My Dear Friend | Jeon Jungkook
my dear friend | jeon jungkook
summary | just friends? keep telling yourself that, you and Jungkook have always danced on the line of friendship and something more but lately you’ve struggled being able to tell where you guys stand.
warnings | friends to lovers, pining, vague term of friends, SMUT, jealousy, drinking, skinny dipping, both fall around the same time, Jk doesn’t feel good enough, jk is a fuckboy, experienced reader, oral (f and m), riding, missionary, mirror sex, heavy petting, protected sex, aftercare, name calling (teasing), college au, everyone is very open talking about sex
[ lighthearted not really angsty]
Cold. Cold. Cold. Just like Cage the Elephant said but in the most literal sense of the phrase. Fucking freezing to be exact and it was all thanks to stupid Jeon Jungkook.
You pushed through the water surface gasping as a puff of cloud appeared in the cold air. You hissed at the cold water, teeth chattering as you swam to the shore all while shouting, “This is the worst fucking idea you’ve ever had!”
“I know!” He has the nerve to laugh as he followed close behind, “But you’re the dumbass who did it with me.”
Fair enough. You ignored him trembling with shivers down your spine as you dragged yourself onto the grassy shore, one hand to your chest and the other concealing your lower privates. Hopefully Jungkook was more occupied by his own slippery run through the grass to check out your completely exposed butt. One can only hope. He sprinted past you covering his own junk as he reached the piles of clothes first.
With your back turned toward him you picked up your undergarments shimmying them on looking for your shorts. You walked further down the grassy lawn in search for your t-shirt still shivering when cold water droplets fell onto your bare back and bra from your hair. Your teeth once again shattering hugging yourself. Jungkook came by next to you, “Where’d you throw it?”
You looked up, more toward the block of trees as something black ran past you. Your jaw dropped as he followed your gaze mimicking you now. A fucking raccoon… it just ran away with your t-shirt. Without another word a shirt was flung at your frozen state and you whipped your head around to your friend.
He was picking up his shoes and socks not bothering to put them on—nor bothering to zip up his jeans that hung loosely on his hipbone exposing the fine hem of Calvin Klein briefs. Alright Mark Wahlburg pack it up.
Still, you slipped his oversized t-shirt on pulling your wet hair through the hole and trying to wring water out as you both began walking back to the deck filled with party goers cheering you both on.
“You guys are fucking crazy!” Jimin laughed loudly pulling you both in for a hug, “It was cold, wasn’t it?”
“Freezing,” you trembled walking past him toward the table of alcohol hoping to find something that’ll burn your throat enough to warm you up.
“Holy shit it’s Dumb and Dumber with you two. I didn’t think you’d actually do it,” Taehyung came to you pouring the drink for you himself, “How’d he even convince you?”
“Homemade dinner every night for a week,” you told him simply making him laugh. “You drive a hard bargain.”
It really was that easy. You had already been slightly drunk and Jungkook was too. So when he started standing on a table claiming he had the best idea in the entire world that’d be so damn fun and exciting. He really did manage to have everyone’s attention until the words skinny dipping left his stupid lips. Everyone told him off saying the water was too cold but no, apparently a hoe never gets cold so he wouldn’t feel shit. Then everyone was yelling at him to do it by himself then but in pure stage fright he immediately looked to you begging you to do it with him even as you shielded your face away acting like you didn’t know him.
But he made the ultimate offer, making you dinner for a week straight, home cooked meals, and well you simply couldn’t refuse. Living off ramen had certainly been exhausting and who were you to turn down your friend’s offer to make you something worthwhile? So for obvious reasons, you succumbed to it and followed him across the lawn shredding articles of clothing running straight toward the freezing lake.
“Hey, you can crash here if you want just don’t tell everyone. I don’t want randoms asking to sleep here,” Jimin said to you later on once the buzz died down a bit. You only nodded continuing your one man game or jenga hidden away in the living room while everyone else was outside. You’re currently ending your wonderful spring break at Jimin’s lake house—or well his parent’s lake house. They let him use it this weekend and in pure college boy fashion, he threw a rager. Thankfully for you, you were close enough friends with Jimin that you wouldn’t be one of the ones kicked out at the end of the night back to the forty minute drive to Seoul. You’d just go home tomorrow morning with one of the guys or girls you knew.
Jimin let you have one of the guest bedrooms, it also gave you a good escape when the party was still going but you were tired. The plunge into cold lake water really tires a bitch out. So, you did what a sensible person would do, and immediately plopped down on the Queen sized bed going on your phone to start your pre-bedtime routine.
Of course you just had to fall asleep like that, completely slumped, phone still in hand and definitely not connected to your charger. But the constant replay of some tiktok wasn’t enough to wake up, the constant smacking on your shoulder and whisper of your name was by far enough. It even jolted your ‘fight or flight’ instincts, a hand immediately sticking out to swipe at the monster your mind conjured up.
“Ow, you bitch!” Jungkook hissed hand on his thigh feeling the burn of the smack that almost knocked him down. Your eyes propped open, no monster, just Jungkook. You groaned pulling the blanket off your face, “What the fuck is wrong with you? You don’t sneak on a bitch while she’s sleeping.”
“You left the door unlocked dumbass,” Jungkook huffed still leaning over you in the dark, “And I’m trying to sleep here so scoot over.”
You didn’t budge, refusing to move for him, hell if anything you just spread yourself out even more. You buried your face back into your pillow proving your point even further but it went over his head. He didn’t care, if not just felt challenged. So, he did what any sensible person would do, and pushed your leg over to your other one and rolled you onto one side so he could shimmy himself under the covers. “What the fuck! Go sleep on the couch or something, you move too much in your sleep!” You whined, half asleep and definitely delirious as you began to shove him but the boy did not budge.
“Fuck no, I got stuck with the couch and hoes won’t leave. Now go to sleep before I puke on you.”
“What?”
“I don’t know I’m drunk, go to sleep.”
Jeon Jungkook, your dear old friend.
It was your third bowl of food, Jungkook really did serve up some good ass food. Take it from you and Jimin who were both currently eating it all up while Jungkook glared at you two. Jimin just smiled between mouthfuls, “I’m gonna come over all week.”
That made Jungkook grumble, “No you’re not. I didn’t agree to make you any food.”
You rolled your eyes deciding to poke the bear some more as you turned to Jimin, “Ignore my chef, you can come over.”
Jungkook opened his mouth to argue when his phone buzzed. You reached for it as he rounded the kitchen to where you sat at the counter, “New message from peach emoji, original.”
He snagged his phone back, “I forgot her name, let me see.” His brows lifted, ooo an ass pic with a simple ‘come over’ attached to well. Well shucks, don’t mind if he does. He smirked looking around for his hoodie and keys, “Gotta go, business calls.”
“More like ass calls,” Jimin said more to you making you laugh as Jungkook picked up his things looking back to you, “You know how to clean, right?”
With a roll of your eyes you shook your head, “No. Why don’t you show me how to wash the dishes?” You pointed to the filled sink and he pursed his lips rolling his own eyes in clear lack of amusement before throwing up a piece sign, “Deuces.”
“Speaking of dicks…” Jimin trailed off completely ignoring your confused face, what the fuck? He went on, “When’s the last time you caught some?”
“I’ve sworn celibacy,” you told him lifting a hand in tribute, “I will wait until a worthy opponent comes along.”
“Right…” he side eyed you, “So you’re in a dry spell? That’s no good, we gotta fix that
“When you introduce me to a guy who can last more than three minutes and actually makes me cum then we can talk about lifting it, till then I’m not having sex,” you told him.
“Don’t challenge me because I will take the bait,” he teased, “But okay, so you’ve had some lousy fucks and you’ve sworn off sex?”
“Not really, just put a pause on it. It’s been like two weeks now,” you shrugged finishing up the last of your food carrying your plate over to the sink pile, still ignoring it. “These college dudes aren’t anything but shit in bed and I’m tired of it.”
“I can introduce you to someone,” Jimin shrugged, “Now I wouldn’t know personally, but from what I’ve heard he’s pretty great in bed.”
“Right…” it was your turn to side eye him with narrowed eyes, “I don’t judge your tastes but I also don’t pass around between friends.”
“Bitch! I said it’s what I’ve heard,” Jimin rolled his eyes, “He’s a coworker of mine, hopeless romantic, but if what my friend Mina says, he’s good in bed too. Want me to introduce him to you?”
“Eh,” you shrugged, “I’m not really stressed on finding someone to hook up with but thanks for the offer.”
The conversation drifted away to some other shit as Jimin hung around your places scrolling to Netflix movie choices. You see, you met Jimin first from the group. You met at a party when he accidentally tripped over you when you were bent down petting the host’s dog and he apologized for it a gajillion times. He also took you under his wing introducing you to other people and refusing to let you go back to the Husky you’d been petting after finding out your friends ditched you.
Through him you met Taehyung and Hoseok too, even Jungkook. And funny enough, you ended up closest with Jungkook. Of course there’s still some things you’d feel more comfortable telling Jimin something or vise versa where you’d prefer talking to Jungkook instead, but they were up there on your friends list. Considering they both had obnoxious roommates they spent most of their time at your place when they weren’t busy with something else. You didn’t mind though, except for the times you had to quite literally send them home.
With neither of them could you say you were just friends. Jimin was a die hard flirt and Jungkook a fuckboy so there’s definitely been a round of drunk make outs here and there, hell, sometimes with Taehyung too. What can you say? You’re a drunk kisser. You all met in college and considering you were all from out of town with no friends in the city it was pretty easy to gang up. You wouldn’t change that for the world. You trusted the boys and a few girls with all your heart and they kept their word as true friends no matter how annoying they were.
So on Monday when spring break was over and class started again you could only hope someone you knew was hanging around in one of your classes—unlikely since you had different majors—but hopeful.
“Scoot over,” Jungkook told you once in the lecture hall. You looked up at him with relief but shook your head no, “I want the end seat. Easy escape.” You pointed down the clear path to the door and he grumbled. He lifted the end of your chair picking it up to push you in as he walked behind you to the empty seat next to you.
“I didn’t know you needed this extra credit too,” he referred to your psych class you were currently in, an extra credit indeed. You just shrugged in response scrolling away on Instagram mindlessly filling in with conversation, “How was Princess Peach?”
“Peachy,” this time he shrugged, “How’s the whole ‘nun’ thing working out for you?”
You smiled bitterly. Of course all the horn dog friends of yours would think it’s weird you’re purposely not having sex, “Going great but Jimin keeps trying to get me to hook up with his coworker.”
“Why?” He chuckled taking out his notebook smirking briefly to the girls who filled his other side in their seats.
“Something about his amazing bedroom skills, might just take up the offer,” once again you brushed it off like it was a casual conversation. Jungkook just nodded clearing his throat a little, “Already thinking about giving in?”
“Yeah,” you said shamelessly, “He comes with good recommendations, I simply cannot refuse.”
The class went on like usual, just a brief introduction to the term and then boom, onto the first learning unit. You ignored Jungkook throughout the hour and a half jotting down notes even as he poked your side with the end of his pencil.
He looked back to you, eraser pushing into the soft flesh of your thigh repeatedly and when you didn’t look at him. When that didn’t work he moved in to digging around in your pencil pouch arranging your things out on the table. He looked to you to see if you’d finally given him attention but nope. So, he moved his hand to the back of your neck, a few strands of hair in hold and tugging on it.
Finally, you brought your hand back over his pinching the skin of his knuckles until he winced in pain and withdrew his hand, holding it in his other glaring down at you, “Ow.”
By the end of class you were gathering your things up already ready to head out when you looked over to Jungkook. He was currently flirting with the two girls who sat next to him, asking if they could go to him with any questions in class. As if he could help, it made you laugh, literally.
He turned back to you, “What’s so funny?”
“Your face,” you stick your tongue out at him swinging your bag onto your shoulders and walking away. Jungkook waved goodbye to the two girls as he ran out of the classroom after you, a hand on your waist tugging you back into him, “You’ve got attitude today.”
You just shrugged your shoulders, you didn’t think you did. If anything Jungkook is just annoyed you didn’t give him any attention in class right now. He smiled, “You’re jealous, aren’t you?”
“Huh?” You whipped around to face him, brows scrunched together, “Of what?”
“Of all the chicks around me. You’re jealous, just say it,” Jungkook smirked hitting his arm against yours, “It’s okay honey bunny. You already know you’re first in my heart.”
“Jungkook I don’t care who is around you,” you rolled your eyes. He smiled, “Sure you don’t. Look, say the word and I drop them all.”
“What word?” You asked walking through the court yard to your next class, Jungkook hot on your trail. He smirked knowing he would soon be getting on your nerves, “Fuck. That you wanna fuck me.”
Your jaw dropped as you stopped for a second to stare at him in disbelief, “You’re disgusting. Now leave me alone I gotta get to class.”
He huffed pulling you back into him wrapping his arms around you so you couldn’t escape. He lifted you off the ground making your cheeks flush red in embarrassment as other began to stare at you two. He didn’t care though, hoisting you up over a trash bin, “Say that I’m disgusting again, I dare you.”
“You’re disg-ahh!” You clawed at his neck curling yourself into him as he moved you closer to the bin filled with god know’s what. He laughed at the way you cling to him like a koala, “Say that I’m the hottest, bestest friend you’ve ever had.”
“I have to get to class!” You groaned tightening your legs around him. He smirked mischievously, one arm wrapping around your waist keeping you in place instead of prying you off as he took a step away from the trash bin. You were definitely getting weird stares now but he simply did not care, “You’re cute when you’re mad honey bunny.”
“Uh… is this a bad time?” Hoseok’s brows furrowed as he slowly came to a stop. Jungkook set you down and you sprinted toward Hoseok, “Thank God you’re here. Something is seriously wrong with Jungkook.”
“I bet, what’s your next class?”
You showed him your schedule and he nodded. Jungkook retreated, “I’ve got a tattoo appointment later and then I’ll come over for dinner. Unless you wanna come.”
“I’ll go with you,” you shrugged letting Hoseok’s arm wrap around your shoulders, “I don’t have bus fare anyway.”
“Alright meet me at the gate after your last class.”
So you did, you met up with him again at 3:30 and he walked with you to the parking lot. His appointment was at 4:00 and you two barely made it in time. When you did finally get in he led you over to a couple chairs in the front tucked away from the actual tattooing, “Wait here. It shouldn’t take long he’s just coloring some in.”
You didn’t answer back sitting in the chair he directed you to and immediately slipped on your AirPods tuning him out. He headed over to where his tattoo artist was settled and left you alone. Throughout the time of his tattoos being colored in. Namjoon attempted at small conversation, “That your girl? She’s cute.”
Jungkook had been aimlessly typing away on his phone with his one free hand to even notice Namjoon was talking to him. Obviously he had no girl so he knew for a damn fact that Namjoon wasn’t talking to him. Still, being the nosy type he looked up and around in search for whoever Namjoon was talking, “What? Who?”
Namjoon nodded toward you, “Her. Pretty girl sitting over there. She’s been waiting for a while.” Jungkook finally got a good look at you again, shaking his head, “Nah she’s a friend. Best friend. My dear friend.”
“Alright I get it, she’s a friend,” Namjoon smirked as he went on again.
By the time he got done the Sun had set. He was wrapped up in plastic and sent off after paying to get you. Somehow, you managed to fall asleep, head fallen forward slumped down between your shoulders. Rolling his eyes he flicked your forehead, a jolt shooting through you as your body jumped up. He smiled in triumph in scaring you and motioning toward the door with his head, “Let’s go Stink. I’m hungry.”
“I’m starving,” you yawned stretching your arms out as you stood following him out the door that he held open for you. Once in his car you immediately knocked the seat back not bothering with a seatbelt. Jungkook reached over you tying you in himself letting you flip onto your side and fold your arm under your head as a pillow. He kept the music off, tapping away at the steering wheel to block off the silence. All that was hear was the tapping and light snores. He smiled a little getting his phone out and going to camera. He snapped a picture letting the light adjust switching his gaze from the road to his phone.
Then, Jungkook moved to video pushing the small red circle keeping it up in your face to capture the sound of your snores. He was so gonna make fun of you for this later. When he pulled up to your house he woke you and made dinner, Jimin coming over to feast.
The first week flew past in a rush, and with the first week of second term complete you were in need of a drink. Luckily for you, college kids all share one brain cell when it comes to plans for the weekend so multiple parties were always on tow. Hence why you were currently riding with Taehyung and Jimin to one.
You were already a little tipsy from the pregame at Taehyung’s but you planned on getting more than just buzzed tonight. You don’t know if it’s because of the lack of sex but lately you’ve just felt drained. Or tense, a little moody too? You’re not sure ask Jimin he’s the one who’s been complaining.
So, the second you did finally arrive at the rando’s apartment you went straight for the liquor counter. You checked cups and bottles, smelling some of the sodas and making some concoction for yourself. Jimin and Taehyung were already off doing their own thing but to be fair you practically ran away to the kitchen. A hand came down softly on your back, close enough to whisper in your ear, “Thank God you’re here.”
You looked to your classmate, Soomin, recognizing a face in the crowd of strangers from campus. She sighed, “My friends ditched me, mind if I hang with you for a few?”
You shrugged it off smiling as you shower your drink, “Want some?” “Sure.” Now, you’ve only just met Soomin this week in your Psych class. She was nice and kinda funny so you didn’t mind hanging with her a bit. Sometime you felt like you needed more girl friends anyway, you can’t just rely on the guys.
You mostly sat on one of the only couches around talking about anything that came to mind, the conversation changing every couple minutes when something new catches your interests. You had practically forgotten about the two dudes who brought you knowing they’d be off somewhere flirting or playing some drinking game. That’s what you thought, but loud slamming erupted from outside that hinted at maybe their attention being out there. You and Soomin shared a look, a mutual understanding as you both stood too nosy not go check it out and went out.
Outside you weren’t surprised in the slightest to find Jungkook there, some guy yelling in his face and a beer pong table knocked on its side. Great, Jungkook is going to get in another fight. When did he get here anyway?
“Listen man I didn’t know she had a boyfriend, and it was like a month ago,” Jungkook said holding his hands up in surrender. Jimin and Taehyung were behind him assessing the situation, probably trying to figure out if they needed to step in or not. You stood to the side with Soomin trying to hear their argument.
Their talking was muffled but you can tell Jungkook was trying not to blow off. He probably really didn’t know that whatever girl he slept with had a boyfriend. Jungkook had a tendency to get hot heated when drunk and usually he wouldn’t back down from a fight when someone accused him of something—but tonight he looked genuine. He really was trying to restrain himself for letting his voice raise and his anger deep through. You couldn’t see the clearly, just the motion of the guy’s hand coming toward Jungkook.
Then, a splashing sound followed by some gasps. The guy shoved Jungkook in the pool. This time the crowd did press forward, closer to the scene and you were able to cut through. Taehyung was reaching out his hand to a now drenched Jungkook as he ignored it hauling himself over the ledge. The spring night was chilly and with wet clothes he was shivering, instantly tugging the soaked shirt off so he wouldn’t freeze. You turned to Soomin, “I’m gonna see if he’s okay.”
She just nodded letting you go off toward him. You approached just as he was standing to his feet shaking some water out of his hair as he crumpled his dripping shirt in his hand, ignoring everyone’s concerns. Mmm, maybe you should just give him some space in case he’s mad.
Nah. “Went night swimming without me?” You teased knowing it’d annoy him, which it did. He glared over at you but came to a stop waiting for you to catch up to him, “I didn’t know you were here.”
You ignored him walking with him toward the sliding doors to inside, “You gonna go beat that guy up?”
“Nah, he’s drunk and mad his girl cheated on him,” he shrugged it off cutting through the crowd straight for the front door, “But I for real did not know she was taken. You know I’m not a home wrecker.”
This time you shrugged, not fully believing him but not questioning it either. You looked at the front door, “So you leaving?”
He shook his head, “I’m gonna go change and then come get drunk. Wanna come with?” So you followed him down to the parking lot waiting in his car as he rummaged through his gym bag pulling out a fresh set of clothes and changing outside, not caring if he was hot or not. Your curiousity was eating at you so you couldn’t help but ask, “Was it Peach?”
“No, some chick named Jia,” he said switching his socks now in the backseat and slipping on his work out shoes, some worn out converse. He wore sweats now with a black crew neck sweater.
“Let’s go,” he took your hand dragging you upstairs again, and unlike Taehyung and Jimin, he didn’t let you run off on him. You looked around for Soomin unable to find her as Jungkook poured some drinks for you, “Wanna dance?”
She must’ve left or something so you nodded already walking off expecting him to follow. And no, you did not do any grinding or twerking—not at first anyway, if anything it was just fun. Jungkook pretended to be a mime trying to embarrass you as he broke free from a box or the robot, Krumping around you, anything really.
“Stop!” You whined pushing at his chest as he tried to keep a serious face doing vogue hands around your face as he circled around you. He laughed now ignoring the weird states he received, he was Jeon Jungkook after all. One of the most popular guys on campus without a single fuck to give. And a lot of people got bored of it pretty soon and he was able to act stupid with you more freely.
As the upbeat song ended and a slower one came on you actually started to move a little instead of just laughing at Jungkook. It was one of your favorites, the kind that makes you dance in front of your mirror at midnight just to see how you’d look doing it. Jungkook smiled finally getting you moving a little bit and he copied your rhythm reaching for your wrist and pulling you into him. You both stood face to face still laughing a little singing along to the lyrics as the hand that held your wrist lifted turning you around.
With his arm now around you he used it to push you back into his chest and you being lost in the moment melted against him, hips finding position and fitting together like a puzzle. His other hand found purchase on your hip, finding rhythm with you as you practically grinded back against him. Your head leaned back on his shoulder singing along as he closed you in with his arms tracing your sides pushing his face into the curve of your neck singing.
It was getting hot, his warm body practically molding into your backside and his hands caressing you, fingers tugging on the end of your shorts and shirt every now and then making them rise. You didn’t even question it when he dragged you away when the song ended, pulling you into one of the rooms sitting down on the couch by the window instead of the bed.
“Your hair’s still wet,” you slumped back into the couch letting your hand run through his damp hair. He leaned into your touch smiling a little, “Got what I deserved I guess.”
You laughed swinging your legs onto the couch, Jungkook reached for them setting them down on his lap, fingers tapping on your shins like a drum. You looked at the window behind you, city lights illuminating your view and for a second you were able to blur out the music from the party just outside the room. You sighed, “You gotta be more careful.”
“Hm,” he threw his head back and to the side looking over at you, a hand sliding toward your knee, holding your legs on him, “I swear I didn’t know she had a man. She wasn’t acting like she did.”
“Still,” you shrugged. He sighed, “I don’t purposely go for chicks with boyfriends. If they’re flirting with me and throwing themselves at me I just assume they’re single… or easy.”
“You always have liked your easy ones,” you teased a little but it fell short when he shook his head. “Easy is boring.”
“I mean you’re easy too,” you told him playing with the black ring on his pinky. He nodded, not bothering to argue sliding his hand up your thigh and lifting his finger for you to pull the ring off. It was big, you swirled it around on the tip of your index finger. He leaned closer sliding the ring down until it sat at the hilt, a small gap from the size of it. His hand stayed on yours for a second looking up at you.
Your legs were still over his lap, his other hand on your thigh now as he held your hand. His eyes went down to your lips for a second, a blur of thoughts racing through his head all about how soft you were. So, he did what he did best, and went for it.
You watched Jungkook leaning over you, jaw protruding stretching his neck as he brushed his lips against yours. You flinched back for a second making him halt, but one look at his parted lips and you were leaning back into him. His lips parted against yours, a slight huff of breath escaping as he used the hand holding yours inside it to pull you forward applying more pressure to the kiss.
His head tilted to the side, hand sliding to the back of your neck knotted in your head as he deepened the kiss. Hot breath pushing against yours his tongue trailing your bottom lip, coaxing you as he twirled his finger with the hair on your nape.
Tongues meet, his circles around twice before retreating to allow him to close his lips on your bottom pouty lip. A soft suction followed by graze of teeth causes you to pull back a little. With his other hand still on your thigh he slid it under you until you got the hint and scooted over his lap.The arm now around your waist anchors you against his lap, your slow-rolling hips the only movement allowed. A sharp nip at your bottom lip and you gasp. He seizes the chance to roll his tongue along with yours. The sealed lips holding his groan in when your hips push down particularly hard against his growing member. Your hair falling down around you two blocking you from the outside world as you cupped his cheek.
He shifts his head to the side, noses rubbing against one another. The cold metal of his piercing hitting your lip but it was easy to ignore. Jungkook’s sole focus was on your lips, fingers digging into your waist at his growing desire. He pushes air out his nose before swiping his tongue along your mouth once more, capturing your lips over and over in frenzy trying to turn you on his lap so you straddled him instead but you didn’t budge.
You pull away desperate for breath and a moment to catch your bearings at his unrelenting attention. His lips twitch seeing the soft pink on your lips and around your mouth, lip piercing rubbing your skin. Dipping his head down, he trails kisses along your jaw down your neck sucking flesh, the need to mark you primal. A beep sounded behind your back causing something in the deep recesses of your mind telling you to pay attention. Jungkook ignored it, hand sliding under your chin trying to turn your attention back on him so his lips could kiss yours again. You almost ignored your phone, until it buzzed in your butt pocket drawing you away once again.
