warnings:rated M (18+) for language; depression; alcohol consumption; self-destructive behavior; mention of experiencing a panic attack; reader is pansexual; angst / fluff / feels; mentions of and alludes to smut; non-idol!AU - friends with benefits / lovers with Yoongi and JK; switches between JK, Yoongi, reader, and omnipresent POV
a–dick–ted au. It is recommended to read all other parts before this one, as it alludes to many moments in all the previous parts.
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“Why didn’t she want me?”
Day in, day out, skirting responsibilities, making excuses, his life and heart falling apart, promises broken, nothing mattering, friends trying to step in and him pushing them away, everything balancing on a thin, thin line, slowly, gradually, crumbling.
“What did I do wrong?”
Most nights, lost in a haze, playing the game of will he wake up tomorrow or not.
“Jungkook, get up.”
That tired voice, raspy with strain and pain, drifting down. Hands reaching under his armpits and hoisting him up with a grunt of effort, because he was bigger, younger, and stronger than the body trying to carry him, but he couldn’t bear it, couldn’t believe it, couldn’t standit.
He reached out for another beer, but a pale hand covered his, gently pulling his hand away, squeezing his fingers.
“You’ve had enough.”
The thinner body was holding up his fragile self, struggling. He clung onto it, clutching onto the leather and burying his face into the collar. Black hair. Pine, leather, whiskey.
“Hyung…”
That small, weak voice wasn’t his. It wasn’t. In his head, he was confident, happy, playful, holding her hand and dragging her to him, on top of his body once more, rough, wild, passionate kisses, warmth and desire, his forever dream, his never-ending moment.
“I’m here with you.”
He hadn’t even realized how loud the house was, bumping into people and stumbling as Min Yoongi dragged him along, holding him protectively, blurred faces and strange shadows all around, and he couldn’t look at the people around them, judging and scrutinizing, shaking their heads. He chose to stare into black hair instead. The stench of alcohol was so strong. It was disgusting, but he couldn’t avoid it. In his stomach, his mouth, his lungs, threatening him, drowning him from the inside out.
“I still…” he slurred, voice cracking, unable to finish.
“I know,” Yoongi said gruffly, but it was consoling somehow, the way he said it. “I’m right here with you.”
Yoongididknow.
When he closed his eyes, he could see it, her profile, the shape of her eyes, the tilt of her head and her cascading hair. The way she looked at his room, inspecting the music memorabilia, knowing they were all parts of him. The interest, the awe, the…
He would call her name and she would face him, those plush lips parting, looking right at him.
And he could feel it. He swore he could, and he said so that fateful day, slamming his fist to his wall, sliding down, the tears stinging his eyes, he swore that it was real, that look in her eyes.
Like she wanted him.
Like she needed him.
Jungkook swore to Yoongi he saw it in her eyes.
No.
That day didn’t happen.
It wasn’t real.
In his head, Jungkook was still there, in his apartment, clutching the photo behind his back, looking into her eyes and her looking back.
Like she loved him.
-
He had to close his eyes to see her, because she wasn’t there when he opened them.
She would knock on his door and he would open it and pull her in, her voice saying his name, a mixture of indignance and fondness, clutching his shirt, his hands flipping up her skirt, revealing her black panties at his front door before he closed it, pressing her body against it, deep, hungry kisses, her hands holding his face.
“Jungkook… I could have walked in on my own, you psycho.”
Her chastising him, but, somehow, she didn’t seem to mean it at all.
“Sorry, noona. I don’t care.”
And she would click her tongue, but she would pull him closer, his smirk against her inviting lips, already pulling her into the apartment, her hastily kicking off her black boots, him pulling off her jacket, sliding his hands up her thighs, moaning into her mouth at the softness of her ass, the way she filled his hands, perfect, always perfect, lifting her so she had to hold onto him, her arms wrapped around his neck, her hands tangling in his silver hair.
“Jungkook…”
Every second, every moment, so real he could almost taste it, taste the desire in her kiss, taste the lingering artificial sweetness of the gummy bears from her tongue, taste her skin on his lips and the way it vibrated with her moan, her thighs squeezing him, making him hard with that action alone.
His name, floating down to his ears.
“J-Jungkook…”
He couldn’t get enough, never.
He didn’t want anyone else, never.
He would whisper her name against her skin and she would shudder at the feeling of his tongue travelling across her throat, her moan filling his ears, his head, his heart.
“No one else but you.”
Jungkook would dump her on his bed where a large lump would grunt in annoyance, pulling down the blanket, small smile on that disgruntled face once he realized who it was, Jungkook pushing her up against Min Yoongi and her squeak of surprise.
“Yoongi? What are you doing here?”
His hyung pulling up her shirt, humming in response.
“Can’t stand being at mine sometimes.”
Unhooking her bra, tossing it aside, so Jungkook could lean down and scoop her breasts to his face, flickering his tongue over them as Yoongi tipped her head back to look into her eyes.
“More fun for you, right?” that raspy voice would taunt, deft tongue flicking between pink lips.
And he would watch, watch his hyung kiss her and feel her body strain under his teasing touch, her back arching, shoving her tits into his face, his lips closing around one of her hard nipples, so good, so delicious, Yoongi’s tongue playing with her mouth, whines buried in her chest.
The world could tell him no.
The world could tell him to wake up.
The world could tell him right from wrong.
But Jungkook would never believe it. He would never believe this was wrong, her in his hands and in Yoongi’s hands, her pressed up against them at the end of the night, her quiet breathing its own rhythm and song, the dreamlike melody of his days and nights and Jungkook would never want anything else like he wanted these moments.
Never.
In his world, it was just him, his hyung, and his noona.
Then, he would open his eyes and she wasn’t there.
It was him, his hyung, and the alcohol.
Staring into nothing, emptiness in his soul.
“I still want you…” Jungkook mumbled, crumpled in the hallway of some random house, the world around him alive, but he saw none of it, lost in the world in his head.
“Jungkook, get up.”
-
He thought he knew what the worst feeling in the world was.
He really did.
What a joke.
He had seen a lot of shit. He grew up yelling and fighting to create his music, straining relationships, severing ties. He met terrible people, got screwed out of time and money, went to bed hungry, heard of his friends’ arrests or, worse, their deaths. It tore him up, it crippled him from the inside, and it manifested as his darkness, the depths inside him that threatened to swallow him up when there were too many people, too many pressures, too many fears. All these, and he thought he had experienced the worst feeling in the world.
But he was wrong.
The worst feeling in the world was watching Jeon Jungkook throw up on the fucking grass, rubbing his back as he retched out the contents of his stomach, most of it being alcohol tainted with bile.
It was disgusting, pitiful, and it hurt him so, so very much to watch.
“H… Hyung…”
Fuck, his broken, weak voice hurt him even more.
He reached into his jacket and pulled out some paper napkins, handing them to the younger man to wipe his mouth as he looked around. He let Jungkook be for a quick moment as he rushed back into the house, pushing drunk people aside to find a cooler, snatching a water bottle from half-melted ice. The change in temperature shocked him for a moment before he gritted his teeth and strode back out, finding Jungkook walking alone, swaying and stumbling, bumping into cars, his silver hair matted and stuck to his sweaty forehead.
“Yoongi-hyung…?”
He sounded so lost.
Me too.
“Jungkook.”
He had to shake his shoulder for Jungkook to turn around. He had to unscrew the cap and bring the water to the shaking lips, tipping it slowly, letting the younger man drink. He had to tell him to swallow, otherwise it seemed like he wouldn’t.
It hurt him.
It was the worst feeling in the world, shoving Jungkook into a taxi, avoiding the disapproving look of the driver as he handed him the crumpled bills, dragging him back to the apartment building, going to the third floor and Jungkook furiously shaking his head, tears streaming down, please hyung, no,not back there, please, and him agreeing, walking past, up to the fourth floor, his chest tight as he opened his apartment, the corner unit, seeing his still-open bathroom door.
Mocking him.
The flash of memory, absolute panic and yanking the bathroom door closed, locking it, tearing at his skin, his clothes, sinking down into the tile, terror and loathing rolled into one, tormenting his mind and his soul, inner voices telling him he couldn’t do it, couldn’t perform on a stage with that many people and seeing so many eyes on him, telling him that he wasn’t good enough, that he deserved nothing good in this world.
It didn’t matter if they were lies because, in that moment, he couldn’t tell the truth from the lies anyway.
A tentative tap on the door, soft silvery voice cutting through the thoughts.
“Hyung? Are you okay?” Jungkook had asked. The doorknob rattled. “Do you need help?”
“Don’tcome in here,” he had growled, animalistic and in pain.
The rattling stopped.
He heard movement, as if someone had gotten to their knees. He heard weight; palms pressed to the wood. And then, gentleness, like a small light in his darkness.
“It’s okay, hyung. I’ll help you.”
Help? No one could help him. No one. No one did this to him. It was all him. It was all in his head.
“What do you need?” Jungkook had murmured quietly. “You can ask for anything. Anything. I’ll do my best to make it happen. I promise.”
He hadn’t replied.
Athunk, like a forehead to wood.
“Yoongi-hyung. Please. Let me help you.”
Despair.
Silence.
His mouth had opened and her name had drifted out like smoke.
“Okay, hyung. Okay. I’ll get her. I promise.”
We’re not a moment, right?
Now, the heavy weight on his shoulder slid down, almost falling to the floor, but Yoongi caught him, caught Jeon Jungkook’s drunken state and wrapped his arms around him, pulling him inside, leaning him against the wall and taking off his shoes, helping Jungkook out of his, his own self broken inside, but hauling the larger, younger man down the hallway to his bedroom, settling him on the bed and adjusting his head, Jungkook losing consciousness, lost in his dreams once more.
And no matter how much Min Yoongi wanted to fall apart, no matter how much he wanted to drink all of the whiskey inside this apartment and pass out along with Jungkook, hoping and praying that he never woke up, Yoongi did none of that.
He sat and stayed with his dreamer, brushing the silver strands out of his face, not falling asleep so he could be there for him in case anything happened. Because when he was at his lowest point, there were only two people that stuck by him and one of them was gone now.
Yoongi did not want to lose the other.
He reached over and placed his hand on Jungkook’s chest, feeling the firm thud-thud of his heart.
“We’re not a moment, right?” he whispered to the air, pain slicing into his frail voice.
Only now, when Jungkook couldn’t see him, did Yoongi cry.
-
He knew he should give up.
She was just like him, running from the nameless demons in her head. Misery loved company and all that shit. Sure, whatever. He thought she would be upset when he told her he had no interest in relationships, that he didn’t want to be her boyfriend, that he didn’t believe in love.
That was the first sign.
The little sting when he saw her expression after saying that. She seemed relieved. He brushed it off, as he always did. Only playing around, treating it like a high-stakes gamble instead of what it was. He knew he would get tired and give up, eventually. He always did, before her.
He didn’t give up.
Yoongi knew he couldn’t.
The second sign was how easily he remembered her favorite things.
The kiss that made her wet, the moments of daring ‘what-ifs’, the way he held her in his lap and made her grind on him in public, not letting her focus on anything else. People? Yoongi didn’t give a shit about people. It was only him and his girl.
The third sign.
His.
Girl.
The fourth sign.
Jeon Jungkook confronting him, admitting his dream girl he wanted to lose his virginity with. Consequences? Yoongi didn’t care about consequences. He only cared about how aroused he knew this was going to make his naughty girl. He lived his life without thinking about the future. He always had.
The fifth sign.
He liked it. Liked watching Jungkook do things to her, suggesting crazy shit, liked feeling her shiver after Jungkook wrecked her and then doing the wrecking himself, her fingers clutching his shoulders, her desperate kiss, asking for more in breathless whispers. It probably wasn’t right, but Yoongi didn’t give a shit, because when he was with her, it was paradise. When he was with her, there were no nameless demons to run away from.
And when she wasn’t there, when the demons came back, there was Jungkook.
Jungkook pulled him from his nightmares with his dreams, his plans, his ideas. Compelling him, distracting him, redirecting his energy.
The sixth sign.
Yoongi knew, this time, this time was different.
He was the one who took the first picture. He took it himself, on his phone when she wasn’t looking. He stared at that photo for hours, studying that profile, that face, those eyes, and he made a choice.
He told Jungkook.
And Jungkook to his own photo, as Yoongi knew he would, because Jungkook had never hid his desire in the first place. They printed them together. Wrote on the backs of them together. Held them nervously, together, looking into each other’s eyes.
Afraid.
The seventh sign.
The way she said his name.
Her eyes, his paradise, their never-ending moment and their forever dream.
And the shattering of his heart when she dropped the photos and ran. She was just like him. He would have run too. But it was different this time. This time, Yoongi was on the receiving end and he knew how much it hurt.
