr. jeon.”

his voice softened.

“bye.”

the call ended. silence. three seconds.

four.

five.

your mother exploded.

“that man is taking you on a date!”

“mom!”

“a date.” she repeated.

“it's not a date!”

she shook her head, “he asked you to dinner.”

“because there was time to kill!”

“alone!”

“because arin will be backstage!”

she looked like she was a moment away from passing out, “at a romantic mom and pop joint.”

“how do you know it's romantic?” you buried your face in a pillow, “you're being dramatic, mommy.”

“i am being correct.”

“mommy.”

“sweetheart.”

you groaned. she pointed dramatically at your phone.

“that man likes you.”

“he does not.”

“he called you.”

“about arin.”

“he called you to ask you to dinner.”

“it is not dinner.”

“what is it then?”

you opened your mouth. paused. closed it again.

your mother gasped, “oh my gosh.”

“stop.”

“you don’t even have an argument for me anymore,” she shook her head.

you threw a pillow at her. she caught it, still grinning.

“i'm buying a new outfit.”

“for what?”

“you.”

“mom!”

“for your totally-not-a-date date.”

author’s note:

I’M BACK!!! i missed writing so much during my hiatus/vacation, i’m happy to be back. hopefully a juicy chapter like this makes up for my absence😋😋 thank you so much for reading and stay tuned for the next chapter + an upcoming onshot!!!

xoxo,

kandi

As you ran your fingers over his hip bones, Hoseok let his hands wander up your torso til they rested on your breasts.  He cupped them, thumbs tracing soft patterns against the skin until one swiped boldly over your nipple.  You gasped at the sensation, and Hoseok pressed open-mouthed kisses down your neck and collarbone.  You let your hands grab at his ass, and your soulmate leaned back with a smirk.

“I like it when you’re handsy with me,” Hoseok teased.

You leaned up for a kiss, distracting him as you hand moved to grasp his hardened cock through his underwear.  Hoseok pulled away with a deep moan.

“Handsy enough for you?” You teased.

“Fuck yes,” he groaned, pressing you back down into the couch with a heated kiss.

His lips didn’t stay against yours for long, though.  He brushed his lips down to your chest, kissing and gently nipping at the skin of your breasts.  As his tongue swept over a nipple, you arched your back, wanting more of the wet sensation against you.  Hoseok followed your wordless plea, swirling his tongue over your nipple again as his fingers toyed with the other.  

Over his boxer briefs, you rubbed again at his dick.  Somewhere, in a very primal part of your mind, you were proud of yourself.  Despite all your flaws, you’d managed to get Hoseok turned on and sucking on your tits.  But you’d dive into that feeling later.

Hoseok finally pulled away from your chest.  Sitting back on his heels, he looked down at you with hooded eyes.  His hands went down to your jeans and he unbuttoned them quickly.

“I need to get these off of you.  Now,” he said, voice lower than you’d ever heard it.  

“Hoseok, wait,” you needed him to slow down, just for a minute.

Your soulmate froze.

“Do you want to stop?”

“No,” you said.  “It’s just that I haven’t done this in a while.  I might be a little rusty.”

Hoseok chuckled, but kissed you quickly.  

“It’s been a while for me too,” he said.  He rolled his hips, pressing his bulge against you while looking down at you with hooded eyes.  “But I want to do this together.  Do you want this?”

“I do,” you whispered.

You went to finish what Hoseok had started and began to pull at your pants, but he swatted your hands away.  

“I want to do this part,” he said.

He pulled your pants and underwear down in one pull, which you were grateful for.  Had you anticipated having sex this trip, you would have invested in cute underwear, but that was a moot point now.  Hoseok stared down at your naked form, hands running over your thick thighs and reaching towards your ass.  He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your hip. You didn’t want to be the only one naked though, so you pulled at his boxer briefs, tossing them aside.  

For a moment, neither of you moved.  You stared at each other, breaths heavy as you let your eyes hungrily take in his form.  Hoseok’s body was glorious, all lean toned muscle, lines from his narrow hips leading towards his erection.  Gathering your courage, you reached for him, wrapping your hand around his leaking cock and stroking it slowly.  Swiping your thumb over the head, you spread the precum around, using it to help ease your pumps.  Hoseok rolled his head back, moaning loudly at your movements.  You sat up to kiss him.

“Shh,” you whispered, hand still pumping his cock.  “Don’t forget we’re at your office.”

“My studio is soundproof,” Hoseok purred.  “We can be as loud as we want.”

As if to emphasize his point, he moaned again as you squeezed him.  Hoseok kissed you hungrily, pushing you back down onto the couch.  His hands couldn’t stay still, moving over your ass and thighs, kneading as he went.

“I’ve wanted to touch you like this for so long,” he murmured against your neck before placing a wet kiss there.

“More, please.”  You needed him to keep touching you and you weren’t afraid to beg.

Hoseok slid his hand between your legs, his fingers softly tracing through your folds.  You felt a finger circle your clit and you couldn’t hold back your moan.  This encouraged him.  He repeated the motion again, creating a steady motion over your clit and lips as your breathing grew harsher.  You wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him desperately as he kept tracing you.  He nipped at your lip as he slid a finger inside you.  You whined at the sensation, already wanting more of him.

“You like that?” He asked, pupils blown as he stared down.

Unable to find your voice, you nodded.  Wanting more, you yanked on his hair, trying to bring him back to your mouth.  Hoseok didn’t follow, though.

“I want to hear you,” he rasped.

“Yes,” you pleaded.  “More, please, Hoseok.  More.”

This time, he listened, pushing another finger into you.  You cried out at the sensation.  Clinging to him, Hoseok kept moving his hand, two fingers inside you and his thumb back against your clit.  For a few minutes, the only sounds were your ragged breaths and the squelching of the wetness between your thighs as Hoseok continued to work you towards your orgasm.

“I’m close,” you whispered, fingers digging into his shoulders, the thought of his concert so far from your hazy mind that you didn’t hold back.

“Good,” he said, his voice low as he stared into your eyes.  “I want you to feel good.”

And, with a final twitch of his hand, the tightness in your stomach unfurled and you let out a soft cry.  He kept moving his fingers slowly, helping you ride out your high.  Hoseok beamed down at you, clearly happy with himself and getting you off.  He leaned down to kiss you, lips moving against your, desirous.  As you kissed and his hands went back to your ass, you wrapped your hand around his dick again, pumping him.  Hoseok’s hips twitched, shoving his cock harder into your hand.  But, after a few thrusts, he stilled and grabbed your hand.

“I won’t last long,” he groaned.  His eyes were closed tight, eyebrows twisted as if he was trying to will his body to obey him.  “I need – I want to be inside you.  Can we?”

“I want you, Hoseok.” You told him.

You didn’t think it was possible to put a condom on that quickly.  But, before you knew it, Hoseok was gripping your hips, cock hovering just before your entrance.  You cupped his face, staring at him lovingly.  He pushed inside you slowly, both of you moaning at the sensation.  After a few shallow thrusts, Hoseok leaned down, kissing you passionately.  While one hand remained on your hip, the other roamed up your side, caressing you as your tongues met.  He started to thrust.  Slowly, steadily setting a pace as his hips met with yours.  He seemed too focused, too controlled, so you ran your fingers through his hair.

“Don’t hold back,” you told him.

“I want to last,” he mumbled.  “Want this to be good.”

“Being with you is good.”  

You hooked a leg around his waist, pulling him deeper into you.  Breaking with his pace, you rocked your hips quickly against him.  This broke his restraint.  He moved harshly, slamming his cock into you faster and harder than before.  You clung to his shoulders, gasping as the new sensations rocked you.

“You’re so wet,” he moaned, hips still meeting yours desperately.  “So fucking warm.”

You let your mind get hazier as Hoseok continued his thrusting.  As his pace grew erratic, he pressed hot, needy kisses over your neck and face.  With a final thrust, he stilled and groaned as his cock twitched inside you.  He pulled out of you slowly, kissing you sweetly as he withdrew.  He tied up the condom, wrapped it in a few tissues and tossed it in his trash can before returning to the couch.  He got back on the couch and he kissed you again.

“We should clean up,” you whispered, smoothing your hands over his hair.

“A few more minutes,” he asked, laying down near you.  “Just a few more minutes like this first.”

"Remind me to thank Seijin later," you murmured, your face buried in the gentle curve between Hoseok's neck and shoulder.

"Please don't," he begged.

He laughed though and you smiled, enjoying the sound.  You were draped over him, your bare chests still pressed together and your legs tangled.  Both of you were only in your underwear, having stripped back down after visiting the bathroom to clean up, and now enjoying a post-sex cuddle session.  He stroked your back with one hand, the other woven together with one of yours.  You shifted and kissed him sweetly.

"Can we stay together tonight?" He asked.  "I know we've spent a lot of time together today, but I just want to stay close.  I'll be busy all tomorrow and won't have much time to hang out.  And the next day we have a sound check and then the concert…"

"It's okay," you said, one hand soothing over his arm.  "Of course we can stay together.  I want to be close with you too."

Your soulmate smiled and squeezed you tightly.  You shivered, the air conditioning in the room up too high.  Hoseok pulled down a blanket from the back of the couch and draped it over your bodies.  Sighing contentedly, you snuggled deeper into him.

"I want to stay just like this," you admitted.  

"I do too, but we have to leave soon."

And, as if it'd heard him, Hoseok's phone started to buzz.  You grabbed it off the floor and handed it to him.

"I know, I know," he groaned as he answered the call. "We're coming." You weren't sure who he was talking to, but you watched your soulmate roll his eyes dramatically.  "Just let me save what I'm working on and we'll be down, okay eomma ?"

"Your mom?" You asked after he hung up.

"No, Jin."

You laughed.  He motioned for you to sit up, and the two of you started sorting through the pile of clothes on the floor.  As you tried to smooth your hair to make it look less tousled, you stole a few more glances at your soulmate.

"Hey, Hoseokie?"

"Yeah?"

"You said in the car that you all had stuff to work on today.  Was this what you had scheduled?"

Hoseok threw his head back, laughing.  "No, I was supposed to be editing a song.  But I have time tomorrow to work on it."

"I didn't mean to distract you."

"Trust me," he smiled and hugged you, "this was far more enjoyable.  But, in the future, I'll put it on the schedule if you'd prefer."

"It's cute that you assume there will be a future," you smirked, feeling bold.

Again, he laughed, knowing there was no truth behind your words.  You leaned up and pressed a final kiss to his lips, knowing that you wouldn't be able to cling to him in the halls as you wanted to.  Hoseok handed you your mask and baseball hat, and the two of you left to join the others.

A/N: Despite reading smut for longer than some of you have been able to read, and potentially longer than some have been alive, this was my first time writing smut. It was intimidating to post it to AO3 for the first time, and it's just as intimidating to post it here. But I hope you enjoyed.

Eden wasn't one to go out often, but every once in a while Sunhi could convince her to throw on a cute outfit and hit the town. On those nights, Eden became the designated everything.

Designated bag holder.

Designated cab caller.

Designated babysitter.

Because lord knows, the both of them drunk off their asses would do them no good.

Another groan came from Sunhi. They were for sure gonna have a long talk about drinking responsibly in the morning.

The banging on the door continued. 

Eden's body was moving before her brain could even process her actions. The culprit on the other side of the stall almost falling on her ass at the force of Eden yanking the door open. 

"Do you not hear her throwing up in here bitch?!"

Okay...maybe she was a little more tipsy than she thought.

"Y-you're holding up the line! There's only three stalls," she stuttered. "You should be more considerate."

Eden stared at the girl like she had three heads. Be more considerate??? 

"Would you rather her throw up on them dirty ass shoes you have on? I'm confused??? Should I get her to aim at them?" She tapped Sunhi's shoulder. "Sunhi babe don't aim for the toilet, she wants it all over here."

A few gasps and snickers could be heard from the line.

Face red, the girl huffed and rushed out of the bathroom muttering curses under her breath.

Eden turned to the rest of the line, "Anybody else have something to say?"

Suddenly, everyone found the floor interesting. 

"That's what I thought," she muttered, closing the stall.

Sunhi, finally done, looked up at her smiling. "I am so proud of youuuuu," she slurred, head bobbing back and forth. "You stuck up for me! You love me!"

Sunhi was going to be the death of her.

Eden reached down to pull her up, "Alright girl. Time to get you home."

Stumbling into the apartment Eden dropped Sunhi on the couch. Tired wasn't even the word right now. She felt like she needed one of her own cuddle sessions the way her knees threatened to buckle from exhaustion.

Forcing herself up, she trudged to the kitchen in search of water bottles and medicine for Sun's definite headache in the morning. She glanced at the time on the microwave. 2:13 AM. They were going to regret this so bad tomorrow. 

She found what she needed and traveled back to the living room. Sun hadn't moved an inch since she was thrown on the couch, dead to the world. Rolling her eyes, Eden grabbed the blanket they kept on the back of the couch and draped it over the girl. Sunhi curling into it on immediate contact. 

Eden checked to make sure the front door was locked before she made her way to her room. The sight of her bed almost bringing her to her knees. It was just what she needed.

Quickly, she stripped her club outfit and did a half ass night time routine, one of Sunhi's moomoos her outfit of choice for the night. She fell face first onto her pillow and drifted off into a deep sleep, neglecting all else. 

Morning came quick. The sound of birds chirping and the harsh glare of the sun through her curtains bringing her back from the land of the dead. She reached over to her bedside table for her phone, curious of the time only to come up empty handed.

Confused, she sat up and looked around. Where the hell did she put her phone? Shuffling around she looked in the sheets, under her pillows, even the side of her mattress, and came up with nothing. Weird.

In the distance she could hear Sun moaning out complaints.

Eden wrapped a blanket around herself to fight against the cold air before she shuffled to the living room. Sun was hanging half way off the couch, arm covering her eyes, a look of pain on her face.

"Ughhhhhhh I'm never drinking again."

"Exactly what you get," she muttered, lowering herself to the floor by the girl's head.

"Don't lecture me right now."

"You're lucky that's all I have to say right now cause the way you were throwing up last night I should definitely be on your ass."

Sunhi's hand found Eden's lips, "Hush now child."

She swiped the girl's hand away, "Have you seen my phone?"

"Nope, but you can track it on my phone. I think it's in my boot."

Too lazy to stand, Eden rolled over to the girl's boot and retrieved the phone. All hope she had crushed when she saw the location of her's. 

Hongdae.

"What the fawkkkk," she complained.

How the hell did she leave her phone at the club?!

"That doesn't sound good."

She shot a glare at Sunhi, "This is all your fault. Now I have to go back to that shitty club and get my phone."

"Blaming little old me is insane. You can't be mad at the ill."

Eden rolled her eyes. She wasn't actually mad at her friend, just irritated she had to go back to the damn club.

She looked at the time.

11:47 AM

"OH MY GOD!"

She had a shift at Far Ben in an hour.

Phone long forgotten, Eden rushed to her room. Hara would kill her if she was late. When Eden heard her coworker needed someone to cover the later half of her shift, she jumped at the opportunity. Now, she regretted all of her life choices.

She got to Far Ben with two minutes to spare. The familiar smell of coffee beans and fresh pastries hitting her nose immediately. Behind the counter, Hara's shoulders visibly relaxed. Without a second thought she clocked in and slid behind the counter. The afternoon rush was starting soon, and she knew the girl was eager to leave.

"Thank you so much Eden. I owe you!"

She waved the girl"No problem Hara. I hope your appointment goes well."

The afternoon rush hit like a tsunami. Customers running in and out. BTS fangirls popping in. Mobile orders coming through every two seconds. It was a lot, but the team moved in sync easing the stress for everyone. By the time six o'clock rolled around Eden was dead tired. The adrenaline of the rush wearing off.

It seemed like all the hours of sleep she missed was hitting her all at once. And not having her phone made it worse. She had no kind of stimulation to keep her mind going. 

Resting her head into her arms on the table she ignored the ring of the door, too tired and far away to greet anyone. Her eyelids threatened to close - the calm chaos of the cafe lulling her to sleep.

She felt the table move - probably just Juhoon coming to take his break too. They always hid away at this table on their breaks.

"You've been ignoring me."

Every muscle in her body went stiff.

Lifting up slowly, she came face to face with Namjoon. Mask resting beneath his chin. Jaw tight. A piercing look in his eyes that immediately told her he was annoyed.

Maybe even worried?

"How did you know I was here?"

"Don't ask dumb questions," he scoffed. "Why haven't you responded to me?"

Her brows furrowed. She was too tired for his shit today.

"What were you going to do," he continued. "Take the money and disappear?"

Eden just stared at him, then dropped her head back onto her arms.

"Here you go being an asshole again."

"What do you expect me to think Eden? I send you all that money and I haven't gotten a response since."

Silence.

"Eden."

Still nothing.

"Can you say something? Like what the fuck. Are we children?"

The condescending tone of his voice set her off.

"First of all nobody is ignoring you, and even if I was, you aren't entitled to a response. Second, I lost my god damn phone in Hongdae so NOBODY has been able to get ahold of me."

She leaned forward. "If you're going to sit here and be an asshole and accuse me of shit, you can leave. I'm not in the mood."

The man in front of her sat speechless, a dumb look on his face. She didn't mean to snap at him like that, but this assuming the worst of her bullshit was starting to get on her nerves. Right along with his bipolar attitude.

"I apologize."

She rolled her eyes.

"What are you doing here Namjoon?"

His gaze held her's a little too long.

"I wanted to see you."

Eden didn't know if she should be concerned or flattered. If this was any other client she probably would have reported them to the police by now. 

Randomly showing up to her place of work, causing arguments like he's her man, the way he touches her...all things that cross the line. Yet the only thing that crossed her mind when the words spilled from his mouth was how much she missed the feeling of his body on her's. 

Platonically of course.

"You know this is borderline harassment right?" she asked, head cocked to the side.

A small smile tugged at his mouth, "Arrest me."

"Yeah let me just get my cuffs from the back."

His smile grew wider, dimples on full display. "You into that?"

She looked down at her watch flustered. She only had five minutes left of her break.

"I have to go back soon. Are you going to continue being a weirdo stalker or tell me why you're really here?"

He started to play with her fingers that rested on the table, "I told you already. You were ignoring my messages."

She snatched her hand away. 

"Boy what are you doing?!" She hissed, looking around the room to make sure no one saw.

He pulled it right back.

"Don't pull away from me."

Eden looked at him with wide eyes, "Do you not know who you are? WHERE we are???"

"Nobody is looking at us," he said voice deep and smooth. "Just relax - I haven't felt you in days."

She hated when he said shit like that knowing damn well it could be taken another way. At this point, she was wondering if she was the real weirdo the way her vagina was telling her to jump his bones right then and there.

She cleared her throat. "Okay, but what did you want in your messages?"

He didn't say anything for a few seconds, just traced the lines on her palm.

"Namjoon I have to go soon."

"I know."

"Then tell me why you're really here."

"Just wanted to see when you could come over again," he mumbled, so quiet she almost couldn't hear it over the sounds of the cafe.

Her breath caught in her throat.

"That's it?"

"Did I need another reason?"

She didn't expect him to want her back over so soon. Normally he only requested a session once a week or every other week. This was new.

"I'm not really sure...I'm fully booked on Mondays and Thursdays, I work here every Wednesday and on the weekends, and classes take up my Tuesdays and Fridays."

He finally looked up at her, fingers still twisting with hers.

"You could always go to class or work from mines in the morning. I could have the car drop you off."

She pulled her hand away - his words sounding a little too domestic for her liking. They were breaching forbidden territory and she knew she couldn't let it get any further. He was her employer and she had a strict duty to uphold.

"Staying over was a one time thing Namjoon."

"It doesn't have to be though," he argued.

"You're forgetting that this is an actual job for me."

He lifted his black cap to run his hand through his hair. She could tell he was growing frustrated.

"Why are you getting upset?"

"You basically just told me you don't have time for me, and when I come up with a solution you shut me down," he gritted, through clenched teeth.

Her coworker's voice across the room cut their conversation, "Eden are you back soon? We just got a huge online order."

She sighed. She hated leaving the conversation like this, but she had priorities and she couldn't put this one at the top of her list right now.

"Look, I'll text you when I get my phone back. We can work something out then."

Raising from her seat she gave him a small bow before going back to clock in. 

"Who were you chatting with?" her coworker Mina asked, bumping her shoulder playfully.

"Just someone from school. No one special."

Mina shifted to the tip of her toes to get a better look in Namjoon's direction. "Ooo is he cute?!"

"Can you put the stickers on the cups for me?" Eden rushed out, attempting to divert her attention from the idol. "I'll get the food ready."

"Sure thing!"

She could feel Namjoon's stare on her as she worked, but she refused to look his way. He had this way of convincing her to do things with a simple look in his eye, and Eden knew if she looked at him now, she'd fold like a pretzel.

It wasn't until she caught a glimpse of him walking past the counter and the sound of the bell that she allowed her shoulders to relax. 

She could finally think again.

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The rest of her shift went by quickly, mostly consisting of cleaning, and making a latte here and there. An easy night she was grateful for considering the amount of pain her body was in. She didn't even party that hard and still she was feeling the effects.