You slid off his lap taking the phone and answering, “Hey.”
“Where you at? Jimin’s gone off with some chick and I’m trying to go home,” Taehyung yelled over the loud music, “Am I still dropping you off?”
You were panting slightly looking over to Jungkook as he leaned over you trying to pull you back to him when you lifted a hand to stop him. What were you even doing right now?
“Helloooooooo, you there?” You stood up, clearing your throat letting Jungkook stumble into your side of the couch looking over to you as you pushed your hair behind your ear, “Yes, I’m going. I’ll be right out. Just give me a second.” With that he hung up.
“You’re leaving?” Jungkook asked, confusion evident on his face as he went to stand up, “I’ll take you home.”
“N-no, no that’s okay. I’m riding with Taehyung,” you told him looking around to see if you left anything behind. He looked at you with furrowed brows reaching out for you but moved away, “See you later?”
“Y/n wai—“
He couldn’t even argue with it when you were already out the door, practically flying out. He sat there for a couple minutes, trying to process what just happened. Sure, you and him would kiss every now and then when you were both super drunk and it was always just a tiny peck here or there. It was never anything like the make out you both just had, and to say neither of you were even that drunk is the crazy part.
He’s not even sure what came over him when he leaned in the first time but after having you up close like that leaning back into him he almost melted at the touch. The last thing on his mind was that it was you, his dear friend that he couldn’t get enough of. And if Taehyung hadn’t called he’s not even sure how far you two would’ve taken it considering how turned on he was getting from just a make out. So turned on that he needed release now.
He came out of the room a little after you ran out on him, the party still in full swing completely unaware of how he just made out with his best friend and liked it. Unaware of how you literally ran away from him when you realized what was going on and it made him need a drink. He wasn’t leaving yet, he had too much on his mind and sitting in the car letting his thoughts take over wouldn’t be good for anyone.
“Jungkook!” A hand reached out to the sleeve of his hoodie capturing his attention, “Hi I’m Soomin, we have class together. I was wondering if you knew where Y/n went? I had to get more alcohol and I can’t find her.”
“She left,” he muttered giving her a once over. Cute, he thought. His eyes went to her lips, thin slightly chapped but not too bad. Definitely didn’t look as soft as yours and he doubted they’d feel as plump biting into them the way yours did. Her hair wasn’t the right length either, nothing for him to run his fingers through like yours bu—Jungkook stop. Forget the kiss, Y/n’s your friend. He chugged the rest of his drink down looking over to her, “Wanna dance?”
You spent the weekend at home, trying not to go out with your friends to give yourself some ‘you’ time. Unfortunately, that meant you were spending a lot of time thinking. Thinking wasn’t too bad until you thought about Jungkook and the text he sent you that you ignored because what in the actual fuck?
Wow, you need to set a reminder to never get drunk with Jungkook and sneak off to a room together ever again. Nothing against the guy but whew, that was definitely something. It was good, really fucking good but he was your friend and you knew him too well to even imagine him thinking about it ever again. That’s just how Jungkook is. He likes to have fun, he likes to experiment and doesn’t really care with who. If he can get his hands on a willing participant he will and this time around it just so happened to be you. And you being just a little tipsy allowed it to happen because he’s your friend and neither one of you ever really take anything serious.
You refuse to catch feelings for your friend—even if he takes care of you and makes you feel special when he carries you out of his car because you’re too tired to walk.
Monday afternoon you got to class a little early, listening to music acting busy for when Jungkook came in. You wanted to see how he’d act. If he’d act like it was no big deal or if he was going to ignore you or what. Soomin came in with a smile when she saw you, taking the seat behind you, “You won’t believe what happened Friday.”
“What happened?” You asked turning around to face her. She sighed happily, “Well, after you had gone off with Jungkook my friends dragged me with to get more alcohol and when I came back I was looking everywhere for you.”
You nodded waiting for her to continue her story telling as she smiled, “Well I found Jungkook later on and he told me you had left so I was super bummed out because I didn’t even get your number. Anyway, Jungkook asked me to dance one thing led to another and we hooked up in one of the bedrooms.”
Freeze. Rewind. Pause. They did what now? You you didn’t say anything for a second. Hold on, the same night you and Jungkook had been making out grinding on each other he decided to go fuck Soomin the second you left? You felt stupid for being surprised, as if he wasn’t the type to pull that sort of Shit. Like come on, you’re his friend, you know what kind of guy he was.
Oh God. He just made out with you until someone else came along. Oh God. You fell for it, you were one of the ‘easy’ ones to him. You’re so stupid.
Soomin noted your silence, “You’re not mad are you?” It snapped you out of your thoughts, laughing a little as you shook your head, “God no. I was just trying to remember what happened on Friday.”
“Okay good, I’m not gonna lie I didn’t even think I was his type,” she chuckled nervously brushing her hair back, “You know, I always figured his type was girls like you. The pretty type, the kind that will do fun things with him even if they’re stupid.
“Shut up,” you rolled your eyes, “You’re the pretty type too. I think you’re his type if that’s what you want.” You excused yourself turning back around in your seat just in time to watch Jungkook walk in, he gave you a shy smile coming over to his seat, “Hey.”
“Hey,” you got your laptop and notebook out watching the professor walk in. He looked back to you, not once glancing back to Soomin. He stalled a bit, getting himself situated looking over to you. You didn’t glance at him, he bit his lip nervously clearing his throat, “So the other night.”
“Shh, lesson is about to start.” You didn’t even look at him. You couldn’t. You were embarrassed, not because of Soomin but because of the kiss. Because of how stupid you were for overthinking it and wondering if it meant something to Jungkook. If he actually had a reason for it or if he was just doing it because it’s what he did. Clearly it meant nothing to him so you followed along, acting like nothing ever happened out of the ordinary.
He tried talking to you throughout but you would just ignore him. So when it ended and you sped out the door he was right there behind you trying to get you to talk to him, “So uh I’ve got another appointment later if you wanna come with. Maybe we can catch a movie after?”
“No thanks I was thinking of calling up Yoongi, haven’t see him in a while.” Okay…
“We’re good, right?” He asked bluntly stopping his pace forcing you to stop too. You chuckled turning back to look at him, “What? Why wouldn’t we be? Because you slept with Soomin?”
His mouth parted in surprise and he took a step forward, “Okay look I can explain—“
“No worries, I’m not mad at all Soomin told me,” you said walking away again, “But she’s a great girl so if you don’t want anything serious just let her down easy.”
“Y/n, please just give me a second—“ he followed after you, a sense of ‘been here done that’ except this time around he didn’t threaten to throw you into a trash. “I’ve gotta go, I’m meeting Hobi in the library.”
Fuck. He knew he was a fucking idiot. The biggest fucking doofus to ever exist. He swears he wasn’t thinking when he hooked up with Soomin. He was just trying to blow off some tension that making out with you did to him. It was shit anyway. He couldn’t even get it fully hard because he kept thinking about you. Okay and you do turn him on but considering the person he had sex with wasn’t actually you he just couldn’t enjoy it.
He let you run off on him shaking his head in regret. You were friends, he knew that, it was probably for the best he didn’t bring up the other night, right?
you | so tell me more about this freak in the sheet
jimin | me or my friend??
jimin | finallyyyyyy
jimin | nun y/n is gone and I’ve been waiting to set y’all up
jimin | his names Jin
Maybe you just needed to get under someone else so you wouldn’t think about Jungkook and how he’d the last guy you almost fucked. And no, you weren’t mad at Jungkook. If anything you were mad at yourself for overthinking the kiss. It’s not surprising at all that he hooked up with someone else at the party, you were just surprised by how surprised you were by it. As if it’s not typical Jungkook behavior. You were the one overthinking the kiss so it’s your job to try and forget it like he had by sleeping with Soomin.
So you didn’t ignore him or anything, you still hung out in groups and it was fine. You both went to Jimin’s the next day acting normal and like the hickey on your neck wasn’t done by Jungkook. You sat across from him during a round of cards and there was a little bit of tension but nothing too awkward.
“Should I invite more people?” Jimin asked you Jungkook and Hobi. Hoseok was all for it, the more the merrier and you didn’t have anything against it either so it was no big deal. He ended up inviting Taehyung, some girls and even Jin. He managed to send you a wink when he invited him hoping to finally introduce you two. You still didn’t understand Jimin’s obsession with trying to get you two to meet but you weren’t going to fret about it either.
“Jin hyung, so good to see you man,” Jimin smiled widely opening the door up to the guy. Immediately you stiffened with nerves acting busy looking over your group of cards trying not to look at Jungkook either. It’s not awkward in a group but when it’s just you two it did feel a little funky. You just wish it’d go back to the way it was before.
“Come sit,” Jimin dragged him over, some people had already gotten here but you didn’t know them enough to greet so you stayed with the ones you knew. Hoseok was the loudest greeting Jin but he didn’t stick around when Taehyung came long and he rather hang out with him instead.
“Jin this is Y/n and that’s Jungkook,” Jimin finished off pointing toward you. You smiled trying to hide how shy you felt, “You’re all Jimin ever talks about. I think he’s got a crush on you.”
“I could say the same for you,” Jin chuckled liking your forwardness, “I thought you two were dating at first.”
Jungkook didn’t look up from his cards but the grip he held them was enough to dent the cards a little. His jaw clenched but he didn’t react strangely, “Well don’t leave me left out.”
He laughed dryly, “What has he said about me?” He looked to Jin waiting for an answer that he knew would be a lie. He knows what Jimin has been trying to do. He’s heard him try and push you to meet his friend Jin.
The first time he was around when it happened he just brushed it off as Jimin talking too much. That maybe he was just excited to make a friend from work and was just trying to introduce him. The second time it happened he only heard about it from you. You told him how you thought Jimin was trying to set you up with his friend. That time he did actually get a little annoyed. Or no, not annoyed, anxious maybe?
This time around that anxiety was even higher than before. At first he thought maybe he was just worried as being pushed aside as a close friend of yours. This time he can’t say if that’s the reason or if it was just the thought of you going out with someone.
Thankfully for him, Jin didn’t stay long. He says he only wanted to swing by and meet his friends [though when he said it he’d only been looking at you] but Jungkook was happy he left. He scooted over to the space next to you on the floor close enough for your shoulders to brush against each other’s. Could things just stop being awkward?
He looked at you waiting to see if you’d stay or go, and when you didn’t move he leaned down resting his head on your shoulder. You didn’t push him off, looking down at him with an expression he couldn’t read, he hated that. He liked being able to tell your mood but lately he’s been struggling. He let out a snore, eyes closed, “I’m tired.”
“Mmm, you should go home then,” you said lightly giving him a response at least. He took his phone out checking the time, “Maybe I should. Need a ride?”
You shrugged leaning your head down over his, “If you can.”
“I will, but hey, wanna see something funny?” He asked suddenly scrolling over to his camera roll looking up to you to make sure you were watching. He had to scroll a little but he found the picture pretty quickly showing it to him. You gasped, “Ew what the fuck. I look disgusting.”
“It’s cute,” he chuckled swiping left and pulling up the video. He pushed the play making sure the volume was up and letting you hear yourself snore. This time, your jaw dropped turning to him, hand smacking his shoulder, “Delete it you fucking weirdo.” He pretended to think about it shaking his head.
“When did you take that?” You asked giving up quick as fuck knowing he won’t delete it even if you begged. He bit back a smile liking how you two were just talking right now like normal, like friends.
“The night you made me carry you to your apartment.”
“I didn’t make you, you offered,” your eyes rolled tilting your head away from him, he was still leaning on your shoulders, knees drawn up to his chest practically cuddling. He decided to keep teasing, “I didn’t offer, you made grabby hands at me and said you couldn’t get up so I picked you up.”
You didn’t say anything to that, remembering it perfectly even when he accidentally smacked your head against the door. He looked at you, waiting for anything, any sign on where you stood. He couldn’t stop himself, “I’m sorry for the other night. The Soomin part.”
He didn’t get a verbal response from you. He’s not sure how to take it but you just leaned your head against his shoulder, hand coming up and showing him the black ring you’d been playing with all night. He smiled planting a kiss on your forehead sticking his hand up and letting you slide it onto his pinky again. He’d been wondering where it went.
Jungkook did end up driving you home and you were both able to forget what happened for at least a while. Jungkook struggled a little more than you did mostly because of the guilt over sleeping with Soomin. If he would’ve just kept his dick in his pants for one night he probably could’ve gone to see you instead. He was clear with Soomin that he wasn’t looking for anything serious and that he’s sorry if he led her on.
He’s even decided to take your route of celibacy for the time being. The last girl he slept with he made the mistake of calling her by your name and obviously that didn’t end well. Aside from being kicked out of her place naked he also had to stop and think what the fuck was going on with him and why he kept thinking about his friend. So, he’s chilling out a bit and trying to ignore what ever growing feelings he might be experiencing. He was coming to realize that he kind of likes you, or maybe that he’s always kind of liked you. It would explain why you’re one of the only girls he was close to that he didn’t ever sleep with.
And listen, you swear this was unintentional and that it just happened. It really did just happen and though you didn’t do anything wrong part of you felt guilty. For reasons unknown to you because once again, you did nothing wrong. But you kept thinking about what Jungkook would think? What he think about you hooking up with Jin a few days after you two officially went back to normal and you returned his ring?
Look, it was gonna happen. Everyone knew it was gonna happen. You had too much tension built up from lack of sex and then the whole Jungkook fiasco. And yes, he was good in bed, incredibly good in bed but both of you kind of knew it wasn’t going to become anything. It was fun and you got along well enough to trade numbers but maybe it’d just be a hook up kind of relationship or maybe friends.
It went like this, you and him had exchanged number the night you met him and he messaged you later on when you were in bed. All he said was that he understood why Jimin hyped you up all the time and you began texting. It was obviously flirty and well by the third day of texting you invited him over and you fucked. Long story short.
But to be Frank, you just couldn’t stop thinking about Jungkook. Honestly fuck Jungkook for making you think of him. If he wasn’t so touchy and warm the other night at Jimin’s then you wouldn’t be feeling like this. If he hadn’t been so close that Friedan you didn’t would have never kissed. If you would’ve never kissed then you never would’ve thought about how easy you probably were to him and it wouldn’t have bothered you that he fucked Soomin the second you left. You were better off as friends too apparently. And everything seemed to go back to normal between you so it was never that big of a deal in the first place.
jungkook | wanna ride with me tomorrow?
Okay, maybe he’s been a little extra clingy with you lately. He’s not pushing any boundaries but he also doesn’t want you mad at him. Not that you were, but he still feels like shit for sleeping with Soomin when he did. He knows that bothered you even if you said it didn’t. Hell, if you went and fucked someone else after making out with him the way you did, he’d be pissed. He’d probably try and fight the guy honestly.
He just wasn’t thinking then. The only thing that had been on his mind was you and how turned on he’d been and he took your running off as signs that you regretted—which you obviously did—so he did what he knew best and had sex to forget about it. But it didn’t fucking work. He couldn’t just fuck his feelings for you away, he tried. He tried to but every girl he was with he just struggled—hence why he’s chilled out on hooking up. They weren’t you and then he hated himself for wishing they were. Like why did he have to get these weird feelings toward his friend?
A friend that he was so comfortable around, who didn’t agree with his one night stands but never made him feel small for it. Who else would sit three hours at a tattoo parlor half asleep just waiting for him? Who else would be the type of friend to skinny dip with him in the middle of the night? Not Jimin or Taehyung that’s for sure.
And while on the topic of discussion, yes, he did in fact check you out the time you went skinny dipping and it fucking sucked having to hide his growing boner from you because he liked everything he saw that night. He’s seen you a handful of times in bathing suits and revealing clothing but that night was a fucking struggle. Not even just you being naked part. But it was the whole thing. The jumping in the cold lake hand in hand laughing and drunk out of your minds.
It was an experience that he went through with you, a core memory that possibly had been the change in the way he looked at you.
Then the night at the party after being beyond fucking embarrassed for being shoved in a pool you found a way to comfort him and make a joke. He had been so pissed off he really had been in search for the guy to beat his ass but when he asked you about it he realized he didn’t even want to. He knew you’d disagree and so he lied, saying he was just gonna get changed—which of course he invited you to go with him. He thought maybe he just wasn’t in the mood to go outside by himself but he thinks now that he really just wanted to spend time with you. He knew you’d be the only one to make the most of his night and you did. He’s the one who fucked up, once again.
you | tae already asked :/
jungkook | but :(
you | :P
you | come over if you’re not busy
jungkook | goingggggg
He was there in a jiffy, smile on his face the whole way over all the way to your doorstep. He knocked before entering, still not waiting for you to answer. He kicked off his shoes waving over to you from where you sat in the living room, “Movie choice?”
“Something scary,” he said going over to your kitchen, “Ice cream or popcorn?”
“Ice cream,” you both said at the same time.
You see, back to normal.
Him sitting next to you on the couch [always a fucking couch], hands on your face, eyes closed [this is not how you watch a movie], lips pressed against each other. His hands slid down to your neck, then to your spine wrapping around your sides lifting your shirt only a little. He was then picking you up, placing you on his lap this time making sure you were straddling him. He exhaled roughly through his nose trying not to pull away as you tongue slipped into his mouth massaging against his.
His eyes were glazed over licking his dry lips panting when you pulled away kissing the corner of his mouth, fingers against his neck as you kissed lower toward his jaw. He bit his lip letting his hands come around to your butt, groping softly, squeezing on accident when you nipped at the skin of his earlobe before sucking love bites into the underside of his jaw. He was turned on, so fucking turned on.
And when you arched your back, chest pushing against his and butt pushing out into his hands he knew it had to stop. He had to stop. He was not going to do this again. “Wait,” he mumbled through the brush of your lips against his own, head slightly following yours when you leaned back. He licked his lips, “I just… what are we?”
Oh. Ohhhhh. You looked down at where your bodies touched. You shook your head mostly to yourself than at him finally snapping out of your ‘Kookland’ trance and realizing what the fuck you were doing again. Kissing your best friend, again. Again proving to him that you were easy. Again probably going to go through him sleeping with someone else right after—or would it be you doing that this time? Maybe call up Jin?
He didn’t fight you when you slid yourself off him tucking your hair behind your ears looking forward. Holy fuck he blew it, again. “I don’t know,” you said truthfully.
“Okay,” he nodded, answer enough, right? He felt the same, so that’s why he felt so fuck stupid for asking, but he had to. He didn’t want to sleep with you. No, no! He did. He really did, but not like this. Not without knowing how you felt, how he felt. He didn’t want you thinking you’d be another one of his hook ups. He wanted you for more than that. He looked over at you taking your hand in his, this time, instead of taking his ring and handing it to you he took his leather bracelet off, sliding it onto your much tighter wrist.
You smiled, not fully understanding what he was doing but it didn’t matter. You let him kiss your wrist and snuggle into your side, driving off to the state of in between. Not yet lovers. Not just friends.
“Jin! You’re here!” You wrapped your arms around the guy surprised to see him here. Once again, you were at Jimin’s lake house. He was throwing a party there again and like last time, you were going to be sleeping over.
“Yeah, only cause Jimin’s letting me crash here,” he smiled, “What about you?”
“Same, I rode with Taehyung and he’s probably staying so I’ll be staying too,” you told him eyes looking around for Jungkook. He stood across the large space with a drink in hand glancing over to you. Shyly, you turned back to Jin, “So what are you drinking?”
He lifted his cup to your lips tilting it enough for you to take a small sip, humming at the taste. He spoke, “Want me to get you some?” You nodded him off, unaware of the presence looming behind you.
A hand came to your hip, “Hey,” the voice whispered into your ear causing you to turn. Jungkook stood there leaning down to be eye level with you, “When did you get here?”
You shied away from him a little, “Just now actually.”
“And the first person you greet is Jin?” He was smiling but it didn’t reach his eyes. Obviously he wasn’t happy that you chose to say hi to Jin first instead of him but maybe he was just being greedy. In your bubble together it was easy to forget you were friends, but outside of it that’s the only way people saw you two. Friends. Good ole’ friends who definitely aren’t making out every chance they get when alone because they just can’t help it.
“He’s the first one I saw,” you tried shrugging it off but it was hard. You haven’t spoken all day and the last time you did talk it was with his lips on yours and a very intimate cuddle seat afterwards. Just friends though.
“Hey Jungkook,” Jin smiled greeting him as he handed you a drink that you immediately began to chug. Jungkook forced a smile, “Hey, what’s up man?”
He didn’t like the guy. Okay, nothing against him and it’s just Jungkook being a sourpuss but nope, he didn’t like the guy. He was too eager to get close to you. 
“Nothing much, we were just talking about where we’d be staying tonight.”
“You’re staying here too?” Jungkook asked looking down at you. Jin nodded, “Maybe Y/n and I can share a room.”
He meant it as a joke. You can tell he meant it as a joke. He had a mischievous smile and everything but it obviously hinted at something. Maybe he could sense something was between you and Jungkook and wanted to rile him up. Or maybe he thought it really wasn’t a big deal since you both got over with it and assumed you would’ve told your friends? Whatever it was, it didn’t sit well with Jungkook. He laughed dryly looking down at you, but you didn’t say anything, hiding behind your cup, “Cozy.”
He didn’t say anything, glaring down at you walking away. Awkward. Jin shrugged, “What’s his deal?”
“No clue.”
He was annoyed. Annoyed. Annoyed. Annoyed. He squeeze his red cup feeling it crumple under his hold. Alright Jungkook, relax, it’s whatever. Actually, it’s karma for the whole Soomin thing, right?
He didn’t approach you at all from then on. He let you chat it up with Seokjin, watching you lean into him when you laughed or partner with him in some drinking game. He watched you two dance and didn’t care who saw him staring.
“What’s up with you?” Jimin nudged him hard after a round of King’s Cup. Jungkook had been boring holes into the back of Jin’s neck. He pointed with his finger toward you two, still holding a cup in that hand, “Is there something going on there?”
Jimin followed his finger, a smile spreading across his face, “Probably some sexual tension. They’re probably dying to get out of here to fuck again.”
Hold on. Freeze. What?
“Again?” Jungkook looked over to him, “When?”
“Like a week ago?” Jimin shrugged it off, “Hey, you crashing here?”
“I don’t know,” he mumbled looking back over to you. It made sense now why you and Jin seemed close, or why you were hanging out with him so much right now. At first Jungkook thought you might’ve been avoiding him since the kiss last night but now he doubts that. It was jealousy that he felt. Big fearful jealousy and matched with his sexual frustration he was ready to pop. He stormed off in your direction, chugging back what little was left in his drink and went to separate you from Jin.
“Kook!” You pulled on his arm just as he cut in between of you and Jin in the middle of your conversation, “Hey?“
“Is there something going on between you and Jin?” He didn’t bother easing into it. He needed to know now. He needed to know if he really never had a chance with you, that he’d always just be a friend and nothing more.
“What?” Your brows furrowed. You had no clue what was up with him. You and Jin shared a look but Jungkook didn’t look at him once, acting like he wasn’t there.
You looked around, his voice was too high someone might hear and bring unnecessary attention, “How much did you drink?”
“Just answer my question ” He said pointing to Jin, “Are you seeing him?
“What do you mean?” You furrowed your brows opening trying to pull him away to hopefully somewhere more private. He followed like a puppy as you excused yourself from Jin and led him toward the room you slept in the last time you were here.
“Did you sleep with him?”
You didn’t say anything but your silence was so loud. He scoffed, “You like him?”
“What? No, no.” You shook your head, “Not like that. We’re friends.”
“Is it so wrong?” This time he did look over at you, eyes narrowed, jaw tight. How does he even respond to that? Yes he’s mad, because he’s jealous. So fucking jealous of Jin. He huffed, “You don’t get it.”
“What don’t I get?” You rolled your eyes, “It happened once and that was it. We’re just friends.”
“Like us?” he questioned you. He wanted to know but yes, you say you’re friends but you both know you and Jungkook have never been just friends.
“Are you actually mad about that?” You asked watching him slump down on the guest bed, the lights still off and the party music blurred into the background, “Yes, Jin and I had sex. Yes, we’re friends, I didn’t know it was a crime.”
He scoffed, “So what are we then? Friends too?“
“What? I—I don’t know, “ “Think!” He pressed, “Huh? How do you explain what we are?”
“We’re friends,” you said shaking your head, looking up at him as he groaned. He ran his fingers through his hair, letting his voice rasp when he laughed, “Friends…”
He m threw himself back, hand coming over his face to hide the look of hurt he carried falling onto the bed, “Friends. Best fucking friends, right?”
“Please, you know I didn’t mean it like that,” you reached for him making him turn to face you again, now in the darkness of his room.
He let out another scoff, “Tell me then. Tell me we aren’t just friends.”
You were quiet. What were you two anyway? What were you doing together? What were you actually doing?
“What the hell are we?” His voice rose a little, “Why have you been avoiding me all night?”
Your brows furrowed pushing your knees into the edge of the bed, “Jungkook, I haven’t been… I’m sorry.”
“You have,” he looked at you, “All night you’ve spent attached to Jin like I haven’t been here. Why? Was it because of last night? Do you regret it?
“No Jungkook, it’s not that. I’m just confused,” you sighed leaning into the bed sitting on the edge, “You keep asking me what are we and I want to give you an answer and I don’t know. We kiss, you go sleep with Soomin. We kiss again, you tell me to wait and basically don’t want to have sex with me.”