-
He knew the way people talked about him. That he was a bad boy, A playboy. That he didn’t care about anything. That he was a puny, good-for-nothing, shitty rapper. But he sold out venues, even if they were small.
That was him, Min Yoongi.
He could have walked away. Fuck it. This whole thing was crazy anyway. Didn’t make any fucking sense. It shouldn’t work and he shouldn’t try to make it work.
We’re not a moment, right?
He could have told Jeon Jungkook to get a fucking grip and stop moping, because fuck, he wasn’t moping like him, right?
Right?
Yoongi would tell himself that as he held fistfuls of sheets, soaking them with his eyes, stifling any sound he made, Jungkook snoring loudly above him. He would stop before the sun rose, getting up to wash his face and throw himself onto the bed, the stinging pain of keeping his eyes open finally too much.
Was it always going to be like this? Forever like this, this pain?
He hated it.
Therefore, Yoongi made a choice.
He chose to care.
Yoongi was not going to give up and he was not going to let Jungkook give up either.
-
“Hey, Jungkook.”
“Hey, hyung.”
It was a quiet exchange. Jeon Jungkook straightened out the collar of his black dress shirt and stood up, brushing off his slacks. He paused before unbuttoning the first three, then frowned, and rebuttoned one.
“Need you to come with me.”
“For what, hyung?” He tried to sound as bright as he could, but it was all play-pretend.
“I made a hair appointment for you,” Yoongi replied, sliding his hand under the neckline of his white t-shirt and rubbing his collarbone. He didn’t look at him directly. “Let’s go.”
“I don’t need a hair appointment,” Jungkook chuckled, running a hand through his silvery-blond locks, slightly brassy now from the lack of care, but nothing some water couldn’t fix. No one would notice if he simply pushed it back and away from his face.
“I already paid for it.”
“W… what?”
Yoongi clicked his tongue, shrugging on his black hoodie. “Come on. My friend needed the cash. You like coloring your hair.”
“I only colored it because…” The sentence trailed off and Jungkook gave Yoongi a pained look.
The older male reached over and grabbed his wrist.
“You have to break the cycle,” Yoongi said softly, staring into his eyes. “I really need you with me. Please.”
Jungkook gazed at him helplessly, all dressed up and nowhere to go, because the places he wanted to go were destinations in his dreams, with her.
“Please, Jungkook.”
The grip on his wrist tightened, Yoongi’s dark brown eyes glistening. He turned his head away, but forced himself to look back, holding Jungkook in his resolute stare.
A stare full of thinly veiled pain.
“I can’t do this alone.”
And how, Jungkook remembered. All of his dreams had Yoongi in them too.
For a moment, he had forgotten that. For many nights and many days, he had forgotten Yoongi was always there, holding him up when he was falling down, being his eyes when the world was blurry, hiding his sadness so Jungkook could wallow in his.
He lifted his other hand and placed it over the pale one.
“Okay, hyung. Okay.”
-
“How you seen someone who looks like this?”
The kid took the picture from him, big eyes looking bigger in his round, bug-eyed lenses.
“Yeah. It’s the pretty noona.”
The kid handed it back.
“But I haven’t seen her in a while. I’m sorry.”
Jeon Jungkook smiled soothingly and patted the kid on the head. “It’s okay. I haven’t seen her in a while either. That’s why I’m asking.”
He stood up, tucking his now purple hair behind his ear. The kid looked up at him, mouth slightly open, in awe of Jungkook’s height. The kid was sporting a t-shirt with a cartoon character on it and blue pants that were a little too short for him, a colorful patch on the shin. Jungkook bowed pointedly to him even though he was only a young child. The kid continued to stare. He was about to turn around before the kid spoke up again.
“She seemed really sad.”
Jungkook paused.
“I used my allowance to buy her gummy bears. Did you know? She always buys gummy bears when she comes here.” The kid sniffed, rubbing the back of his nose as Jungkook looked down at him, the words stinging his heart. “But she seemed so sad. Like she was hurting deep inside, but trying to hide it.” He lifted his head, blunt bowl cut bouncing, dashing over to Jungkook and tugging on his jeans.
“Is she okay, hyung?”
The worst part was, Jungkook didn’t know.
The kid bit his lip, shaking the leg of his jeans, his mother behind the counter chastising him, saying not to touch the customers, but Jungkook held his hand up, crouching down. The kid looked at him expectantly, waiting for an answer. He did not feel brave inside, but he tried to show that he was brave on the outside, smiling warmly, placing a reassuring hand on the kid’s shoulder.
“I’m going to make sure she’s okay. I promise.”
Was he promising this random kid whose mom worked at the gas station?
Or was he promising himself?
-
“Hey, young man.”
Yoongi stopped at the stairs, keys between his knuckles.
He turned around.
A guy in a dirty khaki jacket and torn jeans with a swollen purple eye and a bruised cut on his lip. He was holding an empty bottle of soju and something else. A small, plastic package.
Yoongi’s eyes widened.
“I heard, uh… I heard you were asking around for someone,” the guy mumbled, looking sheepish and out-of-sorts. “I think… I think I’ve seen her so I wanted to catch you and let you know.” He swallowed, sniffing hard and shaking his head, the flaps of his coat opening, revealing the Doraemon tattoo on his chest and many more. All cartoon characters.
The guy held out the gummy bears.
Yoongi lifted his own, speechless as the package fell into his palm.
“She was here… last night? Or the day before.” The guy scooted around, rambling on despite Yoongi not replying, standing at a random spot halfway to the stairs and the parking lot. “Just standing here. Holding the candy and this soju here.” He raised the empty bottle, pointing at the windows of the apartment complex. “Think she wanted to… But she didn’t. She handed these to me and drove away. Asked me to keep them.”
The guy scratched his head. Then he pointed at Yoongi, nodding, more to himself than to him.
“I think she’s a little like me…” the guy was saying, slightly incoherent. “Said… said her and her momma don’t talk anymore. Me neither, you know… she gave me up as a baby before I could even say ‘go ahead, bitch’… heh… hehehe… man… sucks…” He rubbed his lips and sucked in a tight breath, flinching in pain as he touched his bruised lip. “Anyway, I put some feelers out for you.”
Yoongi swallowed, clutching the gummy bears tightly, the crinkle of plastic cutting into his skin.
“W… why?”
The guy looked awkward, shifting his eyes.
“Dunno… I just… people are important, you know?” He winced, jerking his head away. “No… no one wants to look for me, heh. Only for the drugs.”
He shoved his hand into his dirty tan coat and wrenched out a handful of tiny bags, all with colorful pills in them. After a brief moment, he jammed them back into his coat, frowning.
“Don’t want her to end up like me.”
The guy with the Doraemon tattoo raised his head, looking at Yoongi. Underneath his coat, ribs poked out straining against colorful, inked skin. His teeth were crooked, a little yellow, but he smiled anyway, shrugging. A small light inside him, despite his appearance.
“Not when someone’s looking out for her, you know?”
-
You ran.
Ran through the cars, stumbling, searching for yours, chest tight, black hood falling off, black hair suddenly free, wild and tangled around you, dark waves shimmering in the moonlight and streetlight, the only lights you saw these days.
“Noona…?”
A broken voice, once silvery and mischievous.
You turned, seeing violet.
-
“Um…”
You looked up from your head hanging between your legs. The girl beside you smiled, moving the red lollipop between her teeth. You were sitting on the stone steps of the porch. The party inside was dying, everyone falling asleep or falling unconsciousness.
“I don’t want to admit this, but… thanks.”
You wiped her lipstick off your mouth with the back of your head. “What?”
“Well, uh,” she continued sheepishly, her voice flitting between raspy and silvery, a strange mix. “I broke up with my boyfriend earlier this week. Not because he did anything… but I did.” She rubbed the back of her head, white lollipop stick moving between her now pink lips, the red having been kissed off. “And I was gonna get wasted and fuck some dude, but I found you instead.”
You gave her a weird look.
She nervously laughed. “I didn’t bring protection. On purpose.”
You blinked, slowly.
She popped the lollipop out of her lips, tapping it in the air. It glistened with saliva.
“I thought maybe if I had a kid, I’d have some purpose.” She breathed out, heavy. “Stupid, right? Fuck, that’s so fucking stupid.” She scoffed, shaking her head before raising it to look at you. “But I found you and I realized how stupid I almost was. And you’re a better kisser too. You actually paid attention to me when I said it was too rough or that I wanted more. People who come to these parties, they’re not like that normally, you know? Nobody cares here. Everybody seems to forget people are still people when they’re drunk or being stupid.”
Your lips parted.
“So… thanks. You helped me realize that. I could have made a really dumb mistake.”
She scooted closer to you, laying her head on your shoulder.
“I’m gonna sit with you a little longer, okay?”
You looked down at her and she smiled back at you, gently.
-
“Hey, hyung, Jungkook.”
Park Jimin and Kim Taehyung, standing in the gas station Jimin worked at, waving the two over.
“Are you two supposed to be hanging out while working?” Min Yoongi muttered, raising an eyebrow at Jimin. Taehyung slid off the stool behind the counter and walked around it, adjusting his olive-green beanie, wispy brown locks sticking out of the bottom.
The blond man shrugged. “Eh, the manager isn’t gonna know. I’m off in an hour anyway.”
Jeon Jungkook ignored the exchange, heading straight for Taehyung, his long, tied-back purple hair giving him a fierce look. “You said you heard something,” he said impatiently.
“Mhm, I asked some old friends, and, mind you, I haven’t talked to these dudes in ages because they’re kinda shitty. But it turns out some people are already keeping an eye out for her, so I guess everyone in the scene was on the lookout. She’s been, er… hanging out on the far, far side of the city.”
Taehyung grimaced, holding up his phone. Blurry pictures, but there was no mistaking who and doing what. Right out in the open, familiar positions. Jungkook grabbed Taehyung’s phone, flipping through them, brows furrowed, intently focused on the screen.
“She has an MO. No dudes. But… yeah.”
Jungkook handed him his phone back, lips pursed.
“You said you might know where she’s going to be next. Where.”
Not a question. A statement.
Taehyung exchanged a look with Jimin. Jimin’s eyes flitted to Yoongi, who gave him an unreadable expression, but there was an intensity there, as if he too was demanding an answer.
“Are you sure, guys?” Jimin asked, his light voice laced with worry. “You might get hurt.”
“Been there, done that.” Yoongi brushed off the comment dismissively, still pointedly staring at Taehyung.
“You sure she’s worth all this?” The concern obvious in the baritone, uncomfortable.
Taehyung frowned. “Neither of you have ever been able to commit to people before. She’s clearly moving on. And besides… two of you and one of her… that’s just–”
Jungkook’s hands flew out, grabbing the front of Taehyung’s shirt, shaking him furiously.
“Tell me where.”
Taehyung opened his mouth to protest, but then he caught the emotion trapped in his dark chocolate eyes, the barely-there waver in his silvery voice.
At any moment, it seemed like Jungkook was going to break down.
Taehyung’s gaze flickered to Yoongi, but the older man simply ticked his chin to Jungkook. Yoongi was better at hiding it or perhaps it was because he wasn’t as close. But there was something in the older man’s stance, heavily guarding the delicate heart inside, invisible strings holding him up, so thin they seemed ready to snap, but Yoongi was holding on, obviously seeing something Taehyung couldn’t.
“Alright,” Taehyung finally said. “Alright, I’ll give you guys the address. It’s at the far side of the city.”
-
Purple hair, flushed cheeks, a lost look in chocolate eyes that were fixed on you, pink lips parted, mole underneath trembling with unease. White t-shirt, black cargo pants, and thick-soled black boots. His tattooed right arm made him stand out, along with his violet-colored hair. He took a hesitant step forward.
Fingers outstretched, trying to touch you.
Your eyes widened and you turned to run, but a firm hand closed around your wrist, yanking you to a mop of black hair and a pale face.
“We didn’t come all the way over here to have you run from us again.”
The anger in his dark brown eyes made you freeze, accusing you.
“Y… Yoongi…”
His name felt foreign to your lips, not having said it in weeks. You tried to pull away but Min Yoongi held on, gritting his teeth. Black and navy bomber jacket, white shirt, and distressed black jeans. How could you have known then – that thisoutfit would be the one that started it all?
“Who… how…?”
Yoongi scoffed, clicking his tongue. “A kid and a dirty guy with a Doraemon tattoo. Jimin, Taehyung. And even then, it took forever to find you.” He shifted, sighing heavily, eyes flickering to the moon, still clutching your wrist, almost painfully. And you saw it.
Pain, glistening behind the gates of his cold demeanor.
All of a sudden, a hard body collided into you, Yoongi letting go, strong hands spinning you around, grip on your upper arms so tight it felt like your flesh was bruising, your head jerking up, eyes wide, looking up to purple hair.
And tears.