After waving goodbye to Mina, she headed to the station. Hongdae wasn't exactly close to the cafe, so if she wanted to catch the last train, she'd have to get a move on.

Even though it was late the streets were still filled with people. Coworkers going for night caps, students hunting for cheap food, couples stumbling around hand in hand doing kdrama level pda.

Nothing out of the usual.

By the time she stood outside of the sleazy club from last night, patrons were already lined up at the door, ID's in hand, feeing for entry. Her eyes scanned the line that wrapped around the building. Girls in their little dresses, guys looking for their next hookup, a random group of ajusshis definitely out of place. 

Yeah absolutely not. She was not standing in this line.

She walked right past them and approached the bouncer.

"Excuse me," she said politely. "I left my phone here last night and was wondering if I could just run in and grab it?"

The massive bald man looked down at her with a cold stare. "Back of the line."

Eden blinked.

"Sir I don't think you heard me I just need to grab my pho-"

"Back! of! the! line!"

She jumped back, his voice startling her. 

Oh so he was one of those.

"I just need to grab my phone you can literally walk me in and out!" she argued, not taking no for an answer.

"I said Bac-"

"Yejoon," a new voice cut in calmly. "Let her in."

Eden peered behind the bouncer, mouth dry as she locked eyes with one of the sexiest men she's ever laid eyes on. 

He was tall glass of water dressed in all black. Tattoos peeking beneath his rolled sleeves and open collar. 

He beckoned her forward, his fingers moving in a come hither motion. 

He could definitely do that again in her pus-

Her thoughts were cut off.

"You comin?"

She blinked. Right. He was letting her in.

Eden followed the man into the nightclub. The loud music blaring from the speakers giving her flashbacks of the night before. Never did she think she'd be back here again so soon.

They walked behind the bar until they reached an office. It was a nice size, tucked away in the back hall. He gestured for her to have a seat while shutting the door, '2 on' by Tinashe completely drowned out now.

He settled in the chair across from her.

"So you're the girl who's phone has been going haywire on my desk all day."

Eden winced. "That bad?"

"Considered throwing it against the wall a few times."

"Valid."

He leaned back.

"Popular girl."

The teasing in his voice made her squint.

"You didn't think to answer any of the calls?"

"Not my place."

She couldn't argue with that.

Holding out her hand she smiled, "Well thanks for keeping it safe. Lord knows I've been going crazy without it."

He opened his drawer and retrieved her phone. Then paused.

"Interesting profession by the way. I could use a cuddle session or two."

Her eyes narrowed. "What happened to not your place?"

The man shrugged, a look of amusement on his face. "Curiosity killed the cat."

She hated how attractive he was. 

"What exactly do you do around here?" she asked. "You the manager?"

"Owner."

Of course he was. Everything about him screamed it.

She accepted her phone and stood, "In that case I have a complaint."

His brow lifted.

"Y'all need way more stalls in the bathroom. Three definitely doesn't cut it."

He rubbed his chin in consideration.

"I'll keep that in mind."

A comfortable silence fell between them. Well comfortable to him.

Eden squirmed in her chair, hyperaware of his stare. She sprung from her chair when she couldn't take it any longer. "I should get going. Thanks for holding my phone."

He followed her to the door towering over her as he held it open. 'Sexy Nukim' now at full volume. She groaned internally, of course Namjoon would haunt her at a time like this.

The strong scent of his expensive cologne brought her back to the moment.

"I was serious, you know."

"About what?"

"Booking."

Eden laughed. He had jokes.

"I guess you'll just have to find me." 

He bit his lip, "Oh I definitely will."

Her smile fell from her face. Oh he was serious.

Heat rising up her neck she sped walked out of the room before she could say anything else stupid. His gaze following her all the way outside.

What a gorgeous, gorgeous man.

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Namjoon looked down at his phone with a frown. It had been two days since his talk with Eden and she still hadn't texted back.

rpwprpwp: Did you not get your phone back?

rpwprpwp: Hello?

rpwprpwp: If you don't text back I'm going to assume your phone is gone and send you money for a new one.

He got a response two minutes later. Of course that got her attention.

gardenofeden: Do not do that...

Namjoon could feel his blood start to boil. That was all she had to say?

rpwprpwp: You've had your phone this whole time?

rpwprpwp: Why are you still ignoring me?

He knew he sounded obsessed, but he just couldn't understand the sudden change in behavior. They had such a good session last time, and now she couldn't give him the time of day. 

He looked at the date on his phone and sighed. They were leaving for a short trip to film some things tomorrow and he was hoping to have a session with her before then, but it seemed impossible.

gardenofeden: Not ignoring you

gardenofeden: Just been busy

She was driving him crazy. Why was she being so short?

rpwprpwp: Come over tonight?

gardenofeden: I have homework

rpwprpwp: Bring it with you

Namjoon rolled around in his bed waiting for a response that never came. After an hour, he sat up dejected. 

At this rate he was never going to sleep again. 

Trudging to the living room he sat in his normal spot and turned the tv on. If he was going to be up all night he might as well find something good to watch. He was debating between starting a new show or watching YouTube when his doorbell sounded.

His whole body relaxed when he saw the familiar orange hair on the intercom.

She came.

Holding his composure he opened the door cooly. "Hey."

She returned his greeting and slipped inside.

She was in her pajamas, a pair of snorlax sleep pants and an oversized black hoodie. Cute.

Namjoon took notice of the large black bag on her back, "You really brought your homework?"

She looked up at him through her curls as she traded her converse for slippers. "Yeah, you said it was cool right?"

"Right."

Humming softly she walked into his living room clearing the table off like she was right at home. He watched fondly as she set up her work station in front of his usual spot.

"I won't be able to cuddle you right now, but I figured any type of contact was better than none so I thought I could sit between your legs?"

He thought for a second. A few weeks ago he would have been completely fine with that, the pressure of their thighs touching doing it for him. But now? He wasn't so sure. Their last couple of sessions changed the game.

Not wanting to make things difficult he agreed. It wasn't like it would be that way the whole time. 

"Sounds good."

He settled into the couch, placing a cushion on the floor in front of him to give her some kind of comfortability. He watched as she sank down between his legs, the moment she rested between them he knew it wasn't going to work. He could barely feel her. 

He tapped the side of her neck, "Mm mm scooch up. I'll sit behind you."

She moved up without a word, creating enough space for him to slip behind her on the floor. His chest connecting with her back. He wrapped his arms around her waist, head resting in the crook of her neck. Her usual smell of vanilla and brown sugar taking over. 

This was better.

They sat there for a while, unmoving,  just taking in each other's presence before she leaned forward attempting to break his hold. 

"I have to sit up to take notes."

"Pull the table closer," he muttered into her neck, lips brushing against her slightly. 

He took the hint when she pushed forward again, much stronger than the last.

"Just let me take notes from this video and respond to the discussion post. Then I can sit back," she said, looking over her shoulder.

He let her go. "Fine."

Body twisted, he reached behind him for the remote. Might as well find something to keep him busy. He scrolled through his apps looking for something until a familiar title caught his eye. 

Scandal

He peered at the girl in front of him. She had her headphones in dialed in to her lecture. 

Maybe he'd see what all the hype was about.

Once the show was on he moved his hips forward a little bit to lean further back into the couch. His hands rested on Eden's sides rubbing small circles on her hips.

Surely the lecture wouldn't be that long.

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Eden was in agony.

She hadn't been able to focus since she step foot into Namjoon's. It had been one of the many reasons she didn't want to come over tonight, but the guilt of blowing him off for days was eating her alive, so she sucked it up and came over. Dragging herself and her two ton backpack halfway across Seoul. 

What she didn't expect was this version of him greeting her.

Soft, quiet, and needy.

She had gotten a glimpse of it the last time they were together, but it was quickly shut down by the version of him she knew. The difficult version of Namjoon. The asshole. The stubborn man who argued just to argue.

This was just unsettling.

The feeling of his hands resting on her hips broke her concentration. She could no longer focus on the PESO Model, the only thing running through her mind - the hands burning a hole through her sweatshirt. 

She looked down at the timestamp of her lecture. 

42:34. 

New record. She was impressed she lasted that long.

Headphones off her ears perked up at the familiar voice of Olivia Pope.

She squealed, "Omg you started Scandal?!"

Namjoon jerked awake behind her.

She turned to the side giving the man an apologetic look. "I didn't realize you were asleep," she winced.

Reaching forward he pulled her legs over his lap, hugging her closer. "It's okay baby I wasn't fully asleep."

She pushed her head off his chest, "Stop calling me that."

"Sorry. Just a habit," he mumbled into her hair, eyes still closed.

A habit from where? She didn't know.

She took in his appearance. Back all hunched over and eyes droopy. He couldn't be comfortable on the floor like this.

"Come on, let's move to the couch."

She stood first, turning off the tv, then pulled him to follow. His body hit the couch, arms open to invite her in. She crawled in beside him facing his chest. His large hand resting on her back. 

"Sorry I had to bring my homework."

Namjoon's hands continued their movemenst. "It's okay," he murmured. "Just glad you came." 

Her shoulders relaxed at his admission. She was glad she came too.

"Have you been sleeping ?"

"A little. Not like when I was next to you though."

Her face tightened. "Namjoon that's not healthy."

"I know."

"I'm not going to be around all the time to help you."

He stayed silent.

"You're going to have to make this insomnia your bitch one day Joon."

"You don't think I've tried?"

"I'm not saying that."

"Then stop talking about it."

Eden didn't say anything else, not in the mood to argue. She knew how to pick her battles, and she'd much rather deal with this version of Namjoon than his asshole side. 

She flipped her body around so her back was against his chest. Surprisingly he didn't say anything, just let her get comfortable.

"I didn't mean to snap at you."

"I know."

"I know you were just trying to hel-"

She cut him off, "Just sleep Namjoon."

Neither of them spoke again. The silence saying enough for the both of them.

Soon enough his breathing evened out. The sounds of his soft snores in her ear.

As much as she wanted to join him, she still had work to do. 

AirPods in and lecture video pulled up, she attempted to focus, making it through another good chunk of her notes, before once again, the universe interfered.

*NEW MESSAGE REQUEST!*

moonxkairo: Told you I was serious about booking

She stopped breathing. It couldn't be...

moonxkairo: took me like an hour to find you but I'm always up for a challenge.

She clicked his profile photo to get a better look. It didn't show his face, but the tattoos were undeniable. It was him.

gardenofeden: You're insane

moonxkairo: I told you I was curious

moonxkairo: Your fault for not believing me

gardenofeden: Well you've came and you saw

moonxkairo: But I didn't book

gardenofeden: There are plenty of wonderful cuddlers on here for you

moonxkairo: Yeah...

moonxkairo: But I want you

Her face grew hot. What was up with men being so forward these days?

gardenofeden: You'll have to get in line

moonxkairo: So how does next Saturday sound? I have a pretty comfy couch.

gardenofeden: Stranger Danger

moonxkairo: Cute

moonxkairo: I'll send you my address

gardenofeden: I literally don't even know your name...

moonxkairo: It's Kai

moonxkairo: See you Saturday

Eden stared at the screen. This man was ridiculous.

Super attractive, but ridiculous.

Before she could think of a response, movement behind her pulled her attention away. She forgot where she was for a second. His grip on her waist had tightened, pulling her body closer to his like they weren't close enough. 

She gave up on studying. 

There wasn't much time left in their session anyway, and she definitely couldn't do anything with his iron grip, so she accepted her fate and relaxed into him. 

Her timer went off an hour later causing her to groan quietly, she had just started to drift off. Hand on the bridge of her nose she let out a deep sigh before pushing herself up. Quickly, she gathered her things and headed for the door.

"Eden?"

She froze. So much for a successful escape.

"I'm heading out."

She could see the disappointment immediately.

"You really can't stay?"

For a terrifying second she almost sat back down.

Almost.

"You know I can't," she sighed. "We talked about this."

His jaw clenched.

"Doesn't mean I like it."

It was like he knew exactly what he needed to say to make her stay, but once again she ignored all of the noise in her head, and followed her gut instead.

"Well you're going to have to. It's just how this works."

She retreated from the penthouse before he could say another word.

He was dangerous. Too dangerous for her.

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She was bored and needed some excitement in her life.

Nothing more, nothing less.

That's what she told herself as she stood outside of the club owners third floor apartment, rocking back and forth on her heels.

She would be lying if she said she wasn't a little nervous. 

When she got a text with the address earlier that morning she fully prepared to ignore him and go on about her life.

Then Sunhi got involved.

"Come on E! Aren't you a tiny bit curious?!" she said, voice bouncing off the bathroom walls.

The roles had reversed. It was her to bug Eden while she was in the shower.

"I don't have the time Sun. Plus, he just looks like trouble."

"Those are the best kind of men!"

"And how many of those men have worked out for you?" Eden called over the shower curtain as she shaved her legs.

"I- that's not the point!" she said, gagged. "The point is the fact that you have this sexy ass man asking you to come over and cuddle and you're just blocking your own blessings! I see how robotic you've been moving lately E and it's not healthy."

Eden could hear a hint of concern in her friend's voice at the end of her sentence. 

It was kind of true. She had been moving a little weird lately, the cost of staying booked and busy. She had developed a routine over the past few weeks since she started her cuddle buddy journey and every day she stuck to it.

The only anomaly being Namjoon.

Most days she felt like she was on a never ending merry go round, then he'd text with an "urgent" request to have a session and throw her all off balance. But she liked when that happened. In a way he always kept her on her toes.

But Namjoon was gone, and had been for a few days.

"I just don't want to jump into this and be disappointed." she spoke, as she wrapped herself in a towel and stepped out the shower. "I've had such good luck with both of the guys I have now that I'm scared he'll be the one to ruin it all."

Sunhi's eyes softened.

"Look I know you're a firm believer in 'if it ain't broke, don't fiddle with it' but I think this could be good for you."

"I don't know Sun."

Sunhi followed behind Eden as she made her way to her room. "You're getting paid to cuddle an unbelievably sexy man E. You have to do it so I can live through you!"

"You could easily sign up to do it yourself."

"Not as exciting if I do it."

"Like I said I'm not sure. Let's just drop it for now."

The longer the day went on, the different her answer was. An 'I'm not sure' turned into a maybe, turned into 'I'm thinking about it', into 'I'm on my way over there now.'

The click of the door brought her back to the present. It swung open revealing Kai in all of his glory, decked out in the sluttiest outfit a man could wear. 

A compression shirt and sweats. 

She stared a little too long.

"I knew you'd come."

"I was bored."

The corner of his mouth twitched.

"Sure you were."

Stepping aside, he motioned for her to come in.

"I got everything all set up."

Eden followed him inside and immediately could see why he chose the place. It suited him entirely too well.

Massive factory windows stretched almost floor to ceiling, the city lights spilling inside painting the brick walls in warm light. The black metal railing framing the staircase and loft felt right at home with the hard wood beneath her feet. Everything felt so expensive, but lived in at the same time.

A large black leather sofa lined the living room sitting on top of a vintage style rug. He had books on floating shelves lining one wall, framed art scattered everywhere, and even an area with vinyls littered on the wall. It all fit perfectly, everything spaced just right so nothing felt cluttered.

His tv was huge. Like a movie theater screen, and Eden couldn't help but imagine herself cuddled up in a blanket on the couch watching a movie. 

The apartment was attractive. 

Just like the owner.

It was hard to believe an apartment building like this was in the same area as Namjoon's penthouse. For them to be almost five minutes away from each other the vibes were completely different.

She followed the man deeper into the house until they were in the living room. 

Kai dropped onto the couch first, his arm spread out on the back cushion. 

Then he smiled at her.

"I'm nervous."

Eden's steps faltered.

He was nervous? She was literally vibrating under his stare. 

"I should be the one that's nervous," she argued. "Stranger danger remember?"

His laugh was low and warm. "Well here's a start.

She followed his gaze to the coffee table. A woven basket perched in the center filled with all of her favorite snacks.

Pepero, honey butter chips, oreos.

All things she vaguely remembered listing on her cuddle buddies profile.

Folded beside it was the fluffiest blanket she'd ever seen.

She laughed in surprise, "You actually read that?"

"Couldn't get the American candy, but I'll have it by your next visit."

She lifted a brow. Next visit? He was confident for sure.

"You don't have to do that. This is way more than enough, thank you."

"I'm glad you like it."

He leaned forward to grab the remote.

"Want to watch a movie?"

She thanked the heavens above. Finally a session with some entertainment.

"That sounds great."

"How does Transformers sound?"

"Never seen it."

His eyebrows scrunched in confusion, "How have you never seen transformers?"

She shrugged. It had never been on her list of things to get into.

"That's actually criminal."

"It's that good?"

"A cinematic masterpiece. We are watching it."

His back was turned as he got up to set everything up for them. She leaned back and watched as he made a spread of the snacks on the table and unwrapped the blanket.

"You cool adding an hour? The movie is kind of long."

She glanced around the apartment looking at the snacks, the blanket, the movie, the man...

"That's cool."

The anxiety of the real reason she was here came rushing back. She still had to cuddle this man.

When he sat back down he looked across the couch at her expectantly like he was waiting on something.

"Do you come to me or do I come to you?"

Her cheeks were on fire at his words, and her hands were shaking but she managed to grab the folder out of her bag. 

"The basic positions are on the first three pages."

He sat for a moment flipping through the pages before he got to the end. 

"These aren't available?"

"Oh those are for repeat clients."

He hummed. "Interesting, the butt pillow definitely looks tempting."

She was going to kill Sun.

"How about you drape your legs over my lap for now. Then we can spoon when you get done snacking."

She nodded her head afraid if she talked she'd ruin the moment.

"Here."

He shifted closer then gently lifted her legs and settled them across his lap.

The blanket followed a second later, draping over the both of them. 

"Comfortable?"

Eden swallowed.

"Yeah."

He handed her a box of pepero before prompting her to rest her head against his chest. His hand resting on the blanket where her knee was.

For a while they watched the movie and every so often his fingers drifted along the outside of her leg. Nothing inappropriate or anything she would complain about, but each pass still made her hyperaware of where he was touching. 

The movie didn't really catch her interest, but she forced herself to focus on that rather than his touch and the smell of his cologne. 

They were halfway through the movie when he was ready to spoon. He laid down first before Eden made her way down in front of him arm stretching behind them for a quick moment.

"Before we get comfortable." Eden plucked the throw pillow from above their heads and placed it between them as a barrier. "Safety first."

Kai stared at the pillow. 

Then at her. 

Then back at the pillow.

"Cute."

His arm wrapped around her waist pulling her flesh against him. 

This was exactly why she needed the pillow.

No longer interested in the movie she inspected the piece that covered his whole arm. 

The body of a dragon curled around his forearm in intricate detail, soaring through falling petals of a sakura tree, a lone warrior standing on its back.

"You can touch it. I don't mind."

She didn't have to be told twice. 

Her fingertips followed the curve of the dragon's body, tracing the individual scales etched into his skin.

"What made you choose this?

He looked down at her, eyes softening for a split second before they returned to normal.

For a moment, something flickered across his face.

An emotion Eden couldn't quite pinpoint. Just something heavier than what she's seen from him so far.

"It's a story for another time," he said softly.

She nodded. Whatever the meaning was behind the tattoo clearly wasn't first session territory so she let it go.

Her hand fell back to her side as she returned her attention to the movie once more.

"Would you ever get a tattoo?"

She looked up at him with a smile.

"I actually have some."

His eyes locked with hers.

"Really? Where?"

"Just a few small ones scattered around." she shrugged. "I don't think I could commit to a huge piece or a sleeve yet."

"You definitely seem like the type to overthink for a few years before committing to anything."

She gave him a playful push.

"I'll have you know I got a few of these on a whim."

He raised his hands in surrender, "Okay, okay my bad for assuming."

"Serves you right."

By the time the credits were rolling, Eden was fighting a yawn. She hadn't realized how late it had gotten, or how much of the movie they spent talking.

Kai spoke as she rose up from the couch. "You may have gotten away with not watching the whole thing this time, but we will be watching number two next time. No distractions."

She rolled her eyes. "Whatever you say."

She helped clean up before she gathered her things to leave. He insisted she leave the blanket for their next cuddle sessions which she was happy to oblige. 

As she slipped her shoes on by the door, she found herself looking back toward the living room.

The blanket was still draped over the couch, snack basket half empty on the coffee table, and the tv ready to play the second movie.

A few hours ago she was convinced everything and anything would go wrong. Instead, they spent half of the movie talking and laughing.

She caught herself smiling. 

Somehow, it had all felt easy.

Eden stood in the doorway of his apartment unsure of how she should say goodbye. She wanted to express that she had a good time, but didn't want him to take it the wrong way. Lucky for her he took the reins.

"Get home safe."

"I will."

He played with a curl on her shoulder.

"Text me when you get there?"

Eden laughed.

"What are you my dad?"

"No," he agreed. 

His fingers released her curl.

"But if something happens to you, I wouldn't know who to contact for my refund.

Her mouth opened in shock, a few breathy laughs filling the hallway. "Oh fuck you!"

He waved her off with a smile.