His jaw dropped. That’s what you thought. You thought that because he asked you to wait last night it meant he didn’t want to have sex with you. You couldn’t be more wrong. “You seriously think that?”
You shrugged looking away from him making him sigh, “Y/n, I didn’t want to have sex with you because I didn’t want you to think that’s all I wanted from you.”
“Isn’t it?”
“No!” He sat on his elbows, “No, no. I don’t just want to hook up and drop it. I want to…” he took a deep breath, “I want to be so much more than friends.”
“Then why couldn’t you say that?” You asked scooting you the bed a little, the bracelet catching his eye. He shook his head, “Because let’s face it Y/n. I’m not good enough for you and that pisses me off.”
“What do you mean by that?” You pressed and you swear you could almost see Jungkook’s walls visibly cracking. He looked away toward the window, “I think part of me has always liked you but I wouldn’t let myself see you that way because, well, I just think you deserve someone better than me, yknow?”
“Like, someone who doesn’t force you to go skinny dipping or get into fights because he slept with girls who had boyfriends,” he shrugged trying to brush off his self deprecation, “And I can’t fucking stand Jin because he’s exactly who I always pictured you with and it pisses me off because it’s not me.”
“You’re stupid,” you mumbled shaking your head, “Jungkook, I don’t care about him like that. I like doing things with you even if they’re fucking crazy, you’re the main reason why I have fun anyway. Obviously there’s things you need to work on but that’s everyone.”
He didn’t say anything but his hand reached out to yours playing with the bracelet he put on you last night. It even said his name and everything that’s why he switched it with the ring. You smiled a little moving closer till your knees touched his hip, “And who else is gonna carry me all the way to my apartment when I’m super tired?”
He smiled, he really did feel special hauling your cute ass out of the car up the stairs to your door. He liked having you with your arms and legs wrapped around him like a baby bear snoring lightly into his neck. He may or may not have snapped a picture with you clinging off him in your mirror.
“Just so we’re clear Kook,” you sat straighter looking down at him. He was still sprawled on the bed leaning on his elbows for support making his collarbone dip even more and his abdomen tense. “I’m crazy into you.”
His eyes fell to yours, breathing getting heavier. You smile, breathless, heart thudding dully in your chest, he sits up fully now, eyes wide and adoring, stroking a hand on the duvet feeling it wrinkle under his hold. Out of the corner of your eye, you catch the large mirror in the guest room reflecting you, and reflecting his hands easing up the backs of your thighs and coming to rest right beneath where the skirt you wore tonight. His hands are hot, damp, and rough when they cup and hold your bottom playing with the thin fabric of your underwear, his eyes locked on yours, “You mean it?”
When you nod he smiles releasing a tight breath as his free hand comes to your chin tilting your face toward him, lips brushing against yours with need, “I like you Y/n, so fucking much.” He leans in, mouth against mouth letting himself fall back against the sheets forcing you to fall over him. He grabbed your thigh swinging it over his lap to straddle him as he held your face in his hands keeping your from pulling away.
You caught him by surprise when you used force to push him back sitting up and holding the ends of your shirt. He watched in a trance the way you tugged the shirt over your head stretching your back a little and flinging it onto the floor sitting over him in the skirt and bra. His hands on your thighs squeezing a little when you pulled on the collar of his shirt. He quickly yanked it off struggling for a moment before throwing it down next to yours. You didn’t lean down to kiss him again and it made him impatient. You kept looking away from him and he felt greedy. He wanted your eyes on him and just him, but when he found the source of your curiosity he practically melted underneath you.
There, just a few feet away was the full body mirror at a perfect angle to face the bed. He could see his long body in nothing but jeans with you over him in your cute skirt sitting on top. You looked at each other through the mirror, one of your hands raising over the ridges of his muscles and pecs. His muscular, tatted, arm holding you in place looking huge against you.
Finally, you pulled away from the mirror looking over at each other. Jungkook’s eyes were darker, gazed over with built up sexual tension and yours looked the same. His hand was back on your thigh feeling the curve of skin from where you sat. Before he was even able to say anything, you leaned in on his collarbone, leaving pepper kisses and soft touches drawing his eyes closed as he squirmed. It felt good. You nipped under his jaw again at the spot that had made him weak last time whispering in his ear, “Watch.”
So he did. He turned toward the mirror again watching the way you moved onto his neck, nibbling on it here and there, earning a soft whimper in return. His hips were bucking slightly seeking friction from this small act but he couldn’t help it. He’d been holding off on sex after he realized he only wanted to sleep with you. And here he was half naked in a guest room with the door locked and a party happening right outside. That made him feel even more on edge knowing anyone could go around asking where you were and they’d find you in bed with him. You began to shimmy down, kissing between his pecs, nails grazing over his nipples and he had to pull his lip between his teeth to bite back a moan.
In the mirror he watched the way your back arched making your butt stick out from under your skirt and he liked it. He liked seeing you like this over him, hands finding the button to his jeans yanking the zipper down. And he lifted his hips enough for you to pull them off, taking his briefs off too. He was fully naked while you still had on everything but a shirt. He’s never been in this situation before.
You had fallen to sit between his patted legs once his jeans were on the floor and he looked away from the mirror to look at you. Your hands went behind your back, as if reading his mind, and shedding off another article of clothing, your bra. He groaned quietly licking his lips at the sight of your exposed chest, hands reaching out to sit up and touch but you shook your head. He watched your hands cup your own breasts, holding the weight teasing him almost to go ahead and touch but when he tried you stopped. He can see what game you’re playing at but he didn’t mind, he’d keep his hands to himself if you wanted him to. He fell back into the sheets when you leaned down, eyes wandering over his growing member that gave a little twitch under your stare.
His breath hitched at the sight in the mirror again, ass up and face so close to his pelvis that he could just imagine what would come next. You turned to his left thigh, kissing on the inner part close to where his aching member waited pointing up to his trimmed happy trail. His chest caving a little when your teeth sank into the sensitive flesh giving his cock another twitch. He felt the slight sucking feeling of your mouth on his thigh and it made him squirm, “Fuck, Y/n,” his head fell into the pillows unsure if he should look in the mirror or down below, “Do something.”
You never expected him to react this way in bed, full of need and want. His muffled sounds, his twitches, and the way he would lean in on the touch it made you jealous to think of the other girls seeing him like this—but they never did. Jungkook never gave up control to anyone and right now that he’s being the pillow princess for once and all because of you, he really fucking liked it.
Jungkook’s hips quivered as you kissed closer toward his member, just at the base and his hand came up to your hair, your eyes shooting him a glare that had him shrinking back. You closed your eyes maneuvering his dick between your plump, soft lips. A palpable, slow throbbing began to envelop his penis as you slid your puffy lips back and forth. His breath hitches looking back to the mirror at the side profile of your head bobbing over him drawing out small gasps for air from him. Then he’d look down again at the sight of his hardened, thick, cock sinking down your throat watching drool and pre-cum dribble down the side.
The veins on his dick feel as hard as stone as you work whatever didn’t fit in your mouth with a hand each stroke making blood rush to his dick increasing the pleasure. You focused on the tip, licking around the thick head licking up what ever slick leaked from the slit and kissing it like it was his lips on yours. It was a sight, his eyes fluttering closed only to snap open scared he’d wake up from a dream and you’d be out there grinding on Jin. When your hand snuck below his erect member toward his aching balls his mouth drew open releasing a gasp, massaging them in your warm hands kissing where they hung before trailing up his length again. He felt heavy and thick but god you could just imagine all the things he’d do to you when you were done with him. “I’m gonna…fuck,” he panted letting his eyes screw shut when you finally decided to let his tip hit the back of your throat feeling it tighten around him. His warning only made you speed up, forcing more inside ignoring the squelching sound of his dick in your throat, one hand jerking whatever didn’t fit and the other fondling his balls. It took him less than a minute to tighten, grip the bed sheets tightly and release a large load into your mouth that you eagerly licked up.
“Fuck!” He whined staring down at the amount, holding himself back lately really put a strain on him if he went by how much he released and how much you swallowed back.
This time he doesn’t stop and wait for you to tell him not to touch you, sitting up and pressing his lips against yours. His hand under your chin and another moving up to cup an exposed breast. His large hand covering more flesh than your own, kneading teasingly as you moved over his thigh again. You looked toward the mirror when he trailed down toward your neck sucking hickies into your skin while his hands groped at your chest making you melt into him. Your skirt was up so high now but he didn’t seem to mind until he was shaking his hands under trying to pull your soaked panties off.
You squealed in surprised at the sudden jerk of movement, freezing in place as the tearing sound continued. He didn’t stop his assault on your neck throwing the now town panties onto the floor. You glared down at him, “Hey! Why’d you do th—ngh.”
His middle finger was sliding over your heat, gathering your wetness as he touched your folds and circled your clit still hidden under the hood. You looked to the mirror, his hand hidden under your skirt as his lips trailed toward your tits catching a taut nipple in his mouth as a distraction for when his middle finger began to push into your entrance, your lips parting in pleasure feeling his palm press against your clit. His finger pushed in deep, hooking at the end as he slid it in and out of your pussy all while his palm massaged into your clit, a second finger joining the first, his ring finger.
A hiss slipped from your lips feeling a light nibble on the softness of your breast, a suckling feeling on the skin looking down and finding his eyes locked on your as he left love bites on your boobs.
It didn’t take long for him to have you on the brink of release, the tightness of your walls around his fingers making his eyes roll in anticipation over what they’d feel against his cock. He brought you to the edge, on hand on your thigh keeping your legs spread for him, the other in your wet pussy, mouth on your tits. The mirror captured perfectly the animalistic curve of his back as he hunched over toward your body, the muscles protruding with every flick of his wrist up his arm. Your eyes rolled, nails sinking into his shoulders for support, his name on the tip of you tongue. “Cum for me bunny,” he whispered groggily against your skin and you immediately folded.
In the urgency of post orgasm he held onto you leaning over to pick up his jeans off the floor finding his wallet. He pulled out a condom looking over to you trying to tear it open quickly. He snipped his finger in the process, “Ow.”
“Slow your roll eager beaver,” you laughed taking it from him tearing into easily. You pulled it out looking over to him as he watched you closely, but the second your eyes met he couldn’t contain his smile. The smile then led to a giggle from you both, your current situation and all the seriousness draining from you both. You’d never been the serious type when together so this whole thing made you laugh. He brushed your hair out of your face, “You sure you want to do this?”
“I already opened it,” you said lightly, pointing to the wrapper ignoring the way his eyes rolled, “Jungkook.”
“Hm,” he sighed feeling your hands begin to ease the condom over his member slowly bringing it to its full hardness. “Do you want to do this?” You asked, his eyes finding yours again lip pulled between his teeth nodding his head, “So fucking bad. But I don’t want it to be a one time thing.”
You planted a soft kiss against his lips hovering over him. He grinds his cock against your coated pussy, shaft swollen out of desperation. Everything has led up to the point, and now he finally has it: the full permission to truly have sex with you, and if it were up to him this wouldn’t be the only time he gets to do it. He puts his hand over yours, grabbing his member with his own. Now teasing his head against your entrance, heat burns inside of his chest, body and mind stimulated and ready to pleasure you. Moaning out your name, he finally slides himself inside of you, embracing your tight cunt.
“Oh fuck,” you sighed out taking him all in, hands flat on his chest even as he sat up sitting you on his cock. Letting out a grunt, he adjusts himself to kiss your sweet lips. Your walls tighten around him in response to his thickness. His hands travel down to yours, holding them both tightly, “That’s right baby, I want to be the only one making you feel good.”
He looked over to the mirror, where your eyes had been glued and it made his hips buck arms tightening around your waist at the sight. There was the proof of it, what he’d always known. The way your bodies fit together like a finished puzzle. Your legs wrapped around him, your ass sitting so pretty on his cock, hips bouncing, chest pressed against chest, his head in the crook of your neck. His large hands sliding down the expanse of his back. It made him growl against your soft skin quickening his pace.
The wet sounds of your sopping cunt are audible with each harsh press of his cock, bliss to Jungkook’s ears. He groaned, “..T-Tight…” he uttered, plunging his cock in and out, picking up his pace hearing the bed squeak. Neither one of you cared, with the loud music from the party you doubted anyone could hear anyway.
Motivated by your noises, the tempo in his thrusts quickens, as well as the power of each pound. The slapping of his hips and thighs against your own echoes in the room. You could feel his weight on you growing heavy, leaning into you and brushing against your cervix. Your hands in his hair, pulling his head back looking at his parted lips and round eyes, “Kiss me.”
Jungkook felt himself getting closer, your cunt practically milking his cock, as his hand slid up your back to the back of your neck forcing your head down for his lips to meet yours in a heated kiss that left you both panting. He couldn’t take it. He felt restricted under you despite the pleasure coursing through his bodies so without wasting another second he was flipping you over, falling over you onto the bed, knees pressing into the mattress keeping you trapped under him. In the mirror you could see the harsh thrusts of his hips, the muscles in his ass and thighs flexing with each buck.
Your legs cross around his waist, holding him in place as if it were a plea for him to not leave. He thrusts desperately into you, grip on your hands tightening and panting heavily. “Please bunny, tell me you’re close!” He was loud falling into the expanse of your neck, his hand still holding you now trapped under the bed. He felt your nails dig into his scalp drawing out a hiss and you whimpered, “I—I’m cu—“
With one final thrust, he allows himself to cum into the condom when your walls squeeze the soul out of his dick with your release. All that was hear was heavy panting, your skirt now on sideways with the zipper all fucked and his knees pressing bruisingly my into the bed.
It took a moment to come down from your highs but he was careful sliding out of you, the spent condom filled with cum that felt warm and sticky against his softening member. He bit back a hiss in sensitivity as he tugged it off, tying the end of it and throwing it on the wooden floor—a mess he’ll clean tomorrow. He looked down at you, chest heaving in pants as you let your high come down. He looked down at your skirt, all twisted in the wrong places and with gentle hands he tugged the zipper down lifting your hips and sliding it off you. He went toward the closet opening the door finding a towel and he emptied a water bottle onto it wetting it before bringing it to you.
Softly, he pressed it into the space between your legs wiping away your release as you smiled lazily at him. He leaned down placing his lips on yours with a smile, “Was that okay?”
“Mmm,” you hummed letting him spoil you with aftercare as he finished cleaning himself off. He didn’t bother putting clothes back on lifting the ruined bed sheets and tucking you underneath with him next to you. Neither one of you cared about the party outside, you snuggled into his chest, his arms wrapping around you as he looked to his phone.
jimin | oh u little shits
jimin | where r u guys
jungkook | sleeping
jimin | my ass
jungkook | :P
The next morning you woke up a little sore, Jungkook was still asleep but with the sun blaring in your face like that you couldn’t stay asleep. You assessed the damage in the mirror, lovebites on your chest, and neck. You looked around the floor all your stuff scattered everywhere and you sighed looking at your ruined underwear. Thanks a lot Kook.
Not wanting to wake him up you dig into your overnight bag for the clothes you had planned to wear today, Jimin had given you the heads up to spend the day at the lake after the party. You slipped on your bathing suit and a t-shirt and shorts over it and left the room letting him sleep in.
“You little freaks!” Was the first thing Jimin had said when he saw you coming to the glass sliding door where everyone who had slept over was having breakfast. You just smiled in greeting as Jin passed you a plate. Jimin kept going, “So what? You’re seeing each other now? You know as the third musketeer I am so fucking offended.”
Taehyung laughed, “Three musketeers? More like three blind rats.”
“It’s mice.”
“Yeah but you’re more of a rat.” You ignored him taking a seat next to Jimin thanking Jin for serving you breakfast, “I thought we were quiet.”
“No, not at all,” Jimin shook his head, “That bed squeaks like a motherfucker.”
Shrugging you ate with one hand as the other blocked the Sun out of your eyes. Shortly after two hands came over your head, a warm presence behind you as they leaned down planting a kiss in your hair, “You should’ve woken me up.”
“Pussy put his ass to sle—“ “It did,” Jungkook didn’t even argue stretching his arms out shooing Jimin over so he could sit next to you, “Best sleep I’ve had in a while.”
“Lame,” Hoseok groaned, “While I’m throwing up in the bathroom those two are getting freaky in the sheets. I hate everyone.”
“Nobody told you to chug a bottle of Patron.”
Under the table Jungkook swung your leg over his lap reaching over you to steal some toast off your plate. He looked to Jin who was smiling down at his phone then back to you. You pursed your lips and he leaned into you giving them a soft peck ignoring all the fake gagging noises that rose around you.
Jungkook, your dear boyfriend?
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okay yalll pls let this not flop like my last fic lolll
also ignore the name calling it’s normal. friends are rude to each other so Jk calling Y/n a bitch in the beginning is lighthearted
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need to be so sleepy and tired and he’s under the covers eating me out so gently, soft little licks and wet kisses as I half doze and half focus on how good he’s making me feel-
NOT IN THAT WAY ⋆ JJK
summary in which you're hopelessly in love with your best friend, min yoongi. meanwhile, your other best friend, jeon jungkook, is hopelessly in love with you.
★ based on this request ★
pairing non idol!jk x fem!reader (slightly ft. min yoongi)
wordcount 30k (20k main post, 10k block limit reblog)
genre childhood bff2l, fluff, angst, smut
rating 18+ minors do not interact
content jk&oc 21 | yoongi&jia 22, unrequited love everywhere, yoongi is kind of villainized 😞, toxic friendships, jk and oc are v touchy n lovey friends, pining, pushover & lowk naive oc, protective jk, simp jk, a touch of he hates everyone but her trope, a lot of clichés, a lot of flashbacks, heated-ish arguments, panic/anxiety attack, alcohol consumption, a lil bitta jealousy, kissing under the influence, smoking (ciggies), cursing, non-detailed sex scene w yoongi, happy ending because it's me 😭 explicit content; dirty talk, nipple play, clit play, cunnilingus, condomless p in v sex (oc on pill), toy usage during sex (vibrator), multiple orgasms, creampie, lots of pillow talk
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The rain drums against the windows of Jungkook’s Jeep as you cradle a six-pack of strawberry soju on your lap, the bottles clinking slightly with each bump in the road.
Jungkook hums softly to an old Linkin Park track from the mixtape he's played a hundred times before, the nostalgia pulling you in until you find yourself humming along without even realizing it.
He’d picked you up from your place not long ago, with a quick stop at the liquor store for beer and snacks, and now the two of you were about ten minutes away from Yoongi and Jia’s apartment.
You’ve been best friends with them for as long as you can remember—Jungkook, Yoongi, and Jia. Jungkook, just a little longer than the others. Growing up on the same street, realizing that the boy with the big bunny smile from your second-grade class lived right next door—it almost felt like fate.
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“How was school, honey?” Your mom leaned down to wrap you in a hug, her soft bangs brushing against your cheek.
Eight-year-old you giggled at the ticklish feeling before grabbing her hand and tugging her excitedly toward the school gates, eager to begin the walk home. “It was so fun, eomma! My teacher let us watch a movie since we finished all our work early!”
“Oooh, that’s nice, sweetie.” Your mom smiled warmly, easily keeping pace with you, her strides leisurely next to your quick, hurried steps.
The two of you chatted happily about your day, your little hand swinging in hers, when something up ahead caught your attention.
“Oh? Jeongguk-ssi!” you called out, your voice high with excitement.
Your mom followed your gaze and saw a young boy, about your age, walking just ahead of you. He turned at the sound of his name, curiosity lighting up his big eyes.
“Y/N-ssi? Hey!” Jungkook waved with that trademark bunny smile, and without missing a beat, you pulled your mom along as you ran up to him.
“I didn’t know you walked home!” you exclaimed, beaming. “This is my eomma!” You introduced her proudly while your mom greeted both Jungkook and his mother. “We’re walking home too!” you added with a grin.
“Cool,” Jungkook beamed before patting his mom on the arm. “This is my eomma! We live just down there.” His little hand reached out to point at a street just within view.
“No way!” you screeched, eyes wide in disbelief as you whipped around to look at your mom for confirmation. “That’s our street!” you shouted, practically buzzing with excitement.
“Wow… and we’re in the same class? This is getting weird,” Jungkook muttered, equally amazed. You both stood there, nodding at each other with wide, stunned eyes.
Your moms laughed at your expressions before yours turned to his. “Should we walk together?”
“Yes!” you cried, bouncing on your toes. “I want to talk to Jeongguk-ssi about the movie we watched today!”
You didn’t even wait for an answer, slipping out of your mom’s grasp to walk beside Jungkook, chattering away as if you’d known each other for thirty years already.
Jungkook’s mom chuckled, falling into step with yours as they followed closely behind, chatting about mom things while you and Jungkook walked ahead, engrossed in your conversation about 'Robots'. You were so caught up that you didn’t even realize you’d arrived home until your mom gently pulled you to a stop.
“We’re home, sweetie. Time to go in and start your homework before dinner. You’ll see Jungkook tomorrow, okay?” Your mom’s soft voice pulled you from your excitement, and you looked up at her with a pout.
“Okay…” you sighed, turning back to Jungkook, who was still smiling at you. His expression confused you. He wasn’t sad to leave like you were… Why wasn’t he upset? You thought the conversation was going great…
“Y/N-ssi, I live right there!” Jungkook exclaimed suddenly, bouncing on his toes as he pointed toward the house directly next to yours.
Your eyes followed where he pointed before snapping back to him in an instant, your pigtails flying. “Wow! We can walk to school together and-and walk home together and talk about movies! And you’re wearing a Superman t-shirt, and I’ve seen half of the Superman movie! This is so cool!”
Jungkook didn’t correct you—his shirt wasn’t Superman, it was Iron Man, his favorite hero of all-time. But he didn’t care. He just grinned, matching your excitement with a big nod.
Jungkook’s mom chuckled again, tapping him on the shoulder. “Okay, Gukkie, we better go start your homework, too.” She turned to your mom with a warm smile. “I’ll give you a call later to talk about what we mentioned before, Bora?”
“Yeah, absolutely. Thanks, Hyomin.” Your mom gave her arm a quick squeeze before gently guiding you inside.
“Bye, Gukkie! See you tomorrow!” you called out, using the nickname you heard his mom call him as he walked up his driveway with her.
“Bye, Y/N-ssi! See you tomorrow!” he grinned before disappearing inside with Hyomin.
The next day, your moms walked you both to school, chatting as they went, and when they left, they seemed to head off in the same direction.
That evening, you found out they’d gone for coffee to get to know each other better, and it turned out they got along incredibly well. At the time, their husbands were the ones working while they stayed home to care for the kids and the house. It wasn't long before they were exchanging recipes, enjoying wine nights together, and becoming each other’s go-to babysitters whenever one had an appointment. Soon, they were inseparable.
Just like you and Jungkook.
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You first met Jia and Yoongi about six months later, when you and Jungkook moved up to third grade. It was a combined class of third and fourth-graders, with Jia and Yoongi a year older than you both. Since the activities were separated by gender, you and Jia naturally grew close, always being paired up or placed in the same groups for subjects. It was the same for Jungkook and Yoongi.
Jia was beautiful. From the day you met her, you knew she was in a league of her own with her looks— naturally wavy raven hair, long lashes, and starry eyes that made her stand out in any crowd.
As you all grew older, Jia only became more stunning, her confidence blossoming with age. By high school, she had every boy wrapped around her finger. And she knew it.
What you didn’t expect, though, was for Yoongi to be one of those boys.
Jungkook was the first to know about your insatiable crush on Yoongi. Of course he was. He was your best friend, the peanut butter to your jelly, the moon to your light. You’d confided in him when you first realized around middle school that your feelings for Yoongi had shifted, that you didn't just like him as a friend anymore.
You told Jia, too. But she seemed to brush it off as just an innocent childhood crush, something that would fade with time. When she and Yoongi only grew closer, eventually making it official during your senior year of high school, you felt like you were going to die.
You love Jia. She's an incredible friend, and she deserves all the good things the boy you were in love with had to offer.
But no matter how hard you tried to convince yourself that you weren’t a jealous person, the ache in your chest was impossible to ignore. And every time you visit their shared apartment, which they moved into not long after their second anniversary, you can’t stop that very ache from resurfacing as soon as you step through the threshold.
“Hey. We’re-o—”
Jungkook’s words die on his lips as soon as he steps into the doorway of Yoongi and Jia’s apartment, his body freezing in place. You don’t have time to stop, bumping into his back, the soju in your arms rattling with the impact. Jungkook turns around to steady you before Jia's voice rips through the room.
“You always fucking do this! I’m so sick of it, Yoongi! Seriously! I can’t fucking take it anymore!” She storms toward the kitchen counter, snatching up her jacket and keys. Her eyes pass right over you and Jungkook as if you weren’t there, and she shoves past you both in her rush to leave.
“Yeah, walk away like you always do, Jia.” Yoongi’s laughter is bitter as he follows her to the door. “I’ll see you at, what, 10 o’clock when you come crying back, saying that you’re sorry and you overreacted again?”
You exchange a glance with Jungkook, both of you fidgeting uncomfortably with the drinks in your hands. This was just supposed to be one of your usual Friday hangouts… but instead, you’ve walked straight into a war zone.
Jia’s already halfway down the hall when she whirls around, her eyes blazing with venom. “No, I won’t.” Her voice is sharp, her tone final. “I’m done, Yoongi. We’re done.”