Streaming down those high cheekbones, tan skin and quivering lips.
“Why?”
His silvery voice cracked as Jeon Jungkook shook you, harsh sobs racking his chest, drowning in his tears, your name on his lips, still so sweet in his pain, heavy, wheezing breaths as he struggled to speak, barely croaking out the words.
“Why didn’t you want me?”
-
Why didn’t they want me?
A question you asked all the time. To the busy, overworked adults preparing your meals and scolding you to follow their routines, dividing their attention among the unwanted. Then to the others, the same as you, the tossed aside, the other mistakes and secrets, just as lost and confused. No one could ever answer you, because there was no answer other than, they just didn’t.
And then.
Him.
Everybody said, Min Yoongi was a bad boy. Min Yoongi was a playboy. Min Yoongi didn’t care about anything. And neither did you.
There was no.
Reason to take anything seriously.
You couldn’t. And neither could he.
It took a dreamer to pull you and Yoongi out of the endless night.
-
Jungkook pitched forward, crying into your chest, smelling like laundry, the sea, and bitterness, large, hiccupping sniffles, wiping his tears and snot on your hoodie, and, as if by robotic knowledge of proper social etiquette, your arms raised, about to encircle him, but Yoongi slapped your hands down.
“Don’t you daretry to comfort him if you don’t mean it,” he snarled, glaring at you from behind Jungkook’s hunched-over form. “You hurt him enough.”
You froze at his hostile tone, his slap stinging your skin and your heart.
Yoongi clicked his tongue, jaw clenched. “Me, fuck, I don’t fucking matter. But Jungkook? Shit. He’s a fucking mess without you, drinking every night, blacking out sometimes, throwing up liquor and barely eating.” His pale hand came up and ran through his black hair tensely, anger streaked in his expression, tainting his handsome face. He sucked in a deep breath before facing you again.
“I thought you and I weren’t a moment.”
Jungkook’s tears were soaking through the fabric of the hoodie, drenching the space above your left breast.
“I told you I only felt right when I was with you or him.”
The harshness in dark brown eyes faltered, his deep, raspy voice softening, laced with hurt.
“I still feel that way.”
He closed his eyes, pale cheeks coated in moonlight and streetlights.
“Even if I shouldn’t,” Yoongi whispered, almost inaudible.
-
You scoffed.
“I don’t need anything. Or anyone.”
The girl with the lollipop chuckled, nodding lightly. “Yeah, well, maybe someone needs you.”
You said nothing, looking out to the lawn where some idiot yanked open a car door and vomited on the grass. Another guy was leaning against a lamppost, looking out onto the road, staring at his phone, seemingly waiting to be picked up.
“Hard to know, though. You can’t tell you need someone until they’re gone.”
For a long, long moment, you listened to the sounds. The party, the loud music, the lively yelling, the muddled conversations, glass shattering, vicious swearing, messy kisses. The sound of breathing at your shoulder, steady, rhythmic, beside you.
At this moment, it occurred to you.
This was wrong.
And you remembered a sunset, sitting on the roof of an apartment building, looking over the urban jungle, two heads on your shoulders, a different world.
The right ones.
You lowered your head. All the other times, you were always silent. Alone, staring at the Han River.
But not this time.
“Don’t… don’t know what to do…” you shuddered, collecting your knees in your arms, shoving your face in between your limbs, wetness sliding down your cheeks. “I’m such… a fuckup… so… stupid…”
A stranger’s hand rubbing your back soothingly, her voice a mix of raspy and silvery.
“Don’t cry…”
-
You placed your hands on Jungkook’s arms.
Pulled him towards you.
“Don’t cry,” you murmured softly. “Please don’t cry, Jungkook.”
He pressed his face into your breasts, shoulders shaking, arms wrapping around your waist, holding you so tight that it seemed like he never wanted to let go, wet sobs trapped against your chest. You placed your lips to the top of his purple hair.
“I’m sorry I ran away,” you said softly, lifting your head, seeing Yoongi standing behind Jungkook, swallowing hard. “I’m sorry, I… I couldn’t believe it. I was scared. Really scared of those words. And I didn’t know what they really meant, not until…”
You can’t tell you need someone until they’re gone.
“I didn’t understand what it meant to love.”
You looked down, seeing that beautiful face stained with tears, his skin blotchy and flushed. You reached between you and Jungkook to wipe his tears, your fingertips becoming soaked with the river of despair inside him.
“I couldn’t believe that you two were okay with it, this crazy arrangement.”
“I said I wanted it,” Yoongi muttered.
“That’s not the same, Yoongi,” you chuckled wryly, raising your head to look at him, holding Jungkook’s cheek, feeling his larger hand coming up to press your palm against his skin. Your gaze faltered, not really looking at the destroyed lawn of this party house, but somewhere else, in the depths, into the past that haunted you, the only world you thought existed, the one that constantly betrayed you and didn’t want you. “Like how I thought I grew up and changed, but I didn’t change at all.”
Silence except for Jungkook’s sniffling.
“Neither did we,” Yoongi snorted. “He’s went back to being a drunkard and I went back to sulking in the corners of these shitty parties, skirting free alcohol.”
You frowned, clutching the white t-shirt. “He’s not a drunkard.”
Jungkook laughed, moist and hoarse, wiping his nose on your hoodie. You made a face at him, slightly disgusted. Maybe you deserved it. He looked up, chocolate eyes glistening. Your breath caught in your throat, confused how someone like you could make someone like him feel this way. You carefully patted his eyes dry with your sleeve, dabbing at his wet lashes. His lower lip trembled and he leaned in, stopping just above your lips.
Fear.
Him and you.
“I want to know you want it too,” Jungkook shuddered, clearing his throat.
You looked back at him, lips parting, heart thudding in your chest, uncomfortable, oppressive, but this time, this time you didn’t run away.
Because this time, you knew how much it hurt.
You closed the distance.
“I want it. All of it.”
You kissed him, long and deep, your euphoria, your forever dream, and Jungkook kissed you back, desperate, hungry, grabbing your shoulders and kissing you again and again, wet, sloppy kisses, taking your breath away. Every kiss, every touch, familiar, right. Emotion flooded your ribcage, threatening to burst, but you had something to do, someone equally as important, so you placed your hand on his chest, stopping him, exhaling one word in his mouth.
“Yoongi.”
And Jungkook backed off, still sniffing, chewing on his lip and wiping his eyes with the backs of his hands, nodding in agreement, giving you the space. You faced him now, so used to running away that this felt strange, but you did it anyway, looking into his sharp, cat-like eyes.
Min Yoongi.
Stolen touches, mere moments, becoming bolder and bolder, until the ante was so high it was impossible to cross, and yet Yoongi had crossed it that fateful night when he asked you to take Jungkook’s virginity, and, without you knowing, without him knowing…
This, whatever thiswas between you and him, was no longer a moment.
He shoved his hands in his pockets. “I’m still pissed at you.”
You sucked in a breath. “Yeah, well, I do bad things.”
Yoongi curled his lip, narrowing his eyes. “You’re supposed to do them with me. You said you would. Or did you forget?”
You glanced down at the ground, then back up. “You’re right. I’m sorry.”
Yoongi clicked his tongue and exhaled hard. He looked away from you, but then abruptly jerked his head back, stepping forward, closing the distance, his hand coming up to circle around your head, long fingers burying themselves in your hair, glaring disapprovingly. He held you in place, forcing you to look into his dark brown orbs shadowed by black hair.
“Ah, shut up.”
And then he kissed you hard, brows furrowed, whispering into your lips, I’m sorry too, and you smiled helplessly, one of your hands resting on his waist, pulling him closer, your song, your never-ending moment, pine and leather and Yoongi, him saving you and you saving him, protecting each other from the nameless demons in your respective heads, although neither of you wanted to admit it. He ran his fingers through your hair, familiarity and comfort, letting out a puff of breath. He looked embarrassed, dark eyes shifting brusquely. His other hand touched your right, wrapping his fingers around yours.
“Let’s go home.”
Another took your left, squeezing it tightly. You looked up to see Jungkook’s still-red cheeks and sheepish smile. “You want to come home with us, noona?” he tried to tease, but it sounded more endearing than playful.
You raised an eyebrow, locking your fingers with theirs.
“Is it still called going home with you if I’m the one taking you there?”
-
epilogue:awake
You awoke to soft lips on yours. Tattooed fingers stroked your cheek, long strands brushing your forehead, silvery voice murmuring your name. You opened your eyes to black hair, cat-like, dark brown orbs looking at you under lowered lashes. His lips on yours, the scent of pine, his soft exhale of your name on your skin, making you shudder. Another pair of your lips pressed against your ear, his body hovering over yours and his.
“Yoongi.”
He smiled against your lips.
The bad boy that changed everything.
Your never-ending moment.
Four, eight, six.
“I love you,” you whispered softly, shivers running through you, the words foreign and alien, but you said them anyway, because they were the most special words in the world and you wanted to give them to Min Yoongi.
He chuckled, ears flushing pink, eyes shifting before focusing back on you, repeating it just as quietly, because he, too, wanted to give them to you, not written down, but from his mouth, giving voice to his heart.
“I love you.”
Why did it feel so nice, hearing those words in that raspy, deep voice? Why did it make your heart beat so fast? Why did it hold you and trap you, and why did you want to be trapped, trapped in this melody, these lyrics, this song, this never-ending moment?
Yoongi nudged you, indicating you to look to your left. You turned your head, looking up, seeing dark brown eyes, his purple locks brushing against your cheeks, the mole underneath his lower lip quivering. You reached up and touched his cheek gently, fitting your palm along his chiseled jaw, his own hand still cupping your cheek, naked body on top of yours.
“Jungkook.”
He leaned into your hand, smiling.
The wrong guy who turned out to be the right guy to pick up all along.
Your forever dream.
Four, eight, six.
“I love you,” you breathed, looking into those chocolate orbs, reminded of how much Jeon Jungkook liked you and how he always showed it. For him, you were always his dream and everyone knows that in your dreams, you don’t have to lie or hide. All this time, letting you see him like you, adore you, love you, avoiding the words because he didn’t want to hurt Yoongi, because he wanted his hyung to decide how this was going to go.
Jungkook always knew that Yoongi loved you, maybe even before Yoongi knew it himself.
Now, you finally said the words, giving him what he so very badly wanted to say, and now he could finally, finally say them back to you.
“I love you.”
He leaned down, a delicate kiss on your lips, smelling of laundry and the sea.
For a long, long time, you had wandered, small hands that became big ones, never having another to hold, living on artificial sweetness, missing a safe place, the place to go back to. But Min Yoongi and Jeon Jungkook changed that.
For you, they were what love really meant in this world.
summary:Kim Taehyung really regrets setting up his best friend with Jeon Jungkook, mostly because instead of dealing with one insufferable asshole, he now has to deal with two. He just wants you to come to his art exhibit and support him, and you show up looking like a pimp with Jungkook looking like your escort, sigh.
warnings: rated M (18+) for language; you’re a cocky asshole and so is Jungkook; schemes, please save Taehyung; graphic descriptions of various sex acts, smut (fem reader, making out / dry humping / fingering in a public bathroom, threesome smut, mild restraint, nipple play, m-receiving oral, ass / pussy spanking, double penetration / spit-roast, facial, mild dom/sub themes, somuch kissing); non-idol!BTS; fuckboy!Jungkook x bisexual, fuckgirl!reader; ft artist, best friend!Taehyung
yup, it’s Butter purple-haired ponytail JK and orange suit Taehyung
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“You have gotto be kidding me!”
“Oh, hey, Tae. How’s it going?”
“Hey, hyung.”
The voices, one irritated, one pleased, one mischievous, all three looking like the epitome of trouble and the eventual subjects of someone’s wet dream.
Kim Taehyung marched over to you, purely indignant, his previous honey-brown hair now dyed to the color of black coffee, the long curls pushed back to reveal his forehead. One stray lock brushed against his dark, sculpted brows that were currently furrowed in annoyance. He stopped in front of you and your boyfriend, hands on his hips. He looked handsome as hell in a tailored orange creamsicle suit and gold earrings, white dress shirt neatly pressed.
“Why are you dressed like a pimp?” Taehyung hissed, jabbing your left breast through your dress. “Why are you dressed like his pimp?!” he added, pointing at Jungkook’s smirking face.
You blinked innocently at Taehyung, lifting your oversized black fur coat sleeve to place a delicate hand on your chest, completely unbothered by his harsh reaction to your appearance. Your nails were a gradient from black to white, ever-so-slightly pointed, but not too long to be inconvenient.
Just enough to show you meant business.
Oh, and also you were wearing mock-neck, halter-style minidress that faded from black to white, molded to your every curve. It perfectly matched Jungkook’s gradient black-to-white suit. Every step was accented with a sharp click, you in sleek black high-heels and him in glossy black oxfords, dangerous from head-to-toe.