"See you next time little red."

Shaking her head, Eden turned towards the stairwell door with a dumb grin on her face.

So annoying.

She took her time walking down the stairs, so caught up in the night she just had she didn't notice the man passing her had stopped to stare.

"Eden?"

She froze.

"You're Eden right?"

She turned slowly meeting the eyes of no other than Jungkook.

Her breath caught in her throat. "W-what are you doing here?"

"Uhh I own the building...What are you doing here?"

She knew whatever she answered she would be in a lose-lose situation. If she told him the truth he'd for sure know who she was just with, but if she lied it opened up a lot of different doors for assumptions.

She chose the latter.

"I was working."

Jungkook frowned.

"Working?"

"Yep."

"With Kai?"

How the fuck did he know that?!

She tried to play it off. "Sorry can't answer that."

Jungkook laughed.

"He's the only other person living in the building right now. My other tenants are idols on tour."

Eden closed her eyes for a second. 

Of course.

"It's alright I won't bring it up to him if I see him."

She immediately relaxed.

"I would appreciate that."

"No problem. Cuddle buddy confidentiality, right?"

"Exactly."

He pulled his phone out like he remembered something.

"You should stop by Rapmon Hyung's. All he did was complain the whole trip about not having you nearby for a session."

Eden's stomach dropped a little.

Right. Namjoon.

She had completely pushed him out of her brain for the night.

"Actually I can call him right now! I'm sure he'd be glad to see you."

She almost jumped to grab the phone out of his hand.

"No no no! No need. I'm sure he'll text me if he needs me!"

Jungkook looked at her weirdly as she waved her hands around frantically trying to keep him from calling his friend.

"Okay...

"It's just we have a process you know?" she chuckled nervously.

"That makes sense. I know hyung can be a little anal sometimes."

"Exactlyyy you get it!" she said. "Well if you'll excuse me I think my cab is outside."

"Okay see you."

She started to move before pausing once more. "Oh Jungkook?!"

He peered back over his shoulder. "Yeah?"

"Can you not tell Namjoon you saw me? You know client confidentiality and stuff."

He smiled, his bunny teeth on display.

"Of course. Your secret is safe with me."

She returned the smile before taking the stairs down two at a time.

What a close one.

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The FaceTime call rang three times as Jungkook walked in front of his large window that overlooked the city and the ground below. 

On the fourth ring Namjoon's face filled the camera, hair wet from his shower.

"What's up?"

"Hyung you would not believe who I just saw..." 

Dawoon stood there looking stressed. His hair disheveled, eyes filled with anxiety, and his hands balled up at his sides. She could tell he had been pacing. Her tardiness definitely the cause. 

"Dawoon I am so sorry!" She rushed out, exchanging her shoes for slippers. "The bus was late." 

He didn't answer. His eyes darting from hers to the clock. His fingers busy squeezing at his arm for comfort like he did the night they met. This went on for a minute before he finally let out an admission, his voice soft. "I thought you forgot about me."

Her heart dropped. He didn't even know that her sessions with him had become the highlight of her week. She could never forget about him. Her cuddle sessions with Dawoon had slowly turned into therapy. Her the client, him her honest and blunt therapist. She couldn't recall what prompted the change, but she knew Mondays and Thursdays were now easily her favorite days of the week, and she hated he felt that way.

"How could I forget someone as cool as you?" She said, giving him an exaggerated pout hoping to put his mind at ease.

It seemed to work because a goofy grin broke out on the man's face instantly, "I am pretty cool."

Eden let out a laugh, the tension breaking as she climbed into his bed. The fresh smell of laundry overwhelmed her in the best way as she made herself comfortable. The smell always encouraging her to melt into his sheets. She loved this smell. Almost as much as her new found love for sandalwood and amber. Namjoon's smell.

It had been a week since their last session. A week of no texts and the lingering feeling of guilt for chatting the whole time when she should have been encouraging him to sleep. 

Had she talked too much? 

Was she fired? 

Was he upset? 

The bed dipped beside her as Dawoon settled under his weighted blanket. She waited for his little nod, the signal he was ready, before wrapping her body around him giving him a big squeeze. His body relaxed in her hold instantly.

"Hey Dawoon," she whispered after a few moments.

"Yes."

"What would it take for you to never book with me again?" 

He shrugged, "I don't know. Probably if you stunk. Or if your voice was annoying like this girl's in my class."

She gasped, "Wowwww! So you'd fire me if my voice was annoying?"

"Yes," he answered. No hesitation at all.

What a brutal man. 

"Why do you ask? Is this about my counterpart?"

Eden laughed. Dawoon had been calling Namjoon his counterpart ever since she started ranting about their sessions to him. He had been treating the idol like his evil twin. "I haven't heard from him in a while. Just wondering if I'm fired that's all"

"If he wanted to fire you he would have fired you when you called him a dickhead to his face."

She winced. He did have a good point. Namjoon had countless of opportunities to fire her. Like the time she fell asleep or the day she showed up unbeknownst to him. Maybe she was just thinking too much into it. 

"You're right. He's probably just busy." The media had been buzzing lately with rumors of a BTS comeback. She was sure he was probably just swamped with his duties as an idol.

Her excuse for him still not easing the embarrassment of jumping at every notification, thinking it was him.

"If you're so curious just text him first," Dawoon murmured. "What's the worst he can say?"

There were a million things Namjoon could say that would probably make her want to bury herself alive, but she couldn't admit that out loud. "I don't know...Fuck off?"

"He wouldn't say that," Dawoon sighed. "You're a nice person."

His words hit her harder than she knew he intended. She squeezed him tighter. "Thanks Dawoon. You give me too much credit."

"I'm not. You are nice," he nodded. "Nice people shouldn't be cursed at."

She smiled.

"I don't think he believes that, but maybe I can convince him yeah?"

"Yeah."

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The sounds of tapping fingers and Jungkook's hums filled the HYBE conference room as they waited for their meeting with the concept team to start. The group was having a hard time finalizing a tracklist for the album. They had over 200 songs to choose from, so it was suggested they held a meeting to pick a final concept to guide them in the right direction. 

Namjoon was running off of an hour of sleep and pure adrenaline. Him, Yoongi, and Hoseok had been in the studio with producers for days deliberating and tweaking songs. The only difference between Namjoon and the rest of rapline was the fact that they went home and got a good nights sleep. Namjoon didn't even leave the Hybe building once this week. His apartment collecting dust and his plants left to be watered by Mr. Song at the front desk.

He knew by the way everyone gave him looks of sympathy and worry that he looked horrible. His own reflection scaring him every time he passed by a mirror. His face pale and sunken in, the bags under his eyes more prominent.

The conference room soon filled with bodies and mood boards, none Namjoon could bring himself to focus on. The sounds of their voices had long been replaced by a pounding in his head. A migraine settling right into his temples taking all of his attention away from the task at hand. 

From across the table Yoongi looked at him with concern etched deep into his face. He could always tell when Namjoon was in pain because the man would unknowingly scrunch his eyebrows together and hold a slight grimace on his face. No longer able to see his friend in obvious pain he cut the meeting, "Let's take fifteen." 

Reluctantly, the staff agreed stepping outside of the room to give them privacy. 

As soon as the door of the conference room clicked shut, six pairs of eyes turned to Namjoon with looks of worry. 

"Hyung you need to go rest," Jungkook spoke out, voice cracking. The corner of his eyes brimmed with tears. He always had a soft spot when it came to Namjoon and seeing him hurt made him hurt too. 

Putting on a brave face Namjoon waved the boy's concern off, "Hyung is okay Kook-ah. Don't cry."

Yoongi wasn't having it today, "Namjoon give me your phone so I can call Eden. This has gone on too long."

Something snapped in Namjoon.

"I don't need a girl to sleep Yoongi! I just need this whole process to be fucking over," he exclaimed, annoyed at the fact they thought Eden was just going to solve all of his problems.

"Bullshit Namjoon! You are tired and need to go home." Hoseok shot from his side of the table, his voice low by a few octaves so you knew he was being serious. 

Namjoon ran his hands over his face, irritated that they all were trying to tell him what to do, "There's too much shit to do I can't just fucking leave."

"But you can and you will," Hoseok replied sternly. "You aren't ANY fucking help if you're a walking zombie Namjoon. Stop being so stubborn and take care of yourself for gods sake!"

The slam of Hoseok's hand against the table caused everyone to flinch. He was always scary when he was upset, but he never directed his anger towards a member like this, let alone Namjoon.

Looking around the room his heart broke looking at the faces of his brothers. Jungkook and Jimin were crying silent tears while the rest of the members tried to calm them. The rest of his protests long forgotten.

"Go home Namjoon."

His shoulders dropped in defeat. He didn't want to leave, but he didn't have much of a choice. His presence wasn't doing anything but making the atmosphere unbearable to be in. 

Standing, he gave them a quick nod of his head and left the room. The staff in the hallway jumping at his sudden departure.

He called a car to the front and sat in silence the whole way home, admiring the people who walked the streets of Seoul living their day to day lives not even knowing who was in the car riding past them. 

A flash of ginger hair on the sidewalk brought back memories of Eden's soft, fluffy curls and warm vanilla shampoo.

He remembered the way her body melted and molded into his the second he wrapped his arms around her. 

How she fit as if she was made just for him.

How he fell asleep from the warmth of her body against his.

How he slept.

He didn't want to need her, but right now he didn't have much of a choice.

Fuck it. 

rpwprpwp: Need you tonight.

He tossed his phone on the seat next to him letting out a deep sigh. He could have worded his text differently or elaborated a little more, but he didn't have time for that nor did he care. She knew what he meant. 

His phone buzzed not even a minute later.

gardenofeden: On my way.

Relief pooled in his stomach.

Simple and straight to the point. He liked that. He wasn't up for the back and forth of it all tonight.

When he got home he immediately beelined to the bathroom for a shower. Always finding comfort in pretending he could wash the day away under the pellets of water. Steam quickly curled up against the glass of his shower door - a sign the water was probably a little too hot, but he ignored it on a mission for any type of relief. 

His muscles twitched beneath the spray of scalding water running down his back. He rolled his shoulders in a feeble attempt to alleviate the knots in them, days of endless work and tension finally catching up to him. His body sagged forward, his head resting on the cool tile. His eyelids were heavy. Too heavy. Everything inside of him screaming for sleep, but he knew it wouldn't come. Not without-

He pushed the thought away. His lack of sleep had his mind all messed up.

He stayed leaned like that for a while just letting the water run down his body as he let out shallow breaths. The burning sensation behind his eyes was back, taunting him of his lack of sleep.

He scrubbed through his routine blindly, hand missing his shampoo bottle three times. The weight of his body grew heavier the longer he stood there. His knees threatening to buckle at any minute. Pushing himself off the wall he cut the water off and stepped out.

The cold air outside of the glass walls cleared the haze from his head, grounding him long enough for him to dry off and pull on a pair of sweats and a shirt. He couldn't have been bothered to do anything else.

Eden arrived just as he walked out of his room. The loud melody of the doorbell announcing her arrival. He froze, eyes shifting to the intercom. There she was biting her lip again. A habit of hers he couldn't get behind. 

Another wave of nausea hit, pushing him forward. He unlocked the door and pulled it open, breaking the barrier between them.

They locked eyes.

Her eyes instantly softened as she took in the sight of him, the worry in them unmistakable. He despised pity, most people finding themselves victim to a harsh glare or muttered curse. With Eden though, he didn't feel the same. It was almost endearing...like he was flattered she cared. 

Her soft voice broke their staring contest. "Why didn't you call me sooner Namjoon?"

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The man in front of her looked nothing like the Namjoon she was used to. Since she's known him Insomnia was always present in his looks, but this was different. The crescents under his eyes had grown darker, his skin was pale and tight with pain, his body hunched over like he could barely hold himself up. His eyes didn't even look focused or alert. His stare far away as if he was looking through her and not at her. 

When he didn't answer, Eden pushed past him gently to step into the penthouse. The sound of her shuffling into the extra pair of slippers filling the quiet space. When she heard the soft click of the door behind her, she turned her attention back to him.

Namjoon was leaning with his back against the door and his eyes closed. His knees bent like they couldn't bear to hold him up any longer. 

"Namjoon?" Worried, she rushed over wrapping her arm around his waist before he could slide down the wall. His skin burning under her hand, the deep cut of his muscle shirt offering no coverage. "Hey...what's going on?" She whispered softly, steadying him. 

He sagged into her touch, unsteady. She guided him towards the couch, shifting their weight causing her to stumble a few times. They had almost made it when he shook his head no. "Bedroom," he murmured, voice rough.

She threw away her number one rule of staying in a neutral place when she noticed the tremble of his legs and his face pinched with pain. He needed to be comfortable.

Eden walked down the hallway holding up as much of his weight as she could, glancing up at him every now and then to make sure he was okay on their journey. When they reached his room Namjoon grimaced sharply, something in the space bothering him.

"Hey," she murmured, squeezing his side to get his attention. "What's wrong?"

"Too much light."

Of course it was the lights. The soft lighting of the living room transitioned into harsh florescent lighting the second they stepped into his room. He had the big light on instead of the bedside lamps. Scrambling, she guided him onto the bed gently before running around the room to fix the lighting.

"Is this better? I have a client who likes dim lighting during our sessions too, so don't hesitate to tell me if it needs to be darker."

"S'fine," he said, jaw clenched. 

She walked over to his side of the bed and pulled back his blanket, her voice softening. "Here. Get under, and I'll get behind you. We can spoon tonight."

He didn't argue. He just collapsed on the mattress like he couldn't sit up anymore, slipping beneath the covers without hesitation. Once he was okay, she crawled into bed behind him and wrapped her arm lightly around his waist. 

Head rested on his back she didn't hesitate to breathe in his scent, the smell settling the worry in her chest. She wasn't prepared to see him like this. Whatever he'd been dealing with this week, paired with the insomnia, was eating him alive. And even though he was an asshole, seeing him unravel like this stung. 

For a while they lay in silence, breathing in sync, until he abruptly groaned.

She blinked. She didn't realize he was still awake.

He sat up breaking their embrace.

"This is not working," he snapped. "My fucking head feels like it's going to explode."

She pushed herself up, eyes catching his in the dim light. They were glassy, pained, and unfocused. 

"Have you taken any medicine?" She asked carefully. 

He shot her a glare. "Obviously Eden."

Okay. Dumb question. 

She scanned the room helpless. Lights already dim. The room quiet. He'd already taken medicine. And still he sat in pain, hands gripping his head, body rocking like he needed any kind of distraction from what was happening inside his skull. 

Her gaze landed on her phone. Maybe Sunhi would know what to do.

"I'll be right back," she whispered, slipping into the hallway as quiet as she could. 

Sunhi picked up on the first ring. 

"Hey girl! You on your way home?"

The sweet sound of her friend's voice eased something in her chest.

"Hey Sun. I'm with a client and he's having a really bad headache. He's taken medicine, the lights are down, and it's quiet. What do I do?"

"Hmmm." She hummed thoughtfully. "Maybe a temple massage? Remember my mom used to give them to us when we were younger?"

Eden smacked her forehead. How didn't she think of that?

"Sun, you're a genius. I love you."

"I know," she said, voice cocky. Then whiny. "I am a little jealous though."

Eden's eyebrows shot up.

"...Why?"

"You get to have a hot man between your legs while you give him a massage!" Pout evident in her voice. "No fair."

Eden froze. Oh. Right. That position. 

"Hello?? You still there E?"

"Yeah, I'm here."

Sunhi let out a dramatic groan, "Please dont do that thing where you think too much E! Just go with the flow and help the man out."

That was easy for her to say. She didn't have to go back into that bedroom and tell a very tall, handsome, and moody idol to get between her legs so she can make him feel better. 

Maybe it didn't have to be worded like that, but still. 

A soft groan traveled into the hall. 

"Thanks Sun gotta go."

She hung up and walked back into the room. Her heart beating a mile a minute, the anxiety of the situation getting to her. She grabbed her folder of positions from her bag and climbed back into the bed, back against the headboard. 

"Namjoon?" She whispered, terrified to be too loud. 

He shifted, turning his head toward her. "Hm?"

"T-there's a cuddle position in my folder. If we position ourselves like it I could give your temples a massage. Only if you want it!" She rushed out, wincing at the slight raise of her voice. 

He took the folder, barely glanced at the open page, and tossed it aside. 

"That's fine," he muttered. "Open your legs."

She felt a pool of warmth rush to her lower body, 100% sure he got her a little wet with his words. Her face grew hot. She was a terrible person. This man was in pain and all she could think about was how she'd like him between her legs doing something else.

She obviously didn't move fast enough for him because his hands pulled her legs apart like it was nothing, and he settled his head right between her thighs. 

Startled by his boldness, she looked at him slack jawed. 

Did he have no shame?

Her hands ran through his hair, rubbing slow circles, starting the massage. He let out a deep, relieved hum. His scrunched eyebrows relaxing, his shoulders following soon after. 

10 minutes into the massage his deep voice cut through the silence. "How much time's left?"

She paused, she hadn't started a timer. So caught up in trying to help. 

"I can't lie...I forgot to track the time."

He looked up at her, his hand resting on her thigh to pull himself up. Jaw clenched like he was choosing his next words carefully. 

Breaking eye contact, she absent mindedly continued to stroke his hair to distract herself from their position. 

His hair was cut short, the tips dyed almost a silver blonde color. His hair pretty damn soft for someone who dyed it often. 

"Can you forget the timer?" He murmured. "Just stay?"

Her eyes cut to him. He was asking her to spend the night?

"Namjoon-"

"I wouldn't be asking if I didn't need it Eden."

Her mind spun. This broke every rule she set for herself. Every rule of the service.

One could argue she's already spent the night, but that time was an accident. This time it would be intentional, and she didn't know if she could do that.

"How much money do you want?"

Her lip curled up in disgust. Now it just sounded like she was an escort or something.

"It's not about money. It's about professionalism."

He flipped his body. Head still between her thighs but he was on his stomach now. 

"Nothing about this arrangement is professional Eden. Show me on any aptitude test where 'cuddler' is listed as a profession," he said annoyed. "I'm literally laid between your legs, inches away from your pussy and you're preaching about professionalism. What a joke."

Now he was just being rude. Pushing him away she climbed out of the bed, on the verge of tears. 

He sighed, "Eden where are you going?"

"Home."

She grabbed her bag off the floor pushing through the door. 

"Shit. I'm sorry just come back."

He was shuffling off the bed now. Eden not caring as she took adamant steps to the door. 

"Eden can you just hold up a second damn!"

She made it to the hallway when her steps faltered giving Namjoon the opportunity to grab her arm. He turned her around, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. 

She shoved him away. "Get the fuck off me."

He froze. 

"You are actually so fucking rude. Do you know that?" Her voice shook. "I have been nothing but kind to you. I've been worried about you! And as soon as it comes to a boundary I have set for this job you treat me like a fucking prostitute and shit on a service YOU use!" She exclaimed, poking his chest. "You think I want to put myself in the position to cuddle strangers all the fucking time?! I do it because I have to!"

A tear slipped from her eye, face growing hot in anger. She didn't know why his words affected her so much, but something about the whole situation triggered her. 

He stepped forward reaching out for her. She moved back, trembling. 

"Eden," he whispered. 

She shook her head, "No."

He took another step, and another. Then his arms wrapped around her, pulling her into his embrace, chin resting on her head. 

She was crying harder now.

She hated how sensitive she was. 

Hated how easily she folded into him. 

This wasn't even that serious. She should have been able to just say fuck off and never see him again, but she always had a hard time saying no. Always had a hard time being mean, even if someone was mean to her.

"I'm sorry," he murmured into her hair. "Please don't cry baby."

If anyone saw them they'd think it was a lovers quarrel, but in reality they didn't know each other from a can of paint. Yet she still let the man hold her close and whisper small apologies.

Pulling back from his chest she wiped her tears, still trapped in his arms but not as close. "You're an asshole."

He chuckled softly and tugged her back into his chest. "I know baby I'm sorry," his large hand stroking her back. 

There he went with 'baby' again. He was so confusing. Dealing with him gave her whiplash. One minute he was a complete asshole and the next he was soft and comforting. She really didn't know how much more she could handle. 

"Can we just go back inside please?" he asked quietly. "Cuddle how we were? I promise I won't push you to stay. I just need another hour."

Unable to resist the sorry look on his face she nodded and followed him back to the bedroom. 

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They didn't say anything else when they got to Namjoon's bedroom - only communicating through looks and small touches. He guided her back into bed before climbing in himself, giving her leg a small tap to open up. 

Her hands found their way back into his hair as soon as he settled between her warm thighs. The warmth and pressure of her hands taking the tension from his body. 

He felt bad for making her cry. He didn't mean to. He just panicked. 

She was the first thing to give him a sense of peace in days, and when she tried to take it away, he lashed out like a kid losing their favorite toy. 

He rubbed circles on the top of her thighs. Head rested on the inside of her right leg. Her smell was intoxicating in this position. Like warm vanilla and brown sugar. Reminding him of a bakery filled with cupcakes. 