Yoongi’s face falters immediately, and in all the years you’ve known him, you’ve never seen him look this lost. “What?” His voice softens, a note of desperation creeping in as he steps toward her. She shakes her head, holding up a hand to stop him.
“I’m serious, Yoongi. I can’t do this anymore. We need a break… some time apart.”
Even though they fight often, the look on Yoongi’s face tells you that this is different. That maybe she’s never called it quits like this before.
“Wh—jagi? No, don’t—no… just get some air? Please? We’ll talk later, okay?” Yoongi’s voice cracks, and you feel your brows furrow, your heart aching at his tone.
Jungkook silently sets his beer on the counter, gently taking the soju from your arms and placing it beside his. He returns to your side, his arm slipping around yours. The warmth of his touch grounds you, but your eyes stay fixed on the man you love, who looks like he’s about to fall apart right in front of you.
“This is toxic. We’re toxic, Yoongi. We fight every single day. This isn’t love… this is—I don’t even know what this is.” Jia’s voice trembles, her grip tightening around her keys as she struggles to keep her tears at bay.
Your instinct is to step forward, to offer your best friend comfort, but she rejects your gesture, wiping away the tears that have just started streaming down her face. Her face contorts in pain, causing your lips to purse as you itch to pull her into a hug. Jungkook moves close behind you, his presence reassuring, but you aren’t the one who needs comforting right now—Jia and Yoongi are. Jungkook doesn’t move, just leans against the wall next to you, his gaze fixed on the ground.
“Jia, please.” Yoongi’s voice is raw, a pleading tone you’ve never heard from him before. You glance at him, your chest tightening as you see his eyes all glossy and red.
You have witnessed plenty of arguments between Jia and Yoongi over the years. Whether it was when you were all just friends in school and they disagreed on something, or when they’d suddenly break out into a heated fight during a night out at your favorite bar. But this one feels so different, and you don't know what to do.
You shift a little, moving to stand properly beside Jungkook, your head tilting up to meet his gaze. He glances down at you, about to ask if you're okay right as you’re about to suggest you guys go back inside, but Jia’s voice cuts through the air again.
“I’m gonna go stay with my mom. I’ll get my brother to come pick up my things… I need space, Yoongi.”
You swear you see the exact moment his heart snaps in two. His knees almost buckle when Jia turns around without another word, taking the stairs instead of the elevator, desperate to get out of the building as fast as she can.
Immediately, you and Jungkook rush to Yoongi, enveloping him in a tight hug. The dam breaks, and he begins sobbing in your embrace, his body trembling between the two of you. His breath carries the faint, bitter scent of alcohol as he struggles to catch his breath. You sigh, realizing the argument probably escalated because they’d both been drinking.
After a moment of rubbing his back soothingly, you suddenly glance up at Jungkook in alarm, which he returns with a puzzled look.
“Yoongi,” you whisper, tilting your head back to search his tear-streaked face, gently wiping away the streams flowing down his cheeks. “Honey, has Jia been drinking too?”
Yoongi doesn’t answer, still too distraught to process your question. His sobs only deepen, his body shaking with every breath.
Jungkook immediately understands, his hand lightly rubbing the back of Yoongi’s neck before he pulls away, quickly disappearing down the staircase that Jia had descended.
“Come on, hun, let’s go inside,” you murmur, guiding the broken boy toward the couch. His legs are heavy, dragging as you help him into the apartment with an arm around his waist.
Once inside, you manage to coax him onto the couch, gently urging him to sit down. His face is flushed, streaked with tears, and your heart wrenches at the sight. You pull the throw blanket from the back of the couch, draping it carefully over his lap.
The sheer amount of tears pouring from his eyes leaves your brows furrowed almost permanently. You’ve never seen Yoongi like this before—so utterly broken. Whether it’s the alcohol or the depth of this fight with Jia, you don’t know, but you feel sick to your fucking stomach.
You head to the kitchen, filling a glass of water before returning to Yoongi’s side. Sitting down next to him, you adjust the blanket so it covers both your legs and his. “Here, Yoongi. Drink some water, please?” you offer, gently wiping away the moisture clinging to his cheeks.
With a sniffle and a hiccup, Yoongi glances at you, then wraps his trembling hand around the cup. He takes a few gulps, finishing about half before you gently set it back on the coffee table. Then, you rest your head on his shoulder.
The room feels unbearably quiet now, and you don’t know what to say, how to make any of this better. “I’m so sorry, Yoongi.”
“I can’t believe it’s over.” His tears have stopped, but his voice is hoarse. His sad, dilated eyes lock onto yours, making your heart ache even more. “She’s all I’ve ever known, Y/N. I don’t know what to fucking do. What—what do I do?” His voice cracks.
“I…” You hesitate, your mind scrambling for something, anything that could comfort him. But for once, you don’t have an answer. “I have no idea, hun…”
You’re no stranger to giving Yoongi advice about Jia, and vice versa. You’ve practically become an expert over the years. But right now, you’re absolutely clueless.
Your best friend nods, his lips pursing to the side as he tries not to cry again. You exhale, your breath shaky as you shift to face him when he turns away. The blanket slips slightly, and your hands instinctively reach out to adjust it over his lap. But then, his trembling hand lands on yours, stopping you.
Your gaze lifts to his face, brows furrowing in concern. There’s a look in his eyes—something you've never quite seen before.
“Yoongi? Are you—mmf—”
His lips are warm, tasting faintly of Laphroaig—his favorite whiskey. The smoky sweetness floods your senses, dazing you as if you’d taken the bottle and downed the entire thing yourself. Suddenly, you're letting him guide you onto his lap, his hands gripping your waist as the blanket slips to the floor, forgotten.
Your mind blanks as he deepens the kiss, his tongue sweeping past your lips in a desperate, feverish attempt to lose himself. His grip tightens, and he swallows your surprised gasp, pulling you closer, as if trying to drown out his heartache in the heat of you.
The realization hits you like a fucking truck.
You immediately jerk away, gasping for breath, your body trembling as you quickly scramble off his lap. Your legs feel weak as you collapse back onto the couch beside him, your wide eyes staring blankly at the wall above the TV.
Their TV.
A tense, painful silence fills the room, and you think you’re gonna puke.
Your lips still tingle with the memory of his, your heart pounding so hard you’re sure he can hear it. That was everything you’ve ever fucking wanted—but for all the wrong fucking reasons.
Your phone buzzes in your back pocket, yanking you out of your spiral. Clearing your throat awkwardly, you pull the device from your jeans and push yourself off the couch, stepping toward the kitchenette as you answer the call with shaky hands.
“Hey, bug. I’ve got Jia.” Jungkook’s voice soothes the crease in your brow before you even realize it. “She’s sleeping in the back. I’m going to drop her at her mom’s, and then I’ll come back to get you. Is Yoongi okay?”
You glance back at Yoongi, who's still sitting in stunned silence on the couch. “Ye—kkkhmm—yes, he’s fine. Okay, I’ll see you when you get back.”
Yep. Of course your voice broke. He won’t ignore that.
“Bug?” His tone softens, laced with concern. You close your eyes, trying to hold back the tears that spring to your eyes. “Y/N, are you okay?”
“Mhm,” you choke back the cry building in your throat, glancing over your shoulder at Yoongi. His head is buried in his hands, elbows pressed hard into his knees. “I’m okay, Gukkie. Just get Jia to her mom’s, and I’ll see you soon, okay?”
Jungkook goes quiet for a long second at your quivering voice. “No, bug. I’m gonna come get you first. Tell me why you’re crying, please.”
Your chest tightens, and when you try to speak, your voice cracks again. You roll your teary eyes, swiping your free hand roughly over your face. “‘ll tell you later, Gukkie. Please, just… please take Jia to her mom’s.”
He goes quiet again, and if it weren’t for the sound of his windshield wipers squeaking against the glass, you would have thought he hung up.
Jungkook’s fingers tighten around the steering wheel as he fights the urge to turn the car around right now and drive back to get you. If Yoongi is the reason you’re crying... Fuck, he can’t even finish the thought.
“I’ll be back to get you in thirty minutes, okay?” he manages to say, his pulse pounding.
“Thank you, Gukkie. I love you, please drive safe.”
“I love you too, bug,” he sighs before letting you disconnect the call.
Jungkook glances up at his rearview mirror to see a sleeping Jia sprawled out on his backseat, soft snores escaping her lips. He doesn’t entirely hate Jia, but he can’t ignore how poorly she treats you, no matter how much you try to convince him otherwise.
What kind of person feels the need to one-up their friend in every aspect of life? What kind of person knows about the insecurities that their beautiful, amazing friend has, but discredits them and forces them outside of their comfort zone anyway? What kind of person learns about the feelings their friend harbors for someone, and shortly after, goes for that person just to prove they can?
Whether Jia does it subconsciously or not, whether her intentions are ill or not, whether you notice or not, Jungkook sees everything.
At the end of the day, it’s you he cares about. You are his best friend. You are the love of his life. You are the one he will protect at all costs when it comes down to it. You are the one he will choose.
You will not get hurt in the crossfire of Yoongi and Jia’s fucked-up relationship. Jungkook will make sure of that.
“Are you okay?” Your voice is quiet—the quietest Yoongi has ever heard, and his heart splinters.
His head lifts from his hands, eyes searching for you. You’re standing a few feet away, the distance between you obvious, and he almost cringes. “Don't, bug. Are you okay? I’m so fucking sorry.”
It’s still strange to hear Yoongi call you the nickname Jungkook gave you what feels like a hundred years ago, but you can’t ignore the warmth it stirs in your chest when he does.
“Of course I’m okay,” you say carefully. “You’re hurting... People do silly things when they’re hurting.”
Yoongi’s breath hitches, his hands running through his hair in frustration. “I shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry for making you uncomfortable, bug, I—”
“You didn’t.” You’re quiet again, and he freezes, confusion knitting his brows. “Make me, um, uncomfortable.”
He scoffs under his breath, hands rubbing at his temples. “Sure seems like I did.”
“No, you could never make—”
“Y/N, don’t say that. I kissed you. I pulled you on top of me—”
“I let you—”
“I took advantage of you—”
“You didn’t—”
“Stop fucking defending me! Stop thinking the best of me—”
“I’m not—”
“You are! You always do! Even when I act like a complete piece of shi—”
“I love you.”
The room falls into a suffocating silence. Yeah, you’re definitely going to puke now.
Yoongi’s hands slowly fall away from his face, his eyes desperate to meet yours. But you refuse to look at him. Your gaze stays fixed on the rug you helped Jia pick out from your favorite vintage home decor store. You’re going to get vomit all over such a pretty rug.
“Bug…” His voice is soft, pleading. You don’t look up. You don’t move. You can’t.
You’ve said “I love you” to Yoongi plenty of times before. But you know that you can’t possibly play this off as another friendly declaration. You know he caught what you really meant.
Over a decade of hiding and suppressing your feelings for him, just for you to suddenly blurt it out because you couldn’t bear to hear him talk badly about himself? And to think your stupid therapist said your chronic people-pleasing tendencies were getting better.
“Y/N. Please.” You didn’t even realize he’d stood from the couch, didn’t notice him moving closer. But you feel it when his shaky hand gently lifts your chin, forcing you to look at him.
“You don’t mean that,” he murmurs, shaking his head slowly, his eyes filled with sadness as he takes in your expression.
“Okay.” You nod, tears slipping down your cheeks despite your efforts to hold them back. “I didn’t mean it. Let’s just forget it happened—”
“You can’t love me, bug.” He looks like he’s in so much pain, and your stomach clenches. He’s repulsed by the idea of you loving him in that way. God, you wished that you’d just stayed home tonight and watched movies with Jungkook like he had suggested.
Who were you even kidding? Yoongi is in—well, was in—a relationship with one of the most gorgeous, fierce, and confident women you’ve ever met. Jia is everything a man could want. He loves her. Obviously, he loves her. How pathetic could you be?
“Yoongi, I’m sorry. I-I don’t know why I even said that. I’m so stupid.” You sniffle, and Yoongi sighs deeply, his thumb brushing away the tear that spills down your cheek. “Please forget it. Please, let’s just forge—”
But he cuts you off, his lips crashing into yours again, more intense this time. His kiss pulls you under before you can even think to resist, and it's not long before your body completely surrenders. Your lips part, letting him in, stifling the urge to moan as his tongue meets yours. Yoongi’s hands move from your jaw to thread through your hair, pulling you closer, and suddenly, everything—right, wrong, loyalty, friendship—fades. It’s just him.
A deep groan vibrates from his throat, and you capture it, drinking it in as your head spins. Your hands unfreeze and find their way to his chest, feeling the warmth beneath the fabric of his shirt. You grip the material, tugging him even closer, satisfaction surging through you as he presses himself against you.
Yoongi pulls back, just for a moment, and you force yourself not to chase his lips. Your eyes flutter open, taking in the sight of his swollen pout and reddened cheeks. “I didn’t know, Y/N…”
You shake your head, swallowing the lump in your throat. “I know. It’s okay, really. You don’t have to—”
“I didn’t know that you had feelings for me, too.”
Your hands jerk back, the fabric slipping from your fingers as you stumble away. What?
“What?” you whisper, your voice barely audible.
No? That’s not. No.
“Of course I love you, bug.” Yoongi’s eyes soften, and his words spill out like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “What’s not to love? You’re smart, funny, pretty, sweet… Anybody would be lucky to have you.”
Your head starts shaking furiously, your brain scrambling to process what he’s saying. “You’re—a-are you drunk? You don’t mean that. You can’t just say something like that to me if you don’t mean it—”
“You know me, Y/N. You know my tolerance, and I’ve barely had much to drink. I’m just really emotional tonight. But I mean it, I do love you.”
You stare at him, the boy you’ve loved in secret for years, the one you’ve cried over, wishing for this exact moment. And now, the words you’ve always dreamed of are tumbling from his lips.
But… where are the fireworks?
There’s no rainbow-colored burst in your head, no magical release of all the pain you’ve carried, no sense of it washing down a metaphorical drain. You pout at the thought.
You feel happy, yes. Relieved, yes. Confused… yes.
A soft thudding noise furrows Jungkook’s brows as he twists the handle to Yoongi’s apartment door.
The lights in the living room are on. There’s a blanket sprawled across the rug you really wanted from your favorite vintage home decor store—the one Jia bought because she said it would look cute in her new apartment. Your sandals are neatly placed next to the doormat, but you’re nowhere in sight.
Jungkook peeks into the nearby rooms, checking the main bathroom and laundry, both empty. His steps slow as he reaches Yoongi and Jia’s bedroom, where a sliver of light spills from beneath the door. His hand hovers over the knob before it freezes, his blood running cold.
“Oh! Fuck!” Your sweet voice rings in his ears, rendering him immobile.
No.
No, bug… Fuck.
The thudding noise he heard when he entered the apartment returns, now registering loud and clear as the headboard of Yoongi’s bed slamming harshly into the wall. Jungkook tries to move, tries to turn around and leave, but he can’t.
“Shit, bug! You like that?”
Jungkook’s fist tightens around the doorknob as he hears his best friend call you by his nickname while he fucks you. He’s got some fucking nerve.
“Mhmm, I-I love ittt.”
Jungkook stumbles back from the door as he feels the bile rising in his throat. He heads to the kitchen, chest tightening painfully with every step. He grabs a glass, fills it with water, and downs it in three gulps. Then he fills it again, downs it again. And again. And again.
He repeats the action until his eyes are watering and he can’t force himself to swallow another mouthful. The sick feeling clawing at his throat remains unaffected. He's gonna fucking pass out.
He’s shaking now as he carefully sets the glass in the dishwasher. Then, he walks to the door and removes his shoes, lining them up perfectly alongside yours. After turning off the light, Jungkook walks to the couch and bends down to pick up the ugly blanket draped across your pretty little rug.
Your body clock wakes you as it does every morning. Groggily, your hand reaches out, searching for your phone on your bedside table. But instead of the familiar hard surface, your fingers only encounter more mattress instead.
‹ ‹ ‹
“Okay, can you pass me two screw C’s, please, Gukkie?” you asked, eyes bouncing between the half-built table you were trying your best to put together.
Jungkook stayed quiet for a moment, his hand hovering over the screw C’s even though he knew it was actually screw B’s you needed for that part. He glanced over, catching sight of your little pout, and grabbed two screw B’s, plopping them into your hand.
“Thank you—” you started, pausing when you noticed the bolts weren’t what you thought. “Gukkie, no, I need screw C’s.”
“No, bug, you need screw B’s.” He rubbed your leg, which was bumping against his as you both sat cross-legged on the floor of your new apartment.
“What—I… huh?” you mumbled in confusion, glancing from the manual to the table, then back to the manual. “Ohhhh, fuuuckk!”
You dropped the screws and manual with a whine, pulling your knees up and burying your face in them. “I’ve gotten the last three steps backward! I’ll have to basically unassemble it and—ugh!” you groaned, grumbling into Jungkook’s shoulder when he laughed, catching you as you flopped against him. “Should’ve just let you build it like you wanted to,” you muttered.
Jungkook just shrugged, glancing at the table. “S’okay. Won’t take me long. Want to order our dinner?”
You glanced up at your best friend, hands reaching to grab his cheeks and squeeze them. “Yes. Thank you. I love you.” He turned his face to give your hand a quick kiss, nodding as he reached for the table pieces. “I love you more. My phone’s over there,” he gestured to the couch behind you, a silent invitation to use his delivery app.
You nodded, grabbing his phone and angling away just enough so he wouldn’t see you switch to your own device instead. He never let you pay, but he was building your furniture...
You’d happily take the scolding once your bellies were full and your cute new table was standing next to your bed.
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Confused, you open your eyes, only to be met with the sight of a blank beige wall. But… your walls aren't beige?
And then it hits you.
Yoongi.
You and Yoongi.
The arm wrapped firmly around your waist tugs you closer as Yoongi nuzzles into your back, still half-asleep. You freeze, your heart skipping a beat, before gently trying to pull the blanket up over your exposed chest. But even in his sleep, his grip on you remains strong. You’re about to tug a little harder when you suddenly remember.
Jungkook.
Holy fuck, Jungkook. He was supposed to come back for you. He must have, but you weren’t out there waiting for him. Panic surges through you as you scramble out of the bed, not even thinking as you leap for your jeans discarded on the bedroom floor.
Yoongi stirs, a confused grunt escaping him as his eyes slowly open, watching you frantically search your pants. “I would say I’m hurt you’re rushing to get dressed so quickly,” he drawls, voice husky with sleep, “but your ass looks fantastic from here, so I’ll let it slide…”
You roll your eyes with a little smile, still focused on finding your phone. Climbing back into bed once you have it in hand, he watches with a twinkly smirk, the bruise he left above your left nipple making his morning wood throb a little. His head tilts up to capture your lips, and you almost drop your phone at the feeling, but you don’t let it last too long before flopping back next to him, finally opening your messages app.
[7:36 AM] To: Gukkie good morning, gukkie. i’m soooo sorry i didn’t call you last night. i have so much to tell you. please text me back when you wake up, okay? i love you 💗
You scroll back to the last message, a photo from Jungkook of an anime figurine he found at the gas station yesterday on his way to pick you up. He said it reminded him of you.
You’ve never been much into anime—only knowing what you do from when you go over to his place and finish the episode he’s currently watching with him—but the character was so cute. Maybe you’ll ask him to show you the series later.
You’re just about to ask Yoongi if you can borrow his charger because your phone’s at 5%, but his phone rings, interrupting your question. He presses a soft kiss to your shoulder before leaning over to grab his phone from the bedside table. As he glances at the screen, a sigh slips from his lips, his hand running through his hair in a familiar gesture that tells you exactly who’s calling. A knot forms in your stomach as you focus back on your phone, pretending to be preoccupied with the screen.
Clad only in his boxers, Yoongi gets up and quietly slips into the ensuite, shutting the door behind him. His voice is low, muffled by the walls, but you don’t try to listen. Instead, you lean over to his bedside table, searching for a charger amongst the clutter, but come up empty. After a quick check of the drawers and still finding nothing, you sigh.
Just as you’re about to get up and search the rest of the room, you glance back at your phone in your lap. The messages app is still open, and your heart stutters when you notice the read receipt on the last text you sent.
Read 7:37 AM.
Jungkook’s awake? Maybe he’s just in the bathroom and will reply soon. Or maybe you woke him up, and he was too tired to respond. Or maybe he’s mad at you for ditching him yesterday. Guilt twists in your chest, and you bite hard on your inner lip, knowing you’ve just earned yourself a spot in the Shitty Friend Hall of Fame after last night.
You're typing another message to Jungkook when the ensuite door opens. You glance up, only to find Yoongi stepping back into the room with a somber expression. His movements are slow, careful. Your stomach drops.
Suddenly, you’re all too aware of how underdressed you are. Your phone slips from your fingers into the blankets without a thought as you scramble back up to grab your shirt from the floor. Your throat feels scratchy, and you clear it awkwardly, desperate to fill the silence as you tug the fabric over your head. Yoongi watches your frantic movements and sighs as he reaches out to you, but you pull away, avoiding his touch.
His voice is strained. “Bug…”
God, you’re so fucking stupid. Of course, this was nothing to him. You were nothing but a momentary distraction, a warm body to offer comfort while he was hurting. Of course it takes one five-minute call from your beautiful best friend to have him regretting everything that happened between you.
Holy fuck. Jia.
She’s going to be furious. She's going to kill you. She’s going to hate you.
Panic rises in your chest, and your vision blurs as tears well up in your eyes. You stumble back slightly, grabbing for your jeans again, but your hands are shaking too much to pull them on. Yoongi steps closer, taking the jeans from your hands, his fingers brushing against your skin, warm and gentle.
And that’s when you break.
He pulls you into his arms as you lose it, sobbing uncontrollably, ugly and snotty. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. Jia and I… we’re gonna try to work on things… There’s just so much history, and we weren’t thinking clearly last night. I’m so—”
“No, I’m…” you choke out between hiccups, wrenching free from his arms, hurriedly wiping your eyes and nose. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. Oh my god, she’s going to hate me. What have I done? I-I—”
Your words falter as a wave of dizziness hits you, and your vision begins to blur at the edges. Your heart is pounding so loudly in your ears that it drowns out everything else. The tightness in your chest makes it hard to breathe, each breath becoming shallower, more frantic. “Yoong—”
The room is closing in on you, suffocating. The panic seizes your lungs, and even the minimal clothing you’re wearing feels too heavy, too much.
It’s been two years since your last episode and you'd almost forgotten how they felt like. But right now, but the feeling is all too fucking familiar.
Yoongi’s eyes widen in alarm. He’s saying your name, you think, but all you can hear is the deafening thud of your own heartbeat. Your hands tremble uncontrollably, and before you know it, you collapse to the floor, curling into yourself.
Head on your knees. Deep breaths. In and out. In and out. Just like your nurse taught you. Just like your best friend practiced with you for hours until you both experts in the method.
But it’s not working. It’s not fucking working.
“Y/N?” Yoongi’s voice rises in panic, his eyes wide and helpless. “Y/N, please. What’s happening? What do I do? I-I’m going to call an ambu—”
The door to Yoongi’s room slams open, hitting the wall with a thud at the force it was thrown open. Within seconds, Yoongi is shoved aside, and the warmth of strong arms wraps around you. You don’t even have to look up; you’d recognize his touch and scent anywhere. The most comforting, familiar presence in your life surrounds you, and while it barely steadies your racing pulse, it feels like everything.
Your body shudders with a fresh wave of tears as Jungkook pulls you into him, his arms cradling you while he gently rocks you back and forth. His lips press softly against the top of your head. “‘S’ok, bug,” he murmurs, his voice a soothing balm. “Just focus on your breathing. In and out, remember? I’m here. I’m with you. We’re here together. We’re okay.”
“Kook…” Yoongi’s strained voice cuts through, watching helplessly as you cling desperately to Jungkook’s shirt. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know what to—”
“Yoongi,” Jungkook interrupts, his voice low, firm, almost dangerous as he speaks without taking his eyes off of you. “When she’s okay, we’re going to leave.”
Yoongi immediately agrees, his expression growing more concerned as he watches you fall apart in Jungkook’s arms, “Y-yeah-uh, yeah, I can drive you guys if—”
“If you or Jia ever drag her into your fucked-up situation again,” Jungkook finally lifts his gaze from you, staring coldly into Yoongi’s eyes as he continues, “you will both regret it.”
You’re slowly regaining control, your breathing evening out, but you’re still too drained to form words. You want to tell Jungkook that it’s not Yoongi’s fault. That you were just as much to blame. That you made this mess, too. But the words won’t come. You’re too spent, too weak to defend him.
Jungkook watches as you struggle to speak, your breath still uneven but slowly regulating. His focus is entirely on you, not caring about whatever unreadable expression Yoongi is wearing. Anger, regret—whatever the fuck, Jungkook couldn’t care less. All that matters to him is that your sobs have finally stopped and your breathing is settling.
You’re still trying to speak, no doubt in an attempt to defend your other best friend. The other best friend who’s standing a foot away from you looking like he was going to have a panic attack. Fucking pathetic, Jungkook thinks.
His gaze softens as he brushes his thumbs gently across your cheeks, wiping away the lingering tears. You pull back slightly, clearing your throat to try and gather your strength.
He raises an eyebrow in disapproval, silently telling you to stop straining yourself, but he lets it slide without comment. Your hand hastily moves to wipe your nose, your chest tightening in embarrassment by the state you’re in.