Yes, Jungkook and you were thatcouple.
“Is that a t-shirt?” Taehyung snapped, switching to prodding Jungkook’s pecs, who grinned in response. You shrugged, the shoulders of your fur coat sliding down so that it now rested on your elbows, exposing your shoulders.
“He thought about not coming with one, but I advised him the other visitors would be too distracted by his sexiness to view your art,” you explained, bowing as if you had done a great service.
“And I told her they would be to distracted with her amazing legs, but it’s better not to cover them because I like looking,” Jungkook chuckled, placing an arm around your waist and pulling you to him possessively.
Taehyung facepalmed.
“I regret paying matchmaker to the two biggest egos I know,” he mumbled through his fingers, glaring at the two of you.
“Hey, we kept it low profile. Neutrals.”
Taehyung pointed to your boyfriend’s hair, pulled back into a sleek ponytail. “Hello? His hair is fucking purple.”
You waved his comment away dismissively. “Well, besides that.”
“You’re a class-A asshole.”
“Still makes me high class,” you replied with a wink.
“This is really nice, hyung,” Jungkook cut in between your bickering. “There’s quite a lot of people here already. I didn’t know you were so talented and popular. As expected from my girl’s best friend, eh?”
Taehyung winced, rubbing the back of his neck, ears turning red. “Eh… it’s not a big deal…” he muttered, but you could tell he was enjoying the praise.
“Of course, it is, Tae,” you chuckled, pulling out of Jungkook’s grasp to hug him, squeezing him between your fur-covered arms. “You’ve worked so hard to be able to display your paintings at such a nice venue. I’m proud of you.”
Taehyung laughed shyly, hugging you back. “Ahaha… thanks, as usual.” He planted a light kiss on the top of your head. “I’m happy you guys came.”
You grinned. “Indeed. You needed visitors to match the space,” you drawled, sweeping your arms in a grandiose gesture to the glass cases of Taehyung’s paintings, crisp white walls, and black marble flooring.
Taehyung rolled his eyes, smiling despite being over your antics. “Not sure I need a high-end escort and his pimp sauntering around…”
“When are your parents arriving? I want to introduce them to Jungkook,” you interrupted, tugging on Jungkook’s arm and making his cheeks flush pink.
“Likethis?! Are you serious, my parents are going to have a heart attack once they realize there’s a male version of you!”
“Aw, come on, your dad loves seeing me!”
“That’s because you both are always up to no good… fucking always pulling pranks on me… I’m actually glad they’re stuck in traffic now…”
-
You slid your thumb into his mouth, smirking as you heard his muffled whine. He was trying to stay quiet, staring down at you with half-lidded eyes, whimpering as you rubbed his tongue with the pad of your finger. One of your legs was hooked around his waist and he was holding it up with one hand. His other between your legs, fingers hooking underneath your panties.
“Fuck, I love looking at you, Jungkook,” you whispered, leaning forward, shuddering at the feeling of his saliva pooling around your thumb, your own tongue snaking out and tracing the air right between his open lips.
Jungkook moaned softly and shoved two fingers inside your tight, wet pussy.
You pulled your thumb out and crashed your lips to his, letting your satisfied exhale into his throat, your name trapped between his lungs and your hungry mouth, kissing him deeply as he plunged his fingers in and out, pressing your body into the wall of the bathroom stall. Shivers up and down your spine, back arching to feel even more of his chest against yours, frustrated at the clothing between you and him, but still hot and exciting, your hands circling his head and playing with his ponytail, rolling your hips into his rough thrusts.
You tried to break free and moan, but Jungkook captured you with his lips, forcing your noises into his mouth to silence them, rubbing his erection against your hip and thigh, the sound between your legs getting louder because you were getting wetter, closer, your eyes cracking open and seeing his half-open too, staring at you with lust and love, determined to push you over the edge, even in the men’s bathroom where Kim Taehyung’s art exhibit was being held.
Hey, you both waited until you had a nice, long conversation with Taehyung’s parents where his mom drilled Jungkook with questions about what he did and what kind of person he was. His dad, in contrast, seemed to approve of Jungkook and gave him a hearty slap on the arm, telling him trouble and trouble often went well together. Then you and Taehyung’s dad had a praise fest about his son, which made Taehyung turn beet-red in embarrassment. Both of you meant it all, of course.
But, also, both of you enjoyed embarrassing Taehyung in public. It was fun.
Yeah, dads lovedyou.
You couldn’t imagine why that was.
All that aside, after Taehyung’s parents bid their son goodbye, Jungkook dragged you into the men’s bathroom and began to make out with your face.
He contained himself for a few hours. It was a valiant effort, living off only groping your ass a couple times, but a man can only take so much when you’re looking like a five-course meal and he’s aware that you’re willing to let him eat, you know?
No? Oh, well.
Maybe that’s just yourproblem.
Also, yes, maybe you discreetly teased him a couple times by rubbing your ass on his crotch and pressing your tits against his back. Maybe.
You lowered one of your hands, cupping your fingers around his length, sighing in his mouth, feeling how perfectly rock-hard he was, knowing you couldn’t have it and he couldn’t give it to you, not yet, but soon, his deep snarl at your touch, fuck, kisses intensifying, shoving his fingers into you all the way to the knuckle, the wet squish audible and obscene, the adrenaline of danger and satisfaction creeping you closer and closer to your high. His thumb came up and grazed your clit, making you close your eyes and rock your hips into his touch, moaning his name into his own mouth, his force of his fingers pushing his thumb against your throbbing clit hard and fast, the scent of black coffee and lush dragon fruit on his skin and yours, mixing with the sweetness of your orgasm as you wailed in glorious triumph, clutching his head with your hand and his waist with your leg, your other one shaking with strain as each pulse shook you, squeezing his clothed length in your hand, wanting it and pulling back to tell him just that in hot whispers, his soft moan against your mouth, whispering back, your name and his desire, his dark brown eyes nearly black with lust.
“Shit, you know how bad I want to fuck you, right now,” Jungkook panted.
“Please don’t.”
Huh?
You raised an eyebrow at the annoyed baritone voice. “Taehyung?”
“Do you know how long I’ve been standing here, knocking on this bathroom stall, you absolute horndogs?”
You heard him gritting his teeth, his voice nearly a deep growl. You did what any natural person would do.
Reached over and unlocked the door, letting it swing open to reveal your and Jungkook’s grinning faces.
His fingers remained very firmly inside your pussy, barely covered by the hem of your dress. You swept your arm back so your fur coat was out of the way. Always considerate. Taehyung stood at the opening of the door, hands on his hips, orange blazer flaring out with his posture, immediately throwing up his hands and jerking his head away once he realized that, yes, of course, you two would not bother covering up anything.
“Fucking – shit, get your hands off her, man, go home to do that–”
Jungkook began to slide his fingers out, scissoring them with a wet squish and you mewled, slightly exaggerated and performative.
“Oh my God, never mind, stop, leave them in there,” Taehyung snarled, realizing he was facing the mirror and therefore could still see both yours and Jungkook’s smug smirks. He abruptly turned ninety degrees, now facing the wall, giving you both the side eye. “The fuck is wrong with you people? Do you have any decency?”
“Sure, we do,” you chirped.
“Yeah, that’s why we’re in the bathroom,” Jungkook added, softly rubbing your clit and making you bite your lip, enjoying it very, very much.
A muscle in Taehyung’s eyebrow twitched. “Public bathroom,” he snapped, rubbing his forehead. “Fuck, what if it wasn’t me who walked in here? What if It was some goddamn stranger listening to this shit?”
“Speaking of which,” Jungkook mused, cocking a brow. “Normal people would just leave. Why did you stay and listen?”
You didn’t say anything. You were simply happily grinding on his hand, the gentle pressure creating a constant ecstasy that you were completely satisfied with, one hand hooked around Jungkook’s neck, waiting for Taehyung to answer with a huge, amused grin on your face. Taehyung knew everything about you.
It almost meant you knew everything about Taehyung.
He rolled his eyes. “You act like I’ve never heard her orgasm before. Big fucking deal.”
Jungkook gave him a pair of incredibly wide eyeballs that indicated that, yes, that waskind of a big deal.
“Tae was my first kiss.”
“What?’ Jungkook blurted, snapping his head back to you.
You shrugged. “We were, like, eight. Just wanted to know what kissing was.”
Jungkook blinked very rapidly, stunned.
His two fingers were still inside you.
You scrunched up your face, thinking. “We were also each other’s first head and fuck too. Although it wasn’t very good.”
“Youwere a bit shit,” Taehyung interjected.
“It took you five whole minutes to aim. Even a watermelon would be dry at that point.”
Jungkook was still trying to process that you were each other’s first kiss with his fingers knuckle deep in your pussy. “W… What? Why aren’t you guys dating?”
You snorted. “I can’t do that. He’s like my brother.”
Taehyung stuck his tongue out. “And she’s like my sister. That’s weird.”
Jungkook finally yanked his fingers out of you and threw out his hands in disbelief. “And being each other’s first times for – shit, basically everything–isn’tweird?”
Your eyes flickered to Jungkook’s soaked fingers, your cum stuck between them in viscous strings. Ooh, sexy. You licked your lips, breaking out in a pleased smirk. Taehyung spied what you were looking at and facepalmed. Jungkook seemed to notice too and turned to look at it, suddenly forgetting the whole discussion.
And put his cum-covered fingers into his mouth, moaning deliciously around them.
Taehyung made a horrified face in the mirror, making eye contact with you.
“Um,gross!”
“Eh, shut up, Tae, not like you haven’t done it in front of me before.”
“Well, I don’t wanna watch Jungkook do it,” he shot back, spinning around to glare at you. “He’s your boyfriend!”
You quirked an eyebrow. “You’ve seen other guys do it before when we’ve had threesomes. Plus, you’ve watched me open my mouth with other men’s cum in it so you could cum in my mouth too.”
Jungkook choked on his own fingers.
“WHAT?” he roared.
“You weren’t serious about them!” Taehyung flicked his hand, completely ignoring Jungkook. “And you’re my go-to when the girls I’m seeing want to experience a threesome, so I was just doing you a favor!”
Your boyfriend was having a mild heart attack and neither you nor Taehyung seemed to notice, too busy bickering about your strangely integrated sex lives.
“What’s the difference? It’s just Jungkook. You guys are friends.”
“Yeah,extra reason why I don’t want to sit around and imagine him slurping from your vagina. I gotta look into his eyes later!”
You raised your hands, shaking your head. “So what? You’ve seen my other sex partners in public and never said much about it. Why are you making such a fuss now?”
“Because!” Taehyung flung his hands, stamping a foot on the tile floor in frustration, his handsome features twisted into despair, hands on his head and messing up his dark brown hair. “Because you’re going to stop being my friend now that you’re serious about someone and I can’t do anything about it because that someone is Jungkook and I actually like the guy! I’m fucking happy for you and shit, but, fuck, fuck, what am I gonna do when you’re not in my corner anymore?”
Your jaw dropped, shocked.
“Tae, what are you talking about–?”
He spun around, about to run out, but you were faster, grabbing his arm and pulling him back, yanking him into a fierce hug. And, just like that, Taehyung was that awkward, weird kid in elementary school again, not wanting to admit he was scared and frightened of the big mean boys teasing him about his odd drawings and strange thought processes, calling him a dorky alien. He grabbed your shoulders, shivering, holding back tears.
“No one’s gonna protect me…” Taehyung sniffed, burying his face in your hair. “If you’re gone, I can’t be brave…”
“Hey, you know that’s not true,” you chastised lightly, squeezing him. “You’ve become strong, all on your own. You know that. That whole exhibit is filled with yourart. You even got offers to buy some of your pieces. Isn’t that amazing?” You pulled back and placed your hands on Taehyung’s cheeks, smiling up at him kindly. He still looked gloomy and uneasy, lower lip sticking out. “Come on, you know I’m right, Van Gogh,” you teased, pinching his cheeks a little. He fidgeted, frown lessening. “I will always, always be in your corner. No matter what. No guy is going to make me stop being friends or supporting you. You need me to knock someone’s front teeth out, give me the time and place and I got your back.”
“That’s going to send you to jail,” he muttered, smiling slightly.
“Then I’ll go to jail. That’s just glorified detention because they give you free meals.”
He laughed, still with a tinge of anxiousness. “You promise you won’t stop being my best friend over some guy?”
You grinned. “You’ll always be my best friend, Tae. I just happen to really enjoy his company and his dick. You know, a girl has needs.”
He stuck his hand out childishly, pinky sticking out. “Pinky promise me.” Then he stuck his other hand out. “Actually, double pinky promise me.”
You crossed your wrists over each other and pressed your pinkies to his, squeezing his hands tightly.