The longer he inhaled her smell, the heavier his eyelids grew. The combination of her touch, warmth, smell, and soft material of her sweats coaxing him to sleep. 

And just before he lost consciousness he heard her whisper, "I'll stay."

Then he was out.

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The smell of pancakes woke Eden from her sleep. Her eyebrows furrowing in confusion. Sunhi rarely cooked unless it was a special occasion and the last time she checked nobody's birthday was coming up. 

A soft, steady snore vibrated against her. Her eyes snapped open.

She wasn't at home.

She was at Namjoon's. 

Looking around, her mind finally registered the weight of the man asleep on her. Sometime during the night, she made it onto her back, and Namjoon sprawled over her, cheek resting right on her hip. His arm was wrapped possessively around her right leg like it was his lifeline. 

He looked so peaceful.

A clattering sound came from down the hall. Followed by hushed voices.

She jerked upright - as much as she could with the heavy man attached to her hip.

"Namjoon!" she whispered urgently, shaking his shoulder. "Wake up! I think somebody broke into your house."

He didn't budge, only burrowing his face deeper into her. 

"Namjoon!" she hissed, shaking harder. 

It was no use. The man was out like a light.

Her heart dropped to her ass. 

What if it was a sasaeng? 

Did he have a girlfriend? 

Oh god- what if his mom came to visit?

Finally, she slipped from under him. His death grip on her leg loosening after a few more tries. Tiptoeing to her bag she grabbed her taser disguised as lipstick.

Investigating was not in her blood. This was that movie shit she'd be screaming at the main character to run from. 

But here she was.

When the end of the hallway came to view she shot a quick prayer to the sky. The moment she turned this corner she'd be face to face with whoever was in this kitchen.

Before she could take another breath, a body stepped right into her path.

She screamed.

"AHHH!!!"

The crackle of electricity filled the air as she pressed the taser trigger on instinct. 

"WHAT THE-"

The body dropped to the floor in pain. 

Footsteps thundered toward them from the kitchen.

"Hyung!"

"Oh my god!"

"Eden!"

She was surrounded, five pairs of eyes going back and forth between her and the man on the floor. 

A familiar man.

Namjoon appeared behind her, groggy and disoriented, taking in the scene with wide eyes.

"So much for waking them up," someone muttered.

She was in a room with BTS. 

BTS was here with her in this house. 

She just tased a member of BTS. 

What was her life. 

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Namjoon stared at Jin rolling around the floor. The members surrounding him, half comforting, the others trying not to laugh. Namjoon dangerously close to laughing himself.

"What the hell are you guys doing here?" he asked.

Yoongi turned to him with a bored look, popping a piece of bacon into his mouth. "You didn't show up for practice this morning so we figured we'd come check on you," he shrugged.

"Saw you guys cuddled up in bed so we thought we'd make breakfast." Hoseok gestured proudly to the spread on the counter. "Well Jin hyung and Jk. Not us."

They helped Jin back to his feet. 

Once he was back on his own two the room filled with protests as Eden went into a deep bow, "I am SO sorry for tasing you!"

Jin waved his hands wildly. "Yah stand up!" he said flustered. "It was my fault."

"I told you we should have woken them up sooner," Yoongi murmured, earning a pinch from Jimin.

Namjoon noticed Eden chewing on her lip, her nervous tell.

"Can you guys give us a minute?"

He waited for his brothers to disperse before looking down at Eden. "I told you about that lip," he murmured, gently hooking his thumb under her lip to free it.

"I for real did not mean to tase him," she said, eyes trailing off in the direction of the boys. "I tried waking you up. I thought it was a sasaeng."

He tilted his head in amusement, dimples on show. "You thought a sasaeng broke into my house and made breakfast?"

"Is that not something a delusional person would do?" she shot back.

She had a point. Namjoon has heard and experienced many sasaeng horror stories in his time of being an idol. "You're right."

Silence settled briefly before he spoke again, quieter, "I slept great. Your thighs are great pillows."

Her cheeks warmed instantly, "I-I think I'm going to go. My class starts soon and I work at Far Ben tonight."

He frowned. He wasn't ready for her to leave yet. Her presence still lingering on him from their night together.

"You can't stay for breakfast?"

She looked up from her phone with a sad smile, "I can't I'm sorry."

As much as he wanted to protest, Namjoon remembered the scene they caused in the hallway the night before and let it go. "Okay."

He walked her back to his room to gather her things, then to the front door, where she waved him and the members goodbye.

Back at the dining table, Namjoon joined his friends without a word. He knew he was being selfish. Eden had a life too. He couldn't expect her to stay just because he wanted her to.

"Namjoon-ah stop pouting and eat!" Jin scolded, dropping a pancake on his plate. "You'll see her again." 

"Oh you'll definitely be seeing her again." Hoseok added. "The way you were all snuggled up and snoring?! I'm not letting her get away that easy."

"I haven't seen you sleep that hard in a while Namjoon hyung," Jimin said.

"Yeah Rapmon hyung! You missed practice and everything. Jimin was freaking out."

"Yah Jungkook! Why is he Hyung but I'm not you little brat!"

Yoongi cut in before the argument took off, "What matters is that he finally slept."

"Exactly," Jin said, heading shaking in agreement. "How long did you sleep anyway? It's going on 10 am now."

Namjoon had to think. He left Hybe around 7:00 and after the drive home and shower he assumed she probably didn't get to his house until almost 9:00. After their little exchange it was probably like 11 when they finally settled to sleep. "Like nine hours give or take."

"Holy shit!"

They all had shocked looks on their faces, relief in their eyes. 

Namjoon felt bad for burdening them with his stubbornness, especially when they were right all along.

"I'm sorry," he cleared his throat. "For making you guys worry. You were right I needed to rest... and I'm glad you pushed me to do it."

"Aww Hyung! We love you!" Jimin said reaching over to give the leader a hug. 

Laughter spread around the table, warmth settling in Namjoon's chest.

Everyone looked at him happily. 

Everyone except Taehyung.

Namjoon's smile fell, "Tae? What's wrong?"

The man pouted dramatically, arms crossed.

"Why don't you ever let me hold you like that when we sleep? Like that time in the RV?!"

The room erupted in laughter. 

For the first time in a while, Namjoon felt truly rested.

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Eden slid down the door of her bedroom, hands covering her face as the events of the last twelve hours replayed in her head. 

She slept over with Namjoon VOLUNTARILY.

Let him sleep between her legs - INCHES away from her Vag. Which he didn't hesitate to point out.

BTS saw.

AND she tased Jin. 

She was never going to live this down. 

She thanked god Sunhi wasn't home when she got there. The NDA would have been dust if she saw her friend when she walked through that front door.

Eden groaned into her hands.

After a full minute of wallowing, she pushed herself up and walked to her closet. She wanted to skip so bad. Deep down just wanting to rot in bed with the covers over her head, has lighting herself into believing last night was a fever dream. 

But she had midterms soon and couldn't afford to miss another lecture. What's the point of cuddling for tuition if you don't go to school?

She showered. Pulled her curls into a cute half up, half down. Touched up her lipgloss. And forced herself out the front door. 

The bus ride was a blur. Faces, buildings, and cars flying by as she stared out the window. Stopped at a red light, she looked up at a billboard advertisement.

Namjoon was front and center, the rest of his band mates surrounding him. 

The universe had to be kidding...

She shook her head and shifted away. Thoughts of his husky voice whispering "...Your thighs are great pillows." Flooding her mind.

Maybe if she asked nicely the bus driver would run her over?

She sat in her usual spot at the back of her PR and Crisis Management class. The hushed whispers and giggles of her classmates as they mingled with each other filled the room. 

Eden didn't have friends, only Sunhi and maybe Dawoon now? She had acquaintances of course, but her quiet nature never put her in the position to make many friends. 

She was sure if it wasn't for her parents forcing her to do Kumon as a punishment, she never would have been friends with Sunhi. 

Maybe Namjoon was right. It was ironic for her to go into PR.

The classroom fell silent when her professor walked in. Side conversations tossed to the side to give the woman their full attention. She didn't verbally demand it, but everything about her appearance did. 

Shoulders squared, bob cut perfectly, and a resting bitch face. The sound of her heels clacking on the floor commanding the room like a drill sergeant. She just gave off the vibe she shouldn't be fucked with.

"Good Morning. We'll be going over the details of your final project today."

Eden's heart sank. Not from fear, but exhaustion.

Her schedule was going to be tight.

Taking notes, she listened as her professor went over the rubric and instructions. The vibration of her phone against the table pulling her attention away.

A notification from her bank. Most likely another bill taken out of her account.

She flipped her phone face down and forced herself through the rest of class, absorbing maybe one or two more topics before escaping as soon as the clock hit the hour.

Eden met Sunhi for lunch, keeping up with her end of their daily routine. 

"Oh how I've missed your face!" Sunhi yelled, springing from her seat when Eden arrived at their table.

"Hey Sun," she said, bracing herself for the impact of her friend's tight squeeze.

Sunhi pulled back from the hug, faced turned up. "Oh. So you hate me and want me to die?"

Eden blinked. "Girl what?! When did I say that?"

"You didn't have to. Your actions say it all."

"Oh stop it. You are so dramatic."

"Oh so now you're calling me names?!" She gasped, clutching her nonexistent pearls. "Have one sleepover with a man and you don't know how to act."

The image of Namjoon asleep between her legs flashed in her memory. The back of her neck growing hot.

"Alright, shut up," she said, swatting her arm.

"Then hug me like you mean it!"

They went back and forth for a good thirty seconds until Eden finally caved and gave Sunhi a real proper hug.

Sunhi hummed, satisfied. "That's better. Now sit down and eat I bought lunch."

Eden slid into her seat, pulling her phone out as Sunhi pushed a tray of food toward her.

"Thanks. How much do I owe you?" she asked, bank app already loading.

"What part of I bought lunch do you not understand? You don't have to pay me back. Just do my laundry or something."

Eden shivered, the thought of going anywhere near Sun's heap of laundry giving her the heebie jeebies.

Going to close the app, her breath caught in her throat at a new deposit in her account.

+2,000,000 KRW from: rpwprpwp

She blinked. Refreshed the page. Blinked again.

Her eyes weren't playing tricks on her. It was very much real.

She opened cuddle buddies immediately.

gardenofeden: 2 million won?!

gardenofeden: are you actually insane???

She got an immediate reply.

rpwprpwp: You saved me

rpwprpwp: #thickthighssavelives

rpwprpwp: And don't try to send it back or I'll double it.

She sat back in disbelief.

"Why do you look like you just saw a ghost? What's wrong with you?" Sunhi questioned from across the table.

"I think I got myself into some shit."

A/N: He's not lying...thick thighs do save lives.

Jungkook was set to arrive the next morning after a red-eye flight from LA.  You spent the evening tidying up the apartment and making sure that everything was ready for him – fresh sheets on the two guest beds, plenty of snacks, enough towels in the spare bathroom.  Though he was only staying for 24 hours, you wanted to visit to be as comfortable and relaxing as possible for your youngest soulmate.  You knew he'd be returning to Seoul for weeks of grueling work.  And, as you got ready for bed, you looked at the last detail for the weekend: your new dress.  It wasn't particularly fancy, knee-length and sleeveless, with pretty floral lace on the bodice, that you found on sale a few weeks ago.  But it filled in the gap in your small dress wardrobe between your two casual dresses and your singular gown.  You'd gone looking for a new dress when you learned Jungkook was confirmed to visit and you'd started to plan for what you'd do together.  It'd taken some coordination and some long-distance scheming, but you hoped your youngest soulmate would enjoy the surprise.  And, thanks to Jin and Yoongi, you knew Jungkook was still clueless.

"Hey, are you alone right now?" You asked one morning when on the phone with Jin.  

"Yoongi's here," he said, "but everyone else is out.  Why?"

"That's okay.  Can he come listen?" You waited for a moment as Jin put his phone on speaker.

"Is everything okay?" Yoongi asked.  You could practically see his eyebrows furrowed in worry.

"Everything is good," you explained.  "But I need your help with a surprise for Jungkook.  Do you remember the outfit he wore for Tae's birthday?"

"Yeah?" Jin answered.

"I need you guys to convince him to bring that on his trip here.  But don't let him know it's because I asked.  And please don't tell Namjoon?  This is a secret."

You heard Jin laugh a little.

"Why can't you just tell him to bring it?" Yoongi asked.  "He'd pack it in a heartbeat if you told him. It might be a little harder for us to convince him.  If you don't tell him about the surprise, you could just ask him to bring the clothes."

"If I asked him to bring it, he'd get too suspicious.  As soon as I ask, he'll know what the surprise is."

"Okay, we'll do it," Jin said.  "But can we know what the surprise is?"

"I'm taking him on a date," you said softly.  Honestly, the idea made you blush a little.  "He brought it up earlier, so I planned a nice date, just the two of us."

"We'll get him to pack the stuff,"  Jin said. "Don't worry."

And so, on the day Jungkook was scheduled to leave for Los Angeles, you got a confirmation text from both Jin and Yoongi confirming that the maknae brought the clothes.  A reservation for the cute, Italian bistro was confirmed for tomorrow evening.  All you needed now was Jungkook.

When you woke up the next morning, bright and early, you headed to Ally and Jay's.  They were letting you borrow their car for the day, an attempt to both minimize Jungkook's time around people who could potentially recognize the very identifiable pop star and maximize your time together.  As you parked and headed toward the baggage claim, your heart started to race a little.  Though your relationship with Jungkook was relatively easy, the thought of being alone with him for the entire day made you nervous.  He could oscillate between flirtatious and shy at breakneck speeds, and you were curious about which side would come out more when it was just the two of you.  Standing with everyone else who was waiting to greet their arrivals, you looked around for Jungkook.  His plane had landed a little while ago, and he was due to walk through the area soon.  You heard him before you saw him.

"Noona!"

You looked around, trying to find him in the crowd.  You saw a man in dark sweatpants and a bulky sweatshirt push through the crowds.  You took off towards him, eyes focused on him.  When you got to each other, you immediately embraced.  You wrapped your arms around him and Jungkook took the chance to sweep you off your feet.  He spun you around as you giggled, then set you back down.  Bending over, he touched his forehead to yours.

"I've missed you so much," he whispered.  

"I've missed you too," you said, fingers playing with the hair at the base of his neck.  "But let's get to the car.  We'll go home and relax."

As you drove home, Jungkook talked about his time in LA.  How cool the band members were that he worked with, including the drummer who let Jungkook show off his new skills and then gave some pointers.  How he watched surfers on the beach each morning from his hotel room.  He wanted to learn now, but hadn't had time during his stay for a lesson.  But what Jungkook talked about most was the food.  From taco trucks to a fine steakhouse the band had invited him to, Jungkook detailed his meals and snacks until your stomach started rumbling.

"You're making me hungry, Kook," you laughed as you let him into the apartment.

"Then can we eat breakfast?" He asked, taking off his mask and shoes.

"We can eat," you laughed, never failing to be amused by your soulmate's endless stomach.  "Go put your stuff away and I'll start something."

You watched him go down the hallway, smiling at his presence.  Though you weren't as hungry as you joked, you cut up some fruit for yourself and Jungkook to share and got out bread and eggs.  Jungkook came back a few minutes later, just as you were finishing the few slices of egg-in-a-nest you made for him.

"Where's your plate?" He asked, standing close behind you and watching.

"I ate something before I came to pick you up.  I've got some fruit though." You handed him the plate, smiling.

"I'm sorry," Jungkook said, smile falling from his face.  "I didn't mean to make you cook just for me.  I could've made myself something."

"It's okay!" You said.  You reached out to take his free hand, squeezing it reassuringly.  "I know you would've cooked something for yourself.  But I wanted to." 

"But you don't have to." Jungkook shifted a little, glancing from your joined hands to your face.  "You're not my mom, you're not my maid.  I can make my own food."

"I'm sorry, Jungkook.  I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

"I'm not – It's just," Jungkook tried to talk, but let out a frustrated groan.  Wanting to give him time to collect his thoughts, you led him to the kitchen table and sat down.  Once the plates were on the table, you took his hands in yours, thumbs tracing his tattoos in an attempt to soothe the younger man.  Finally, he sighed and spoke.  "It's not that I'm uncomfortable.  I just don't want you to feel like you owe us anything."

"I understand," you said.  "But relationships are about give and take.  Remember how Yoongi talked about accepting help?" He nodded.  "Well, if I accept your help, then don't you have to accept my help?" Jungkook nodded again and looked up at you.  "I didn't make food because I had to, Jungkook.  I made it because you were hungry and I wanted to take care of my soulmate."

At your last words, Jungkook's face became indecipherable.  But he pulled you gently into his arms and held you closely.  You wished you knew what was going on in his mind as he took deep, steadying breaths.  Unsure of how to help, you stayed quiet, just running your hands up and down his back.  After a few moments, Jungkook placed a kiss on your cheek and pulled away.

"Thank you, Noona," he said.

You smiled at him and Jungkook turned to start eating.  Your hands stayed laced together though, each of you making due with eating with only one hand.

"Can I cook dinner, then?" Jungkook asked after a few bites.  "I'm not as good as Jin or Yoongi, but I'm still a decent cook."

"How about lunch?" You countered.  Jungkook gave you a confused look and you figured it was time to explain your plan.  "I made a dinner reservation for us.  A little Italian place with really good reviews.  It's kinda fancy, and I think you'll like it."

"Is that why they were so insistent on me bringing a suit?" Jungkook asked, his eyes wide.

"Yeah.  I asked for their help in making sure you brought something nice to wear.  I've got a dress too.  We'll both be dressed up."

His eyes sparkled, now recognizing what you were saying, how you'd taken his wish and turned it into a reality.  Jungkook reached up with his free hand and cupped your cheek.  His eyes were focused on you and he inched closer.  Your breath hitched and you wondered if he was going to kiss you like this, here in your kitchen, both of you in sweats.  Jungkook didn't though, at least not as you expected.  He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, though, before pulling away and smiling his adorable grin.

"I love that plan," he said, kissing your cheek a final time before turning, with red cheeks, to his food 

"I just don't think I'm good at video games," you laughed.

Wanting to just hang around the apartment together until it was time for dinner, Jungkook had taken out his Switch in an attempt to get you hooked on Overwatch, his favorite game that involved shooting and a dozen other components that moved too fast for you.  Over the last hour, your soulmate attempted to teach you the controls of the game, but you still spent the majority of your gameplay jumping when you meant to shoot or being unable to navigate the map.  You didn't mind though, enjoying being squeezed on the love seat with Jungkook, him pressed close to your side and looking over your shoulder at the screen.  He wasn't bold enough to try Jimin's move from your last time playing video games, but that was okay.  Like Taehyung had said to you, Jungkook wasn't Jimin.

"I thought you were bad at Mario Kart," Jungkook laughed as your character died and respawned again, "but this is almost sad."

"I'm trying my best!" You said, playfully pushing at his shoulder.  "I think the first time I played a video game was after Ally and Jay met in high school.  I didn't do this stuff as a kid."

Though you meant it as a joke, Jungkook's face fell.  Even months later, he still got distinctly upset when you brought up your childhood, even in passing.  You put the game down and twisted around to face Jungkook.  Reaching out, you grabbed one of his hands, linking your fingers, and you cupped his face with your other.  All the humor and laughter had drained from him, his eyes avoiding yours.

"What's the matter, Jungkook?" You asked gently, trying to get him to look at you.  He didn't say anything.  "I'm sorry.  I didn't mean to make you sad.  I didn't think bringing that up would upset you."

"How could it not?" He asked, finally looking at you.  You shrugged, honestly not knowing.  "I wish I could go back and change it all.  If we met sooner, we could've been there for you.  We would have protected you."

"We can't change the past," you told him.  "And thinking like that – the could've, would've, should've scenarios – it'll just drive us all crazy.  My past is what it is, none of us can change that." You leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek.  "I'm okay now.  I'm happy."

Finally, Jungkook smiled and squeezed your hand reassuringly.  "I'm happy too."

"I don't want to upset you anymore, though.  I'll try not to bring that up around you."

"But I don't want that," he insisted.  "I want us to be able to talk about anything.  I just…I can't not be upset when you talk about that.  I think it'll always make me sad."

You nodded, understanding what he meant.  Jungkook shifted, wrapping you into his arms and pulling you closer until you were essentially in his lap.  You moved a little, not wanting to make him bear too much of your weight.  He just tightened his arms though, and you gave in to his hold.  Wrapping your arms around him, you rested your head against his shoulder.

"I think that way too, though.  What would I change if I could?" you said.  "I would've stayed that first day when you guys brought up dinner.  Maybe that would've been the time to tell you everything, but I don't know.  After the dates might've been better," you sighed.  "But that doesn't help us now.  So I'm just trying to be a better soulmate."

You felt Jungkook nod.  The two of you stayed like that, silent with your arms wrapped around each other, for several minutes.  Occasionally, you'd run your fingers across his back, or you'd feel his hand caress your shoulder.  But you stayed quiet, simply enjoying being so close to one of your soulmates.

That didn't last though.

"Oh, I gotta go!" Jungkook said suddenly, startling you.  He started to pull away and you looked at him, curious.