Jungkook moves your hand away, lifting the bottom of his t-shirt to gently wipe under your nose, the way someone would for a baby when they couldn't blow their own.
A raspy laugh escapes your lips before you can stop it and Jungkook’s lips quirk up at the sound, a little weight lifting from his heart as he finally sees you smile. He finishes wiping your face and lets the t-shirt fall back down, his hands resting on yours where they’ve settled on his leg.
“First one in a while,” he murmurs softly, still ignoring Yoongi’s presence across the room, allowing you to play absentmindedly with his hand.
“Yeah,” you nod, sniffing one last time. “Thought they were gone… Thank you for helping m—” Your voice falters, confusion clouding your expression as you look up at him. “Wait, how are you here? Where did you—when did you—”
“He slept here. On the couch.”
Yoongi’s voice interrupts, and your gaze snaps to him, brows knitting further in confusion. What? He knew Jungkook was here? And didn’t tell you? “Wha—”
“Saw him when I went to grab water in the middle of the night,” Yoongi adds, resting casually against his dresser.
Annoyance flickers inside you, and you don’t even know why. Maybe it’s the fact that Yoongi didn’t tell you Jungkook was sleeping out there, alone on the couch. Or maybe it’s the sudden wave of nausea rising in your throat at the realization that Jungkook might have heard everything.
“You ready to go?” Jungkook’s gentle voice pulls you back to the present, his thumb grazing over your knuckles. He leans forward and grabs your jeans from the floor, handing them to you without a word. You give a quick nod, accepting them and walking to the ensuite to put them on.
A few minutes later, you emerge from the bathroom, looking a little more put together. Your face is rinsed, and your hair is tied back into a ponytail, but the redness around your eyes remains, making Jungkook’s stomach churn. He doesn’t say anything, just watches you cross the room silently.
You step forward, hugging Yoongi tightly, your voice small. “I’m really sorry, Yoongi. I just—”
“Don’t,” Yoongi cuts you off, shaking his head. “You don’t need to apologize, bug.”
Jungkook, who had been waiting near the doorway, catches the end of your conversation. His jaw clenches when he hears Yoongi say, “I won’t mention anything to Jia.”
You nod, assuming he means that he’ll let you break the news to her yourself. “Thanks, Yoongi. I’ll come see her later toni—”
“No, bug.” Yoongi interrupts again, his tone a little firmer this time. “I won’t say anything at all...”
You blink, confused. Your brows knit together as you search his face, trying to understand. He wanted to keep this a secret? From Jia, one of your best friends? The woman he’s in love with?
When it seems like you can’t find the words to say, Jungkook approaches quietly, your sandals in hand, nudging them toward you. You break your gaze from Yoongi to slip into them, but your eyes flick back to him, silently begging for more explanation. He offers none.
Jungkook stands close and quietly behind you, waiting for you to finish up, and he hopes you do it soon because he really doesn’t want to be in this house anymore. You finally avert your gaze from Yoongi, still confused and dazed, but suddenly desperate to leave. Jungkook reads the look instantly, repressing back what he really wants to say to Yoongi for the sake of your presence, slipping his hand into yours before leading you out of the apartment.
“Damn it,” Jungkook mutters, clicking his tongue in frustration, the sound echoing in the roomy cabin of his Jeep.
You glance over at him after fiddling with the knob of his car heater, noting his annoyed features. “Hm? You okay?”
“We left our drinks there.” A borderline adorable pout coats his lips as he sighs, and despite the heaviness in your chest, you can’t help but smile.
“It’s okay.” You shrug, looking down at your lap. “Don’t want them anymore.”
Jungkook glances at you, and the moment his eyes catch your expression, his heart twists. He wants to cup your face in his hands, massage your frown away, and tell you everything will be fine. But at the same time, all he can think about is driving back to Yoongi’s apartment after he drops you off at home and beating the ever-loving shit out of him.
He’s so fucking angry.
Angry at how Yoongi would claim such a priceless fucking gift from the sweetest fucking girl and leave her hurt in the process. Angry at how he knows you’re blaming yourself for everything that happened last night when he would bet every cent to his name that you have nothing to be truly sorry for. Angry at the thought of how Jia will react, and how devastated you’re going to be. He knows Jia’s history well enough to predict that she will somehow make this all your fault.
Jungkook's grip on the steering wheel tightens, his knuckles turning white as he takes a shaky breath. “It’s not your fault, bug,” he says as softly as he can in his vexed state.
Your eyes fill with tears again, and a sad laugh escapes you. “Of course it is.”
Jungkook shakes his head, his jaw tightening as he signals right and pulls over to the side of the road. As soon as the engine cuts off, his hand finds yours, and he turns to face you. “Bug—”
“I told him, you know,” you sniffle through a short chuckle, cringing at what a shit-show this whole ordeal is. “I told him I loved him. And-and he said he loved me too.”
Jungkook’s heart stops. “He what?” He doesn’t know if you heard his words; he barely heard them himself. But when you purse your lips and nod sarcastically, he knows that you did.
“Yup. Said that I’m pretty and sweet and funny and that anyone would be lucky to have me.” You scoff bitterfly, using the hand not in the grasp of Jungkook’s to wipe your tears. “Apparently not anyone because he clearly didn’t want me. God, I’m so pathetic. This is all just so pathetic.”
You finish wiping your face and dry your hand on your jeans, your thumb gently rubbing over Jungkook’s knuckles. “Sorry, Gukkie,” you croak, sensing the way he tensed up and went quiet, probably due to all of your whining. “I’m done, promise. No more crying.”
Jungkook remains still, his brows furrowed as his gaze is fixed on nothing in particular, lost in thought. “Gukkie?” you ask softly, nudging his hand with your finger to snap him out of it. Nothing.
You squint at him playfully, deciding to poke his cheek this time. It works, though the reaction is faint—a tiny twitch at the corner of his mouth, but you catch it.
Your head tilts as you move your finger from his cheek down to his lips, ready to poke again, but your focus wavers. His lips. They’re so pink. So plump. So pretty.
“You are the furthest thing from pathetic, bug.” His voice is soft, drawing your attention back to his words, but your eyes remain on his lips. You smile at the way they shape each letter, his slight lisp curling around certain syllables.
A quiet sigh leaves you, and your hand drops to the buckle of his seatbelt, releasing it with a click. You unfasten your own as well before leaning over the center console. Jungkook’s hands move instinctively, helping guide you as you crawl into his lap, melting into his embrace.
He wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer and making sure you’re comfortable in his lap. One hand plays gently with your ponytail while the other traces soothing circles on your back. You bury your face in the curve of his neck, inhaling his familiar scent—a blend of his cologne that defied the night and the comforting aroma of soft linen that always reminds you of him.
“Don’t deserve you,” you mumble, your breath tickling his skin. His muscles relax instantly, his body turning to mush under your weight.
Cuddling like this isn’t anything new for the two of you. It’s become your go-to after a rough day at work, or at uni. Whenever you meet him at his car after class, you more often than not end up in this exact position.
Jungkook remembers that one time a classmate walked past and saw you in his lap, assuming you were doing more than just seeking comfort from your best friend. You got so embarrassed that you stopped cuddling him in his car for a while. Jungkook hadn’t cared at all, but he realized it really bothered you. So, maybe he booked his Jeep in for window tinting that night.
But even though this is routine, it doesn’t stop Jungkook from from turning into a lovesick puppy when you do end up snuggling him. Because he does. Every single time.
“If anyone deserves me, it’s you, bug,” he responds quietly.
Your hand strokes through his tousled hair, your fingers occasionally scratching his scalp the way he likes, and Jungkook has to bite back a pathetic whine. The way you hold him, the way your nose brushes against his neck, it’s too much and not enough at the same time. “I love you, Gukkie. I’m sorry for being such a bad friend.”
“I love you too, bug,” he replies easily, tugging your shirt down as it rides up when you snuggle deeper into him. “But if you say one more untrue, negative thing about yourself, you’re walking to uni tomorrow.” The half-hearted threat is followed by a gentle nudge of his head.
You pull back slightly, observing him quietly. His eyes are closed, his head resting peacefully against the seat. He looks so content, so at ease, and you wish he could stay like this forever.
Jungkook senses your gaze and squints his eyes open, a single brow raising in question. He adjusts your ponytail with a soft touch, waiting for you to say something. But you just shake your head and give him a sweet smile before climbing off his lap and settling back into your seat.
“Can we go watch that anime with the girl you said reminds you of me?”
It’s been eight days since that night. Yoongi and Jia have reunited like nothing ever happened, and it’s driving you fucking crazy. He still hasn’t told her.
You’ve seen them at university during the weekdays since then, and everything is normal. Jia has been normal, Yoongi has been normal. It’s like nothing ever happened.
Three days ago, at the peak of your anxiety from keeping the secret, you caved.
The second you got home, you collapsed onto your bed, phone gripped tightly in your shaky hands. After six long rings, Yoongi finally picked up.
“Hey, Y/N—”
“I feel fucking sick, Yoongi. Please tell her. The longer we wait, the worse it’s going to be. This isn’t okay.”
Yoongi’s sigh came low through the receiver, already giving you that sinking feeling in your chest. He's not going to tell her.
“She doesn’t need to know. It doesn’t concern her. It was just a simple mistake, and we weren’t even together at the time, bug. It's fine.”
It was just a simple mistake.
If you didn’t already feel pathetic, you sure as hell do now.
Maybe he’s right. Maybe she doesn’t need to know.
You’ve tried convincing yourself of that ever since your phone call. But deep down, you know that if the situation were reversed, you’d want to know.
Not that you ever would be, because Jia would never do something as horrible as this to you.
Over the past week, three things have been haunting you: hurting Jia, being a shitty friend, and not feeling as heartbroken as you thought you would be when, in the span of twelve hours, Yoongi:
Told you he loved you (nice).
Slept with you (nice).
Said he was getting back with his ex-girlfriend (not so nice).
You’ve been in love with Yoongi for your entire adult life and so much of your childhood that you can’t even pinpoint when it all truly started.
When you think of Min Yoongi, you think of that warm, fuzzy feeling that swirls in your chest whenever someone you like walks into a room. The excitement of scanning the crowd at a party, hoping to catch a glimpse of their figure. That extra spark of joy when it was your joke that made them laugh.
Or, at least, that’s what you used to think.
Now when you think of Min Yoongi, you think of a friend. Someone you care about. Someone you appreciate. Someone you love… but aren’t in love with.
The events of last Friday night might very well be the reason for the sudden, drastic change in your heart. Maybe you’ve finally developed enough self-respect to stop chasing after someone who clearly doesn’t want you in that way.
You ignore the voice in the back of your mind that snarkily whispers, “Yeah, just… like… ten years late, honey.”
But, still. You aren’t 100% sure. And it’s driving you fucking mad.
Sure, you could just chalk it up to you being so hurt that the pain, you don’t know, numbed itself out?
But that wouldn’t be honest.
You know yourself. You’re an over-planner, an overthinker, and maybe (most definitely) an overreactor.
Over the years, you’d curated a long, arduous list of ways you thought you’d handle Yoongi’s rejection when the time inevitably came, hoping to better prepare yourself for it.
But not caring? Yeah, that wasn’t on the list. It wasn’t even in the fucking notebook.
You aren’t going to say that you’re unhappy about not being a weepy ball of tears and snot for an entire month, (which was on the list—quite high on it, in fact) but you just can’t help but be completely puzzled.
This isn’t you. You don’t… not care.
If there’s one thing you’ve always done, it’s care.
So, you can’t, for the life of you, figure out why you don’t.
"Caramel coffee frappé for Jeon Jung—huh?" you pause mid-callout, glancing up as the name on the cup registers in your brain. Your eyes land on your best friend, standing close on the other side of the pick-up counter.
"Hi, bug." Jungkook smiles softly, his hand already reaching for the drink that’s frozen in midair as you blink at him in surprise.
"Hi, Gukkie," you grin, the surprise melting into delight as you grab a paper straw from beside you and unwrap it for him. "What are you doing here? I don’t finish until four."
He shrugs, taking the straw from your outstretched hand and popping it into the cup. "Bored at home," he says, taking a long sip. "Thought I’d come early and—mmm, shit, bug, this is nice."
Your eyes crinkle in satisfaction as you watch him down almost a quarter of the frappé in one go. "I told you it’s the best drink we have," you nod knowingly, before a small frown starts to form. "But it’s not your usual, so I didn’t know it was yours… Should’ve told me you were here so I could’ve added my discount, Gukkie."
Jungkook just keeps drinking, hoping the brain freeze would distract him from the urge to reach across the counter and wipe the pretty little pout from your lips. "They gave it to me anyway," he mumbles around the straw. "Didn’t even ask."
And he wouldn’t have. Jungkook has money—and plenty of it. More than he’ll ever actually need. But it’s mostly blood money from his guilty father, which he has no problem in taking it without so much as a thank you. You know all this, yet you still badger him to use your 25% staff discount whenever he visits you at work. Cute.
You smile at that, glancing over at the register where Bella’s back from her break. She knows Jungkook’s with you, so it must’ve been her who added the discount. "Good. I’m glad," you hum, leaning against the counter, chin resting on your hand as you look at him. "What are you going to do? It’s only two-thirty."
Jungkook grabs a complimentary caramel drizzle bottle, aiming it over his cup. He probably doesn’t mean to be so rough—it’s just that he’s naturally strong—and you watch as nearly half the bottle spurts into his drink with one squeeze. “I’ll just hang out here until you’re done. Got any breaks left?”
You laugh, reaching over and grabbing the bottle from him. "You’re gonna get a stomachache, Gukkie." Shaking your head, you roll your eyes. "But yeah. One left. I’ll take it now?"
Jungkook scoops up some of the caramel with his straw, a slight smirk on his lips as he shoves it in his mouth. "Okay," he nods, gesturing toward the door with his head. "Come out for a smoke?"
The cool breeze is a gorgeous contrast to the warm, stuffy air behind the coffee bar as you burst through the door of the campus café. Jungkook holds it open for you, and as your shoe hits the pavement, you instinctively grab his hand, pulling him along with you.
It’s only another twenty seconds before you reach the secluded smoker’s spot near the outdoor stock corral. Leaning against the wall, you plop to the ground and giggle when Jungkook pretends to get yanked down with you, falling beside you with exaggerated force.
You shift into a criss-cross legged position, letting go of his hand so he can dig his lighter from his hoodie pocket. His shoulder becomes your makeshift pillow as you curl your right arm with his left, watching as he sparks the cigarette that dangles from his lips. Once the cherry glows red, he shoves the lighter away and rests his hand gently on your knee.
“How’s your shift going?” Jungkook asks, smoke curling from his mouth as he tilts his head away from you to blow it out of your direction.
“Good, it’s kinda quiet today,” you hum softly, eyes drifting shut. The mix of tobacco and Hermès cologne definitely shouldn’t make you feel so peaceful. But on him, it does.
“Good.” He nods, his gaze raking over you properly now that you’ve shrugged off your apron. Light-washed jeans, a little white singlet, black cotton cardi. He takes a deep drag of the cigarette, letting the smoke linger in his lungs before he comments, “Look so pretty today, bug.”
Your eyes flutter open as you blink up at him, beaming. “Really?”
He nods, holding the cigarette away with his right hand as he reaches over to tug gently at the cardigan with his left. “This new? S’nice.”
"It is," you nod happily, leaning back and twisting a little to show it off to him. He bites back a smile. “Just came yesterday. It's from my online Polly order. Remember?”
“Mhm,” he says, slipping an arm around you as you settle back into his side. A comfy silence stretches until you break it.
“Don’t wanna go to Yoongi and Jia’s tonight,” you murmur, your voice low, strained. The calm on your face shifts into something more pained, and Jungkook doesn't like that.
“Then we won’t,” he responds easily, tilting his chin up to exhale the smoke away from your face. “Movie night?”
You let out a sad sigh, head tilting up in time to catch the way the muscle in his jaw moves as he exhales. “Already canceled yesterday. If we do it again today, Jia will know something’s up.”
“So?” Jungkook turns to you, tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek as he looks down at your glossy eyes. “I’ll call them. Tell them I’m sick and you need to take care of me or something,” he shrugs, flicking the ash off the cigarette.
“You think that’ll work?” You speak with a slight muffle as your cheek presses against his bicep.
“Don’t care if it doesn’t,” he replies honestly, a soft smile tugging at his lips as he watches you melt further into his hold.
You shake your head, amused, the motion shifting against his arm. “They’re our best friends, Gukkie—”
“You’re my best friend,” he cuts you off simply, finishing the cigarette and tossing the stub into the makeshift ashtray nearby.
Your eyebrows scrunch at his stubbornness. “And you’re mine.” You roll your eyes, trying to keep the smile pulling at your lips under control. “But you know what I mean…”
Jungkook sniffs, the chill finally settling in now that the cigarette's heat is gone. “Yeah, I know, bug. But you shouldn’t have to feel like this about going over there. Yoongi put you in an awkward fucking position, even if he doesn’t think so.”
You sigh again. “I feel like I’m overreacting about all of this. He says she doesn’t need to know, and maybe—”
“Such a pussy,” Jungkook mutters, annoyance evident as his thumb continues rubbing slow circles on your knee.
You snort at his bluntness, leaning into his arm. “I won’t say anything as long as he doesn’t want me to. But I can’t face her. Not outside of school. If I do, I might just word vomit everything the second I see her.”
Jungkook rests his head against yours, crooning. “Yeah, you do word vomit a lot.”
You close your eyes through a snicker, squeezing his arm teasingly. “Hm, thanks, Gukkie.”
A few quiet moments pass. Jungkook nudges his nose gently against the top of your head, his voice low when he speaks again. “You know you’re not ‘overreacting’ at all, right? Yoongi is a piece of shit for what he did. And even someone like Jia deserves the whole truth.”
You ignore his jab at Jia, having tried—and failed—many times to convince him that she’s actually a good person. “You keep acting like Yoongi did this all by himself, Gukkie. I’m just as guilty as he is.”
Jungkook scoffs, shaking his head. “Not really.”
“Yes, really,” you insist, poking his side gently. “It was completely consensual—”
“I’m not just talking about the sex, bug,” Jungkook swallows hard, more than unenthusiastic about delving into the specifics of your night with Yoongi. One run-through was enough—and even then, he barely held back the contents of his stomach.
“It’s everything else. Before and after. Telling you he loved you like it was some obligation when you admitted your feelings? Dropping the news about getting back with Jia how he did? You’d been awake for five fucking minutes, bug. You were naked and vulnerable in his fucking bed.”
Jungkook pauses roughly to regain his composure, and you instinctively move closer, feeling his anger on your behalf. You’re about to tell him he’s right, that you understand, but he isn’t done.
“And then for him to not even give his girlfriend the bare fucking minimum of being able to make an informed decision about their relationship? Fucking coward. What if she doesn’t want to stay with him after finding out? He’ll have already taken months of her life from her. Yoongi is prolonging the pain for everyone involved. And I don’t know how long he intends to keep this shit going, but if Jia catches on, and she takes it out on you? Bug, I’ll fucking kill him—”
“Gukkie,” you gently interrupt, shifting your arms from around his bicep to wrap around his waist instead.
As you hug him close, your legs shift to tangle with his because you know he likes the contact. His rigid muscles gradually begin to ease, and you settle against him with a soft sigh. “I’m so sorry, Gukkie. I should’ve thought about what this might bring up for you.”
Although not an exact replica, the situation had similarities to what Jungkook witnessed in his childhood; his father being an unfaithful piece of shit to his mom.
It began with small actions like working late, claiming extra shifts on weekends... withholding the whole truth from his partner.
Jungkook’s mom, an amaing woman and a second to your own, stayed in the marriage for as long as she could—for Jungkook and his older brother, Jisung. But eventually, she realized leaving was the best thing she could do for them.
You were in your early teens when the Jeons temporarily moved in with your family until his parents settled their divorce and his mom found a new place for them to go.
Jungkook’s father, a powerful and successful proprietor, was his role model during his entire childhood, and when he lost that bond, it broke him.
Even though some of your best memories together came from that period—sleepovers, movie marathons, him teaching you how to sing—you knew the divorce had a greater impact on Jungkook than he liked to let on.
However, he still likes to joke darkly that if he could relive those days with you, he’d go through the divorce all over again without hesitation. That always results in a wack in the arm from you.
Jungkook shakes his head and his lips part, no doubt to tell you not to apologize, you butt in again. “You’re right, Gukkie. What Yoongi did, what he’s doing, it’s wrong.” His hand moves from your knees to curl around your shoulder, pulling you closer to his chest.
“Okay, this won’t just go away. Jia deserves to know.” You glance up at him to find his eyes already on you. “Tonight?”
Jungkook’s gaze softens. He nods, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of your head, careful not to disturb your tidy bun. As you trace slow circles on his waist with your fingertips, he pulls out his phone and shows you the time—2:58pm. You gasp, scrambling to your feet.
Jungkook laughs, standing up and letting you drag him back toward the café, ready to take the blame from your shift manager, Jimin, for you being back fifteen minutes late. Park Jimin loves him, after all.
“Bug! Kookie!” Jia’s excited voice rings out from the room she shares with Yoongi as you and Jungkook step into the oh-so-familiar apartment.
Yoongi closes the door quietly behind you both, the hug he usually greets you with noticeably absent. Instead, he reaches out to clasp Jungkook’s hand in a brief bro-shake, which Jungkook returns half-heartedly, before Yoongi heads straight for the kitchen.
Jungkook watches Yoongi’s retreat with a slight furrow in his brow, his jaw tightening as he registers Yoongi’s failure to acknowledge you at all. When he looks over to you, you just shrug, not as bothered by his childish antics as you thought you would be.
After your shift ended, Jungkook drove you back to your place to grab a change of clothes. Then, you headed to his apartment so you could use his shower—the one with the best fucking water pressure ever.
Your lease is up at the end of the year, and then you'll finally be moving into Jungkook's place.
Living on your own for senior year seemed like a good idea when you decided to move out of the dorms, but that novelty wore off real fucking fast. Being away from Jungkook was not ideal and you hated not being able to see him whenever you wanted. His dorm wasn’t too far, but it was still on the other side of campus, and overnight visits to dorms of the opposite gender were prohibited.
Jungkook didn’t care, of course—he snuck over anyway, stacking up a few too many strikes from student monitors and professors who caught him.
So, when you moved from the dorms into a your cute little flat, Jungkook did the same, finding one just a few minutes away. There were no free spaces at your building for him to take, so he told you to move into his instead—that plenty of apartments were available. But when you saw the rent price, you just laughed. You knew he had every intention of covering it anyway, but you couldn't do that to him, no matter how much you wanted to live together.
That’s why you’ve been working more lately. Shifts at the campus café during the week and extra hours at Seoul Cinema on weekends. With what you’ve saved, plus a little help from your mom, you’ll soon be moving in with your best friend and gaining 24/7 access to him and that gorgeous fucking shower.
Earlier, when you were about to step into the bathroom, you called Jia to confirm what time she wanted you guys over. That’s when she casually revealed that the plan for tonight had changed—that everyone was heading to Joonie’s, your friend group’s favorite club, instead.
Panic flared in your chest and you almost blurted everything to her right there on the phone. Sensing it, Jungkook took the phone from your hand, calmly telling Jia that you’d be there at nine before hanging up.
You poked at him for ending the call without letting her respond, but deep down, you were relieved. You knew you had to tell her everything in person. If not for the respect of your thirteen-year-long friendship, but because doing it over the phone just felt so cowardly.
You know telling her tonight, before you all head out to drink, is risky. She could blow up, scream, and tell you to fuck off—which you’re fully expecting—but at least it’ll be in the privacy of her own home.
So now, here you are, standing awkwardly in the apartment that’s haunted your dreams for the past eight straight nights. Gone are your comfy pants and Jungkook’s warm hoodie. Instead, you’re squeezed into a black mini-skirt and a tight little top, wishing you were anywhere else in the world.
Deflated, you let Jungkook take the bottle of tequila from your arms as you make your way toward the room where Jia's still getting ready. The door is slightly ajar, and you give it a gentle knock.
“Ji?” Your voice comes out quieter than you intended, so you clear your throat and take a cautious step inside when she tells you to come in. As soon as you catch sight of your beautiful best friend, a smile automatically paints your lips.
Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry.
“Buggy!” Jia grins, snapping the cap onto her eyeliner before tossing it aside and striding over to you. When the long-legged girl extends her arms for a hug, you embrace her tightly.
“Hey, Ji. You look so good."
“You too, babe. You wore red like I asked! God, we look so hot matching.” Jia smirks as she pulls away, letting her eyes roam over your outfit before tilting her head in thought.
You swallow, waiting patiently for her assessment. Usually, she finds one or two minor things that could be improved for your clubbing outfits, and you pray she doesn’t find anything, because it’s a thirty-minute drive back to your place to make the adjustments.
Not that you think that tonight's plans will still go ahead after what you’re about to say.
To your surprise and relief, she nods in approval before turning back to her floor-length mirror. Jack Harlow plays lowly from her phone that rests on her dresser, and she hums along to it, fixing a few pieces of hair that have fallen out of place.
When you’re quiet for a long moment, something usually very out of the ordinary for you, Jia catches your eye in the mirror and her head tilts. “What’s wrong?”