“I promise I’ll always be your best friend.”
“Uh, guys, you’re kinda making me feel like a third wheel…”
Jungkook might as well have been a bathroom sink to Taehyung and you in this moment.
Taehyung nodded firmly to you. “Okay. You promised. You better keep it.”
You rolled your eyes. “When have I ever broken a promise to you?”
“Hmm, I guess you’re right…” All of a sudden, he looked down at your hands and wrenched his own out of them. “Oi! Where have those hands been, young lady?” He looked at his open hands with a repulsed scowl. “You better not have touched his dick and then my hands without washing yours! That’s disgusting!”
“Hey, I take offense to that,” Jungkook retorted heatedly. “My dick is perfectly clean and she didn’t get to touch me yet because you busted in and interrupted us–”
“What are you going on about, you’ve touched my hands after I’ve given handjobs! I didn’t hear you complaining!”
“He’s done what–?”
“I keep telling you that’s different, this is Jungkook, a man you actually love, and here I thought you were incapable of that.” Taehyung spoke over Jungkook, jabbing his finger into his palm to drive his point home. “You get that sparkly shit in your eyes when you talk about him and it makes me want to puke–”
“I do not get sparkly shit in my eyes, what the fuck does that even mean?”
“You literally will not shut up about how pretty he is!”
“He is pretty! Lookat him!” You banished your arms in Jungkook’s direction like he was your first-place trophy on display, which he might as well be at this point with how much attention either of you were giving him. At least he looked the part.
Taehyung rolled his eyes exaggeratedly, throwing his whole head back. “I can give you pretty. You’ve been telling me I’m handsome all my life.”
“Why don’t we just have a threesome?”
Silence.
Both you and Taehyung jerked your heads to Jungkook, jaws dropped at his suggestion.
The door to the men’s bathroom opened and an old man bounced in, humming to himself.
He saw you.
He stopped, tilting his head. Then he looked from Jungkook to Taehyung and wiggled his eyebrows.
“Love triangle or sexy night, boys?”
Taehyung choked on air. “Not a love triangle.”
“Oooh, sexy night.” The old man gave you two thumbs up. “I’d love to join, but I’ll back out this time.”
You laughed heartily as Jungkook and Taehyung grabbed your arms, pulling you out of the men’s bathroom, not about to discuss a possible threesome in front of some old guy who vaguely offered to make it a foursome.
You made sure to give the old man a wink, sticking your head back in the open door to say, “Maybe next time, eh?”
The old man cackled and Taehyung slapped a hand over your mouth, dragging you out.
“Pleaseshut up, I fucking swear…”
-
“So, why is it different?”
Somehow both you and Jungkook had dragged your best friend into your apartment and tied him to a chair. One of those nice wooden ones with plenty of openings to slip cotton rope through. Probably not what Kim Taehyung thought he was going to do right after his art exhibition, but judging by his peeved, unsurprised face, it wasn’t a completely unexpected result either.
You had pulled up another chair to sit in front of him, still wearing your fur coat, knees between his knees, mostly because Taehyung was forced to spread them because of how you tied the knots.
“I think I hate you,” Taehyung muttered.
“Nah.”
“At least a little bit.”
You slipped the shoulders of your coat down, exposing your skin, casually crossing your arms under your breasts and leaning forward, smiling sweetly at Taehyung. His dispassionate face basically said, ‘go-suck-your-own-dick’. He tried to pulled his arms free.
“Don’t rip your blazer.”
“Bite me.”
“You gonna answer my question?” you asked, redirecting the conversation.
Taehyung clicked his tongue. “I told you. It’s because I can tell you love him.”
You broke your playful demeanor for a second, smiling broadly. “Really?”
He chuckled. “Yeah, you dork.”
“I don’t know if I’ve ever felt like more of a third wheel in my entire life even though you’re talking about how much you love me,” Jungkook said behind you. He was sitting on the couch, as the chairs had been repositioned in the living room.
Taehyung pursed his lips. “That’s why I got scared, you know…” He leaned forward a bit, pouting. “What if you spend so much time with him that you forget about me? What if you guys break up and you blame me?” If he was untied, he would be nervously picking at his lower lip with his right hand right now. Instead, he chewed on it, worried expression clouding his strong features.
You shook your head, reaching out to fluff his brown hair. “You think too much. Why would I blame you over a breakup? If anything, I’d be dragging you out so you can help me keep a record of how many people I can fuck in a night.”
Taehyung made a face. “Why can’t you be normal and cry while eating chocolate?”
“You know I don’t like chocolate.”
“You don’t like chocolate?” Jungkook choked in disbelief.
“I have to fuck my problems away, Tae. That’s the best way to deal with them.”
He rolled his eyes. “You need to see a therapist.”
“Nah, I got you.”
Suddenly Jungkook’s face appeared because you two, sitting on the coffee table.
“How do you not like chocolate?” he pressed, staring at you.
You blinked at him. “I mean, I don’t hate it. I’m just not crazy about it like some people. Isn’t that better for you? I can give you all the chocolate that I receive.”
This thought didn’t seem to have crossed Jungkook’s mind. He grinned, highly pleased with this result.
“You’re even going to give him your chocolate?” Taehyung gasped, affronted. “That’s it, this friendship is over. I can’t believe you would betray me like this!”
You placed your hands on his knees. Taehyung huffed.
“You want me to untie you now?” you asked, patting his thigh and ignoring his dramatic outburst.
“Why? I thought we were going to have a threesome.”
Both you and Taehyung whipped your heads to blink at Jungkook. He smiled innocently, which did not look innocent at all with his sleek purple ponytail and mischievous eyes.
“Nobody agreed to that.”
“Yeah, Jungkook,” you sided with Taehyung. “Nobody agreed to that.”
“Aw, come on,” he nudged, grinning. “You guys have obviously touched each other before, right? And I can totally trust hyung not to fall in love with you.”
“Because my preferred type wouldn’t hump me in a public bathroom,” your best friend muttered.
“I’m sensing judgement here, Kim Taehyung. Watch your mouth,” you warned.
“Choke on my dick.”
“We can start with that,” Jungkook chirped cheerfully.
“Why do you want this, anyway?” You narrowed your eyes at your boyfriend. “You never expressed any interest in threesomes before. I assumed you were too selfish for that.”
“I am.”
You raised an eyebrow.
Jungkook grinned devilishly.
“But I also wanna see you get spit-roasted.”
“Don’t–” Taehyung began.
Jungkook spread his legs, revealing his erection straining in his slacks. Taehyung snapped his head away, groaning an annoyance, disappointed but not surprised that your boyfriend had zero shame. Jungkook bit his lower lip, tiny mole underneath quivering, excitement and lust in his dark brown eyes, looking right at you eagerly. He purred your name. Taehyung visibly cringed.
“You know I would…” you drawled softly, reaching over to squeeze Jungkook’s thigh. “But I don’t think Tae is into it right now.”
“Yeah, I’d only do it if I was horny and desperate.”
“Then why do you have a boner?”
Both you and Taehyung whipped your heads down to see his dick trying to bust out of his pants.
He glared at it. “You traitor.”
“Are you talking to your dick?”
“Look,” Taehyung snapped, letting out a puff of breath and frowning at Jungkook. “I’m not immune, okay? She’s hot, sure. Absolutely one of the sexiest, most beautiful women I know.”
“Aw, so sweet!” you interrupted, smacking his leg in mock bashfulness.
“And,” he gritted, shooting you a scowl. “I might be horny and desperate, sure.”
“So, what’s the problem?” Jungkook inquired, smug smirk on his face.
“Well, you’ll get jealous, for one.”
Jungkook blinked, confused. “What?”
“Taehyung has a big dick.”
You said it so nonchalantly that Jungkook was speechless.
“Mhm.”
“Not as nice as Jungkook’s dick though.”
“Excuseme? I am offended.”
“You honestly need to improve your technique. You think your size alone is all that matters? Jungkook’s the whole package, great dick, cute smile, diligence, strength, always up for anything, perfect duality–”
“Shit, shut upabout him, I get it, he’s the hottest thing to walk on this earth, now stop verbally jerking him, he’s not gonna agree–”
“Kiss him.”
You and Taehyung froze.
Eyes flickering to Jungkook, who raised an eyebrow challengingly.
“Kiss him,” he repeated.
Eyes back to Taehyung, who was breathing hard.
“Onlybecause I’m horny and desperate,” he growled.
The corner of your lips ticked upwards.
“Got it bad, eh, Tae?”
You placed your hands on his thighs, sliding down, rising off your chair. You felt Taehyung’s muscles tense, narrowing his eyes. He tried to keep up his severe front, borrowing your tendency to use arrogance to hide your true feelings.
“Isn’t that you?” he challenged. “Need me to satisfy you even though you have Jungkook now?”
You smirked, seeing right through him. “You always give me such blessed service though.”
Something flared in his brown orbs, pupils expanding as you neared. “Don’t.” Your head tilted at his tone, almost pleading, and still you advanced, your soft inhale ghosting his lips. His gaze was on your face the entire time, swallowing hard, anticipation creeping into his stern expression.
“Don’t what?” you whispered teasingly.
“Don’t say it in front of him.”
“But you like it.”
“Yeah, well, he doesn’t need to know my embarrassing turn-ons.”
“What if I slip?”
He clenched his jaw. “Fuck, fine, whatever.”
Your hand reached up to cup his cheek, licking your teeth slowly, maintaining eye contact. Your words a low hiss, laced with pure lust.
“My good little angel, let this devil corrupt you.”
Taehyung whimpered and you closed in on his lips, kissing him deeply, straddling his lap, rolling your hips into his, voracious, greedy kisses, Taehyung gasping in your mouth as you bounced on his crotch, your spread legs causing the hem of your dress to rise, popping over your ass, moaning into his mouth as you worked him under you, his body familiar and comforting. His tongue encircled yours, whining for more, and you mumbled sweet nothings to him, remembering all the things he loved to hear, and he gave you all the things you loved, the neediness in his kiss, the desperation of his hips rising to add more friction. You weren’t exactly immune to Taehyung either. You could control yourself, normally.
But Jungkook gave you the green light, so you went all in.
Your hands were in his hair, tangled in the strands of black coffee, murmuring in his lips, sweet angel, and Taehyung moaned, fiercely thrusting his hips up and you sitting down on it, already wet, sighing satisfyingly at the feeling of his impressive length straining to reach your dripping heat, too many layers of fabric between them.
“Such a good boy doing such bad things,” you purred against his lips, amused at seeing your lipstick all over his mouth.
Taehyung looked up at you with glazed brown eyes, a tinge of unease in them. Maybe he didn’t want to show Jungkook his vulnerable side. You could understand that. You didn’t mind playing your role but Taehyung was more guarded. He didn’t like to be criticized or judged for the things he liked. You noticed his gaze flicker to Jungkook and then back to you.
You tilted your head and cradled his, running your fingers through his hair. “You want me to stop, I’ll stop,” you cooed gently, kissing his ear.
“I don’t want youto stop,” he breathed, so quietly you barely heard it. “I don’t want himto judge me.”
You chuckled. “I wouldn’t worry about that.”
Taehyung made a disbelieving noise.
“Something wrong?” Jungkook asked behind you, sounding curious and confused that his show was paused.
“Mhm, need you to take my coat,” you replied, pulling back, lowering your arms so Jungkook could stand behind you and remove it. You slid your hands out elegantly, seeing Taehyung’s messy dark hair and lipstick-stained lips. You heard Jungkook back up and you reached into Taehyung’s blazer, pulling out his handkerchief and dabbing at his mouth, carefully wiping it off.
“We can stop,” your reminded him gently.
“No,” he growled, frowning. “I’ve got a massive boner and it’s all your fault. Get me off.”
You grinned. “Alright, angel.”
You saw Taehyung bite his lip, shivering at your words. You couldn’t remember how this started, but it always worked. The roleplaying helped with the whole ‘having-sex-with-your-best-friend’ thing ten times less awkward, and it made it much easier for him and you to get off.
Unfortunately, it also was starting to make both of you much hornier while having sex with each other.
Whoops.
He clicked his tongue, raising his head, eyebrow cocked.
“Dirty little devil.”
You smirked. Taehyung’s voice was always sexier when he was aroused, deep and sultry.
One by one, you undid the buttons of his dress shirt, kissing at his exposed chest, the deep rich tone of his tan skin standing out against the white, his eyes closing at your touch, running your tongue down his sternum and blowing on it.
He shuddered, moaning your name, long and sweet.
You shifted, intending to push the chair behind you back, but it was gone. Instead, your ass backed up into a pair of very muscular legs. You paused, turning your head to see behind you.
“Jungkook–”
A firm hand stopped you, forcefully jerking your head back to Taehyung’s chest.
“Look forward,” Jungkook commanded.