"What's the matter, Kookie?"

"I need to go to the store.  I-I forgot something."

"What did you forget?  There's a store a few blocks from here.  I can take you there?"

"I know where it is already," he said.  "I found it on my phone and have the location."

You didn't say anything, but looked at him suspiciously.  He was clearly hiding something, but you hadn't a clue what.  Though you knew he frequently traveled internationally and lived in a city many times larger than yours, you couldn't help but feel slightly nervous about him venturing out alone.

"You sure you don't want me to come for the walk?"

"I'm good," he said, smiling his tooth grin.  "I promise."

With a quick kiss to your cheek, Jungkook put on his shoes, hat, and facemask and left.  You spent the next half hour on your phone, alternating between scrolling aimlessly and watching the time.  When the door opened, Jungkook popped his head in, the rest of his body still in the hallway.  

"Can you close your eyes?" He called over.

"Why?" You asked, trying to see what he had in the hallway.

"Just trust me.  Please?"

You closed your eyes and, for good measure, covered them with your hands.  You heard him walk by you and into the kitchen, the sounds of glasses being moved around and water running.  It sounded like your fridge opened.  You were dying to find out what Jungkook was doing, but you waited as promised.  Hopefully, you'd find out by tonight.

"Are you almost ready, Noona?" 

"Five more minutes!"

You were actually all ready.  Your hair in a delicate braid, light make-up on your face, shoes on.  But, as you stared at yourself in the mirror, you felt the nervous pit in your stomach grow.  You remembered how Jungkook looked for Tae's birthday, well tailored suit clinging to his body, his hair perfectly styled.  When you stood next to him now, would it look like you belonged with him?  Or would you still seem like a mismatched, cumbersome addition to his perfection?  You couldn't do anything right now about the size of your body or the few crinkles that already lived in the corners of your eyes, but you hoped that the effort you put into your outfit would make you look good enough for your soulmate.

You were pulled from your thoughts though as you heard the front door open and close.  Wandering out of your room, you looked for Jungkook.  You called out his name a few times, and checked in the two spare rooms and the bathroom.  You paused though, when you saw his shoes were gone from the entryway.  As you went to grab your phone and call him, somebody knocked on your door.  When you opened it, you smiled.  

Jungkook stood in your doorway, looking just as handsome as you imagined he would.  His hair was less styled, bangs hanging over his forehead.  And, in his hands, he gripped a bouquet of pink carnations.  Neither of you spoke for a moment, simply taking each other in.  Jungkook's eyes were wide, and you swore you could see yourself in their reflection.  There were a dozen things you wanted to do as you gazed at him – tell him how handsome he was, kiss him, beg him to take you back to Seoul with him, hug him and never let go.  But you settled on the least intimidating option.

"Why are you standing outside, Jungkook?"

This seemed to jolt him out of his reverie.  His face flushed and he ran a hand through his hair, bashful.

"It's how things happen in the movies," he explained.  "I'm supposed to pick you up at your front door for a date and give you flowers." He offered you the bouquet.

"I think you watch too many movies," you laughed, pulling him back into the apartment.  You took the bouquet though, raising up on your toes to kiss his cheek.  "Thank you." You walked to the kitchen, wanting to put the flowers in water before you left.  "Was this the errand you ran earlier?" Jungkook just nodded, smiling widely as he watched you.  "You're the sweetest, Kook."

Luckily, the restaurant wasn't far away, and the two of you were able to walk there leisurely and still make your reservation.  It was everything you hoped for – dimly lit, well-spaced tables, the other couples present too involved in their own romance to bother paying attention to anyone passing by.  Regardless, you'd requested a corner table to try and hide your soulmate just a little more, and they were able to sit you there.  Jungkook hurried to pull out your chair before sitting himself and taking off his facemask.

"What do you think?" You asked him

"This is so nice," he said quietly, looking around.  "It's just like what I pictured."

You smiled widely, glad that you could offer this to him.  Jungkook and the others deserved to feel special, and you promised yourself that you would do everything in your power to make them feel as cared for and loved as they made you feel.

Dinner passed easily, conversation flowing over food.  You talked about the graduate programs you'd applied to and the clumsy but kind new employee you'd been training at the cafe.  Jungkook explained more about what Festa involved, and explained their mini-tour schedule for the fall.

"It'll make your visits a little more structured, at least at the start.  We'll still need to be at work, so we won't be relaxing at the apartment all together like in December."

"I can come with you guys, though?" You asked.  "If I'm not disrupting your work, can I at least hang around the studio with everyone?"

"Yeah, that should be fine," he agreed.  "Plus, I think we'll try to arrange breaks so we can hang out or go somewhere with you.  That way you're not just held captive at Hybe."

"That sounds nice.  But I promise I won't be a distraction while I'm there."

"You already are," Jungkook blurted out.  

His eyes went wide when he realized what he said and he looked at you.  You just laughed though, probably too loudly for the restaurant's atmosphere.

When the waiter, who luckily seemed to pay Jungkook no mind other than to occasionally glare at the tattoos on his hand, dropped off your desserts, you watched Jungkook happily take a spoonful of his chocolate lava cake.  

"What did you get?" He asked, eyeing your plate.

"Tiramisu," you said.  Then you got an idea.  "Would you like to try some?" 

Jungkook nodded, always ready to try more food.  As you scooped some up with your spoon, Jungkook pushed his plate closer to you, waiting for you to place the food on his plate.  You didn't though, instead holding out your spoon for him to try.  Jungkook stared at you, eyes wide.  When you fed Taehyung at his birthday dinner, it was spontaneous and light-hearted.  Here, sitting alone with Jungkook though, there was no playfulness.  You remembered how he spoke back in Seoul, what he wanted, and you were trying to offer him that.  You couldn't bear to look at him, unsure of whether he was ready to take that step.  So, when you heard him shift, leaning forward to take your proffered bite, you glanced up shyly.  Your soulmate was grinning and blushing brightly, as you sure you were too.  He then held out a spoonful of his cake to you.  

"Do you – Do you want a bite?" He asked.

His hand was shaking, making the spoon tremble as he watched you with careful eyes.  You nodded, afraid that speaking would break the spell that had fallen over you both.  You leaned forward and Jungkook guided the spoon to your mouth, hand still unsteady.  The cake was probably delicious, but you could barely taste it, completely focused on Jungkook as he leaned closer to you.  You leaned in too, willing to follow his lead, to let him kiss you here, but were surprised when his thumb swiped at your bottom lip.  

“You had a spot,” he whispered, thumb still against your mouth. Then, as if he was shocked, he stood quickly and pushed in his chair.  “I’ll be right back.”

You watched him walk away, trying to catch your breath as he left you alone.  Though you’d barely touched each other, you felt as though you were on fire under Jungkook’s eyes and hands.  You planned to take him on a walk along the river after dinner, but you weren’t sure if you’d survive that.  Part of you wanted to run back to your bedroom and lock yourself in there alone, far away from your soulmate’s heady presence.  The other part wanted to get as close to Jungkook as you possibly could, and not leave his side until his flight tomorrow.  

You watched Jungkook's confident stride as he made his way back towards your table.  You weren't the only one paying him attention now, several heads turned away from their dates and towards your soulmate.  A pair of waitresses giggled in a corner.  Jungkook either didn't see, or didn't care, his stare focused on you.

“Are you ready to go?”  Jungkook asked when he got to you.  

“I am.”  He grabbed your hand, helping you to your feet before putting an arm around your waist and leading you to the door.  “The bill!” You said, trying to get him to slow down.  “We need to pay.”

“Already taken care of,” he said, tightening his grip around your waist.  

You let him sweep you out of the restaurant, enthralled by the sudden confidence he displayed.  Once outside, you led him towards the park down by the river.  Neither of you spoke during the walk, letting the cool night air attempt to calm the fire that had ignited between you two at the restaurant.  There were other people in the park – couples walking, people walking their dogs, a few nighttime joggers – but no one paid you any attention.  The dark concealed you in your own world.

“I’m sorry about that,” Jungkook finally spoke up.  “I just needed to get out of there and be able to touch you.”

“We could’ve held hands in the restaurant,” you said.

He stopped walking and turned to face you.  Both of his hands went to your hips, pulling your body flush against his.  

“I wanted to hold you closer, though.”

Between the breeze and his stare, you shivered.  You hadn’t anticipated the night to get so chilly, and you hadn’t brought a jacket.  Jungkook noticed though, quickly removing his suit jacket and wrapping it around you.  He whispered your name softly, one of the rare times he addressed you by it. 

“I’ve never felt this way about anyone,” he said softly.  

He stared into your eyes, a hand coming up to cup your cheek.  He looked like he wanted to continue speaking, so you waited.  Instead, he leaned down, hesitating right before his lips touched yours.  You reached up though, raising up on your toes and closing the distance between you.  As soon as your lips touched, you gripped onto your soulmate’s waist, anchoring you together.  His lips were cautious as they moved against yours, and his hand was soft as it traced your cheek.  Jungkook pulled away from the kiss first, but rested his forehead against yours.

“Will you be my girlfriend?” He whispered.

“We’re soulmates, Kookie,” you reminded him.

“I know.  But I really want to be boyfriend and girlfriend as well.”

You smiled and pressed another kiss to his lips.

“Let’s get back home, then,” you said, stepping out of his grasp.  “I want to kiss my boyfriend more.”

Jungkook’s face lit up at your words, and he took your hand, following you back to the apartment.  The entire walk, he remained pressed against your side, as if being more than a few inches from you caused him pain.  His hand pressed against the small of your back as you led him through the atrium of your apartment building and up the stairs.  You struggled to pull your keys out of your purse, distracted by the way both his hands moved towards your waist.  When you finally unlocked the door, Jungkook wasted no time pushing you into the apartment, arms now fully wrapped around you and tugging your back tightly to his chest.  He buried his head into your neck, taking deep breaths of the perfume you’d used earlier.  You placed your hands on his arms, fingers smoothing his tattooed skin.

“You okay?” you whispered after a few moments of silence.  He nodded against you.  You turned your head to the side and pressed your lips to the top of his head.

“Can we really keep kissing?” He mumbled into your neck.

“Of course,” you laughed a little. 

You wanted to tease him, to tell him that his hold on you was the only thing preventing your lips from being against his, but you didn’t get the chance.  He spun you around, quickly smashing his lips to yours.  These weren't the sweet kisses you exchanged at the park.  Jungkook’s mouth was frantic, hungry as he pressed himself against you.  The kisses were sloppy, his teeth bumping yours.

“Slow down, Jungkook,” you said, pulling away from him.  He chased you for another kiss, but you stopped him, placing your hands on his chest.

"Are you okay?" He asked, his face crestfallen.  "Did I hurt you?"

"No!" You rushed to reassure him, cupping his face gently.  "But you can take a breath.  This isn't a race."  To show him, you pulled him down into a new, slow kiss, trying to get him to savor the movement of your lips against each other.  “There’s no need to rush,” you told him, thumbs tracing over his cheeks.  “We have all the time in the world.”

“But we don’t,” he said, his eyes starting to water with emotion.  “I leave tomorrow morning.  And then we won’t see each other until June.”

“We’ll have time in June.  And then again in September.  I’m not leaving, Jungkook,” you explained.  “I’m only going to be getting closer.”

“Do you promise?”

“The only place I’ll be going from here on out is closer to you guys.”

This seemed to reassure Jungkook.  He leaned down to kiss you again, this kiss all slow-burning passion and careful exploration, his hand cupping the back of your head.  Without breaking the kiss, you pulled him with you back towards the couch.  He followed you without complaint.  As soon as he sat down next to you, your hands were on him again, running over his shoulders and down his arms, feeling his carefully crafted muscles tighten under your touch.  Jungkook angled his head, trying to deepen the kiss as his tongue swiped over your bottom lip.  He didn’t follow through, though, so you took the opportunity to repeat the action to him.  His lips parted with a soft moan, and you slid your tongue past them.  He couldn’t decide where to put his hands, moving them constantly from your waist to your hips to your thighs, squeezing and feeling every soft part of you.  You ran your hands down the front of his chest, feeling the sculpt of his muscles just underneath the pads of your fingers.  Jungkook placed a hand on your back, pulling you closer to him, but you wanted to be closer still.  You broke away from your soulmate’s lips, placing kisses along his jawline and down his neck.  His chest was heaving and you felt it move as you started to work on the buttons of his shirt.  But, when you popped the third button open, Jungkook froze underneath you.

“Are you okay?” You asked, pulling away and taking your hands completely away from him.  “What’s the matter?”

“I’ve never done anything else,” he mumbled, looking where his hands laid in his lap.

“What do you mean?”

“I’ve never done anything other than making out,” he said softly.  “A little bit of touching over the clothes, but that’s it.”  He was blushing and still wouldn’t look up at you.  “Between becoming a trainee and debuting so young, I never had time for dating.  I’ve kissed some girls, mostly at private parties, but never gone much farther.”  He finally glanced up at you, large eyes worried.  “Are you disappointed?”

“Absolutely not,” you said.  Disappointed, no.  But you were a little surprised; Jungkook was ridiculously handsome and wealthy, which could be a seductive combination.  But he was shy and had become famous at a young age, which you knew had affected his youth.  You reached out and touched his hand softly, wanting him to be able to pull away if he wanted to.  He didn’t though, weaving his fingers with yours.  “There’s nothing to be disappointed about.”  Jungkook started to protest, but you gave him a chaste kiss to silence him.  “We can move forward at whatever speed you want.  We won’t go any further than what you’re ready for.”

Letting out a held breath, Jungkook leaned forward and hugged you tightly.  You hugged him back, glad to see that your soulmate was comfortable again.  Running your hands through his hair, you felt his breathing even out.

“We should probably go to bed soon,” you told him.  “You have to be at the airport early.”

“I don’t want to leave you,” Jungkook said, tightening his arms around you.

You weren’t sure what to say, or how to comfort him.  It was six weeks til your trip in June.  And, while six weeks was shorter than the three months initially planned, it didn’t provide much comfort when you both knew how wonderful it was to be in each other’s arms.  So you didn’t lie, didn’t try to placate him when you didn’t believe it yourself.  You just held on, hands still smoothing over his hair and back.  If Jungkook didn’t want to move, then you’d just spend the night like this, curled on the couch with him.

“The others,” he said finally.  “They’ve…you guys have,” he struggled, trying to find the right words to proceed.  “When we’ve all been together, you and some of the others have slept together?”  You nodded.  “Would you…would it be okay if I slept with you tonight?”  You could practically feel his cheeks heat up as he rushed to clarify.  “Not for anything else!  I just want to cuddle and be close.”

“I’d like that, Jungkook.”

Despite that plan, you both got ready for bed separately, neither one of you ready for the intimacy that came with changing in front of the other or completing your nightly routines together.  Your bedroom door remained open though, an invitation for Jungkook to enter whenever he was ready.  He came in several minutes after you finished getting ready, as you were grabbing a spare blanket for the unexpectedly cool night.  You glanced at him out of the corner of your eye, waiting to see what he would do as he hung nervously in your doorway.

“We don’t have to do this,” you said finally, looking at him.  He was shifting from foot to foot, not quite sure where to look.  You imagined that this was how you looked the night of Taehyung’s birthday – both thrilled and nervous at the invitation.  You approached him, putting a hand on his arm.  “You can change your mind at any point.  If you stay, you can leave later.  Or you can leave now and come back later tonight.  You’re welcome to do whatever feels best.”

Wondering if having less attention on him would help him feel comfortable enough to make a decision, you chose to go to bed.  You raised on your toes to kiss his cheek sweetly, then went to lay down.  Bidding him a final good night, you turned off your light.  Luckily, this worked.  You heard Jungkook walk towards you, and the bed shifted as he climbed in.  Emboldened by the darkness, you felt him curl behind you and wrap his arm around your stomach, pulling you against him.  And, knowing this would be the last moment like this for weeks to come, you both fell asleep.

A/N: More kisses!

I've never claimed and will never claim to know BTS personally, the characters that I wrote are just based on the public personas they put forward. I don't know what they do personally, and that's not my right. This is fiction. With that all said, the whole "JK is a virgin" plotline aged hilariously fast, even when I first posted this. I came up and wrote this chapter pre-Seven and pre-3D. I thought it would be interesting to explore. So please, make every joke I deserve, but know this chapter predates the horny JK album

Also, special shout-out to @kimmynammy who predicted this chapter's reveal!

The neon Greek letters of Alpha Sigma Rho buzzed with a low, electric hum, casting a crimson glow over the massive front lawn. It was the first official rager of the semester, and Park Jimin, fraternity president and campus legend, had pulled out all the stops. The bass from the speakers inside was so intense it rattled the windowpanes, vibrating right through the soles of everyone’s sneakers.

Across the street, standing on the porch of the Kappa Zeta house, you smoothed down your skirt and sighed. As sorority president, your job description theoretically involved leadership, philanthropy, and academic excellence. In reality, it mostly involved babysitting sixty college girls and making sure nobody burned the house down.

"Oh, come on, Prez," Mimi groaned, tossing her glossy hair over her shoulder as she applied a fresh layer of lip gloss. "It’s Alpha Sig. The entire campus is going to be there. Plus, Namjoon promised me he’d save us a spot by the VIP bar upstairs."

"Namjoon is the vice president of a fraternity that currently owes us three hundred dollars for property damages from last semester's homecoming," you pointed out, crossing your arms.

"Details, details," Ellie chimed in, adjusting her cropped top. "Taehyung is going to be there too. He told me he bought a new vintage leather jacket just for tonight. I have to see it."

Mari nodded vigorously, already halfway down the porch steps. "And Seokjin is managing the grill and the bar. You know he makes those mixed drinks that taste like juice but hit like a freight train. Let’s just go for one hour. Please?"

You looked at your three best friends, sighing in defeat. You knew exactly why they wanted to go, and it wasn’t just for the free alcohol. The Alpha Sigs and the Kappa Zetas had a long-standing, volatile, and highly public rivalry. But underneath the prank wars and the public trash-talk, there was an undeniable, simmering tension between the two houses.

Specifically, between you and Park Jimin.

Jimin was the bane of your existence. He was arrogant, impossibly charming, and possessed a smirk that made you want to either punch him or kiss him—a frustrating internal debate you refused to acknowledge. For the past two years, he had made it his personal mission to pick at you, tease your sorority, and push every single one of your buttons. You gave it right back to him, establishing a fierce, unyielding rivalry. What you would never admit out loud, not even to Mimi under a truth serum, was that the mere sound of his voice made your stomach do backflips. You pined for him in the quiet dark of your bedroom, cursing his name while secretly craving his touch.

You had no idea that across the street, standing on the balcony of his bedroom, Jimin was looking through the neon haze straight at you. He took a sip from his red solo cup, his eyes narrowing as he watched you finally relent and walk down the steps with your girls. A slow, predatory smile spread across his lips. Tonight was the night. He was tired of the bickering. He wanted you, and he was going to get you.

The moment you walked through the heavy oak doors of the Alpha Sig house, the scent of stale beer, expensive cologne, and cheap vodka washed over you. The living room was a sea of dancing bodies, strobe lights flashing rhythmically against the sweat-sheened skin of the partygoers.

"Keep your eyes on each other," you shouted over the music to your girls. "We leave together, okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, sure!" Mimi yelled back, but her eyes were already scanning the crowd. Within thirty seconds, a tall, dimpled figure emerged from the smoke. Namjoon waved, a dimpled smile breaking across his face as he navigated the crowd toward Mimi.

"Hey, Kappa," Namjoon greeted, his voice deep and smooth. "Glad you made it. Come on, I’ve got a booth saved."

Mimi threw you a quick, apologetic wave before letting Namjoon guide her away by the waist. Almost on cue, Taehyung appeared from the kitchen, looking like a runway model in his vintage leather jacket. He caught Ellie’s eye, giving her a slow wink that made her instantly melt into his side.

"Well, look who decided to grace us with their presence," a confident voice boomed. Seokjin strode over, holding two vibrant blue drinks. He handed one to Mari, flashing his signature dazzling smile. "Mari, you look stunning. Come to the bar, I made a special batch just for the Kappas."

Before you could even protest, Mari was swept away, leaving you standing completely alone in the middle of the crowded foyer. You let out a frustrated huff, crossing your arms over your chest. Traitors, you thought. Every single one of them.

"Left all alone on a Friday night? That’s a bad look for a president."

The smooth, honeyed voice sent a shiver straight down your spine. You didn't even need to turn around to know who it was. You put on your best mask of icy indifference and turned on your heel.

Jimin was leaning against the grand staircase, looking devastatingly handsome. He wore a fitted black silk shirt with the top three buttons undone, exposing his collarbones and a glimpse of his toned chest. His pitch-black hair was perfectly tousled, voluminous and messy on top, while a sharp, clean undercut buzzed tightly against the sides of his head, emphasizing his razor-sharp jawline. He held a solo cup in one hand, his fingers heavy with silver rings.

"Park," you said, your voice dripping with faux boredom. "I see you managed to throw a party without the fire department showing up. So far. It’s early, though."