You swallow. Your mouth opens. Then closes.
Jia’s brows knit together as she turns away from the mirror to face you directly. “What is it, bug? Is it Yoongi?”
Your heart plummets. “Wh-what?”
“He told me you stayed over last Friday? After Kookie took me to my mom’s?” Jia continues, her tone curious but confused. “Said you thought you could handle his whiskey, and he didn’t want to leave you on the couch, so you slept in our room. I almost didn’t believe it…”
“I—” you stammer.
“As if you’d ever willingly touch that disgusting whiskey he drinks. You can barely handle soju.” Jia chuckles.
“HAH! Yeah, you know me! Can’t handle my hard liquor… Would-would put me right on my ass!”
Jia’s amused squint deepens as she eyes you closely. “You’re acting weird.” She tilts her head with a teasing smile. “Did you have one of Kookie’s special cigarettes again? Because you know those are—”
“Jia.” Fuck. Word vomit. It’s happening. “I need to—”
“Change those shoes? I know, I was going to say something before, but you looked kinda sad… Hold on, I’ll—”
“No, Jia. I have to tell—”
The bedroom door swings open before you can finish. The words die in your throat as you whip your head toward the entrance. Tears well in your eyes as you turn to see who it is. Out of the two most likely options it could’ve been, unfortunately, it is not the one you hoped it was.
Yoongi stands in the doorway, his expression unreadable as his gaze flickers between you and Jia. The tension in the room rises dramatically, but Jia remains unfazed.
“Jagi,” Jia greets him with a bright, oblivious smile. “Just telling buggy how cute she looks in red. Doesn’t she look amazing?”
Yoongi nods at Jia, but his eyes are locked on you. There’s guilt swimming in his gaze, but it’s overpowered by something stronger. Desperation.
Earlier today, after talking to Jia, you called Yoongi to confess that you couldn’t keep it hidden anymore. That you were going to tell her tonight.
His reaction was beyond unhappy. After five minutes of him practically begging you to keep quiet, he abruptly ended the call when he realized you wouldn’t change your mind.
“Jagiya, can I borrow Y/N for a sec—”
“No.” The words leave your lips so firmly that you’re almost surprised.
Behind Yoongi, you catch sight of Jungkook’s approaching figure. His head tilts slightly—his nonverbal way of asking if you’re okay in situations where you guys can’t speak. Ignoring Yoongi’s dejected look, you give Jungkook a small nod before turning back to Jia.
“What’s going on?” Jia’s eyes dart between you and Yoongi. “Why are you both acting so weird?”
“I’m so sorry, Jia—” You begin, your voice shaking.
“Y/N,” Yoongi pleads, but you refuse to look at him.
“Yoongi, just give them some space, man—”
“Don’t tell me what to fucking do, Kook,” Yoongi spits back, taking a further step into the bedroom.
Your brows furrow as your head snaps toward Yoongi. “Don’t talk to him like that. I’m telling her—”
“Tell me what?” Jia huffs as she steps forward, and soon the couple are both staring at you with two very different strands of frustrated expressions.
Your heart pounds at both the lack of distance and the looks you’re receiving, but you push through. You can do this. “Ji, on Friday—”
“Jagiya, wait, don’t liste—”
Jungkook’s scoff cuts Yoongi off, and you can see both men getting more and more heated by the second. He doesn’t take his eyes off Yoongi when he speaks to you. “Bug, take Jia into the living room. I need to talk to Yoongi.”
Yoongi turns to glare at Jungkook. “Stay the fuck out of this, Jeongguk.”
“Or what?” Jungkook’s reply is immediate, his brows raising as if he genuinely wanted to know the answer.
“Y/N, just spit it out. What are you saying?” Jia demands, her voice rising with frustration.
“I—”
“Don’t, Y/N,” Yoongi warns, stepping forward, but Jungkook stops him.
“Stop fucking walking closer to her, Yoongi—”
“You have no fucking right, Y/N—”
“Y/N, just tell me—”
“No, Jagi, stop—”
“Yoongi, fuck off! Just let her tell me—”
“I slept with him.”
All the noise in the room dies out at your words. Jungkook is standing beside you now, his arm brushing lightly against yours, but you can barely feel it. All you can feel is Jia’s eyes on you, her expression completely unreadable.
Tears well up in your eyes, but you refuse to let them fall. “I slept with Yoongi when Jeongguk was taking you to your mom’s. Jia, you need to know how fucking sorry I am. I wasn’t thinking straight, and-and it just happened—”
“It just happened?” Jia’s voice cuts through your apology with a pitying laugh. Her eyes never leave yours, not even to glance at her boyfriend, who’s running his hand through his hair roughly, his eyes red-rimmed. For someone who said it was so unimportant and didn’t matter, he sure isn’t acting like it.
“No, I—no. It didn’t just happen. I did it. And I can’t explain how fucking sorry I am—”
“Yeah, you said that already,” Jia interrupts, her tone dismissive. Her gaze rakes over your body as though she’s bored.
You stand there, struggling to find the right words. “I know I broke your trust, Jia, and I’m so s—”
“If you say you’re sorry one more time, bug…” Jia rolls her eyes, brushing her hair back over her shoulder before turning to check her reflection in the mirror.
Your mouth snaps shut.
Where’s the screaming? Where’s the kicking you out of her apartment? Where’s the—
“Who initiated it?” Jia’s tone is uninterested as she runs a finger gently around the edge of her slightly smudged lip liner.
You glance at Yoongi, but his eyes are glued to the floor. “I don’t remember,” you admit quietly. The moment was a blur—his confession had thrown you off balance. It could’ve been him, but maybe it was you.
Jia gives you a skeptical look through the mirror, as if she doesn’t believe you, but then she turns to Yoongi. “Who initiated it, Jagi?”
As Yoongi hesitates, you feel Jungkook’s eyes on you again. You glance up at him, the boy who had been seething with anger just minutes ago, only to find him looking at you in concern. Blinking away the tears, you reach out to brush the back of his hand with your pinky finger.
“I did, Jagiya. I’m sorry. I was hurt that you left me, and I needed to forget,” Yoongi finally says.
His explanation seems to bring some relief to Jia’s face, and you brace yourself for the inevitable ache in your chest at his words. But it doesn’t come. If anything, Jungkook is more affected by what he had to say, judging by the way his jaw tightens and his hand clenches into a fist beneath your pinky.
“Okay,” Jia nods at Yoongi before reaching for her clutch on the dresser. As she casually tucks her phone and keys inside, you glance over at Jungkook, your confusion evident, but the look he returns is calm—like he expected this.
With a roll of her eyes, Jia glances back at the three of you. “Did you bring the tequila like I asked?”
When her eyes meet yours, you nod instinctively, trying your best to mask your unease. “Yes. It’s, um, in the kitchen. Jia, is everything—”
“We weren’t together, Y/N. It’s not like you’re still fucking… are you?”
“No.” You choke instantly, almost shuddering at the thought.
“Okay, then. Let’s start pres and then go.” With that, Jia walks out of the room, leaving you standing there, completely dumbfounded.
This isn’t what you were expecting.
You’ve never experienced Jia’s anger firsthand, but you’ve witnessed it many times before, and this is the last reaction you could’ve ever expected.
Maybe she’s in shock, and it’ll come ot later. Or maybe… maybe she really doesn’t think it’s a big deal? She’s so incredible like that, so understanding.
The room stays quiet as Jungkook remains rooted beside you. Yoongi lets out a short sniffle before trailing after Jia without glancing at either of you. The door slams shut behind him, leaving you and Jungkook alone in his bedroom.
As soon as Yoongi’s gone, Jungkook turns to face you, the warmth of his body washing a sense of comfort over you that you don’t deserve in the slightest.
“Are you alright, bug?” he asks carefully, his hand lifting to adjust the strap of your top that had shifted slightly across your shoulder.
“Of course I’m okay. I just… I don’t understand, she’s not even mad at me—”
“Good. She shouldn’t be—”
“What? Yes, she should, Jeongguk.” His brows furrow. “Please, stop acting like I did nothing wrong—”
“You think I didn’t notice how you took all the blame when you were telling her?”
“It doesn’t matter how it came off, Jeongguk.” His expression tenses further. “It doesn’t matter how I sugar coat it. The fact is, we messed up. And she’s so fucking nice that she didn’t even—”
“Nice?” He almost scoffs, his lips twisting into a wry smile. “Bug, did you really not see that response for what it truly was? Come on…”
“What are you talking about?” You try to keep your voice down despite the door being closed and a random Drake song pounding through the walls. “You saw the same thing I did! She barely even said anything—”
“Exactly. She barely said anything. We’ve known her for how many years? And when has Seong Jia ever not said something? Think about it, bug. She’s going to hold onto this and use it against you—”
“Why do you always think the worst? Why do you think so poorly of her—”
“Because I see the way she fucking treats you, Y/N!” Jungkook takes a step back, his voice rising as frustration pulses through him. “Even if you don’t see it, I see it.”
Your eyes well up with tears, and you blink rapidly, trying to keep them at bay. In the fifteen years you’ve known Jungkook, you’ve only had two heated arguments—this being the third. And, though you push the thought aside, you can’t ignore that all three fights were about Jia.
“This—this blind loyalty you have for me is flattering,” you mutter bitterly through your tears, “but you’re wrong. She’s a good friend.”
“Blind loyalty?” He forces a laugh, incredulous. “The only thing blind is you for not being able to tell when someone’s treating you like shit!”
“Yeah?” you scoff.
“Yeah.” He nods mockingly, taking a step closer. “You think you haven’t earned my fucking loyalty?”
“Oh, I know I have.” You cross your arms defensively. “If I’ve earned anything, it’s your fucking loyalty! But you need to acknowledge that I can make mistakes too—”
“I do acknowledge when you make mistakes.”
“No, you don’t, Jeongguk!” Your hands fly out in a frustrated gesture as he closes the distance between you even more. “You didn’t when I overfed your goldfish and it died from bloating! You didn’t when I signed up for that People Magazine free trial using your card, and you got charged for an entire year! And now you’re doing it again—”
“That shit doesn’t matter, bug!”
“You’re saying this doesn’t matter?”
“No, it doesn’t.”
“How could it possibly not matter—”
“Because I know what it feels like to be so in love with somebody that it consumes you.”
Your mouth snaps shut. As Jungkook continues, his gaze remains fixed on you, but his eyes are distant. “That any sign of that feeling truly being reciprocated would make you do unspeakable fucking things.”
The frustration coursing through your veins fizzles out, replaced by a sudden, painful wave of pure jeal—confusion.
“What?” It comes out as a whisper.
Jungkook doesn’t answer, his eyes just continuing to trace the lines of your face.
“You love somebody?” The bitterness in your tone is obvious, but you don’t can't stop. “We tell each other everything… and you didn’t care to tell me that you’re in love with someone?”
His silence is so unsettling that it prompts a painful laugh from you. “Oh, okay.” You give a sharp nod, “if that’s how you want to be. Fine. I’ll just start keeping fucking secrets from you too, then.”
The lack of response from him only fuels the fire inside you, and before you can stop yourself, the words keep pouring out. “Why aren’t you saying anything? Why wouldn’t you tell me? Is it someone from uni? What the fuck, Jeongguk—”
“It’s nobody you know.”
“I—” You stare at him, your eyes wide, disbelief flooding your system as your arms drop to your sides. “I know everyone you know!”
This time, you don’t even try to stop the tears that are building behind your lashes from spilling over. But the fiery, sour feeling burning a hole in your gut is too strong, too raw, and you’re not ready to acknowledge what it might mean.
“If you don’t want to tell me, fine. But don’t lie to me.” Your voice trembles at the end as you lift a shaky hand to wipe under your nose, choking back a sob as tears slip into your breath.
Jungkook’s expression softens as he takes a step forward, cautiously reaching out his hand to touch your arm.
He tries not to think that your reaction is anything but a best friend being upset that their best friend didn’t tell them about an important part of their life.
He tries not to think that your reaction is because you can’t stand to think of him being in love with someone else.
He tries not to think about how much every cell in his body has ignited at the thought of you being possessive of him. Jealous of the person he’s in love with.
But it’s hard. So fucking hard. Because all he can see is the pain in your eyes, the hurt etched across your face.
Such a sight would usually bring him to his knees and have him doing anything to make the pain go away. But now, as fucked up as it is, all he feels is hope. Hope that maybe the reason you’re so upset is because you feel the same way he does.
“I’ve never lied to you, bug.” His voice is soft as he rubs up and down your bare arms gently.
“Hm,” you croak, wiping more tears away. “Until now.”
“Until now,” Jungkook echoes quietly, lifting his hand to gently cup your cheek, his thumb brushing away the tears that won't fucking stop.
You don’t know why you’re crying harder than you have in God knows how long. Why you don’t push Jungkook’s hand away even though you’re mad at him. Why you’re even mad in the first place.
Well, like you said earlier: you are an overreactor.
But it’s not like you and Jungkook haven’t had lovers in the past.
You had your first boyfriend last year, a sweet senior named Kim Taehyung. He was a great guy—kind, easygoing, gorgeous. He got along with most of your friends, and you were especially glad Jungkook liked him as his approval was the toughest to earn.
But something about Jungkook must have rubbed Taehyung the wrong way.
Before you and Tae officially started dating, you’d first met at a frat party that you attended with Jungkook as Yoongi and Jia had stayed in that night. The two of them got on super well, and you guys had even teamed up for beer pong together.
But after a few dates, and you eventually saying yes when he asked to go steady, things began to change.
Taehyung started asking you to sleep over at his frat more often, something you didn't really like to do (and something Jungkook certainly didn't like you doing either).
Soon, he was asking for details on which friends you were with whenever you hung out with someone. He even began to ask to switch to FaceTime calls when you’d mention specific names and leave out others.
At first, you didn’t think much of it. You’re a naturally clingy person too, so maybe it was just his way of showing he cared. But when he requested that you spend less time with just one friend in particular, that was where you drew the line.
It confused you, especially since you’d already cut back from spending all of your free time with Jungkook to about 40%, but he still wanted more. You’d told Taehyung from the start that Jungkook was your best friend and a huge part of your life, that you guys have always been close. He had no problem with that. Well, in the beginning, at least.
Naturally, you told Jungkook about Taehyung’s request, and you’d never seen him so angry. You reassured him not to worry, that it all wasn't sitting well with you, that you'd be ending things soon.
Jungkook relaxed at that.
He also dropped to his knees that night and sent up a prayer to the Goddess that it was finally fucking over. But you didn’t need to know that part.
As for Jungkook, he’s never been in relationship. He has been with two girls, though. Park Iseul and Cho Jiwon.
Iseul was great. You and her shared an Economics lecture, and you even used to sit next to her during classes.
She’d usually ask about Jungkook, and you’d give her updates, letting her know he was doing well. But whenever you’d try to pass on her messages to Jungkook, he would just refuse to hear them, asking you to stop sitting near her.
It seemed like Iseul picked up on the hint since she gradually found other seats during class, and so did you. You didn’t mind; she was still super nice, but you did scold Jungkook for his behavior. He apologized, but only to you, not to her.
Your encounter with Cho Jiwon, however, was… different.
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“Uhhh…”
The voice caught you off guard, making you turn from shutting the door behind you. Sitting at Jungkook’s kitchen island with a bowl of muesli, was a female around your age. You glanced at your surroundings, then the key in your hand to make sure this was indeed your best friend's apartment. It was.
“Oh, hello.” You greeted the pretty girl with a nod, adjusting the strap of your bag on your shoulder.
“Hello?” she responded, confused. Her eyes roamed over your Seoul Cinema uniform before narrowing slightly. “Who are you?”
“I’m Y/N,” you responded quietly. Unsure of what to say or do, you hesitated. “And… um, you?”
“Jiwon,” she replied, squinting a little. “Are you his girlfriend or something? Because he said he was single, but I should’ve known; he literally stopped in the middle of sex last night to answer a text…” Her voice trailed off as she tilted her head, “Wait, what was your name again?”
You blinked, a frown edging onto your face for her. You opened your mouth to repeat yourself when Jungkook stumbled out of his bedroom, rubbing a sleepy hand over his face.
“Bug?" He croaked, making his way toward you. "You okay? I was gonna come get you in a bit.” His bare chest was still warm as he wrapped his arms around you.
You pulled back from the hug with a quick apology. “Sorry, I got ready early and just walked over,” you said, gesturing toward Jiwon, still munching on her cereal. “Didn’t know you had someone over, though. I should’ve texted. I can ask Taehyung to drop me off at work and we can reschedule?”
Jungkook looked down at you, confused, then followed your gaze to Jiwon, who was still seated at his kitchen counter. He blinked in surprise, as though he had only just registered her presence. “Uh…are you okay?”
Your gaze snapped to his in surprise, and Jiwon’s expression turned sour. “What?”
“I thought you were leaving…” Jungkook’s brows knitted in confusion, eyeing her attire, which consisted only of his t-shirt. He hated that you were seeing this. “Did you need money for an Uber?”
“Jeongguk,” you frowned, shifting your bag on your shoulder as you glared at him. But Jiwon just rolled her eyes and scoffed.
“You could do so much better, girl,” she sneered at you, tugging off Jungkook’s t-shirt and tossing it at him as she got up. He caught it with little reaction, watching indifferently as she headed toward his room in her bra and underwear.
You were about to nudge him to apologize when she reemerged in her dress a moment later, throwing a glare over her shoulder. “Way better than a lying cheater, anyway.”
You opened your mouth to clarify. “No, Jiwon, we’re not—”
“Yeah, okay. Thanks, Jihyo,” Jungkook cut in boredly. “So, did you need money for that Uber?”
Your jaw dropped as you stared at him in utter disbelief while Jiwon just shook her head with a scoff. She angrily brushed past him and left, slamming the door behind her.
“Jeongguk, that was so rude.”
Jungkook just shrugged, tipping her cereal down the disposal and rinsing the bowl. “Bug, I already told her I had something to do in the morning and I’d need her to leave by 8 if she wanted to stay over.”
“I wish you would've told me. I wouldn’t have just barged in without calling first. That was so awkward.”
“You never need to call when you’re coming over,” he gave you a look. “And it wasn’t awkward.” He shrugged again, opening his dishwasher and putting the singular bowl and spoon in before starting a cycle.
“It was a little awkward,” you murmured, sighing. “You could have at least offered her a ride home.”
“Okay, okay, bug. I’ll repent for my sins later,” he nodded, walking over to slip your bag off your shoulder and set it on the couch. “You okay, though? Why’d you come over so early? I thought we were seeing the 10 o'clock movie since your shift starts at 1?”
You just shrugged, eyes shifting to the floor. Jungkook’s big hands cupped your face, gently tilting it up so you were looking at him. "Hm?" he prompted, squishing your cheeks slightly, coaxing your lips into a cute little pout.
When he let go enough for you to speak, you mumbled, “Dunno…haven’t seen you in a few days. Missed you.”
His brows knitted together, and his arms slid down to your waist, pulling you closer. “I missed you more, bug. What’s up, though? Did something happen?”
You exhaled, leaning into his chest as your arms wrapped around him. “No, just…feels weird not seeing you every day. I don't like it.”
His heart thumped at your words, and his fingers traced small circles along your back. “I get it. It's weird for me too. But your boyfriend probably doesn't like it very much, hm?”
You pulled back slightly to frown, “Gukkie—”
“Kidding,” he murmured with a soft chuckle, resting his head in the nape of your neck. He was most certainly not kidding. “I’m gonna shower, and then we can have some breakfast before we go, okay?”
You nodded, scratching his back a little as he pulled away, heading toward the bathroom while you settled on the couch to wait.
Breakfast was yummy. The movie was great. You and Taehyung broke up a week later.
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“Can you please tell me who it is?” you ask, looking up at him with a sniffle, feeling utterly defeated. You need to know.
Jungkook has never denied you when you ask him for something. Ever.
You would usually never take advantage of such a gift, but right now, you’re desperate. You know that this feeling won’t go away until he tells you. You need to know.
“I can.” His hand still rests on your cheek, his thumb pausing its soft caress as your tears finally stop. But even then, he doesn’t meet your gaze, his eyes fixed somewhere on the lower part of your face.
“Will you?” you ask, trying to catch his eye, but his gaze remains fixed on the bottom half of your face.
“I will,” he confirms tensely, reluctantly lifting his eyes to meet yours. His irises are a little darker than usual. “But I won’t tell you their name... I want you to guess for me, bug.”
Your brows furrow harshly, and you take a step back, not in the mood for games. But Jungkook immediately follows suit, as if he expected your movements. He easily closes the distance between you without losing the contact between your face and his hand.
“You’re really playing with me right now? Seriously, Jeong—”
“She’s the most beautiful person I’ve ever met in my entire life.”
Well, okay then.
You stop yourself from flinching, eyes snapping up to his to find them already locked on yours.
“She’s so fucking funny. Makes me laugh harder than anyone else in the world. And she doesn't even try.”
Yep. You’ve heard enough.
You swallow hard and raise your hand in an attempt to stop him, your mind racing for words. The fingers of his free hand wrap easily around your risen palm, bringing it to rest flat against his chest.
“All she has to do is walk in the room, and my heart beats so fucking hard that I’m scared she’s gonna hear it one day.”
You feel it—the rapid thump of his heartbeat beneath your palm. Your breath catches in your throat, and when your eyes meet his, you try to look away from the intensity, but you can’t.
No matter how foggy your vision becomes with tears, no matter how badly your hand trembles against his chest, no matter how hard it is to breathe with him looking at you like that—you can’t look away.
“I check my phone every five fucking minutes when we’re apart, just to see if she’s thinking about me like I’m thinking about her.”
Jungkook’s figure becomes a watery, blurry blob because you refuse to blink, as if the millisecond that your eyes are closed will somehow cause you to miss something crucial.
“She’s the first person I think of when I open my eyes in the morning,” he says quietly, “and the last when I fall asleep. I’m reminded of her by every single fucking thing. Even a stupid little toy figurine that looks nothing like her.”
At that, something inside you snaps, and without a second thought, you shove his hands away from you. Before he can react, your hands slide up to the back of his neck, pulling him down and pressing his mouth firmly against yours. Your eyes fall shut at the warmth of his lips, and then it happens.
Bursts of color explode behind your closed eyelids, vibrant and electric, filling every corner of your mind.
A surge of relief sweeps through your veins, washing away every single thing that came before this moment in a wave of perfect clarity.
Your fingers tighten their grip on the back of his neck, feeling his surprise blend into pure pleasure. His hands slip to your sides as he pulls you closer, every muscle in his body loosening as he melts into the kiss. It’s warm, soft, sweet. Your mouths are closed, eyes shut, simply savoring the feeling of being with the person you care about most in the entire world.
You’re happy. You’re relieved. And for the first time in the last eight days, you’re not confused in the slightest.
"Any guesses?" Jungkook murmurs against your lips as you pull back slightly for air.
You laugh through the tears that had spilled out before you kissed, as his hands lift from your hips to brush them away. "Hmm," you hum, leaning into his hand on your face, "Jia?"
“Ooh, close…” He squints teasingly with a smirk, his thumb swiping away a tear that had fallen to your pouty lip. “Just think, like, five times less bitchy and ten times hotter.”
A watery laugh escapes you, and you fall forward, resting your forehead against his chest. You sniffle and shake your head. “I can’t believe you just confessed your love for me in Yoongi and Jia’s bedroom.” Jungkook’s soft chuckle fills the room, making your heart flutter. “That’s such a you thing to do,” you add as you pull back to look up at him.
“You’re not wrong,” he replies, his smile softening as he leans down to press a kiss to your forehead.
His hand finds yours, and he glances toward the door, a faint awareness in his eyes. He’s not sure how many songs have played while you’ve been holed up together, but it’s been long enough to raise suspicion. “C’mon, bug,” he murmurs, gently tugging you toward the door.
But your brows knit together as he tries to lead you out. “What?”
Jungkook turns back, his expression relaxed and a little curious. “Hm?”
“I—” You pause, caught off guard by how casually he seems ready to move on. “You don’t want to talk about… things?”
His eyes glimmer with amusement as he steps closer. “Things?”
“You just told me you’re in love with me, and kissed me, and—"
“You kissed me,” he teases softly, his lips quirking up when you glare at him with the cutest, slightly swollen pout.
“You don’t want me to… say anything? To say it back?” you ask quietly, letting him take your other hand into his hold so he has both of them, tugging you a little closer.
Jungkook’s tongue darts out to wet his lips, and your eyes track the movement, unable to forget the way they felt against yours. He’s so close now that the heat of his body warms the space between you, the scent of his cologne mixed with the lingering smell of the cigarette he had on the drive over swirling around you.
“I didn’t tell you for something in return, bug,” he says gently, his thumbs tracing slow circles over your knuckles. “I told you because you wanted to know,” he adds with a slight shrug, “and because I wanted you to know.”
The simplicity of his words takes you by surprise. There’s no pressure in his gaze, no expectation. Your heart aches in a way you’ve never felt before.
“And if I want to say it back?” you whisper, eyes looking between his.
Jungkook does the same, looking for any trace of uncertainty in yours before asking quietly, "Do you mean it?"
“More than I think I even understand,” the words tumble out before you can second-guess them.
"Then say it."
“I’m so in love with you, Gukkie,” you whisper instantly, as if it were a command, “I thought I knew what love was, but… you’re love. Everything about you, everything you do is love.” Jungkook swallows hard, his thumbs still tracing softly over your knuckles. “We’re still so young, and there’s so much more to do… But I want to do it all with you.”