A shiver down your spine at his tone. You smirked, peering up at Taehyung, who smiled.
“He jealous?”
“I’m not,” Jungkook snapped, grabbing your ass.
“A little bit,” Taehyung chuckled, and now he was smirking too.
Eerily similar to you, because who else would he learn such a devious expression from? You taught him well. You hummed, yanking Taehyung’s shirt open and pushing it to his shoulders, his naked torso now exposed to your eyes and mouth.
“Can’t imagine why. This was his idea.”
Taehyung jerked his head to you as you lowered yours to his chest. “What?”
But your lips closed around his nipple and he gasped, sputtering, confused, and then moaning as you moaned, Jungkook yanking down your panties and slapping your ass with his open palm, the sting added to the disapproving hiss of your name.
“He’s not supposed to know. I didn’t do all that acting for nothing,” he snarled, and your response was wiggling your ass, nipping your teeth over Taehyung’s chest, his handsome features twisted in ecstasy and pleasure, the tip of your tongue teasing his other nipple, pushing it around with your strong, wet, warm muscle.
“Whoops.”
Taehyung narrowed his eyes at you and your not-so-innocent tone.
Jungkook clicked his tongue. “Such a bad little devil. You need some punishment.”
“He already knew?” Taehyung gritted, glaring daggers at your grinning face, saying nothing, your deft fingers undoing his pants. “Answer me, woman.”
Jungkook was positioning your lower half, ass up, legs spread, pussy exposed to his eyes and hand, your dripping core tense with anticipation. When he spoke, his voice was deep and silvery, laced with danger and desire.
“Answer him.”
And he spanked your pussy, making you cry out and leak between his fingers, the sudden sting of pain so nice, and you had the audacity to continue giving Taehyung that infuriatingly smug expression as you dragged his pants and underwear to his knees, freeing his stiff length that stuck straight up, your body repeatedly lurched forward by Jungkook’s open palm on your soaked slit, your juices splattering on his hand and the inside of your thighs. With a smirk, you lowered your head.
“Mhm, he knew… ah, fuck, yes, Jungkook, just like that…” you sighed in satisfaction, tongue snaking out and wrapping around the head of Taehyung’s cock, bobbing your mouth up and down like that, stimulating just the tip, paying extra attention to the underside of the head. “Sorry, Tae.”
“Swallow me whole,” he growled. “Now.”
You were ready to do it, of course, but you felt Jungkook’s hand clap onto your leaking, heated pussy lips, and the other danced up your back, so you waited, letting him grab your head and push you down, not quite as roughly as he would have if he was actually being mean, but with enough pressure that you knew he just wanted to do the physical action, wanted to feel the power even if there was no maliciousness behind it.
Your lips closed around Taehyung’s pulsing, hard length, taking it all, a familiar girth stretching out your jaw. You made a light gagging sound as the head hit the back of your throat, not quite suffocating, but enough to indicate, stop pushing me, and Jungkook lifted the weight off your head, still gripping your hair, messing up your perfected style of the night.
“That’s a good girl, swallowing all that dick,” he purred, sliding a finger into you.
You whined, clenching your walls around it, squeezing tight, wanting more.
“Suck.”
You did, obediently, looking up at Taehyung, his head tipping back, low moans escaping his throat as your tongue squirmed at the base of the head in your throat, muscles clinching around his cock, your lips around the base. You swiped your tongue down, stretching it out even farther, past your lips, slurping nosily at his balls, flicking them rapidly with the tip, feeling him get harder and harder, twitching against the roof of your mouth, bending a little due to the lack of space.
“Fuck, let go of her head, fuck!”
Jungkook released you and you grabbed Taehyung’s hips, starting a fast, intense pace, swirling your tongue around his cock, another long finger wiggling into your slick folds, thrusting into you from behind, your legs shaking with strain, Taehyung moaning louder and louder, filling up your apartment with his lust.
“Don’t fucking stop, fuck, you have the devil’s tongue, a-ah, it’s so fucking good…”
Jungkook scissored his fingers in you, the squelching sound loud and lewd, and you spied Taehyung tipping his head back, panting, watching Jungkook finger you from behind, his other hand smacking your ass periodically to watch it bounce and hear you moan, your hips bucking back into his hand every time you ascended from Taehyung’s cock.
“Give her another,” he gasped. “Stuff her more.”
Jungkook snickered. “For an angel, you’re all about the punishment, hm?”
But he did as he was told, shoving another finger in you and you whined, nearly popping your mouth off Taehyung’s thick length, stopping only because of imposing baritone.
“Don’t you fucking dare. Take it all. Or are you telling me you can’t? Telling me you’ve lost your touch?”
You went back down, narrowing your eyes, rising to his challenge. Your best friend knew everything about you and therefore he knew that the second he made it a question of your ability, well, that brought out the best in you.
“Fuck!”
Also made you almost vacuum his dick, but he asked for it.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuuuuuuuck!”
Tighter, faster, tongue all over, nearly forgetting Jungkook was touching you at all because Taehyung had doubted you and you weren’t having that shit, fuck no, not even with Jungkook’s free hand snaking between your legs and feeling for your clit, rubbing it at the same furious pace you were blowing Taehyung’s jerking cock, tipping your head back and angling it so the head scraped against the roof of your mouth, locking your knees to prevent the shudders of pleasure from ruining your rhythm, so good, fuck, feeling so good with the pumping of Jungkook’s powerful fingers, electric satisfaction radiating from your throbbing clit, clutching Taehyung’s hips so hard he was getting indents from your nails, determined to get him there before you, and, by the sound of his breathless cries of your name and the trembling of his impressive girth, he was there.
“Yes, a-ah, you’re so good, so fucking good, I’m gonna cum, oh, fuck!”
His orgasm exploded, flooding your mouth with a gush of saltness, thick strings of cum painting the back of your throat, and you gulped it all down greedily, eyes rolling back, the tense coil inside you snapping and drenching Jungkook’s hands with your own orgasm, your legs unlocking and giving out, shaking and flinching as wave after wave of vicious pleasure flooded through you, Jungkook’s strong arms holding you up, moaning at the feeling of your pussy convulsing around his fingers, still lightly rubbing your clit through your orgasm, whines and whimpers crammed in your throat due to Taehyung’s cock in your mouth, sliding all the way to the base and swallowing around it, because you knew he loved it, wanted it, craved it, groaning carnally, the head swelling and pulsing, nearly suffocating you.
“Feels so f-fucking good… a-ah, yeees…”
You stayed in the position for as long as you could, a good minute, before backing up with a choked gasp, clutching Taehyung’s thighs, eyes drifting up to his and he looked down at you, fucked-out, content, grateful, black-brown curls falling all over his forehead and cheeks, so casually sexy and perfect.
“Good angels always taste the best,” you rasped, licking your abused lips.
Taehyung grinned.
“Untie me, devil.”
“Damn, you dohave a big dick.”
“… Stop looking.”
“Why? I wanna see what she put in her mouth.”
You teased the head with the tip of your tongue, smirking. Taehyung looked away, ears turning red.
“You two are shameless.”
“Yeah, but you like it,” you laughed, straddling his lap, casually leaning over him to untie him. You heard Jungkook make a clicking sound and you assumed he was making a frame with his hands and miming taking a photo.
“Stop that,” Taehyung muttered, face full of your covered breasts. “Oi, take your clothes off if you’re gonna squash my face with your tits.”
You rammed your chest into his face to muffle his protests.
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“Mmm, yes, no faster way to make me limp than you sucking Jungkook’s face off.”
You were too busy grabbing Jungkook’s naked ass and moaning in his mouth, tongue on tongue, purple strands brushing against your forehand, his hands on your ass and squeezing it roughly, rutting his rapidly hardening cock against your thigh.
“You want me to leave you guys alone?”
You broke the kiss, snapping your head around to see Taehyung raising an eyebrow at you from the head of your bed, completely naked. Jungkook continued slowly humping your thigh, peaking pre-cum all over and adding to his own stimulation.
“Are you done being an insufferable shit or what?” you glowered.
“Mmm, no.”
“Hmph, fine, just fuck me from behind then if you’re so needy,” you sighed, turning back to Jungkook’s amused smirk.
“No. I want the mouth again.”
You and Jungkook shared a confused look. “Huh, why?” you both said at the same time, looking at him in unison.
Taehyung lifted his chin defiantly, pointing to you. “I wanna stuff my dick into your mouth and fuck your face because you trickedme.”
You gasped, feeling slighted. “I told you it was Jungkook’s idea, why am Igetting punished? You schemed against me first!”
He shrugged. “You corrupted him so, technically, it’s all inherently your fault.”
You protested as Jungkook laughed, pushing you into position despite you verbally fighting back.
“What! All I did was exist! Is it my fault that Jungkook was thirsting after my ass and you decided it would a taste of my own medicine, only to have it backfire in your face? And what if I wanna look at his handsome face? Huh? Why am I not getting a say in – mhpf!”
You yelped as Jungkook and Taehyung shoved your face first into Taehyung’s crotch, his semi-hard cock smacking you in the cheek and getting a mouthful of his nuts.
“Lick.”
They both said it at the same time. You saw them share a look of surprise, shocked that they were thinking the same thing, ignoring you.
Hey, nobody ignores you.
You wrapped your lips around one of his balls and sucked, tongue surrounding it, causing Taehyung to squeal and spread his legs, his cock swelling instantly, especially as your tongue poked out and lapped at the other while sucking intently.
“Good little devil,” Jungkook praised, patting you on the head before backing up, leaving you to rearrange Taehyung’s nuts with your mouth, licking and sucking all over, him gasping and moaning above you, falling back against the headboard.
“You’re crazy, fucking crazy…”
You switched sides, pressing your lips into his crotch to stuff your mouth full before sticking your tongue out and wiggling it on the underside of the other, his thick length now hitting you in the nose, and you realized Taehyung wasn’t going to help you with this, so you internally sighed and reached up to grab his dick and stroke it slowly as you continued your make-out session with his nuts.
Taehyung was chanting your name over and over like it was a prayer, as if he was saying it in attempt to ask for his soul to be saved.
You felt the bed bow and you lifted your head as far as it could go, which wasn’t very far because you still had one of Taehyung’s balls still in your mouth. You were still sucking on it.
He moaned above you, clutching your pillows for dear life.
You heard a condom being opened and felt Jungkook’s knees spread yours, deep silvery voice purring your name.
“Wanna see you take two dicks at once, naughty devil,” he teased, pressing the head of his cock against your soaked opening.
You unlatched your mouth and Taehyung seemed to see stars for a hot second, reeling.
“Hope you’re prepared, sweet angel,” you taunted, and then you swallowed his dick.
“Fuckingshit!”
You moaned around his cock, letting it fill you to the throat, Jungkook’s perfect length thrusting into you at the same time, stretching you out deliciously, his own moan adding to your pleasure. There was just something about Jungkook’s moan, the longing, the possessiveness, the love. It made you wetter every time, bringing newfound energy to your meticulous sucking of Taehyung’s cock, who finally seemed to get his bearings and remember what the fuck was going on and what he wanted to do in the first place, because he finally straightened, large hands fitting around your head, pushing your hair back.
“You know why you’re so good at sucking dick?”
You tried very hard not to roll your eyes, already knowing what was coming. You decided to focus on Jungkook’s cock instead, pumping in and out of you, powerful, deep strokes, his hands gripping your hips, trying so hard to please you, and he was good at it, hitting all your favorite spots that made you squirm back against him.
“Because I let you suck mine,” Taehyung growled, holding your head and thrusting into your throat.
Mmmhmm, you thought to yourself. Not that he was wrong, because he wasn’t, being your first and all, but, come on, you didn’t get all your skills from sucking onedick, no matter how amazing Taehyung’s was. Oh well, you let it slide, simply enjoying not having to do much as your best friend fucked your face and your boyfriend pounded your pussy.
Ah, bliss.
The feeling of your mouth being filled and used, stroking Taehyung’s hips with your fingertips, elbows on the bed, legs spread open for Jungkook to slap his crotch into your ass wetly, back to front, a constant encompassing ecstasy that you welcomed, letting them command the pace, hands on your head and hands on your ass, familiar hands, loving hands, because even if Taehyung didn’t want to take you on dates and wake up next to you every day, he still loved you, still made sure he didn’t actually hurt you, careful to thrust hard but not deep, or thrust deep but not hard.
Jungkook wanted to take you on dates and hold you on his arm like his trophy and be waltzed around as yours, so… romantic? It was your version of romance, anyway.
And sex.
Lots of sex.
Fuck, he was so good at fucking you, leaning down, giving you more, chuckling as he heard you moaning around Taehyung’s cock, faster, harder, yes, fuck, yes, so good, your noises trapped in your chest, Taehyung increasing the speed, breathing shallowing.