Jimin chuckled, stepping away from the stairs and closing the distance between you. He was shorter than some of his brothers, but his presence was massive, radiating pure, unadulterated confidence. He stopped just inches away from you, close enough that you could smell his cologne—woodsmoke, vanilla, and something intoxicatingly male.

"Always so sharp," Jimin murmured, tilting his head as his eyes swept down your body, taking in your fitted skirt and the way your collarbones caught the flashing strobe lights. As he shifted, the warm overhead lighting caught the subtle gold hoops and the small stud piercing his ear, adding a rebellious edge to his look. "I throw the biggest rager of the semester, invite your entire house for free, and this is the thanks I get? You hurt my feelings, Prez."

"You don't have feelings, Jimin. Just an ego," you shot back, lifting your chin defiantly.

"Ouch." He pressed a hand over his heart, though the wicked smirk on his lips betrayed his amusement. "Come on. Let me get you a drink. Unless you're too scared to hang out with the big boys?"

"I can drink you under the table, Park. Don't tempt me."

"Is that a challenge?" Jimin’s eyes flashed with something dark and hungry. He gestured toward the stairs. "The main bar is a zoo. I have a private stash upstairs in my office. Safer. Quieter. Just us."

Your instincts screamed at you to say no. Going upstairs into the lion's den with the one man who made your brain short-circuit was a recipe for disaster. But the alcohol in the air, the thumping bass, and the sheer, exhausting weight of your secret pining made you bold.

"Lead the way, Frat Boy," you said, challenging him with a look.

Jimin’s smirk widened, and for a fraction of a second, you saw a flash of genuine vulnerability in his eyes—a look of pure, desperate relief that you had actually agreed. He turned and led you up the stairs, his broad shoulders cutting a path through the crowded hallway.

The moment Jimin closed his office door behind you, the deafening roar of the party muffled into a low, thudding heartbeat. The office was spacious, furnished with heavy leather couches, a mahogany desk, and a fully stocked bar cart in the corner. It smelled like rich leather and expensive bourbon.

"Make yourself comfortable," Jimin said, walking over to the bar cart. He poured two glasses of top-shelf whiskey over large, spherical ice cubes.

You didn't sit. Instead, you walked over to his desk, running a finger along the smooth wood. "Nice place you got here. A little pretentious, but it suits you."

Jimin walked over, handing you a glass. His fingers brushed against yours, and a jolt of pure electricity shot up your arm. You forced your hand to remain steady as you took the glass.

"Pretentious? I call it sophisticated," Jimin countered, taking a slow sip of his drink, his eyes never leaving yours. "But I didn't bring you up here to discuss my interior design choices."

"Oh? Then why am I here, Jimin? you asked, stepping closer to him, emboldened by the heavy silence of the room. "To talk about how your boys completely trashed our front lawn during finals week? Or how you keep trying to outbid us for the charity gala?"

Jimin set his glass down on the desk with a soft clink. He took a step toward you, his gaze dropping to your lips before snapping back to your eyes. "I don't give a damn about the charity gala, and you know it."

"Then what is it?"

"It's you," he said, his voice dropping an octave, becoming rough and thick with a desire he had suppressed for far too long. "It's always been you. I'm sick of the games. I'm sick of pretending I don't want to tear this dress off you every time you look at me with those damn beautiful, angry eyes."

Your breath hitched in your throat. Your heart hammered against your ribs like a trapped bird. "Jimin... you hate me."

"Hate you?" Jimin let out a dark, breathless laugh. He closed the remaining distance between you, capturing your waist in his large, warm hands. The heat of his palms burned through the fabric of your clothes. "God, you're so smart, but you're so fucking blind. I don't hate you. I'm completely, utterly consumed by you. I pick at you because it’s the only way I can get you to look at me. I tease your sorority because I want your attention on me, and only me."

Your mind spun. The fierce rival, the arrogant president, was standing in front of you, baring his soul with raw, unfiltered honesty. The thick, dark strands of his hair fell slightly over his brow, but the sharp line of his undercut gave him an intense, predatory look that made your knees go weak. The walls you had built up over two years began to crumble, melting away under the intensity of his gaze.

"You... you want me?" you whispered, your voice shaking slightly.

"More than my next breath," Jimin vowed, his eyes burning into yours. "But I know you're not easy. I know you don't just give in. So tell me to stop. Tell me you don't feel it too, and I'll walk away. I'll never touch you again."

You looked at his lips, then back up to his eyes. The pining, the agonizing desire that had kept you awake for countless nights, boiled over. You didn't want him to stop. You wanted him more than anything.

"Don't you dare walk away," you breathed.

Jimin didn't waste another second. He growled, a low, primal sound that vibrated against your chest as he slammed his mouth onto yours.

The kiss was explosive. It was the release of two years of built-up frustration, longing, and undeniable passion. Jimin’s lips were soft but demanding, parting yours with a possessive hunger that left you lightheaded. You gasped into his mouth, your hands flying up to tangle into the thick, dark hair at the top of his head, your fingers brushing against the rough, closely shaved texture of his undercut as you gripped him tightly.

Jimin groaned, his tongue sliding into your mouth, tasting like expensive whiskey and pure sin. He backed you up until your thighs hit the edge of his heavy mahogany desk. Without breaking the kiss, he lifted you by your waist, hoisting you effortlessly onto the smooth surface. You wrapped your legs around his hips, pulling him flush against you.

The feel of his hard length pressing directly against your aching center through your clothes made you let out a sharp whine. Jimin broke the kiss, his breathing ragged as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. He nipped at the sensitive skin right below your jaw, making you arch your back and gasp out his name.

"Jimin... ah... Jimin, please."

"You have no idea what you do to me," Jimin panted, his hands sliding down to grip the hem of your skirt. He bunched the fabric up, pushing it past your hips until your thighs were bare to his touch. His large hands were warm against your skin, sliding up to your inner thighs, gently forcing your legs wider apart.

He looked up at you, his eyes dark, heavy-lidded, and wild with lust. "You're so beautiful. God, you're so fucking perfect."

He reached down, his fingers finding the edge of your lace panties. He didn't take them off; instead, he pushed them to the side, his long, slender fingers pressing directly against your drenched warmth.

You gasped, your hands gripping his broad shoulders as your hips bucked instinctively against his touch. You were already dripping wet for him, completely undone by his words and his proximity.

"Look at how wet you are for me," Jimin whispered, a dark, satisfied smirk playing on his lips as he stroked his thumb over your sensitive bundle. "You wanted this just as badly as I did, didn't you?"

"Yes," you confessed breathlessly, throwing your head back as he slid one long finger inside you. "Yes, Jimin, please... I've wanted you for so long."

The confession seemed to drive him over the edge. Jimin’s finger moved inside you, pumping rhythmically while his thumb worked your sweet spot with agonizing precision. He watched your face, drinking in every ragged breath, every flush of your skin, every high-pitched whimper that escaped your lips.

"Ah, Jimin, it’s too much... I'm going to..." you cried out, your internal muscles clenching tightly around his finger as waves of pleasure began to ripple through you.

"Not yet, baby. I want to be inside you when you break," Jimin growled. He pulled his finger out, leaving you aching and empty.

With trembling, impatient hands, Jimin reached down to unbuckle his belt and unzip his trousers. He freed his length, which was thick, fully erect, and weeping with his own need. You looked down, your breath catching at the sheer size of him, a thrill of anticipation running through your veins.

Jimin grabbed your hips, lifting you slightly to align his tip with your entrance. He paused, his gaze locking onto yours, giving you one final chance to back out. But you only gripped his shoulders tighter, pulling him closer.

"Now, Jimin. Please."

Jimin didn't hesitate. With one smooth, powerful thrust, he buried his entire length inside you.

The sensation was overwhelming. You let out a loud, breathless scream, the sound muffled against his shoulder as your tight walls stretched to accommodate him perfectly. Jimin froze, a harsh gasp tearing from his throat as your heat clamped down on him like a vice.

"Fuck," Jimin groaned, his veins standing out on his neck as he fought for control. "You're so tight... so fucking hot."

He stayed still for a moment, letting you adjust to his fullness, his hands gripping your hips so tightly his knuckles turned white. When you shifted your hips, silently begging him to move, Jimin let out a low growl and began to move.

He pulled back until he was almost entirely out, before plunging deep inside you again. The friction was unbearable, a perfect, agonizing pleasure that made your mind go completely blank. Jimin established a brutal, rhythmic pace, his hips slamming against yours with a raw, primal force that rattled the desk underneath you.

Thud. Thud. Thud. The sound of his hips meeting yours echoed in the quiet office, a stark contrast to the distant, muffled bass from the party below. You wrapped your arms tightly around his neck, burying your face in his shoulder as he drove you higher and higher.

"Jimin, oh my god, Jimin," you whimpered, your tears of pure pleasure blurring your vision.

Jimin was relentless. He shifted his grip, sliding his hands under your thighs and lifting your legs higher onto his shoulders, opening you up completely. The new angle allowed him to drive even deeper, hitting your sweet spot with every single thrust.

"Tell me who owns this," Jimin demanded, his voice rough and breathless, his chest heaving against yours. "Tell me who you belong to tonight, Prez."

"You," you cried out, your hips bucking wildly against his. "You, Jimin! Only you!"

A dark, possessive satisfaction flared in his eyes. He picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming faster, harder, and more desperate. He was completely unraveled, his usual cool, composed frat-boy persona entirely shattered by the warmth of your body. The jet-black strands of his tousled top fell wildly over his eyes as his head moved, the buzzed skin of his undercut flushed from the heat of the moment. He was a man possessed, chasing the ultimate release inside the only woman he had ever truly wanted.

You could feel your climax building, a coiled spring of pure fire tightening deep within your belly. The pleasure was too intense, too overwhelming to bear.

"Jimin, I'm close... I'm gonna go..." you screamed, your fingers digging into the muscles of his back, leaving red marks.

"Come for me, baby. Let me feel it," Jimin ordered, his own voice cracking as he reached his limit. He delivered three more deep, devastating thrusts before your body completely gave way.

Your vision exploded into brilliant white light as your walls convulsed around him in a shattering, violent orgasm. You screamed his name, your entire body trembling as the waves of pleasure washed over you.

The tight, rhythmic squeezing of your climax was the final straw for Jimin. He let out a loud, guttural groan, burying his face in your hair as he gave one last, deep plunge, pinning you against the desk. He locked his hips against yours as his body shook, pouring his warm release deep inside you, filling you completely.

He held you tightly, his heart hammering violently against your chest, his breathing ragged and loud in the quiet room. You both stayed like that for several long minutes, riding out the aftershocks of the explosive encounter, your bodies slick with sweat and fused together.

Slowly, gently, Jimin pulled out of you, a soft groan escaping his lips at the loss of your warmth. He reached over to the bar cart, grabbing a box of tissues to clean both of you up with tender, surprisingly gentle movements. He adjusted his clothes, zipping up his pants before helping you smooth down your skirt, ensuring you looked perfectly put together.

You sat on the edge of the desk, your legs slightly shaky, a soft blush coating your cheeks as reality began to settle in. You looked at Jimin, suddenly feeling incredibly vulnerable. The fierce rivalry was gone, replaced by a raw, heavy intimacy.

Jimin stepped between your thighs, placing his hands on the desk on either side of your hips. He leaned in, running a hand through his dark hair, his undercut stark and clean in the dim light. He pressed a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead, then to the tip of your nose, before finally resting his lips against yours in a sweet, gentle kiss that was a complete contrast to the violence of before.

He looked at you, his dark eyes soft, warm, and filled with a devotion that made your heart melt.

"What happens now is that I take you out on a real date tomorrow," Jimin said, a soft, genuine smile breaking across his handsome face. "No pranks. No trash-talk. Just me, buying you dinner, and showing you exactly how much I love you."

You stared at him, a wide, breathless smile spreading across your lips. The secret pining was finally over.

"I'd really like that, Frat Boy," you whispered.

In the beginning of your relationship, the sex had been good enough to leave you content. It wasn’t mind-blowing or adventurous, but it was warm and loving and enough to make you curl into him afterward with a sleepy smile. Over the last couple of years though, things had slowly changed. The spark had dimmed into something mechanical, almost routine. You found yourself lying there more often than not, faking soft little moans so he wouldn’t feel bad, while the ache between your legs only grew more frustrated. Sometimes you wondered if he noticed how often you slipped away afterward. Tonight, you knew he did. You could feel it in the way his body had tensed just slightly when he pulled out, the unspoken awareness hanging heavy between you.

Soobin shifted beside you, the mattress dipping as he rolled over. His arm draped loosely across your waist for a moment before he leaned in and pressed a tender kiss to the top of your head, his lips lingering there like an apology he didn’t quite know how to voice. “Goodnight, baby,” he whispered, voice already thick and sleepy. You swallowed the lump in your throat and forced yourself to sound normal.

“Goodnight,” you replied softly, turning your head just enough to brush your nose against his shoulder.

You waited in the dark, listening carefully as his breathing gradually slowed and deepened. Minutes stretched out, each one feeling longer than the last. When you were finally sure he was fully asleep, you slipped out from under his arm with practiced care, trying not to disturb the mattress too much. The cool air of the room hit your bare legs as you stood, and you padded quietly to the bedside drawer. Your fingers closed around the smooth, familiar shape of your vibrator, the one you’d come to rely on more than you wanted to admit. The weight of it in your palm felt almost comforting now.

You tiptoed into the bathroom and closed the door behind you with a soft click, locking it out of habit even though Soobin was dead to the world. The small nightlight cast a gentle golden glow across the tiles as you leaned back against the sink counter. Heart still racing from the unresolved tension in your body, you hiked up the oversized t-shirt you’d thrown on and parted your thighs. The moment the buzzing toy pressed against your swollen, neglected clit, a shaky exhale escaped your lips. This was never fine. This was intense, almost desperate— the sharp pleasure you craved but could no longer get from the man sleeping in the next room.

Your free hand gripped the edge of the counter as you worked the vibrator in slow, teasing circles, then faster, chasing the release that had been denied to you earlier. Your mind wandered while your hips jerked against your hand, thoughts drifting dangerously toward the crumpled business card you’d tucked away in your purse weeks ago. Jeon Jungkook. Licensed Sex Therapist. Specialist in couples’ intimacy issues. You’d stared at that card so many times, equal parts ashamed and curious. The glowing reviews online had mentioned how thorough he was… how hands-on.

Your thighs trembled as the pressure finally built to its peak. You bit down hard on your lip to stay quiet, eyes squeezing shut while the orgasm crashed over you in strong, pulsing waves. For a few blissful seconds, everything else disappeared— the frustration, the guilt, the growing distance between you and Soobin. Only the sharp pleasure remained. But as the high faded and you caught your breath under the dim nightlight, the reality settled back in. This couldn’t keep going on like this. Something had to change.

The next day dawned gray and quiet, the kind of overcast morning that made the apartment feel smaller than it was. You woke up before Soobin, his arm still loosely draped over your waist from the night before. For a long moment you just lay there, staring at the faint crack in the ceiling that had become an unwilling witness to so many disappointing nights. Your body still carried the faint ache of unresolved need, even after last night’s secret session in the bathroom. The memory of the vibrator’s buzz and the sharp, guilty pleasure it brought made your thighs press together under the sheets.

All day the business card burned a hole in your pocket.

You went through the motions— making coffee, answering emails, attending meetings, but your mind kept circling back to it. Should I say something? What if he gets defensive? What if he thinks I’m unhappy with him as a person and not just… this? The card felt heavy, its edges sharp against your fingertips every time you brushed your hand over your pocket. At lunch you pulled it out in the bathroom stall just to stare at the elegant black text again: Jeon Jungkook, Licensed Sex Therapist. Specialist in Couples’ Intimacy & Desire. Your stomach twisted with nerves and something else, something hotter and more dangerous.

By the time evening came, the anxiety had twisted into a constant, low hum beneath your skin. You cooked dinner in silence while Soobin set the table, the two of you moving around each other with the familiar, gentle choreography of a couple who had been together for years. Pasta with creamy tomato sauce, garlic bread, a simple salad, comfort food on a night that felt anything but comfortable. The apartment smelled warm and safe, yet your heart wouldn’t stop racing.

Halfway through the meal, you couldn’t take it anymore.

Your fork paused above your half-eaten plate, twirling a strand of pasta that you no longer had any appetite for. Soobin was talking softly about his day, something about a deadline at work, but the words barely registered. Your fingers trembled as they slipped into your pocket and pulled out the slightly creased business card. Without a word, you slid it across the wooden table until it rested beside his glass of water.

Soobin’s voice trailed off. He looked down at the card, fork hovering in mid-air for a second before he slowly set it down. The quiet clink of metal against the plate sounded impossibly loud. You held your breath, chest tight, watching his face as he picked up the card with long, elegant fingers. His eyes scanned the text once, then again, more carefully. The silence stretched, thick and heavy, broken only by the distant hum of the refrigerator and the ticking of the clock on the wall.

You waited for confusion. For hurt. For anger, maybe. Instead, Soobin let out a long, slow sigh.

It wasn’t the frustrated kind you’d feared. It was… relief. Deep, exhausted relief. His shoulders sagged as he placed the card back on the table, turning it over once between his fingers before looking up at you. His eyes were soft, a little sad, but strangely calm.

“You’ve been thinking about this for a while, haven’t you?” he asked quietly.

You swallowed hard, nodding. Your voice came out smaller than you wanted. “Yes. I… I know things haven’t been great. Between us. In bed. I know you’ve felt it too.”

Soobin leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his hair. He stared at the card for another long moment, then looked at you again— really looked at you. There was no defensiveness in his gaze, only a quiet acknowledgment that made your throat tighten.

“I have,” he admitted, voice low. “I’ve felt it for months. Every time I touch you and you don’t… every time you make those little sounds like you’re trying to spare my feelings.” He gave a small, self-deprecating smile that broke your heart a little. “I didn’t know how to bring it up. I didn’t want you to think I don’t want you anymore, because I do. So fucking much. I just… I don’t know how to fix it.”

The honesty in his words made your eyes sting. You reached across the table and took his hand, squeezing it gently. For the first time in a long time, it felt like you were really seeing each other again. “I don’t want to keep pretending everything’s fine when it’s not,” you whispered. “I think… maybe we need help. Real help. From someone who knows what they’re doing.”

Soobin glanced back down at Jungkook’s name on the card. His thumb brushed over the printed letters almost absentmindedly. After a long pause, he nodded. “Okay,” he said softly. “If you’re sure you want to do this… then I’m in. We’ll do it together.”

You let out a shaky breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding, a strange mix of nerves and excitement fluttering in your stomach. The decision was made. The appointment would be made.

The waiting room of Jeon Jungkook’s private practice was quieter than you expected. Soft ambient music played low in the background, something instrumental and soothing that did little to calm the rapid beating of your heart. You sat on a sleek gray couch beside Soobin, your hand resting loosely in his lap while his thumb brushed slow, absentminded circles over your knuckles. The air smelled faintly of sandalwood and clean linen. Floor-to-ceiling windows let in natural light, but the tension in your chest made everything feel slightly unreal.

You had been nervous all morning. The drive here had been mostly silent, both of you lost in your own thoughts, but now that you were actually here, sitting in this elegant, minimalist office, the nerves had twisted into something sharper. A low, thrilling hum of excitement sat right beneath the anxiety. Your thighs pressed together under your sundress as you replayed the glowing reviews in your head. Thorough. Transformative. Life-changing.

Ten minutes felt like an eternity.

Every time you heard footsteps in the hallway, your breath would catch, only for the sound to fade again. Soobin squeezed your hand gently, offering a small, reassuring smile, but you could see the same mixture of uncertainty and hope in his eyes. He looked handsome today in his button-up shirt, but even that familiar sight couldn’t stop the restless energy buzzing under your skin.

Finally, the door opened.

Jeon Jungkook stepped inside, and for a moment the world seemed to tilt.

He was stunning. Easily one of the most beautiful men you had ever seen. Tall and broad-shouldered, he moved with a quiet, confident grace that immediately filled the room. His black hair was slightly tousled, falling over his forehead in a way that looked effortlessly perfect. Sharp jawline, full lips, and dark, piercing eyes framed by long lashes. He wore a fitted black button-down with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms, revealing tattoos that disappeared beneath the fabric, and tailored slacks that accentuated his powerful thighs. The subtle scent of his cologne, something woody and expensive, reached you as he closed the door behind him.

You couldn’t stop staring.

Jungkook didn’t speak right away. He crossed the room and settled into the large leather chair across from you, clipboard in hand. For several long minutes he simply read over his notes, his expression calm and focused. The silence was heavy. You found yourself tracing the line of his neck, the way his fingers held the pen with quiet strength, the faint flex of muscle in his forearm as he turned a page. Heat crept up your neck. Soobin shifted beside you, but you couldn’t tear your gaze away from the man in front of you.

After what felt like forever, Jungkook finally looked up.

His eyes met yours first, then shifted to Soobin. A small, professional smile curved his lips, warm, but with something unreadable flickering behind it. “Hello,” he said, voice smooth and low, like velvet dragged over stone. “I’m Jeon Jungkook. Thank you for waiting. I’ve reviewed the intake forms you filled out online.” He set the clipboard on his lap and leaned back slightly, giving you both his full attention. “So… why don’t you tell me what brought you here today?”