“Fucking hell, bug,” he mutters under his breath before his lips crash back into yours.
This kiss is deep, urgent, like he’s trying to tell you something through it.
And, god, Jungkook had always been a good storyteller.
Your hands slip free from his, finding the sides of his neck, grasping for balance as his hands slide to the small of your back, steadying you when you almost stumble.
Your fingers curl into the warm, strong muscles of his shoulders, and you return his kiss with the same intensity, the taste of him filling all of your senses. His lips feel warmer, smokier, like everything about him is more intense now. And in that moment, everything else just fades away.
When you part your lips, an ache for more already tugging at you, his tongue slips in like it’s been waiting the whole time. A soft, satisfied hum escapes you, and he mirrors it, his sound a little throatier as his tongue intertwines with yours.
Jungkook’s hands slide over you—your sides, your hips, your back—as if he’s committing the feel of you to memory, like he’s afraid this is the only time he’ll ever have the chance. The soft, wet sounds of your tongues moving together fill your ears, and you know that if you have any say in it, this will be far from the last time.
A low groan bubbles in Jungkook’s throat when you press yourself closer to him and his fingers instinctively tighten around your sides.
Then he hears it.
Jungkook pulls back quickly but carefully, his gaze lingering on yours as his hands smooth over your hair, fixing where his fingers had tousled it. His thumb brushes over your shoulder, adjusting the strap of your top that had slipped down again, while his other hand runs along the edge of your lips to fix your smudged lip gloss He licks his own lips to remove any residue and you pout, about to ask if he’s okay when the door swings open.
“Hellooo? What's taking so long? The Uber’s here and the guys are already at Joonie's.” Jia bellows, raising her brows as she glances between the two of you. “Come on, you can pregame in the car.”
Jungkook looks at you, waiting. You nod at her, your fingers brushing against his as you step back, clearing your throat and tucking your hair behind your ear. “Okay, Ji, sorry. We’re coming.”
She just nods, leaving the door open as she turns back to Yoongi, who’s waiting with her jacket. He hands it over wordlessly before leading her outside.
Jungkook’s gaze lingers on you, quiet and searching. “You sure you still want to go?”
You take a breath, nodding. “Yeah, if Jia still wants me to come, it’s the least I can do. Do you still want to go?”
His lips press together for a second, but he nods, his hand sliding down to interlock with yours as you both walk out of the bedroom. He grabs his car keys from the counter on the way, but as you approach the door, a frown creases your forehead.
“You’re not driving us, right, Gukkie?” you ask, eyeing the keys in his hand.
He glances down at you, a faintly amused smile touching his lips. “Yeah, I am, bug. Why? Did you want to take the Uber with them?”
You shake your head, but the frown doesn’t leave. “No, but... you’re not gonna drink tonight?”
Jungkook shrugs lightly, giving your hand a gentle squeeze before he lets it go so you can grab your mini purse from the counter and slip it over your shoulder. He reclaims your hand when you’re done, guiding you out of the apartment. “Not tonight, bug.”
The sadness in your eyes makes him pause, and you glance up at him. “Why? Is everything okay? I don’t like drinking when you don't drink.” Your voice softens, lips forming a small pout as he presses the down arrow for the elevator.
He smiles at the sight, brushing his thumb over your knuckles. “I just wanted to drive you home, that’s all, bug.” His smile turns slightly amused. “But I’ll drink if you want to. You know I’m always down to drink with you.”
Your face brightens, leaning into his side to give him a soft thank you. As the elevator dings open, your phone vibrates in your clutch. You pull it out and giggle at the screen, tilting it toward Jungkook. He rolls his eyes, his lips twitching as he ushers you inside the elevator when it reaches your floor.
[9:57pm] From: Ji HELLOOO???? oh my god get down here. this fucking freak is trying to charge us twice for making him wait like two minutes
The crisp night air envelopes you as soon as you and Jungkook step outside the apartment complex, refreshing your skin and helping to calm your racing mind.
When you had both arrived at Yoongi and Jia's earlier in the night, you received a very quizzical look from your best friend as you climbed out of his Jeep.
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You extended your hand, waiting for him to come around to your side of the car before intertwining your fingers. Instead of locking the car, he paused, glancing back through the windows as if searching for something.
“Gukkie? You okay?” you asked, tilting your head at his hesitation. “I have your phone in my purse, remember?”
“Bug, where’s your jacket?” he asked, his brows furrowing as he looked over your outfit. He gave the Jeep’s seats another quick scan, hoping you’d just forgotten to grab it.
You shook your head, giving his hand a little tug to urge him forward. “I didn’t bring one. Couldn't find one that worked with my outfit. It’s okay, Gukkie, I'm not cold.”
But he didn’t budge. “Bug…” he said with a sigh, eyes scanning the backseat to see if he had left one of his jackets in there that you could wear. Nothing.
“Gukkie,” you laughed at the way his frown deepened, tugging his hand again. “You don’t have a jacket either, hm. Besides, there’s a small chance we’re even going out tonight anyway...”
Your voice softened, and Jungkook paused, sighing as the urge to drive home and grab you a jacket waned a bit. He pressed the lock button on his key fob with reluctance and let you pull him along up the path to the building.
His free hand slid up your arm as you walked, checking that your skin was still warm. It was, luckily for you, or he would've been plopping you back in the passenger seat to go back and get you a coat no matter how much you complained.
Jungkook knew Jia’s firm stance against jackets and outerwear—always “ruining the aesthetic" or something of the sort. He didn’t really pay much attention to what she said unless it involved you, if he was being honest.
And the thought of you borrowing one of Yoongi’s didn’t even get a chance to settle in his mind before he forced it far, far away.
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The scene with Jungkook in Jia’s room replays over and over in your head, but there’s a new lightness to it now—a weight lifted, even though you know the lines between you have definitely blurred. There’s more to think about, maybe more to figure out, but as you glance up at Jungkook’s peaceful expression, you find that you don’t mind it right now.
Reaching the end of the path, Yoongi hops out of the car and pulls the seat forward to let you into the back. “Hi, sorry for the wait,” you apologize softly to the driver, offering a polite smile as Jungkook takes your purse. His hand settles warmly on your back, guiding you in as you climb into the backseat.
The driver just mutters something under his breath and waits as Jungkook slides in next to you. Yoongi settles back beside Jia, who’s typing something on her phone, closing the door as the driver pulls out onto the road.
In the quiet hum of the car, you lean back, stealing a quick glance at Jungkook. He catches it, his lips quirking up as he shifts just a little closer, one hand slipping over yours where it rests on your lap. You turn your hand over and intertwine it with his, using your free hand to play with his fingers, tracing over the lines of his pretty tattoos. You rest your head on his shoulder, your eyes fluttering closed.
You can’t wait to drink.
It’s about twenty-five minutes later when you arrive at Joonie’s nightclub.
Jia had managed to convince the Uber driver to let you guys drink a little with the promise of a 50% tip, and as soon as he agreed, she swiftly pulled the bottle of tequila up from beneath her seat. She took a sip and handed it to Yoongi, who did the same before passing it to the back. Jungkook let you take a mouthful before he did, and you each took one more, his shots a little bigger than yours.
As you step inside, the music is loud, vibrating the ground as colored lights flicker across the floor. You spot the rest of your friends by a table in the corner, already clinking shot glasses together and throwing them back. When they see the four of you, their faces light up, and soon they’re stumbling over for hugs and half-drunk hellos.
Jimin is the first to reach you, a bright grin spreading across his face as he wraps you in a tight hug, swaying you from side to side. “Hi, angel! Gah, y'always look so pretty without an apron on! Good to see you—ah, hey, Kook! Get over here, you big thing,” he beams, pulling away from you to bring Jungkook down into an equally enthusiastic hug.
“Hey, Jimin-ah,” Jungkook responds, returning the hug and then straightening to stand by your side again.
Jimin stands there, his eyes raking over both of you for a moment before he lets out a sigh and gives something similar to a nod of approval.
You shake your head, laughing as you adjust your purse. “How much have you had to drink already, Jiminie?”
“Not nearly enough,” he quips instantly, glancing back at the group where the others are ushering Jia and Yoongi over to their table. “And judging by the fact you’re not red as a tomato yet… neither have you. Come on,” he grins, grabbing both your arms and pulling you and Jungkook toward the rest of the group.
When you guys reach the circle, you exchange hugs and little hiii, I missed you's until you reach the last person at the table.
"Hey, Y/N," Taehyung greets, pulling you into a warm hug.
Blinking in surprise as you pull back, you smile. "Hey, Tae? I didn’t know you were coming tonight. How are you?”
Taehyung nods, his hand resting casually on his beer. “Yeah, been okay. You?”
“Good, thanks Tae,” you reply with a soft smile, stepping back beside Jungkook.
“Oh, hey, Jungkook-ah, how are you, man?” Taehyung continues, extending a hand.
Jungkook takes it, and they do a little bro shake before he settles next to you again. “Really good, man, thanks,” he nods, glancing over the table before turning to you. “I’m gonna go get our drinks. Did y'want a long Island?”
Your eyes light up, and you nod, starting to walk with him to the bar when Valerie calls out, “Y/N! Babe, come take a photo! The lighting is soo cute over here.”
You turn back around, “One sec, Val, I’m just going to grab—”
“It’s okay, bug. I won’t be long,” Jungkook says quietly, running his hand down your arm as you glance over at him.
“Oh, okay.” You nod, looking up at him.
He raises his brows with an amused look when you don't move for a while. “Go on,” he nudges his head toward your friends, watching as you nod again with a cute smile and head over to Jia, Valerie, and Jimin. His gaze lingers as Yoongi takes the phone from Jia, and you all get ready to pose for the photos.
Sliding in next to Jia feels like second nature as your arm wraps around her waist, but as realization dawns, you quickly move to pull back, unsure if that's okay anymore.
Jia just rolls her eyes, grabbing your arm and placing it firmly back around her waist before leaning into you. The two of you settle in for the shot, and you smile, resting your head on her shoulder as the flash goes off, Yoongi snapping a bunch of photos of the four of you.
Once Jia finally deems the hundred pictures her boyfriend has taken as enough, your little group breaks away, with Jimin and Valerie immediately rushing over to review the results.
You start to follow them but pause when you catch sight of Taehyung at the end of the table, sitting alone and staring at his beer. You frown, looking around for Hoseok and Jin, but they seem to have wandered off, leaving him by himself.
You slide into the seat beside him. “Hey,” you greet, and Taehyung looks up, returning a small smile. "You okay?"
“Hey,” he chuckles lightly. “Yeah, why, do I look all depressed and lonely right now?”
With a grin, you pick up the tiny umbrella from an empty glass nearby, twirling it in your fingers. “No. Just a little alone,” you hum. “Where did Jin and Hobi go?”
“Out for a smoke,” Taehyung answers, his eyes lingering on you for a second before glancing back at his drink. Just as you’re about to ask if he wants another beer since his looks low, Jungkook arrives back at the table.
He sets your drink in front of you, still holding his own glass, and pulls up a chair beside you. “Thanks, Gukkie,” you smile, pulling the cup toward you to take a sip.
Jungkook gives you a little nod, resting a hand on your leg. His gaze shifts, noticing how Taehyung’s eyes follow the movement of your mouth as you wrap your lips around the straw. Jungkook’s tongue flicks over his lips before he takes a silent mouthful of his drink, watching as the two of you chat.
It's not long before Jimin brings over a large tray to the table, all your friends cheering in excitement as he sets it down with a grin.
"Shots!"
“Shit, bug, wait, watch your step, I just—”
Jungkook’s warning doesn’t reach your inebriated brain in time, and you stumble over the step he nearly tripped on himself, letting out a little curse. Before you can fall forward, his arms are already around you, pulling you back upright.
“Gukkie,” you whine, “why did you push me?” you grumble, your cheeks rosy from the endless shots Jimin kept feeding you and the lingering heat of the dance floor you two had been on all night.
Not that you’ll remember most of this tomorrow, considering you went over your limit about two Long Island iced teas ago, but tonight was one of the best nights you’ve had in a very long time.
Jia mostly clung to Valerie for the night, but that didn’t matter—you and Jungkook had more than enough fun on your own. Jimin even took Taehyung under his wing, and the four of you ended up spinning around on the dance floor after you convinced Jungkook to join in too. He’s so good at it, you’ve never understood why he doesn’t dance more often, but he indulged you tonight. And it was so fucking amazing.
“I didn’t push you, bug,” he grumbles back, holding you steady as he blinks, trying to get his own hazy vision under control.
If you went past your limit, Jungkook went double down. He can handle his alcohol—much better than you, at least—but you guys were having so much fun, and he loves drinking with you, so he went all out. When you took a shot, he took two. When you stood in front of him, lifting a cup to his lips with a sweet, urging little smile, who the fuck was he to say no?
“Gukkie, where’s your car?” you ask, squinting up the street, arm looping through his as you both stagger down the sidewalk. The chilly night air nips at your bare legs, but the warmth of the alcohol keeps it at bay as you rest your head lazily on his bicep.
“Uhh,” Jungkook mutters, scanning the line of parked cars as he tries to spot his Jeep. “I dunno, baby. Let’s just walk home.”
You nod in agreement, too tipsy to consider that the walk back to either of your apartments would take at least an hour—probably more, but you don’t care. Right now, it feels like you could walk for miles, just like this.
“Okay, but—” you trail off, eyes drifting as he stops running his hand over the one of yours clinging to his bicep. He turns to you with a little frown. “But what? D'you want to take your heels off?”
You blink up at him, the blur of alcohol softening everything but his face, his features as clear and pretty as ever. “You called me baby,” you say, a wide, drunk grin lighting up your face as you gaze up at him, utterly enchanted.
Jungkook’s brows knit together in confusion. He glances forward to ensure you both don’t veer into anything, then looks back down at you. “What, bug?”
“You called me baby,” you repeat, leaning your head against his arm with a happy squeeze. “Gosh, Gukkie, I hope I remember this when I wake up.”
Jungkook blinks a little at that, turning his head to face the path in front of him as you both keep walking. Did he call you baby? It must’ve just slipped out. He’s never called anyone that—not even while drunk, as far as he knows. The thought lingers for a moment, but when Jungkook feels you shiver slightly and yawn against his arm, that’s all it takes for him to have his first sober thought since his umpteenth vodka shot.
“Bug,” he says, pulling you to a gentle stop, his gaze drifting over your goosebump-covered legs and sleepy eyes. You blink up at him, a soft, confused smile lifting your lips as you glance around, wondering why you’ve stopped. “I need to get us an Uber,” Jungkook murmurs, rubbing his hands over your cold arms to warm you. “Come sit with me. Gonna order it.”
He looks around for a seat, but there isn’t one in sight, so he guides you to the curb and sits down, holding his arms open as you step in front of him and plop between his legs. Making sure you're settled, he pulls out his phone, blinking hard to try and get the numbers on the screen to stay still enough to punch in his passcode.
You lean back into his hold, his free arm wrapping around your stomach as your eyes flutter shut, your fingers tracing softly over the inked patterns on his arm. “So warm,” you mumble, lost in the feel of his skin against yours.
Jungkook tilts his head a little as you lean further into him, the tip of your nose brushing against his neck. He swallows, his pulse quickening as he tries to focus on ordering the Uber to your place.
“How are you so warm everywhere?” you sigh dreamily, letting your nose drift up the length of his neck, fingers still tracing along his arm. Jungkook’s breath catches, but he manages to confirm the ride and lock his phone, his other arm wrapping around you, quietly pulling you snug against his chest.
"Can I kiss your neck, Gukkie?"
Jungkook’s eyes shut at your words, every fiber in him reacting to you as he swallows hard. “Just a little, bug. Our uber isn’t far.”
The slight tilt of his head is all the encouragement you need, and you press a gentle, lingering kiss to his nape, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows again. Drawn in by the pretty sight, your mouth latches onto his neck, tasting the warmth of his skin.
“Bug,” he croaks, his voice shaky as your lips press more purposefully, your soft touch just a bit more intentional. “Bug, c’mon, baby, not too much. You’re drunk, I—” His breathing deepens as your tongue traces a warm, wet line over his skin, his hands tightening on your sides as he exhales shakily.
Your lips find a soft spot at the base of his neck, and he lets out another unsteady breath, his body responding without his consent. Humming happily, you let yourself sink into the feeling a little longer before pulling back and admiring your handiwork. It’s not enough to leave a mark, just a faint warmth that’ll fade, but it’s still so pretty. You press one last gentle kiss to the spot before turning back around, leaning contentedly back against his chest.
“Thanks, Gukkie. I like the way your skin tastes,” you smile with your eyes closed, settling your hands over his arms around you, the honesty in your words amplified by the haze of the alcohol.
“God, bug,” Jungkook mumbles once he catches his breath, his fingers running lightly up and down your waist as he adjusts the hem of your top, covering you when it rides up a little. “So cute.”
He watches as a soft, pretty smile curves your lips, eyes still closed as you practically purr into him at his comment.
So. Fucking. Cute.
Jungkook rests his head in the crook of your neck, which is bared just for him. Your head lolls back as you sleepily begin to curl into his embrace. “So pretty,” he breathes into your skin, pressing a light little kiss as he inhales as much of your scent as possible.
He’s kissed you plenty of times—on your forehead, your cheeks, even twice on your fucking lips earlier tonight. But he’s never kissed your neck before.
And it’s addicting.
The aroma of your vanilla-creme body wash mixed with the Miss Dior perfume he buys you for your birthdays—fuck. He could lick it off every inch of your body if you’d let him.
But not tonight.
He knows you get extra touchy with him when you’re drunk, and, yeah, he does with you too. That’s just how you two have always been. But it’s usually just longer cuddles, sitting closer than normal, not leaving each other's side for more than a few minutes.
You’ve never done that to him before.
Maybe it’s because, however intoxicated you may be, your brain recognizes the shift between the two of you from earlier at Yoongi and Jia’s.
God, he fucking hopes so.
Jungkook prays that you’ll remember kissing him tomorrow, even if you’re dazed from the alcohol. Because he is too. But, somehow, he'll make sure he remembers every single second.
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Ungodly Hour (series masterlist)
That time you - a broke college student - were willing to do just about anything for a hulu account after your brother kicks you off of his - (and Jungkook would do anything to have you)
warning: smut, simp jungkook, tsundere reader, oral sex (m & f ), 69, car sex, semi-public sex, dirty talking, swallowing, jungkook is thirsty, reader is somewhat slutty but with reason, unprotected sex, riding, creampie, facesitting, jimin & mc are friendemies, face riding, degradation, jungkook being bullied by his friends, sub reader, dom/possessive jk, feelings being expressed, jealous jk & reader, ass slapping, sexting, spitting, competence kink, cum swallowing, tit fucking, kissing, "public indecency",
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Bad Decisions
pairing: jeongguk x reader
genre: biker au, secret relationship, pfp filth
summary: by day, jeongguk is the youngest heir of the noble seven—untouchable, lethal, and born into power. by night, he’s the ghost on a matte black Husqvarna, tearing through city streets with recklessness only royalty can afford. but there’s one thing he can’t control: you. the girl he’s been sneaking around with in stolen hours and secret places. when a high stakes race throws you back into his path, a charged game of cat and mouse ignites—your biting words matched only by the heat in his stare.
later that night, you find yourself exactly where you swore you shouldn’t be—underneath him, breathless and begging for more. but what starts as a heady, sweat slicked surrender spirals into something neither of you expect. in the quiet between moans and the hush that follows release, something shifts. words are whispered that neither of you can take back.
warnings: motorcycle racing jeongguk, role playing? you act like strangers in public, light bdsm, bondage, blindfold, cumming lots of cumming, breeding kink? jeongguk loves filling you up (wrap it up kids), boob job, jeongguk calls you princess 🫠 (i’m weak for it SUE ME), anal sex, soft dom weak for his princess jeongguk, fingering, they’re just a freaky ass couple who’re obsessed with each other
word count: 5,903
Introducing: The Consequences
The first time you see Jeongguk is at a street race near the east side of town, where the Reapers’ territory bleeds into the Titans’ stretch of concrete
Neutral ground. Or at least, that’s what everyone pretends it is.
It’s not the best place to be after dark—but not the worst either. That’s the thing about the city. Whether you’re in a luxury high rise or posted on the block, you keep your head on a swivel. No exceptions.
Jeongguk rolls in on a black and chrome Kawasaki Ninja H2 Carbon, the engine purring like a predator with too much money and nowhere to be. The bike looks custom, vicious. So does he. His black leather jacket clings to his frame like it was stitched directly onto his body. One you’ve heard about in rumors passed between girls with loose lips and tighter jeans.
Flanking him are the rest of the Noble Seven. Heirs of the seven families who run the country from behind velvet curtains and bloodstained ledgers.
“My god,” Keira breathes, her voice low and reverent. “It’s like the universe said, ‘Hmm, what would sex on legs look like?’ and dropped them here just to fuck with us.”
You laugh. It’s such a Keira thing to say.
But she’s not wrong.
“Hey.” Pierce’s voice cuts through your amusement like a whip, authoritative. You and Keira both stiffen as he approaches, already pulling his helmet on. “Don’t go far. And don’t talk to anyone.”
You fake a gag, just in time to catch him yanking Keira toward him by the belt loop of her jeans.
“Good luck kiss?” he grins at her. You roll your eyes and tune them out, shifting your attention back to the growing crowd of riders and onlookers. It’s the first night out you’ve had in weeks.
The shop’s been busier than ever with the warm weather—more cash in your pockets, sure, but less time to enjoy it.
A cold rush skims up your spine.
Someone’s watching you.
You scan the crowd from beneath your lashes, discreet but alert. You’re not in the mood for a fight tonight.
Your breath falters in your chest when you find the source.
Jeongguk’s gaze locks with yours; dark, curious, and far too direct for comfort. His eyes glitter like onyx under the flickering neon lights. He says something low to the man beside him without breaking eye contact. Park Jimin follows his line of sight and smirks, slow and dangerous.
Nope.
You whip your head away.
Pierce said don’t talk to anyone. You’re pretty sure that includes body language.
“Come on,” Keira says, tugging your arm. “Let’s grab drinks and find seats before the race starts. You should flirt with Baekhyun—he’ll let us watch the drone footage.”
“We can just stream it on our phones,” you grumble, trying not to trip as she drags you along “And Baekhyun’s like a brother. That’s weird.”
“Ugh. Everyone is like a brother to you. When are you gonna stop friend zoning dick and swallow some?”
“Hyunwoo wasn’t like a brother.”
Keira side eyes you, tongue sliding over her teeth. “No…no he was not.” You both dissolve into giggles as you join the line at concessions.
—
The second time you see Jeongguk, it’s through the grainy feed of Baekhyun’s drone—high above the treacherous backroads of Howlers Mountain, where one wrong move means a broken body or worse.
You’re sitting on the roof of the camper, knees pulled to your chest, drink sweating in your hand. Keira’s next to you, vibrating with adrenaline.
“Who the hell takes a curve at that angle?” she yells, nearly spilling tequila down your jeans.
“Apparently, Jeon fucking Jeongguk,” Baekhyun mutters from his monitor below.
The camera pans to a blur of black gear, tires screaming around a cliffside, the rider leaning in like he’s bulletproof. Your breath catches as gravel spits from his rear tire—he’s inches from the edge.
You hate how your chest clenches.
Hate more the thrill that curls in your belly.
He’s reckless.
Stupid.
Beautiful.
And completely in control.
“He’s okay,” you say quickly, pointing at the screen as the rider regains balance. “He’s okay.”
Your own cocktail sloshes over the rim of your cup, ice rattling.
“Keep it down, ladies,” Baekhyun mutters from behind his controller. “I’m working.”
“Sorry, Bacon!” you and Keira chorus, teasing him in sync. He groans like he regrets inviting you, which only makes you laugh harder.
Your attention drifts back to the sleek shadow slicing through the mountain pass—black bike, black gear. Jeongguk.
“Let’s go, silver surfer!” Keira yells as Pierce takes the lead, cutting past Jeongguk in a clean maneuver.
You glance at the route map—tight turn coming up. That’s usually where the race is won or lost.
Pierce surges ahead, dressed in head to toe white like a declaration of war. It’s too on the nose. Too symbolic. But your brother loves a metaphor.
Your heart skips when another rider, Marcus, skids out, bike sliding across the asphalt with a sharp screech. He tumbles, helmet shattering as the other riders swerve to avoid him.
“Fuck, that was close,” Baekhyun breathes.
You’re already out the door, feet pounding the steps of the camper, Keira hot on your heels as the thunder of engines rushes toward the finish line.
Jeongguk crosses first.
Pierce is a breath behind him.
The crowd goes feral.
Jeongguk revs his engine, slowing just enough to pull up directly in front of you. The way he swings off the bike is criminal—helmet in one hand, jacket clinging to his chest like a second skin. His eyes rake up your body: chunky heels, cargos, crop top. He doesn’t even pretend to be subtle about your chest.
“Now this is a first place trophy,” he says over his shoulder to Jimin, who’s lounging nearby with his helmet under his arm.
You scoff. Loudly.
“Even if winners did get trophies, it definitely wouldn’t be me.”
Keira tugs your sleeve, whispering not to antagonize a member of the Noble Seven. You couldn’t care less. Arrogance doesn’t look good on anyone—even if he wears it well.