“Fuck, yes, tighter, give it to me, you dirty devil,” he growled and you obeyed, closing your lips and pressing your tongue against the bottom, sandwiching his length in your mouth, your pussy also squeezing Jungkook harder, basking in his sinful moan, enamored with his voice and the way he said your name, never getting enough.
“A-ah, you feel so good, your pussy is so fucking good, gonna make me cum…”
So rough, so intense, so full of cock, keeping your holes tight, relishing in the way they forced themselves into your mouth and pussy, heady and intoxicating pleasure, you tipping over the edge, wailing around Taehyung’s thick girth as you spilled onto Jungkook’s rock-hard length, mind-numbing satisfaction that spread all over, hot and melting into you. Your walls violently spasmed and caused Jungkook to gasp, cock twitching and jolting inside you, shooting thick spurts of cum that filled the condom, and he buried himself all the way in, a wanton moan of your name echoing off your bedroom walls, savoring the feeling of you milking him, gripping your sides and squeezing you lovingly.
Suddenly, Taehyung yanked his cock out of your mouth and you coughed, startled at the abrupt loss, only for him to orgasm all over your face, hot white strings shooting out of his glistening cock and his hand guiding them, painting your cheeks and open mouth, dripping onto your tongue and clinging onto your swollen lips.
“Tae! What the fuck?!”
He snickered, smearing the residual cum on the side of your frown, winking.
“Blessed service, eh, you devil?”
-
“Is it gonna be like this every time we hang out now?”
You climbed onto Jeon Jungkook’s lap, kissing him deeper, trapping his slim waist in between your thighs, his hands sliding up your skirt, moaning into your mouth as Kim Taehyung smacked you in the shoulder blades, the sound masked by the obscenely loud music of the club as onlookers watched you and Jungkook with increasing interest.
Probably all dreaming of threesomes with you two.
“Hello, you two are supposed to be helping me getting laid, not getting laid right in front of me!”
summary:You enrage your perfect boyfriend, Jeon Jungkook, by being overtly sexual and inappropriately licking your kitchen counter. Why? Because you can and he’s going to get horny regardless. He’s going to chase after you with a spoon, so you better run!
warnings: rated M (18+) for language; established relationship; playful banter and shitty jokes; actually low-key crack and fluff; shower smut (fem reader, handjob, thigh riding, nipple play, marking / scratching, fingering, multiple orgasms, one pussy slap); too much wasted water, RIP; non-idol!BTS; the parenthesis are the reader’s inner thoughts; please help Jungkook, he’s just trying to eat shaved ice, not pop a boner (he does anyway)
yes, the title is a pun it’s the best laid plans couple and they’re crackheads no need to read the first one, but it’s there if you want more
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“Don’t.”
You grinned at your boyfriend (Cheshire-cat-style, but make it sexy).
“Listen to me, do not do it.”
You extended you tongue (lizard-style, still sexy).
Jeon Jungkook, your boyfriend currently making shaved ice, narrowed his dark brown eyes at you and barked your name sharply (angry-mother-scolding-their-child-style, but make it the hottest man on the fucking planet who you were down to get railed by every second of every day). His ash-blond hair flared out around his strong features, adding to his (horny) fury.
He could pretend to be mad, but you knew better.
You licked the kitchen counter.
“Fuckingdamnnit!”
You cackled as you licked the fallen syrup and ice combination that was on the kitchen counter, slurping up the fallen solider (a valiant fight, but Jungkook had missed the bowl by accident and he deserved an honorable death).
“I told you I was getting a towel!” Jungkook hissed furiously, shaking the white towel with the cute pink bunny character on it. “Don’t be a nasty heathen!”
“What’s nasty about our kitchen counters?” you countered (ey, yeah, see what happened there). “We clean them all the time.”
You leaned down again and licked the counter, pressing your tongue flat against the granite and making Jungkook growl, to which your responded with wiggling your eyebrows. He shook the towel at you again, but didn’t advance.
“Back, you fiend.”
You straightened and grinned, sauntering over to him and the towel he was using like a rosary and you were the demon he was trying to exorcise (he wasn’t pure enough to be a priest, but then again, that might be your fault).
“But I need the towel to clean up the mess,” you chirped, grinning cheerfully as you closed your hand around the cloth, holding it for a little too long, letting your eyes linger on his tense face, taking in his chiseled jaw, shapely lips, and flashing dark brown eyes.
“Stop looking at me like that.”
You smiled.
Ran your tongue over your upper lip.
“Like what?”
Jungkook looked like he wanted to murder you and fuck you.
(Not at the same time; that would be some serial killer shit.)
“Stop fucking teasing me when you’re not gonna do anything,” he grumbled, pouting slightly as you snatched the towel from him and wiped the counter that you had already licked clean.
“Who,me?” you replied innocently, grabbing the sponge to clean off the granite before wiping the spot once more. “I would never, ever tease you, Jungkook.”
He narrowed his eyes at you until they were lines and jammed his spoon into his shaved ice. “You never wanna fuck right after I work out.”
“Speaking of working out.” You pointed to his large bowl of shaved ice covered in syrup. “Should you have sweets right after working out?”
He clicked his tongue. “I drank my protein shake and I’m hot. Leave me alone.” He shoved a large spoonful into his mouth, still glaring.
(Oh, you’re hot, all right.)
“What a coincidence.”
Jungkook’s eyes shifted in suspicion as you spun around him. “Do I wanna know what’s a coincidence…?”
“I’malsohot.”
And you grabbed the bottom of your oversized sweatshirt (it was his) and pulled it up and over your head, leaving you in your underwear. You threw it at Jungkook’s crotch before prancing out of the kitchen.
“Alright,firstof all–”
“Lachimolala,” you sang nonsensically, heading off to the bedroom. “I thought you wanted to be alone?”
Jungkook stomped after you, clutching his bowl and still shoving shaved ice in his mouth as he very loudly put in his two cents and pointedly ignored your comments (a skill he developed while dating you, mysterious why that would be).
“I know you’re hot, you’re insanely hot and that’s not fair, and, second, you can’t just take off your clothes and expect me not to follow you, and, three, let me fuck you, damnnit!”
You stuck your head out of the bedroom door and your tongue out of your mouth. “No. You stinky.”
Jungkook looked livid, still holding his spoon and bowl. “Don’t make me put this spoon down, woman.”
“Oh nooooooo, Jungkookie has a spoon, oh nooo!”
“Gimmie those titties! Get your ass over here right now!”
You ran to the bathroom and turned the water on, throwing off your underwear in record time, only for Jungkook to show up and get smacked in the face with your bra and panties (awesome, your aim was improving, all those hours playing FPS games was a sound investment).
Jungkook snarled and shook his head, blond hair flying everywhere, holding his bowl of shaved ice protectively as your underwear scattered around him. He looked ready to scold you, only to freeze and see you standing at the open glass shower door, fully naked.
Grinning.
(Checkmate, he totally wanted to bone you. His shorts were doing nothing to hide his massive tent.)
“See ya.”
And you slunk into the shower and hot water, snapping the door closed behind you, Jungkook fuming and crossing the space in two steps (damn, can you say legs, holy shit) and yanked open the shower door.
“You fucking brat–”
You smirked, water running down your body, tipping your head back to soak your hair, reaching up to slick it back with your tits up. His dark brown eyes ballooned to the size of Dragon Balls (those are pretty big balls, no cap). His shaved ice was rapidly melting from the steam.
A full ten seconds past.
(Kinda cold, bro, please close the door.)
You maintained your smirk, rolling your shoulders to cascade water down your body, down your breasts, dripping off your nipples, curling around the curve of your waist, streaming in rivets across the expanse of your thighs and ass, doing a little half-spin. Jungkook choked a little, eyes completely fixated to your body. You (completely unnecessarily, of course) placed a hand in between your breasts, splaying out your fingers, gliding it down your stomach, making a detour for your hip, sinking your nails into it (his bowl was tipping very dangerously now and the ice was half-gone), curving back to the inside of your thigh and squeezing your thighs around your hand.
(Okay, for real, you can close the door now, Jungkook.)
“Your shaved ice is melting.”
Jungkook started, picking up his jaw off the floor, and whipped his head to his bowl of now sweet ice water. He closed the shower door (finally!) and you breathed out a sigh of relief, finally wiggling under the showerhead to wash away the goosebumps and your frozen tits (you suffered for a good cause, but still), hearing your boyfriend straight-up slurp the rest of his shaved ice (it was practically a drink by now anyway). You pumped some shampoo in your hand and casually started working it into your hair before half-screaming as the door opened again and a very naked, very horny Jungkook invaded your personal space and pinned you against the shower wall.
(You weren’t expecting his speedrun of stripping, that must have been a fucking record!)
You blinked rapidly, trying to swipe the water out of your eyes.
“Jung–”
You didn’t expect to get anything out but you said one syllable before his lips crashed onto yours, spraying water everywhere as he half-entered the raining showerhead (still a bit stinky, tsk tsk), pressing his body against yours, jabbing you with his rock-hard dick (rude). You yelped in his mouth, but he didn’t seem to care (probably thought you deserved it, rude), taking your tongue and sucking on it, making you moan, driving his thigh in between yours and pushing it up, water suddenly gushing onto your heat and then hard muscle, you gasping at the contact, tipping your head back with a soft whimper.
Opening your eyes to a slight sting and Jungkook’s half-wet hair, dark silvery-blond curls around his smirking face, cocking an eyebrow at you.
“Not so high and mighty now, hm?”
(Fuck, he’s so fucking hot.)
Your eye began to sting very badly.
(Shit.)
“There’s shampoo in my eye,” you choked out.
“Oh shi–”
There was a brief intermission of water torture as Jungkook shoved your head under the showerhead and you did the awkward dance of one eye half-open, half-closed, rinsing out the soap residue while holding your breath and trying not to drown (beauty, grace, and blindness, the trifecta, right?). You yanked your head out with a gleeful sucking in of air, pushing your hair away from your forehead.
“Are you okay?” Jungkook asked worriedly.
“Why is no-tears shampoo only for babies?” you complained, wiping your eyes. “Don’t they know horny adults get accosted in the middle of showering sometimes and need that shit? They need to put a warning or I’ll sue.”
He laughed, rich, full, and wonderfully sexy. “I don’t think you’d – ah!”
The second Jungkook let his guard down, you grabbed his dick (sucker), and started pumping him with a flick of your wrist, grinning wildly. He gasped and tried to back up, but you pinned his thigh in between yours and rubbed your slick pussy on his muscle, causing him to sway slightly and plant his hands on the wall beside your head, gasping your name.
“O-oh,fuck…”
You used your other hand to grab his chin and pull him closer, kissing him hungrily, a slightly awkward angle but it didn’t matter because you had him in the palm of your hand now (literally), jacking him off with one and the other stroking his jaw, shuddering at his tongue flitting in your mouth, snaking your own out to meet his, fuck, such soft lips, and he still tasted a little sweet from his icy snack lingering on his tongue. Your hand slid back and cupped his head, fingers in his wet ash-blond hair, rolling your hips on his leg and pumping his swelling length in the other, getting him extra hard again, both of you moaning at the lovely pop of the head being squeezed by your thumb and index, before going right back to furiously kissing as you increased the speed and pressure.
Jungkook always complained about how you never worked out with him, but you always rebutted that said workouts never started because you two were too busy eating face.
(Also, why work out when you can fuck? More fun, more pleasure, less hating yourself as you complete the thirtieth sit-up. Clearly, your boyfriend failed to see the logic.)
“Jungkook, ah…”
One of his strong hands around your waist, arching your back, kissing down your neck, matching your pace with his hips, moaning into your skin, raising his leg even higher as he leaned down to wrap his lips around one of your nipples. Now the angle was really awkward, but you refused to give up, readjusting slightly, faster, harder, his mouth all over you, sucking hard, whimpering your name, your arm burning (and he wondered why you had biceps, sheesh), and you clamped his thigh in between yours, the real pleasure being how Jungkook moaned, throwing his head back, your name tumbling from his lips, so sexy with his dripping blond locks stuck to his cheeks, tendons standing out on his neck with the strain, thrusting into your hand to increase the pleasure and your arm was going to give out any second now but you just couldn’t, not yet.
“So fucking sexy,” you panted, your free hand tracing his jaw, shoving your thumb into his open lips, sinking your nails into his cheek because he was yours, all yours, and he didn’t care if you marked him up, his eyes rolling back, loving your roughness, wanting it. “Cum for me, come on, Jungkook,” you growled, even faster, even harder, thumb pressed into his lolling tongue and he whined, deep and feral, a mixed gargle of your name and pure ecstasy, cock jerking in your hand, spilling out over your thigh and the shower wall, hot sticky strings before being washed away, you dragging his face to yours, removing your thumb to kiss him again, sighing in relief now that you could slow, squeezing his twitching cock, feeling it drip down your fingers and smearing it all over his now-sensitive skin.