You swallowed hard, mouth suddenly dry. Soobin gave your hand another squeeze, silently encouraging you to start. Your voice came out softer than intended as you began to speak.

You told him everything. How the sex had been good in the beginning, warm, loving, safe. How over the past couple of years it had slowly become routine and unsatisfying. You described lying beneath Soobin, faking soft moans while your body remained tense and frustrated. The mechanical rhythm, the lack of real spark, the growing ache that no amount of “fine” could satisfy. You mentioned slipping away to the bathroom at night with your vibrator, chasing the intense pleasure your boyfriend could no longer give you. Your cheeks burned as you spoke, but Jungkook’s gaze never wavered. He listened with complete focus, occasionally nodding or jotting something down on his clipboard.

Soobin chimed in quietly, his voice laced with vulnerability. He admitted feeling the distance growing between you two. How he could sense you weren’t fully there with him anymore, how guilty it made him feel, how much he still wanted you but didn’t know how to reach you the way he used to. He spoke about the pressure of wanting to please you and constantly falling short.

Jungkook listened intently the entire time.

His dark eyes flicked between the two of you, absorbing every word. Every so often he would write something down in neat, precise strokes, his pen moving across the paper with a soft scratch that somehow felt intimate in the quiet room. He didn’t interrupt. He didn’t offer empty reassurances. He simply absorbed it all, head slightly tilted, expression thoughtful and impossibly focused. You found yourself wondering what exactly he was writing. What he was thinking. Whether he could already picture exactly how to fix what was broken between you.

When you both finally fell silent, the room felt heavier than before. Your heart was racing, thighs warm, a traitorous pulse beating between your legs as you watched Jungkook tap his pen against the clipboard once, twice, before setting it down.

“I appreciate how open you’ve both been so far,” he began, eyes flicking between you and Soobin. “But to truly help, I need to understand the specifics. The details matter. How often do you have sex currently? How long do your sessions usually last, from start to finish? And most importantly… what does it actually look like when you’re together?”

You felt heat bloom across your chest and climb up your neck. Soobin’s hand tightened slightly around yours, his palm growing warmer. Jungkook waited patiently, giving you both space, but his dark eyes were sharp, missing nothing. When neither of you spoke immediately, he continued gently, guiding the conversation. “Let’s start with positions,” he said, tone professional yet undeniably intimate. “What positions do you usually use? Do you switch often? How does foreplay factor in— duration, techniques? And how long does penetration usually last before one or both of you finishes?”

The questions landed heavily in the quiet room. You swallowed, mouth dry, your sundress suddenly feeling too thin against your skin. Jungkook’s gaze settled on you expectantly, patient but commanding. There was something about the way he looked at you— focused, knowing, like he could already see the frustration coiled tight in your body, that made your pulse throb between your legs.

You took a shaky breath and forced the words out, voice barely above a whisper at first. “We… we mostly just do missionary,” you admitted, cheeks burning. “It’s what feels most natural for us, I guess. Comfortable. Soobin on top, me on my back. Sometimes I’ll ride him, cowgirl, but not very often. And when I do… there’s not much vigor to it. I get tired quickly, or it just doesn’t feel… right.”

Jungkook nodded slowly, writing something down in those neat strokes. The scratch of his pen seemed louder than it should have been. He didn’t look surprised or judgmental. Instead, his expression remained thoughtfully neutral, though you swore you caught the faintest flicker of something darker, interest, perhaps, behind his eyes.

“And how long does it usually last?” he asked, voice smooth. “From the moment clothes come off to when it’s over. Be honest.”

Soobin cleared his throat, shifting uncomfortably beside you. His ears had turned pink. “Maybe… ten to fifteen minutes?” he offered quietly. “Sometimes less. I try to hold out, but…”

You squeezed his hand, both ashamed and relieved to finally say it aloud. “It’s not that it’s bad,” you added quickly, though the words felt hollow even to you. “It’s just… short. And always the same. Missionary with him above me, moving steadily until he finishes. I rarely do on my own during it. When I ride him, I try to move, but it feels awkward. Like I don’t know how to make it feel good for either of us anymore. There’s no real… intensity. No roughness. No experimentation.”

Jungkook listened with complete focus. His full lips pressed together in thought as he processed your words. He uncrossed his legs and leaned forward again, elbows on his knees, closing some of the distance between you. The scent of his cologne wrapped around you, warm, masculine, expensive. “No oral?” he asked calmly. “No doggy style? No standing positions, no restraints, no toys during sex together? You mentioned using a vibrator alone at night, does Soobin ever use it on you? Or watch you use it?”

Each question felt like a layer being peeled back. You squirmed in your seat, painfully aware of the growing wetness between your thighs. The way Jungkook spoke, so direct, so clinical, yet dripping with unspoken promise, made your mind race with images you knew you shouldn’t be having in this moment. Him. Those tattooed arms. That confident grip. Showing you exactly what you’d been missing.

Soobin shook his head slowly. “We’ve tried oral a few times, but… it doesn’t last long. And no, we’ve never really done any of the other stuff. It just never felt necessary before. Or maybe we didn’t know how.”

You nodded in agreement, biting your lip. “It’s always been vanilla. Safe. But now it feels too safe. Too… predictable. I love him. I do. But I lie there wondering if this is just how it’s going to be forever.”

Jungkook’s eyes lingered on you a moment longer than necessary before he wrote a few more lines. The silence that followed was thick with tension. He finally set the pen down and looked at you both, his expression composed but carrying an undeniable edge of authority. “I understand,” he said, voice dropping slightly. “You’re stuck in a very narrow script. Missionary and occasional cowgirl with minimal energy or variation, that explains a lot about the frustration you’re both feeling. Your bodies have adapted to routine. Comfort has replaced desire.”

Jungkook set his clipboard aside completely now, the soft thud of it hitting the side table sounding final. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, and fixed both of you with a steady, intense gaze. The professional mask was still there, but something sharper and more commanding lingered just beneath it.

“I’ve heard enough to see the pattern clearly,” he said, voice low and smooth. “Words and explanations can only go so far. At this point, the most effective way for me to help is through demonstration. I’d like to show Soobin exactly how to touch you, how to build real desire, and how to awaken the parts of your body that have been neglected.”

He let the words settle in the heavy silence of the room before turning his full attention to you. “I won’t do anything without your explicit consent,” Jungkook continued, his dark eyes locking onto yours. “This would involve me touching you directly while Soobin watches. I’ll start slow. I’ll show him how to kiss you, how to touch you, how to read your body’s responses. If at any point you want to stop, you say the word and everything ends immediately.”

Your heart hammered wildly in your chest. Heat flooded your face, your neck, and lower. You could feel Soobin’s hand tense in yours, his breathing shallow beside you. For a long moment, the only sound was the soft ambient music and the rush of blood in your ears.

Jungkook waited patiently, giving you time. His gaze never wavered— calm, confident, and impossibly magnetic. You swallowed hard, throat dry. Nervous energy twisted in your stomach, but underneath it, something hotter and more dangerous stirred. A deep, aching curiosity. Excitement. “Yes,” you whispered, voice barely audible at first. Then stronger, “Yes… I want that.”

Jungkook’s lips curved into a small, approving smile. He glanced at Soobin. “And you? Are you comfortable with me demonstrating on your girlfriend while you observe?”

Soobin hesitated for only a second, then gave a slow nod, his cheeks flushed. “If she wants it… then yes.” Jungkook stood up smoothly, moving with that quiet, predatory grace. He crossed the short distance between his chair and the wide, plush chaise lounge where you and Soobin were seated. He extended his hand to you.

“Come here,” he said softly. “Lie back and get comfortable.”

Your legs felt unsteady as you stood. Soobin released your hand, and you moved to the chaise, heart pounding so hard you were sure they could both hear it. You lay back against the soft cushions, your sundress riding up slightly against your thighs. Jungkook sat on the edge beside you, the heat of his body immediately noticeable. He was so close now. The scent of his cologne, the faint warmth radiating from his broad frame, the way his button-up shirt stretched across his chest, it was overwhelming.

He looked down at you, eyes dark and focused. “Relax for me,” he murmured. “We’re going to start very slow.” Jungkook leaned in, one hand gently brushing your hair away from your neck. His breath ghosted over your skin first, sending shivers racing down your spine. Then his lips pressed softly just below your ear. The kiss was feather-light at first, warm, deliberate. He took his time, kissing down the sensitive column of your neck with slow, lingering presses of his mouth. Each one felt intentional, like he was learning the map of your reactions.

A shaky exhale left your lips. Your eyes fluttered half-closed as he kissed lower, finding the spot where your neck met your shoulder and sucking gently. The wet heat of his tongue traced a small circle there, and your back arched instinctively. One of his hands slid up your side, slow and confident, until his large palm cupped your breast through the thin fabric of your dress. He squeezed gently, thumb brushing over your nipple in slow, teasing strokes until it hardened under his touch.

“See how she responds when you take your time?” Jungkook said quietly, speaking to Soobin without pulling his mouth away from your neck. His voice had dropped even lower. “Don’t rush straight to the obvious places. Build it. Make her feel wanted.”

He kneaded your breast with just the right amount of pressure, rolling your nipple between his fingers over your dress, while his mouth continued its slow exploration of your neck and collarbones. Soft, open-mouthed kisses. The occasional gentle scrape of teeth that made your thighs press together. Your breathing had already grown uneven, small sounds escaping you that you didn’t even try to hold back.

Jungkook’s free hand rested on your waist, holding you in place as he shifted slightly closer. The weight and warmth of him beside you made your head spin. Every touch was precise, controlled, and devastatingly effective. You could already feel yourself getting wet, arousal pooling between your legs far faster than it ever did with Soobin.

Soobin sat quietly in the chair nearby, eyes wide and fixed on every movement. His hands were clenched tightly in his lap, breathing audible. Jungkook pulled back just enough to look at your face, his thumb still lazily circling your nipple. His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide. “How does that feel?” he asked you, voice husky. “Be honest.”

You could barely form words. Your neck tingled where his mouth had been, your breast warm and heavy under his hand. “It feels… really good,” you breathed, cheeks burning.

A satisfied smile tugged at Jungkook’s lips. “Good,” he murmured, leaning back down. “Then let’s continue.” Jungkook’s hands moved with deliberate confidence as he sat up slightly on the edge of the chaise. His dark eyes never left your face, reading every flicker of nervousness and arousal that crossed it. “Let’s remove this,” he murmured, voice low and reassuring. “I want you to feel everything without barriers.”

His fingers found the hem of your sundress, slowly sliding it upward. The fabric whispered against your skin as he lifted it inch by inch, exposing your thighs, then your hips, then the soft curve of your stomach. You raised your arms obediently, heart hammering against your ribs. With one smooth, practiced motion, Jungkook pulled the dress up and over your head, leaving your hair slightly tousled. He set the garment aside neatly on a nearby chair, his gaze roaming over your body now clad only in your bra and matching underwear.

The cool air of the room kissed your newly exposed skin, making you shiver. You felt incredibly vulnerable under their combined stares— Soobin’s wide-eyed and tense from his seat, and Jungkook’s dark, hungry, yet still controlled. Jungkook hummed softly in approval, his large hands returning to your body immediately.

He leaned down again, lips finding your neck once more. This time his kisses were deeper, more possessive, sucking gently at your pulse point while one hand cupped your breast through the thin lace of your bra. His thumb brushed over your nipple in slow, teasing circles, coaxing it to a stiff peak. He kneaded the soft flesh with just the right pressure, firm enough to make you arch into his touch, but never rushed.

“Watch how I’m touching her,” Jungkook said quietly to Soobin, his mouth still hovering against your heated skin. “Don’t just grab. Mold her breast in your palm like this… feel its weight. Use your thumb to tease her nipple until it’s sensitive. Her body is already responding, see how her breathing changed? That’s what you want.”

You let out a shaky whimper as he emphasized his words by pinching your nipple lightly through the fabric, rolling it between his fingers. Pleasure shot straight down between your legs. Jungkook continued kissing down your collarbone, occasionally glancing toward Soobin to explain, his voice smooth and instructional even as his hands worked magic on your body.

After several long, indulgent minutes of kissing and caressing your breasts, Jungkook’s hand began to travel lower. His palm smoothed down your stomach, fingers tracing the waistband of your underwear. He looked up at you, eyes intense. “Still okay?” he asked softly.

You nodded quickly, biting your lip. “Yes…”

With your permission, his hand slipped beneath the fabric of your panties. The first touch of his fingers against your bare, heated skin made you gasp. You were already slick with arousal, embarrassingly wet from everything he’d done so far. Jungkook’s middle and ring fingers found your swollen clit and began rubbing slow, lazy circles over it.

“Fuck… she’s soaked,” he murmured, almost to himself, though loud enough for Soobin to hear. His fingers moved with expert precision, not too fast, not too light, applying perfect pressure as he circled your clit again and again. “This is key, Soobin. Don’t rush to penetrate her. Spend time here. Learn exactly how she likes to be touched. Feel how her hips are already trying to follow my hand?”

Your thighs trembled. Soft, needy sounds spilled from your lips as Jungkook continued the torturously slow rubbing. Heat coiled tighter and tighter in your lower belly. Every circle of his fingers sent sparks of pleasure racing through you. He kept his mouth on your neck and chest the entire time, kissing and gently biting while his hand worked between your legs.

After several drawn-out minutes of this, Jungkook shifted slightly. He used two fingers to pull your soaked panties to the side, fully exposing you. Without warning, he slowly pushed one thick finger inside you, then a second, stretching you open with delicious care. A broken moan escaped your throat. Your back arched off the chaise as his fingers sank deeper, curling slightly to find that sensitive spot inside you. Jungkook groaned softly in approval at how tightly you clenched around him.

“See that?” he said to Soobin, voice huskier now. “She’s gripping my fingers so tightly. This is what happens when you take the time to arouse her properly. Slide in slowly… curl them like this… and listen to the sounds she makes.” He began thrusting his fingers in and out in long, deep strokes, his thumb returning to rub circles over your clit at the same time. The dual sensation was overwhelming. Your hips rolled against his hand instinctively, chasing the building pleasure while Soobin watched every single movement with flushed cheeks and parted lips.

Jungkook’s eyes flicked back to your face, watching you intently as he fingered you with steady, devastating skill. “You’re doing so well,” he praised softly, pumping his fingers deeper. “Let me hear you.”

Jungkook’s fingers moved with growing intensity, thrusting deeper and faster into your soaked pussy. The wet, obscene sounds of his thick fingers pumping in and out filled the room, mixing with your increasingly loud moans. You couldn’t hold back anymore. Your head fell back against the chaise as shameless whimpers and cries spilled from your lips. “Ah— fuck… Jungkook—” you moaned loudly, your voice breaking on his name. Your fingers dug desperately into his muscular arm, gripping the hard bicep through his shirt as if it were the only thing keeping you grounded. Your hips bucked up to meet every thrust, chasing the overwhelming pleasure he was giving you so effortlessly. “Oh my god… it feels so good—”

“That’s it,” Jungkook praised, his voice low and rough. “Let it out. Don’t hold back for me.” His fingers curled perfectly against that sensitive spot inside you with every stroke, faster now, more relentless. The wet squelching sounds grew louder as your arousal coated his hand and dripped down between your thighs.

Your moans turned into desperate, breathy cries. Your thighs trembled violently around his wrist as the pleasure built higher and higher, far beyond anything you’d felt in months.

Jungkook suddenly slowed his fingers, keeping them buried deep inside you, and shifted his position. He moved onto his knees on the chaise, spreading your legs wider with his free hand. He looked over at Soobin, eyes dark with lust but still carrying that instructional tone. “I’m going to eat her out while I keep fingering her,” he told Soobin calmly. “This combination is extremely effective. Watch how I use my tongue.”

You whimpered at his words alone, already anticipating what was coming. Jungkook hooked his fingers under the waistband of your soaked panties and pulled them down your legs, tossing them aside. Completely exposed now, you shivered under his gaze.

He leaned down between your spread thighs, face inches from your dripping pussy. Without warning, he spat directly onto your swollen hole, the warm saliva landing right at your entrance. You gasped sharply at the filthy sensation. Jungkook used two fingers to spread the spit around, mixing it with your own wetness, before pushing his fingers back inside you.

Then his tongue was on you. A loud, broken moan tore from your throat as his warm, wet tongue licked a long, slow stripe up your pussy before focusing on your clit. He sucked the sensitive bud into his mouth while his fingers continued thrusting in and out of you, faster than before. Then he did exactly what he’d described, he fucked the spit into your hole with his tongue, pushing it inside you alongside his fingers in messy, obscene strokes.

You were on cloud nine.

“Fuck—! Jungkook— oh my fucking god—” you cried out, voice loud and unrestrained. Your back arched sharply off the chaise as intense pleasure crashed through your body. Your hands flew to his head, fingers threading through his soft dark hair, gripping tightly as his tongue fucked into you deeper. The wet sounds of his mouth devouring your pussy mixed with the filthy squelch of his fingers pumping relentlessly inside you.

Jungkook groaned against your cunt, the vibration sending shocks of pleasure through you. He alternated between fucking you with his tongue and sucking hard on your clit, all while his fingers curled and stroked that perfect spot without mercy. “Soobin,” Jungkook said, pulling back just enough to speak, his lips shiny with your juices. “Come closer. Sit right next to her. She needs you here.”

Soobin moved quickly, his face flushed dark red. He sat on the edge of the chaise beside you, eyes wide as he watched Jungkook devour you. You reached out blindly, grabbing Soobin’s hand and squeezing it hard as another loud moan ripped from your throat.

“Baby— ahh— it feels so good,” you whimpered to Soobin, voice shaking. Your body thrashed under Jungkook’s skilled mouth and fingers, hips grinding desperately against his face. You gripped Soobin’s hand like a lifeline while your other hand stayed tangled in Jungkook’s hair, pulling him harder against your pussy.

Jungkook doubled down, tongue fucking into you even deeper, spitting on your cunt again before diving back in with messy, hungry strokes. His fingers never stopped their brutal pace, curling and thrusting until your moans turned into near-screams of pleasure.

You were lost in it, whimpering, moaning, and shaking uncontrollably as the man between your legs showed you exactly what your body had been missing, while you held your boyfriend’s hand through every devastating wave of pleasure.

The pleasure built to an unbearable peak as Jungkook’s tongue fucked relentlessly into your dripping hole and his fingers curled against that perfect spot inside you. Your moans turned into desperate, broken cries, growing louder and more frantic with every filthy stroke of his skilled mouth. You gripped Soobin’s hand so tightly your knuckles turned white, your other hand fisting Jungkook’s dark hair as your hips bucked wildly against his face.

Suddenly, the coil inside you snapped.

You came hard on his tongue with a loud, shuddering scream. “Jungkook—! Fuck, I’m cumming—!” Your entire body convulsed violently, thighs clamping around his head as powerful waves of pleasure crashed through you. Your pussy clenched and fluttered around his fingers and tongue, gushing wetly against his mouth while he continued licking and sucking through every pulse of your orgasm. You thrashed on the chaise, moaning shamelessly, eyes squeezed shut as the intense release left you trembling and breathless. Soobin’s hand stayed firmly in yours the entire time, grounding you even as you fell apart under another man’s mouth.

Jungkook worked you through every last aftershock, licking you slowly and gently until your body finally sagged against the cushions, panting and dazed. Only then did he pull back, his lips and chin glistening with your cum. He looked devastatingly handsome like that, flushed, eyes dark with lust, and breathing heavily.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and looked between you and Soobin, voice low and husky but still controlled. “Are you both willing to continue?” he asked. “I’d like to move into demonstrating positions. The difference between what you’ve been doing and what she actually needs.”

You didn’t even hesitate. Still floating on the high of your orgasm, arousal already stirring again, you nodded eagerly. “Yes,” you breathed, almost desperately. “Please… I want more.”

Soobin swallowed hard, visibly affected by what he’d just witnessed, but he nodded as well. “If she wants it… yes.”

A satisfied, almost predatory smile tugged at Jungkook’s lips. “Good,” he murmured. “I’m going to fuck her raw. Skin to skin. No condom. She needs to feel the full effect, the heat, the friction, everything. Then I’ll show you, Soobin, exactly how to make missionary feel incredible for her instead of just… adequate.”

Jungkook reached behind your back with skilled fingers and unclasped your bra. He slid the straps down your shoulders slowly, savoring the moment as he pulled the lace away and dropped it aside. Your breasts spilled free, nipples already hard and aching. He groaned softly at the sight before leaning down and capturing one nipple in his mouth.

He sucked on it hungrily, tongue swirling around the sensitive peak while his large hand kneaded the soft flesh of your other breast. He switched sides, giving the same devoted attention to the other nipple, sucking harder, grazing his teeth gently, then soothing with his tongue. The wet sounds of his mouth on your breasts filled the room as you moaned and arched into him, your body responding instantly.