Jeongguk laughs, the sound warm and rich, but edged with something colder.
He plants his helmet on the seat, closing the distance between you in two strides. His frame is massive up close, all sculpted muscle and quiet dominance.
He smells like leather and bergamot, and the scent wraps around your senses before you can brace against it.
“And what kind of winner do I have to be,” he murmurs, “to win you?”
His voice curls around your spine like a promise or a threat. Maybe both.
You meet his gaze evenly, only your lip caught between your teeth betraying the flutter in your chest. You lean in, just enough that your breath ghosts over his lips. You hear him inhale.
Good.
Two can play this game.
“I’m not won, Jeon,” you whisper, brushing your lips against the shell of his ear. “I’m earned.”
Then you step back, grab Keira’s hand, and vanish into the crowd.
His laughter follows you like smoke.
“I know you’ve heard the rumors,” he calls after you. “That I don’t like to lose.”
You pause but don’t turn. You don’t have to.
“I’ll admit it. I’m a bit of a sore loser.”
His tone shifts—silken, dangerous.
“Just know whatever they told you about me? Lies,” he says, the crowd swallowing him in a sea of noise and flashing lights. “I’m much worse.”
Your skin prickles. Your breath catches.
You keep walking.
Hopefully, your little show doesn’t bite you in the ass later.
“Damn,” Keira whistles beside you. “He’s definitely not like a brother.”
You squeeze her hand tighter. “Is he still looking?”
“He’s doing more than looking, sister friend.”
— — — — —
The door slams shut behind you.
In an instant, Jeongguk has you pinned—his palm wrapped around your throat, pressing you flat to the wood like he owns you. His other hand works between your thighs, fingers curling deep inside your dripping pussy with unrelenting rhythm.
Your legs tremble as your slick soaks through ruined lace. His knee knocks yours apart, kicking your cargos across the hallway.
“You said I have to earn you, huh, princess?”
Words escape you. Your tongue feels swollen and useless, lolling helplessly against your lips as your mouth parts in silent cries.
His fingers find your g-spot, hook into it like he’s done this a thousand times, and your body convulses. The edge of your orgasm looms, sharp and sudden, white-hot pressure blooming behind your eyes.
“Answer me.” His voice is a growl against your ear, his body the only thing keeping you upright.
“J-Jeongguk—I’m gonna—please—”
His fingers don’t relent. If anything, they move faster. The obscene sound of your arousal fills the air, each wet squelch making your cheeks flush. You clench desperately around his hand, right there on the edge—
Then nothing.
He pulls out.
Your orgasm evaporates into a scream of frustration, your nails dragging down the door. Tears spring to your eyes as the emptiness between your legs throbs violently.
“Fuck!” you cry out.
Jeongguk lifts his slick-covered fingers to his mouth, moaning shamelessly as he licks them clean. His hand tightens around your throat, thumb stroking the column of your neck as he forces you to watch.
“Did you really think you could get away with saying that shit to me?” His voice is low, deadly, nearly amused.
You shake your head, lips trembling. He leans in, his lips grazing your ear.
“Use your fucking words. Or I’ll play with this pussy until the sun comes up. Is that what you want?”
“No—no! Please, let me cum, baby—please.”
His lips crash into yours, swallowing your plea. The taste of yourself on his tongue makes your pussy clench in need, your whole body arching for more.
He breaks the kiss with a dark chuckle. “Did you have fun teasing me, princess? Standing there in front of everyone, looking like my own personal goddess? Thinking I wouldn’t make you pay for it?”
“I wasn’t—!” you gasp, but your protest dies on your tongue when his thumb circles your clit, rough and fast.
You writhe, your legs locking around his hips, chasing any sensation that’ll give you what he keeps stealing.
“You’re a horrible fucking liar,” he snarls. He yanks your panties aside and plunges his fingers back into your soaked heat. “Let’s try again. Be a good girl. Tell the truth. Now.”
“Y-Yes—I did, I was teasing,” you gasp, shame and need tangling in your throat. “Gguk, please—!”
“Such a bad girl,” he tsks. “Teasing me in front of Keira, in front of your brother? It’d be wrong of me to bend you over my bike and fuck the attitude out of you, wouldn’t it?”
You moan, head rolling back as his fingers fuck you ruthlessly. You’re so close it feels like dying.
“Gguk…”
“What? You wanna cum?” he mocks, voice syrupy with false sympathy. “My baby wants me to let her cum?”
You nod frantically, lips parted, mind unraveling.
He grins.
And then he wrecks you.
His thumb finds your clit again, and the combination sends lightning through your veins. Your orgasm builds like a storm surge, fast and furious, until it’s the only thing you can feel.
“Okay,” he murmurs, “I’ll make you cum, princess. And then I’ll keep going—until you remember who you belong to.”
When it hits, it devastates you.
You scream his name as your orgasm slams through your body, collapsing every muscle with it. Your vision whites out, your walls fluttering around his fingers, spasming again and again as tears pour down your cheeks.
He doesn’t stop.
He fucks you through it—past it—ruthless, merciless. His hand tightens around your throat, not enough to hurt but enough to make your lungs burn, and the overstimulation mutates into a new kind of hunger.
“You’re so sexy like this,” he growls against your cheek, “looking all innocent in front of Keira and your brother. But we both know better, don’t we, pretty girl?”
“Jeongguk—!”
“You love it.” His voice is hoarse with desire. “Getting all stupid on my fingers, going cock drunk before I even fuck you. I should make you cum again just like this.”
You claw at him, your thighs trembling as you try to pull away, but he catches your waist and holds you still.
“Fuck, baby—you want me to cum in my pants?” he groans, rutting into your thigh. “Shit, you’re dripping down my wrist.”
“N-No—I—I want you in me,” you whimper.
He inhales sharply, and it’s all over.
He drags you to the living room, drops onto the couch, and pulls you into his lap like he can’t bear to wait another second.
“Can I fuck you now? Please, baby—I need to feel you.” His hands are trembling as he unbuckles his belt, pushing his pants down enough to free his cock—thick, flushed, leaking.
You fall to your knees, hungry.
“Need to suck your dick,” you pant, reaching for him.
But Jeongguk grabs your wrists. “Not now,” he growls. “Need you riding me.”
His eyes burn into yours as he tears your panties from your body, lips parted in awe as he stares at your soaked, puffy folds.
“Come here, princess. Sit on my cock.”
You straddle him, guiding the thick head of his dick to your entrance. You both gasp when he slips in, walls stretching to accommodate him.
“So wet… ‘m gonna cum just from you sitting on me.”
You whimper as you sink down, inch by inch, until he’s seated fully inside you.
“F-fuck,” he hisses. “Love your pussy, princess.”
He cups your breasts, pulling your bandeau down with a groan. Your nipples are hard, begging to be tasted. He wraps his mouth around one, tongue flicking while his other hand kneads the other breast.
You ride him slowly, grinding your hips in lazy circles that drive him mad.
“You’re perfect,” he whispers, switching to the other nipple, suckling greedily. “Wanna live right here forever. Just like this.”
You start to move faster, hips bouncing, skin clapping against skin. His cock hits deep with every drop, the stretch addictive.
“I’m close,” you pant.
“I know, baby—I feel it. Fuck—you’re squeezing me so good.”
He grips your hips and thrusts up into you, punching into your cervix with brutal precision. Your orgasm builds fast and hot.
“Harder!” you beg. “Please, Jeongguk—harder!”
He slams into you, over and over, and suddenly he’s everywhere—his mouth on your tits, his hands bruising your waist, his cock claiming every inch of you.
You scream when you cum again, whole body shaking as you collapse into him, trembling in his arms.
But he’s not done.
He lifts you and flips you onto the couch. “No—please, Gguk, I can’t—”
“You can,” he croons, lining himself up again. “You will.”
He thrusts into your overstimulated cunt and sets a ruthless pace, eyes wild as he watches your eyes roll back.
“So wet, so fucking warm—shit! Gonna fill you up, okay? Gonna fuck you right, princess.”
You cry out, clawing at the cushions, unable to form words anymore. Just please and more and don’t stop on loop.
His rhythm stutters. His face contorts in pleasure. He shoves in deep, holding you down as he empties inside you with a broken groan.
His cum floods your walls, thick and hot, and it makes you moan again, your legs twitching around his waist.
He leans in, kissing your lips softly now. Passionately. Worshipful.
“You’re mine, baby,” he breathes, brushing your sweaty hair back from your forehead. “All mine.”
And in the wreckage of your shared desire, you believe it.
Feel it in your bones.
—
You find yourself in Jeongguk’s bedroom, sprawled across 800 thread count Egyptian cotton. The sheets are cool against your flushed skin, a poor remedy for the heat coursing through you—made worse by the steady chill of the air conditioning he always insists on.
Your vision is cloaked in black silk, blindfolded and vulnerable beneath the weight of his desires. Every creak of the bed frame, every shift in the air feels magnified, your heartbeat pounding in your ears like a warning—or a promise.
“What’s going on in that pretty little head, princess?”
His voice cuts through the silence like velvet over steel, coming from your right. You gasp, your body tightening reflexively around the sound.
A whimper escapes you, helpless and raw. After making you cum on the couch downstairs, Jeongguk had carried you upstairs over his shoulder—his toned ass on display the whole way—then bound your wrists to the bedposts with soft cotton rope.
Now you lie there, spread open, waiting.
“Gguk…”
You strain to hear, to locate him. But there are no footsteps, no shifting weight. Just a vast, mysterious silence.
It used to terrify you, this surrender of control. When Jeongguk first introduced you to the world of blindfolds and bondage, the loss of sight had been a seismic jolt to your nerves. But with time—and with him—you learned to trust. And Jeongguk? He always took care of you.
Your body flinches when something cool and leather trails up your thigh. A heartbeat later, the riding crop slices through the air and lands on your skin with a sharp crack.
“Ahh—”
The sound that spills from your lips is more moan than cry, your body arching in response. You’re trembling, sensitive and aroused, a lit fuse waiting to be touched.
“I asked you a question,” he murmurs, his voice brushing your cheek like a phantom kiss. “You know I don’t like repeating myself.”
You chase the heat of his breath, desperate for a kiss, a graze, anything—but he withholds, as always.
“I was thinking…” You’re panting now, your breath catching in your throat. “Thinking about you… and this.”
Even now, you’re bashful—unable to shake the taboo feeling, even with how deeply you’ve fallen into his world. Kinks, bondage, the blurred lines of pleasure and pain. You crave them, but speaking them aloud still feels like standing naked before a crowd.
He hums low in his throat. The riding crop returns, this time ghosting over your chest. Your nipples stiffen instantly, and you jolt when he flicks them with the tip.
“Do you want to stop?”
His tone changes—no more teasing or dominance, only calm and care. Sincere. He always checks in. Always offers an out.
This is about trust first. Pleasure second. Always.
You shake your head vigorously, the blindfold shifting slightly with the motion. “No. Please… don’t stop.”
Another sharp crack. You jolt, the pleasure bursting through you like sparks.
“Then use your words, princess. Why am I repeating myself so much tonight?”
You cry out again when the crop strikes your swollen clit, sticky with need. Strings of your arousal stretch and snap with every motion.
“N-No. Please, please don’t stop.”
He blows lightly against your exposed cunt, the breeze making you squirm.
“Maybe I should tease you until sunrise. You’ve had your fun, haven’t you? Now it’s my turn.”
“Gguk… please…” You don’t even know what you’re begging for—release or denial, more pain or mercy. All of it. None of it. Just him.
“Always begging. Always wanting. What about me, princess?”
You’d give him anything if he asked. The moon. Your soul. His name, carved into your skin.
The bed dips near your legs. Jeongguk straddles you, his thighs bracketing your own. His heat is molten, almost unbearable. You feel him shift again near your head, then—
A hot, wet tongue swipes across your nipple.
You choke on a gasp. Your body, already oversensitive from the teasing, lights up like a live wire. He sucks and bites, lavishing attention on your breasts until you’re nothing but tremors and whimpers.
“Fuck, I love your tits,” he groans, voice strained.
He sits up, sliding forward until he’s perched just above your ribcage. He presses your breasts together, thumbs circling your aching nipples while one hand reaches back to dip between your thighs.
You cry out at the sensation, hips jerking instinctively. But he doesn’t fuck you. He just strokes your folds, coating his fingers in your slick.
You hear him groan. Then he grabs his cock, stroking himself with a hiss, smearing your arousal over his length.
“Gonna cum all over these pretty tits, okay, princess?”
You feel the weight of him settle on your chest, the head of his cock dragging along your sternum. Your mouth waters. You still haven’t tasted him yet—and he knows it.
“What’s your color?”
“Green.”
“Good girl.”
He begins to move, sliding his cock between your breasts. You tilt your head down to flick your tongue over the tip whenever it emerges from your cleavage.
“Oh fuck, baby. Keep doing that—shit,” he grits out, his rhythm faltering for a moment as your tongue teases him.
Your clit throbs, aching for attention, but even this—just his cock, your tongue, his voice—is enough to have you teetering on the edge.
“Fuck, your tits are so soft. So perfect. Fuck—”
You moan, drunk on the way he uses your body for his pleasure. Drunk on him.
“I’m gonna cum. You’re gonna make me cum, princess.”
You whimper, tongue flicking greedily. His grip tightens, his pace quickens, until—
“Shit, shit, I’m cumming—”
He groans deeply, cock jerking as hot ropes of cum spill across your chest, painting your skin in thick streaks. You feel one hand release your tits, fingers dragging through the mess before they press against your lips.
“Open.”
Your mouth falls open instinctively, tongue rolling out to receive the offered gift. He lets the cum drip onto your tongue, then slides his fingers into your mouth.
“What do we say when we get a treat?”
“Thank you,” you mumble, words slurred.
“Now swallow. Show me.”
You obey. His breath catches when you swallow around his fingers and reveal an empty mouth.
“Fuck. Now you want to behave, huh? What happened to the brat from the racetrack?”
You whimper, still aching. Your thighs press together in search of friction—but he notices. Of course he does.
A sharp slap lands on your pussy.
“Thought you could sneak one past me?” he growls. “Pretending to be a good girl? I guess I’ll have to edge the disobedience out of you.”
“Gguk—no, please! Please let me cum—need it so bad,” you sob, pride long since abandoned.
“I said shut up, fucking cumslut.”
He returns like a shadow, one hand wrapped around your throat, a knee wedging between your legs, grinding against your clit.
“Am I not enough for you? Don’t I give you everything you need?” he hisses, the slap of his hand against your soaked folds punctuating every word.
“Yes! Yes, you do! You’re all I need, Jeongguk—please, let me cum, I need to cum!”
He lets go of your throat. You gasp for breath, trembling with desperation.
But he’s already gone again, vanished into the quiet once more—leaving you writhing, needy, and dripping for him.
The ropes fall away from your wrists first, then your ankles, leaving behind a tingling sensation like ghost chains. You barely have a moment to breathe before his voice rumbles low and commanding.
“Turn over.”
You obey, the air cool against your sweat slicked skin as you roll onto your stomach. A firm grip on your wrists draws them behind your back once more—retied, restrained. The plush wedge that’s slid beneath your hips lifts you just so, ass perched high in the air, back arched in offering.
“Gguk, what are we—”
“Did I say you could speak?” His interruption slices through the dark like a blade. You bite down on your lip, choking back the moan that bubbles up your throat. Anticipation skitters down your spine like an electric current. You feel feral for him—need thrumming in every vein, your heart beating out a rhythm your body can’t ignore.
“You want me to fill you up, princess? Need dick that badly, huh?” He’s behind you now, one hand gripping the swell of your ass while the other parts your cheeks, exposing your drenched folds and twitching hole to the cool air.
“Yours,” you pant. “Only want you.”
Jeongguk groans low, pleased and ravenous. He knows what you need before you ask for it. He always does.
“Yeah? My greedy little thing.” His thumb trails through your slick, spreading it up over your tight ring of muscle. “Wanna be stuffed so full you feel me in your throat, huh?”
You shiver, a hot sound escaping as he circles your ass slowly, deliberately. The sensation is thicker than lust—it’s something darker, deeper, something that roots itself in your bones and grows.
“You like that,” he murmurs, voice laced with twisted delight as he watches more slick drip from your pussy. “You’re such a filthy girl for me. My perfect, dirty little princess.”
And then—pressure.
His thumb presses against your rim, slow and unrelenting, until the tight muscle begins to yield. You tense instinctively, hips jerking, but his hand on your back steadies you.
“Shhh, it’s okay. I’ve got you, baby.” He coos it like a lullaby, breath hot against your skin. “You’re doing so well for me. My good girl. Just relax.”
You moan—long, low, and desperate—as the thick digit pushes deeper. The stretch is sharp but thrilling, your walls fluttering from the unfamiliar fullness.
“More?” he asks, already knowing the answer.
“Please,” you gasp, arching back against his hand like a woman possessed. “More, Gguk.”
“Color?”
“Green,” you cry. “Green, green—I need it, please.”
He hums, dark and approving, and slides his thumb deeper, moving it slowly in and out of your clenching hole. Your cunt throbs around nothing, your body begging to be filled in every way it can.
You hear the slick pop of a lid, then feel warm globs of lube land on your skin in lazy drips. He rubs them in, spreading the slickness around your rim, thumb teasing you open again and again. Your moans are breathy now, unfiltered, as the tight ring of muscle yields to him.
You can’t see him, but you can feel the shift in the air when he starts stroking himself—slow, wet sounds of lube-coated flesh against flesh. Your stomach flips.
The blunt head of his cock nudges your hole.
You tense.
“Gguk? Wh-What are you doing?” Your voice trembles, laced with hesitation.
“Tell me to stop, and I will,” he says simply.
Your name on his lips lands like a weight in your chest—heavy, grounding. He means it. He always means it.
But you don’t want him to stop.
You trust him.
“N-No… don’t stop.”
His cock returns to your ass, head pressing in soft circles against your rim as one hand finds your pussy, fingers rubbing tight, rhythmic circles on your clit.
“That’s it, baby. Just breathe. Let me in, nice and slow. You’re my good girl, aren’t you?”
“Always,” you whisper, melting into his touch.
The pressure builds, and the head of his cock begins to push inside. It’s a slow burn, foreign and breathtaking, paired with the practiced strokes to your clit. He pushes forward inch by inch, and your body surrenders, clenching and fluttering around the intrusion.
“J-Jeongguk…” you whimper, already so full, so close.
He groans behind you, his voice strangled with restraint. “Fuck, princess… this ass is gonna ruin me.”
He stays still, letting you adjust, fingers never stopping their motion on your clit. Your walls begin to flutter—so close again. Your legs shake.
“‘M close… Gguk, I’m—” Your moan splinters as your orgasm crashes over you like a wave, long and rolling, each ripple dragging another cry from your lips.
“Shit,” Jeongguk hisses. He’s not even fully inside and you’re already cumming for him.
Once your body stops shaking, he begins to move—slow, shallow thrusts, coaxing your ass to accept him inch by inch. The stretch remains, but now it hums with pleasure, building into something raw and addicting.
“Fuuuuck, baby. You’re perfect,” he groans, hands gripping your hips tight as he finally buries himself inside you.
Your whimpers turn into moans—real, needy ones—your body instinctively rocking back into him.
He moves with more confidence now, pace quickening, hips slapping against your ass with wet, sinful sounds. The wedge keeps you elevated, forcing you to take every inch. You’re trapped between his body and the bed, utterly at his mercy.
“Gonna fill you up,” he growls, one hand slipping beneath you to rub your clit again, hard and fast.
“I–Gguk—I think I’m gonna–!”
“Yeah? Cum on my cock, baby. Show me how much you love being ruined.”
You cry out, vision going white as your second orgasm tears through you, louder, sharper than the last. Your hole tightens around him, and Jeongguk curses violently.
“Fuckfuckfuck—princess!” He cums with a shout, cock pulsing inside you, hot ropes painting your insides, claiming you completely.
He doesn’t stop.
Even as his orgasm fades, he keeps moving—softer now, fucking you through the aftershocks. His fingers return to your clit, rubbing slow, lazy circles.
You keen softly, too sensitive to handle it, but too blissed out to push him away. Another orgasm builds—sharp and shocking—and then explodes across your body, leaving you limp and trembling.
When you finally slump forward, boneless and trembling, Jeongguk catches you with careful hands, easing your weight down onto the wedge. His touch is slow as he unties your wrists, his thumbs brushing over the faint, reddened grooves the rope left behind. He doesn’t speak yet—just presses a kiss to the inside of your wrist, then to your temple, grounding you as your breath stutters its way back into rhythm.
The blindfold slips off next, and you blink slowly, vision adjusting to the dim golden light just in time to see his broad back retreating toward the ensuite bathroom.
“I’ll run us a bath,” he murmurs over his shoulder, voice low and warm. “You did so good for me, baby.”
There’s quiet pride in his tone, wrapped in something softer—adoration, maybe, or something frighteningly close to love. And before the water even starts to run, he’s back, tucking a warm blanket around your shoulders and cradling your face in his palms like he’s still worried he might’ve pushed too far.
“Let me take care of you now, yeah?” he says, gently brushing your damp hair from your face, his forehead resting against yours. “You’re mine to break—but you’re also mine to put back together.”
You hum, eyes fluttering closed once more.
Behind your lids, you still feel him—his warmth, his weight, his hands claiming you over and over again.
And in the corner of your blissed out mind, one thought curls up like a secret:
You’ll never belong to anyone else.
— — — — —
The water is warm and fragrant, infused with the scent of vanilla and brown sugar—your favorite combination. Jeongguk had started keeping your bath bombs stocked at his house without ever making a big deal out of it. The kind of quiet gesture that said more than his words ever could.
You’re nestled between his legs, back resting against the firm plane of his chest, your arms stretched lazily across his knees while his fingers trace idle circles beneath the surface. It’s peaceful here. Quiet. The kind of quiet that feels sacred.
Until he speaks.
“I don’t want to do this anymore.”
The words pierce through the steam thick air and sink straight into your chest, rooting themselves like lead in your lungs.
Your body stiffens before you can stop it, muscles tensing where you lie against him. You blink at the candles dancing along the tiled wall, refusing to move, to breathe, to react—because if you don’t acknowledge it, maybe it won’t be real.
You always knew this day would come. That Jeongguk—beautiful, untouchable Jeongguk—would eventually grow tired of sneaking kisses and hidden nights. That he’d outgrow you, just like the others before you, and move on to his next fleeting thrill.
And maybe it hurt more because, somewhere along the way, you’d started to believe you were different.
But what could you say?
You were never his to keep.
“Princess?” His voice is gentle, testing, but you don’t trust yourself to answer. Your silence seems to worry him more than any argument might’ve, and when his arms shift around you, the water sloshes in protest. A wave spills over the porcelain lip of the tub, splattering onto the floor, unnoticed.
He turns you gently until you’re facing him, your chest brushing his with each uneven breath. His features are muddled—blurred by steam, or maybe the tears clinging to your lashes. You hadn’t even realized you were crying until his thumbs brushed under your eyes, wiping away water with more water.
“Why are you crying, baby—? Oh. No, no, no. Shit. That’s not what I meant.” He panics slightly, eyes wide and fingers fumbling like he’s trying to put you back together. “I didn’t mean us. That’s not what I… fuck. I’m not good at this shit.”
He’s rambling now, the way he always does when he’s trying to fix something that’s slipping through his fingers. He leans in to kiss your cheek, lips warm and soft and a little desperate, the way someone might kiss a bruise they didn’t mean to cause.
You see it in his face—adoration, guilt, sincerity. You used to think he was a mystery, impossible to figure out. But now? He might as well be an open book.
“I meant I don’t want to sneak around anymore,” he clarifies, voice softer now, like he’s afraid of breaking something fragile.
You blink once. Twice. “What?” Your head tilts to the side, eyes wide, and he has to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from smiling. God, you were so fucking cute when you were confused.
He cups your cheeks in his hands, thumbs barely skimming your skin as he brings your face closer, so close your noses brush.
“I want to be with you,” he says simply. “You’re mine. No more hiding. No more pretending we’re strangers. I want to kiss you after a race in front of everyone. Even your brother.”
You wrinkle your nose in horror. “Ew. Why would you say that? That’s nasty.”
He chuckles, full and deep, his grin stretching across his face like sunshine breaking through a storm.
Your voice turns soft, almost childlike in its wonder. “You mean it?”
He doesn’t hesitate. Doesn’t need to ask what you’re really searching for. He leans in and kisses you—slow and certain, like a promise written in ink instead of pencil.
“What’d I say, baby?” he murmurs against your lips. “Make bad decisions, you deal with the consequences. You’re stuck with me.”
You giggle, bright and unguarded, and tug him back in. “If this is my punishment, I’ll happily do the time for the crime.”
Jeongguk pulls away with a groan, throwing his head back in laughter. Wet strands of hair sling droplets across your face and neck, but you’re too busy watching him—really watching him—to care.
He sobers only slightly, eyes finding yours again with that same unshakable intensity. One hand slips behind your neck, holding you there as if he’s afraid you might disappear.
“You’re so fucking cheesy, princess,” he whispers, brushing his nose against yours, “but I love it.”
You lean into him, fingers curling around his wrist, and for the first time in a long time, you don’t feel like you’re falling alone.
You feel like you’ve been caught.
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