After several long, indulgent minutes of worshipping your chest, Jungkook finally positioned himself between your spread thighs, after kicking his pants and boxers off. He gripped his thick, hard cock in one hand, stroking it slowly as he looked down at your flushed, dripping pussy. “Watch carefully,” he told Soobin, voice rough. “This is how you claim her.”

He rubbed the swollen head of his cock up and down your slick folds, coating himself in your wetness, before pressing against your entrance. With a low groan, Jungkook pushed forward and slid into you in one long, deep thrust, burying himself to the hilt inside your tight, fluttering heat.

You cried out loudly at the stretch, your back arching sharply. He was big, thicker and longer than Soobin, and the raw, bare feeling of him inside you was overwhelming. “Fuck… so tight,” Jungkook growled, holding still for a moment to let you adjust. Then he pulled back almost all the way before slamming back in, setting a rough, brutal pace immediately.

The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the room as he fucked you hard and deep. Each powerful thrust rocked your entire body, your breasts bouncing with the force of it. Jungkook’s hands gripped your hips tightly, holding you in place as he drove into you again and again, the wet, filthy sounds of your pussy taking his cock filling the air. “That’s it,” he groaned, eyes locked on your face. “Take my cock. Feel how deep I am?”

Your moans were loud and unrestrained, turning into near-screams every time he bottomed out inside you. The brutal pace left you shaking, gripping the cushions beneath you as wave after wave of intense pleasure rolled through your body.

Jungkook’s grip on your hips tightened, his fingers digging into your soft flesh with possessive strength. He used your body like a personal toy, pulling you down onto his thick cock with every brutal thrust. Instead of just fucking into you, he yanked your hips forward to meet him, slamming you onto his length over and over again in a relentless rhythm. The wet, filthy sound of your soaked pussy being filled echoed loudly in the room with every powerful motion. Each time he dragged you back down, his cock buried itself impossibly deep, the head kissing your cervix and sending sparks of overwhelming pleasure shooting through your entire body.

“Fuck—!” you cried out, voice hoarse and broken. Your head tossed back against the chaise, mouth falling open in a constant stream of moans and whimpers.

Jungkook glanced over at Soobin, breathing heavily but still in control. “Soobin,” he growled, never slowing the way he was manhandling you onto his cock. “Play with her clit. Rub it while I fuck her. She needs the extra stimulation.”

Soobin hesitated only for a second before leaning closer. His hand trembled slightly as he reached between your bodies and found your swollen, sensitive clit. He began rubbing slow circles over it, just like he’d watched Jungkook do earlier. The added sensation was immediate and devastating.

Your moans instantly grew louder, turning into desperate, shameless cries. “Oh my god—! It’s so good… so fucking good— Jungkook, your cock is so big— I can’t— ahh!” The words spilled out of you in a messy, nonsensical stream.

Jungkook groaned in satisfaction at your words, his pace growing even more punishing. He kept yanking your hips down onto him with raw strength, using your body exactly how he wanted. The wet slap of skin against skin was constant now, your arousal dripping down his balls and soaking the chaise beneath you. Every brutal thrust made your breasts bounce heavily, your entire body jolting with the force of him claiming you.

Soobin’s fingers kept rubbing your clit, faster now, his eyes wide and dark as he watched you fall apart. “You look so beautiful like this,” he whispered, voice thick with a mix of emotions. “All fucked out… you’re glowing. So fucking pretty when you’re moaning like that.”

His words only pushed you higher. You squeezed Soobin’s hand tighter with your free one while your other hand clutched desperately at Jungkook’s forearm, nails digging into his tattooed skin. “Your dick is so big, it feels too good, I can’t think— please don’t stop—!” you babbled loudly, words slurring together between broken moans and gasps. Tears of overwhelming pleasure pricked at the corners of your eyes as he continued to wreck you.

Jungkook smirked, dark eyes gleaming with lust and satisfaction. He adjusted his angle slightly and started pounding into you even harder, pulling you onto his cock with every snap of his hips. The new position made him hit that perfect spot inside you with devastating accuracy on every thrust. Sweat glistened on his forehead and neck, his shirt now clinging to his muscular chest from exertion.

“That’s right,” he growled, voice rough and low. “Feel how deep I am? This is what your pussy needed. Not soft, polite sex. It needed to be ruined like this.”

He kept using your body ruthlessly, yanking you down onto him, grinding deep, then pulling back only to slam you onto his length again. Soobin never stopped rubbing tight, slick circles on your clit, his eyes flicking between your face and the sight of Jungkook’s thick cock disappearing inside you repeatedly.

The pleasure was blinding. Your moans echoed shamelessly through the room as another orgasm began rapidly building, even stronger than the first. Jungkook was fucking you better than you had ever been fucked in your life. The brutal pace of Jungkook’s cock slamming into you, combined with Soobin’s fingers rubbing relentless circles on your swollen clit, pushed you straight over the edge again.

Your second orgasm hit you like a freight train.

“Jungkook—! I’m cumming— fuck. ” you screamed, your voice cracking as your entire body seized up. Your pussy clenched violently around his thick cock, fluttering and gushing as powerful waves of pleasure ripped through you. Your back arched sharply off the chaise, thighs shaking uncontrollably while Jungkook kept fucking you through it, dragging out every last pulse of your release. Soobin’s hand never stopped, prolonging the overwhelming sensation until you were sobbing with pleasure, tears slipping down your cheeks.

You were still twitching and gasping, trying to catch your breath, when Jungkook suddenly pulled out of you with a wet sound. Before you could even whimper at the loss, he grabbed you by the waist and lifted you effortlessly, as if you weighed nothing.

He turned and sat down on the chaise, pulling you with him so you straddled his lap facing him. He guided you down onto his cock again in one smooth motion, burying himself back inside your sensitive, fluttering pussy. This new position pressed your bodies flush together, chest to chest, your knees bent on either side of his hips.

“This is called the lotus position,” Jungkook explained to Soobin, voice deep and slightly breathless as he held you firmly on his cock. “It’s intimate. She’s completely wrapped around me, which lets me hit every sensitive spot inside her. The closeness increases stimulation on her clit and lets her control the depth and rhythm while I guide her. It feels incredible for her because she’s full and every movement grinds right against her g-spot.”

You barely had time to process his words before your body took over. Still trembling from your last orgasm, you started moving on him, slow at first, then faster, rolling and bouncing on his thick length with desperate need. The new angle made him feel even deeper, pressing against places you didn’t even know existed.

“Ahh! Jungkook!” you sobbed, pleasure bordering on too much. Your hands gripped his broad shoulders tightly, nails digging into his shirt as you rode him. Your head tipped back, mouth open in a constant stream of broken moans and cries. “It’s so deep… so fucking deep, oh my god.”

Tears continued slipping down your flushed cheeks as you moved faster, chasing the overwhelming pleasure. Your breasts bounced heavily with every roll of your hips, pussy swallowing his cock again and again with wet, obscene sounds.

Jungkook groaned deeply, his hands sliding down to grip your ass. He kneaded the soft, plump flesh roughly, spreading your cheeks as he helped guide you up and down on his cock. Then— smack, his palm came down hard on your right cheek, the sharp sound echoing through the room. You cried out at the sting, clenching tighter around him. “Fuck, that’s it,” he growled, slapping your ass again, harder this time. “Ride me just like that. Use my cock.”

He buried his face between your bouncing tits, sucking one nipple into his hot mouth while his hands continued kneading and spanking your ass in rhythm with your movements. He groaned against your skin, tongue swirling and teeth grazing as he devoured you.

You were lost in it— sobbing, moaning, and babbling nonsense while you rode him with everything you had.Your head stayed tipped back, eyes half-lidded and glassy with overwhelming pleasure as you held onto his shoulders for dear life. Soobin watched everything in stunned silence from just inches away, eyes dark and fixed on the way your body moved on Jungkook’s cock and how his hands owned your ass.

Jungkook pulled his mouth from your nipple just long enough to look up at your pleasure-drunk face, voice rough with lust. “That’s my good girl… Keep fucking yourself on me. Let him see how pretty you look when you’re falling apart.”

You were completely lost in the overwhelming pleasure, rolling your hips desperately on Jungkook’s thick cock in this position. Your voice had grown hoarse from moaning, but his name still fell from your lips like a prayer. “Jungkook… Jungkook— fuck, Jungkook—” you whimpered repeatedly, your head tipped back and eyes glazed over.

Jungkook pulled his face from your breasts, lips shiny, and looked up at you with dark, lust-filled eyes. His hands squeezed your ass firmly as he held you down on his cock, grinding up into you slowly. “What is it, pretty girl?” he asked, voice low and teasing, a smirk playing on his lips. “What do you need? Tell me. Use your words.”

You sobbed softly, still moving on him, drunk on the feeling of being so full. “I want it from behind,” you begged, voice shaky and desperate. “Please… I want you to fuck me from behind.”

Jungkook let out a deep, amused chuckle that vibrated through his chest. “Greedy girl,” he murmured affectionately. Without warning, he lifted you off his cock, making you whine at the sudden emptiness. He easily maneuvered your body, turning you around on the chaise.

He guided you into position with strong, confident hands. “Soobin, sit down right here,” he instructed. Soobin obeyed, sitting on the chaise with his back against the cushions. Jungkook then pushed you forward until your face hovered just above Soobin’s lap, your elbows resting on either side of his knees. Your back was arched deeply, ass up and presented perfectly for Jungkook behind you.

You looked up at Soobin through your lashes, flushed and breathing hard, your cheek nearly brushing against the bulge in his pants.

Instead of immediately sliding his cock into you, Jungkook knelt behind you. He spread your ass cheeks wide with both hands, exposing you completely. He leaned in and sank his teeth gently into the soft flesh of your right ass cheek, biting and sucking hard enough to make you gasp sharply.

“I’m going to eat her ass now,” Jungkook explained to Soobin, voice calm but dripping with lust. “Most men skip this, but it feels incredible for her. It relaxes her and makes her even wetter. Watch.” Before you could fully prepare yourself, Jungkook buried his face between your cheeks.

A loud, broken cry tore from your throat the moment his warm, wet tongue licked a slow, filthy stripe over your tight hole. “Oh my god!” you screamed, your whole body jerking forward. He licked you again, slower this time, swirling the tip of his tongue around your rim before pressing it inside you.

You were crying out uncontrollably now, the pleasure intense and strangely intimate. Your hands scrambled desperately for purchase, grabbing onto Soobin’s thighs and squeezing hard as Jungkook devoured your ass with filthy enthusiasm. He groaned against your skin, the vibrations making your eyes roll back.

His tongue pushed deeper, fucking into your tight hole with wet, obscene sounds while one of his hands reached underneath to rub firm circles on your clit. He alternated between long, broad licks and pointed thrusts of his tongue, eating you like a man starved. Every stroke sent jolts of sharp, dirty pleasure racing up your spine. “Fuck— Jungkook, it feels so fucking good!” you sobbed, pushing back against his face instinctively. Tears of overwhelming sensation rolled down your cheeks as you panted against Soobin’s thigh, looking up at him with glassy, fucked-out eyes.

Jungkook pulled back just enough to speak, his breath hot against your wet skin. “Hear how loud she gets when I eat her ass? This is what she’s been missing.” Then he dove right back in, licking and sucking even more eagerly, his face pressed fully between your cheeks as he worked you open with his skilled tongue.

Your moans and cries filled the entire room, shameless and loud, while your hands gripped Soobin’s thighs like a lifeline, trembling as Jungkook continued. Jungkook didn’t rush. He kept his face buried between your spread cheeks, devouring you with slow, filthy dedication. His tongue swirled and probed at your tight rim, licking long stripes from your dripping pussy up to your asshole before pushing inside again. Every time his tongue fucked into your ass, a fresh wave of overwhelming pleasure crashed through you, making your back arch deeper and your fingers dig harder into Soobin’s thighs.

Your hips pushed back against his face instinctively, chasing more of that dirty, intense sensation. He groaned deeply against your skin, the vibration traveling straight through you as he continued with even more enthusiasm. He spread your cheeks wider with both hands, fully exposing you, and spat directly onto your hole before diving back in, licking and sucking like he couldn’t get enough.

Minutes stretched out in a haze of pleasure. Jungkook took his time, alternating between broad, sloppy licks and sharp, pointed thrusts of his tongue deep inside you. One of his hands stayed between your legs, rubbing slow, firm circles on your swollen clit while the other kneaded and slapped your ass cheek occasionally, the sharp smacks making you jolt and moan louder. You were a mess, sobbing, whimpering, and shaking as he continued rimming you relentlessly, pushing you closer and closer to the edge again without ever letting you tip over.

Only when your legs were trembling uncontrollably and your cries had turned into constant, desperate begging did Jungkook finally pull back. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and rose onto his knees behind you, his voice rough with lust as he spoke to Soobin. “Now I’m going to fuck her from behind. Hard. This position lets me go deeper and gives me full control.”

You barely had time to catch your breath before you felt the thick, blunt head of Jungkook’s cock pressing against your soaked entrance. In one powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside your pussy, stretching you open around his thick length.

A loud, broken scream tore from your throat. "Fuck yes!" He didn’t give you any time to adjust. He immediately set a brutal, punishing pace, slamming into you hard and deep. The sound of his hips slapping against your ass echoed loudly through the room with every thrust. He gripped your hips tightly, yanking you back onto his cock over and over again, using your body exactly how he wanted.

“Fuck— so tight,” he growled, voice low and strained.

Every brutal snap of his hips drove his cock impossibly deep, the head kissing your cervix with every stroke. Your elbows trembled as you tried to hold yourself up, face buried against Soobin’s thigh while your moans and cries grew louder and more broken. Jungkook reached forward and grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back slightly so your back arched even more for him.

“You like that?” he groaned, pounding into you mercilessly. “You like being fucked like a little toy from behind?”

“Yes! Yes, fuck— Jungkook!” you sobbed, tears of overwhelming pleasure streaming down your face. The angle was devastating. Every thrust ground against that perfect spot inside you, making your legs shake violently. Your pussy clenched tightly around his cock, soaking him with every rough stroke as he continued to rail you without mercy.

Jungkook’s pace was relentless, hard, fast, and animalistic. The wet, filthy sound of your arousal squelching around his cock mixed with the sharp slap of skin on skin. He kept one hand fisted in your hair and the other gripping your hip hard enough to leave marks, pulling you back onto him with every thrust like he was trying to bury himself even deeper.

Jungkook continued pounding into you with deep, powerful strokes, his hips snapping against your ass with a loud, rhythmic slap. Your moans were constant and broken, your body jolting forward with every brutal thrust while your face stayed pressed against Soobin’s thigh. Jungkook’s grip on your hips was iron-tight, fingers digging into your skin as he used you relentlessly.

He slowed his thrusts just enough to speak, his voice rough and commanding, yet still instructional. “Soobin,” he said, breathing heavily. “Grab her hips. Both hands. I want you to help move her back and forth on my cock. Feel how she takes me. Learn the rhythm she needs.”

Soobin hesitated for a moment, eyes wide as he watched Jungkook’s thick cock disappear inside you again and again. His cheeks were flushed dark red, but after a few seconds, he leaned forward and placed his hands on your hips, right beside Jungkook’s.

“That’s it,” Jungkook encouraged, still buried deep inside you. “Pull her back onto me when I thrust forward. Help her fuck herself on my cock. She loves it deep like this.”

Soobin’s hands tightened on your hips. At first his grip was gentle, almost uncertain, but as Jungkook started moving again, Soobin began pulling you back onto Jungkook’s cock in time with his thrusts. The added force made Jungkook’s cock slam even deeper inside you.

A loud, broken cry ripped from your throat. “Oh my god!” you sobbed, eyes squeezing shut as the new sensation overwhelmed you. Soobin’s familiar hands pulling you back combined with Jungkook’s massive cock stretching and ruining you created an intensity you’d never felt before. Every time Soobin yanked your hips back, Jungkook’s thick length drove into you harder, filling you completely.

Jungkook groaned in approval. “Good. Harder, Soobin. She can take it. Look how her pussy is gripping me every time you pull her back.”

Soobin’s grip grew firmer, more confident. He started pulling your hips back with more strength, helping impale you on Jungkook’s cock over and over again. The wet, filthy sounds grew even louder — the obscene squelching of your soaked pussy mixed with the sharp slap of skin whenever your ass met Jungkook’s hips.

You were falling apart between them.

“Fuck— fuck— it’s so deep!” you cried out, voice muffled against Soobin’s thigh. Your hands clutched desperately at Soobin’s legs, nails digging into his pants as your body was rocked between the two men. “Jungkook’s cock is so big… Soobin, baby, he’s so deep inside me— I can’t”

Jungkook kept a steady, brutal pace while Soobin pulled you back onto him with every thrust. The dual control over your body made you feel completely used, a toy being shared between them. Jungkook’s cock kissed your cervix with every forceful pull, stretching your walls perfectly around his thickness. “That’s it,” Jungkook growled, one hand moving up to grip the back of your neck while Soobin continued manipulating your hips. “Feel how she’s dripping down my cock? She’s fucking loving this. Pull her harder, Soobin. Make her take every inch.”

Soobin obeyed, his fingers pressing deeper into your soft hips as he yanked you back more forcefully. The new intensity made your eyes roll back, loud, shameless moans spilling from your lips as Jungkook fucked you raw and Soobin helped drive you onto him again and again. You were trembling violently, tears of overwhelming pleasure streaming down your face, caught in the devastating rhythm the two of them created together.

The combined rhythm was absolutely devastating. Jungkook’s thick cock slamming into you while Soobin pulled your hips back with increasing confidence created a merciless, perfect storm of pleasure. Your moans had turned into constant, broken sobs as your body was rocked between them.

Jungkook’s breathing grew harsher, his thrusts becoming more erratic and deeper. “Fuck— I’m close,” he growled, gripping your hip tighter while Soobin continued helping pull you back onto his cock. “Gonna fill this pretty pussy up.”

You could only whimper in response, your mind hazy with overwhelming pleasure. Jungkook’s pace turned punishing, slamming into you with short, brutal strokes as he chased his release. With a deep, guttural groan, Jungkook buried himself to the hilt inside you and came hard. You felt every powerful pulse as he emptied himself deep inside your pussy, thick ropes of hot cum flooding your walls. He kept grinding into you, pushing his load even deeper while growling your name under his breath.

The feeling of Jungkook cumming so deep inside you triggered your own orgasm instantly. Jungkook’s grip on your neck tightened as he pounded into you even harder. “That’s it, pretty girl. Cum on my cock. Let go.”

The pressure built impossibly high, tighter and hotter, until it finally snapped. You came harder than you ever had in your life. A loud, guttural scream tore from your throat as your entire body seized up. Your pussy clenched violently around Jungkook’s cock, and then you were squirting, hard. Clear, hot liquid gushed out around his thick cock with every thrust, soaking his hips, dripping down your thighs. You shook uncontrollably, sobbing and moaning as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashed through you. Jungkook didn’t stop, fucking you through your orgasm and prolonging it until your vision went white and your legs gave out completely.

“Fuck, look at her,” Jungkook groaned, voice rough with satisfaction. “She’s squirting everywhere. Good girl… such a messy, beautiful girl.”

Your body finally went limp, trembling with aftershocks as Jungkook slowed his thrusts and eventually stilled deep inside you. He stayed buried in your pulsing heat for a long moment, letting you feel every inch of him while you tried to catch your breath. Soobin’s hands gently rubbed your hips, soothing the marks he’d left behind.

Jungkook eventually pulled out slowly, a rush of your combined juices dripping from your ruined pussy. He helped you collapse gently onto the chaise, turning you onto your back so you could breathe easier. Your chest heaved, body covered in a light sheen of sweat, cheeks flushed, and eyes glassy with exhaustion and satisfaction.

Jungkook sat back on his heels, breathing heavily but looking pleased. He glanced at Soobin, then down at your spent body. “That,” he said calmly, “is what she needs. Not just gentle, loving sex. She needs to be fucked properly, deeply, roughly, and without hesitation. She needs variety. She needs to be used and worshipped at the same time.” He looked at you softly. “How do you feel?”

You could barely speak, still floating. “Incredible…” you whispered hoarsely. “I’ve never… felt anything like that.”

Jungkook smiled, then turned back to Soobin. “You did well today. Helping move her like that was a great start. We’ll work on building your confidence and skill. This was only the first session.”

He helped you sit up eventually, handing you a soft towel and a bottle of water from a nearby table. While you recovered, he spoke to both of you about aftercare, communication, and homework, things for Soobin to practice at home before the next appointment.

As you slowly got dressed, your legs still shaky, you couldn’t stop stealing glances at Jungkook. The memory of how he had completely ruined you while Soobin watched was burned into your mind. Soobin was quiet, but he stayed close to you, gently rubbing your back and pressing a kiss to your temple. There was a new tension in the air, something shifted between all three of you.

Before you left, Jungkook leaned against his desk, arms crossed, looking unfairly composed and handsome. “Book your next session soon,” he said with a small, knowing smirk. “We still have a lot to work on… and I think you both know now how much she needs it.”

You left the office leaning on Soobin’s arm, body sore in the most delicious way, your mind already replaying everything that had happened… and wondering how much further Jungkook would take you next time.