“So good, fuck, you’re so good…”
His hands all over your back, running his nails up and down, ravenous, messy kisses. Your hand stilled, arm burning, but somehow it didn’t matter, adrenaline and lust too much, and you wanted to hold him too, snaking your arms around his waist and digging your nails into his broad back, both of you moaning in unison as your ran lines of pleasure across each other’s backs, hips to hips, wet bodies rolling into each other, your drenched pussy on his hard thigh and his spent cock against your soft thigh.
“My arm almost died,” you gasped, his nails raking down to your hips, sinking into your ass.
“Heh, sorry,” Jungkook snickered (you suspected he wasn’t very sorry). “That’s what you get for teasing me.” (And you were right, hmph.) “This is why you should work out.” (This guy…)
You raised an eyebrow. “So I can make you cum in literal seconds? Your funeral.”
He paused, shifting his eyes. He seemed to be mentally struggling with the idea. “You look so fucking hot in workout clothes though,” he pouted, leaning down to press his chin against your breasts.
Uh oh, Jungkook was giving you puppy eyes now.
“I can wear workout clothes without actually working out,” you frowned. “And you never let me work out anyway because you’re too busy ogling me, and then you jump me mid-squat.”
He groaned, kneading your ass in his hands. “Your ass just looks so fucking good in leggings though… and the way your tits bounce, fuck…”
(Hello, Jungkook? You could, maybe, just look at the naked wet body in front of you right now instead of fantasizing about working out. What is your malfunction?)
You yelped as he buried his face into your tits, tongue snaking out and drawing thick, saliva-covered stripes over your breasts that were quickly washed away, whimpers in your throat once you saw the hungry look in his eyes, his pink tongue now circling your nipple, lowering his leg from between yours, your hands flying up to hold his head onto your chest.
“Ah, Jungkook, please…”
His lips closed in and his fingers grazed your slick slit, pressing circles of pleasure into you, leaning your head against the shower wall, back arched to give more to that perfect mouth, moaning his name, his fingertips finding your clit and rubbing it slowly, working you up, sucking your nipple and flicking it with his tongue, waves of pleasure and hot water enveloping you, pushing his wet hair back to look into those dark chocolate orbs, clouded by lust and his desire to make you feel good, already knowing that when you rocked your hips you wanted more, already knowing that when your noises became shallower, more needy, that you needed it harder, closing your eyes, faster, hot and warm from Jungkook and water.
“Yes, fuck, yes, so close, so good, Jungkook, ah, Jungkook!”
You felt the flinch of overwhelming ecstasy, immediately trying to close your legs but he blocked you, planting his thigh between yours to prevent them, your moan turning into a feverish whimper, clutching his shoulders.
“J-Jungkook, w-wait, oh, f-fuck…”
He wasn’t waiting, still stimulating your now throbbing clit, lifting his head to press his lips to yours, whispering hotly, you’re so sexy, so beautiful, I love you to so much, fuck, your brain barely computing language, w-what, oh fuck, yes, don’t stop, Jungkook, I love you, fuck, so good, his soft smile on your open lips as your moaned once more, ramming your hips into his hand, eyes rolling back, pleasure shooting up from your core, and Jungkook’s fingers plunged into your wetness, moaning with you, stuffing you with three because you were so, so wet.
“Fuck my hand, come on, wanna feel you…”
You heard hand(seriously? alright, your funeral, Jungkook), and enclosed your fingers around his now hard-again cock.
“Wait, w-what – ah, fuuuuuuuck…”
Your misinterpretation seemed to be a welcome development, your hips moving on their own, pussy clenching around his fingers, your hand a vice around his hard, swollen length, his hips thrusting into your closed fist, and now both of you just chasing pleasure, wet, loud, and hot, the water adding to the noise, skin on skin, your pussy making embarrassing sucking, squishing sounds paired with the rapid slap of your vicious pumping of his cock, feeling so good it was hard to speak, but it didn’t matter because your lips found his lips, and you could tell by his trembling inhale and soft whimpers that he loved you, and he could tell from your breathless gasps and desperate whines that you loved him, and all that made it more intense, better, sexier, perfect.
Your name in that silvery, needy tone, followed by, “Fuck, I’m gonna cum, fuck!”
His name, followed by, “Shit, me too, fuck!”
(Maybe not your best work, oh well.)
You slapped your hips into his hand, burying his fingers all the way to his knuckles, and groaned, scorching ecstasy overtaking your veins, sparking up your spine and into your head, squeezing your thighs together powerfully, clamping his wrist in your softness. His cock jerked, his gasp in your face as he spilled again, all over your hip and thigh, jamming the throbbing head into your skin and moaning as his orgasm continued spurting out, pulsing, his moan turning into helpless cries as you rubbed the tip on your skin, smearing his cum onto you, his scent so strong you could still smell it despite the water washing it away, loving the way his hard, muscular body felt against you, shivering and vibrating with pleasure, unable to help himself, practically humping your leg to prolong the sensitivity.
Heavy, shuddering breaths.
Water tumbling down, somehow far too hot even though it was getting lukewarm.
(Rest in peace the water bill.)
“Uh… my hand…”
You tensed around it. “I like it here.”
Jungkook narrowed his eyes, frowning. “I’m getting a hand cramp.”
You bit your lip and clenched your core muscles, making him gasp.
“Fuck, I love how tight your pussy can get. Feels like you’re going to break my fingers.”
You relaxed, laughing. “That’d be a fun trip to the emergency room.”
He snickered and leaned in, kissing you softly. “I love you.”
You relaxed your thighs and he pulled his fingers out. “I love you too, Jungkook.”
You squeezed the head of his dick mid-kiss and he slapped your pussy in response, making you gasp.
“Brat.”
(Hello, you two, you’re wasting water… aw, shit, here we go again.)
summary:Everyone has bad habits. Funnily enough, Min Yoongi and Jeon Jungkook happen to have the same one. It involves silver chains, leather collars, choking each other, and a girl with a single white contact and daddy issues. Fuckin’ daddy issues, man.
warnings: rated M (18+) for language - if you dislike overabundant swearing, maybe skip this one; too many Marilyn Manson / Slipknot references; D/s threesome smut (fem reader, black leather collars and chain leashes, choking [note:yoonkook choke each other], so much saliva, scratching, visceral making out, spitting kink, m-receiving oral, handjob, voyeurism, cum-eating); non-idol!AU - sub!Jungkook x goth, dom!reader x sub!Yoongi; shifts from third person > reader’s > Yoongi’s > JK’s POV
this is absolute depravity, don’t say I didn’t warn you but it isporn with feelings, you know me
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now playing – bad habits by ed sheeran ft bring me the horizon
“What’s the most twisted thing you’ve ever done?”
“Choked Jungkook while he choked me as we both got jacked off at the same time.”
Park Jimin’s jaw dropped. An unceremonious amount of ramen plopped out of his fluffy lips and back into the pot below him. Jeon Jungkook choked on his. In fact, he actually flung himself away from the table at warp speed to hack out his windpipe at the sink.
Min Yoongi calmly chewed on his crispy pork belly.
Jimin – sweet, lovely, soft-cheeked Jimin with bedhead hair and swollen pink lips from the spice of his food – blinked very slowly at Yoongi and laughed nervously, jerking his head to Jungkook, whose entire head was in the sink to avoid being looked at, back to Yoongi, who slurped up a large amount of his own noodles and did not elaborate on his previous statement.
The unease was so palpable that one could sink their teeth into it.
Yoongi’s dark brown eyes slowly raised from his meal, staring at Jimin with unsettling focus.
“You’re joking… right, hyung?” he awkwardly chuckled, probably unsure if his ears were broken or if he was in the Twilight Zone. Maybe Jimin was still dreaming. Any of those three would be a sane explanation because surely, surely, he was mistaken. He hadn’t heard correctly, right?
“Right,hyung?” Jungkook sputtered from the sink, finally emerging, red-faced from choking.
Physically or mentally remained to be known.
Yoongi tilted his head and shrugged.
-
You tilted your head.
Licked your teeth slowly and watched him shiver under your gaze.
“You know what I love?”
You collected saliva on the tip of your tongue and stuck it out, letting it drip into his open mouth, listening to him swallow with a greedy moan. You grinned, waiting for those beautiful dark chocolate eyes to open again. Glistening silver bar by his furrowed brow, gleaming silver ring at the edge of those pink shaking lips that were already asking for more, wordless whine and imploring gaze.
You lowered so you were eye to eye, teasingly licking the mole underneath his lower lip.
He whimpered, pleading you with your name.
“Depravity,” you purred, low and rough, drawing out the syllables, chewing on the density of the word, winding back up like a snake, bringing the silver chain with you. Yanked on it, hard, and his head snapped back, the heavy black leather collar slapping into the sides of his neck.
A loud, visceral sound.
Jeon Jungkook moaned again, intoxicated by your power.
He was a real good boy outside of the bedroom. You heard he was quite an upstanding guy. Diligent, hard worker. Went to work on a fairly normal schedule. Always said please and thank you. Never got into much trouble other than innocent, cute mischief that made him well-liked by his peers.
Then Jungkook would come to you.
Nervous, awkward, unsure around your crowd.
But needy.
So very needy that he forgot to be embarrassed or weirded out as he was surrounded by a crowd of people in black – leather, fishnets, vinyl, too much eyeliner and dark lipstick. They always hung around for some reason or another. Work. Smoking. Loitering because the owner didn’t give a fuck. Jungkook would sit and wait and you would come out of work to see him surrounded by your kind, standing around him.
A black cocoon protecting a rather plainly dressed caterpillar.
“I came to see you but you were busy… they said I should stay and wait,” he would mumble, not quite looking at anyone, but there was too much want in his system, too much desire to run away, too much greed.
He looked up and you saw that he enjoyed it.
He liked the eyes on him.
You would smirk, cocking your fingers towards you, and he would come, presenting his neck. You would lick it from collarbone to chin and savor his stifled whimper.
“Come with me.”
The first time was, hm, not quite an accident. It was a lesson, because he was about to do something very, very stupid, the kind of stupidity like trying to do cocaine with zero experience and zero familiar faces around him. A friend of his asked you to step in and teach him a little lesson. A lesson about pain and how to deal with it. Effectiveness remained to be seen.
But satisfaction had been guaranteed.
You leaned down now, placing your hands on his face, framing it with your fingers.
Jungkook gasped at your touch, wanting more.
He had a pretty face. Beautiful eyes, deep and rich and brown. Shapely lips that were made for begging and demanded to be kissed. Cute moles the dotted his light, tan skin, natural dark stars on the galaxy of his body that craved to be explored with teeth and nails. Lots of tattoos up and down his right arm. He usually covered them up with long-sleeved shirts and big sweatshirts. Wore his hair down to cover his eyebrow piercing and changed his lip ring to a small stud when he was pretending to be a good, good boy.
But he was changing.
Metamorphosis.
Slowly but surely, Jungkook started showing up to the music studios you managed with ripped black band t-shirts and leather pants. Tattoos on display, filling in the sleeve so it was obvious and prominent. Silver lip ring clearly visible. Black hair slicked back, sometimes messy with strands brushing against his cheeks. No longer sticking out from your kind, but becoming part of them.
You smiled at him, nice and slow.
“Don’t want to wait anymore, do ya?”
“N-No…” he breathed, lips trembling under your chin. “Want you… Want you to use me…”
What a scene.
“Take off your clothes,” you murmured to his lips, brushing against them, barely-there kisses that he drank up every single second of. “And wait for me on the bed. You can do that, right?” Your fingers travelled up, up, tangling in his hair and pulling back, inhaling sharply as you heard his desperate whine waterfall from his open mouth, begging for kisses.
“I have to go get you-know-who.”
You let go of him roughly, chuckling deep in your chest. Stood up, backing away from him.
“So we can do you-know what.”
Jungkook gasped for air, on hands and knees in your bedroom, raising his head as you walked away, dancing your fingers in the air as you waved a teasing goodbye.
“And maybe I’ll let you stick it you-know-where.”
You opened the door behind you, suddenly frowning mockingly, pretending to think about it.
“Or maybe I won’t.”
You snickered deviously and shut the door.
-
Min Yoongi was aware he had a type.
Great legs, great ass, perky tits, too much black leather, a consistent habit of wearing a single white contact on her left eye, a smirk that was a little psychotic, a little mischievous, a lot sexy, also kind of his unofficial manager that he paid with his dick.
Alright, his type was one specific person.
“I’m so fucking tired of this shit! Fuck, just because they don’t have an agent, the venue thinks they can try to upcharge them and, the second I step in, they think they can go over my head. Fuckin’ misogynistic bastards backtracking so fucking fast when I started pulling out numbers, I’ll fucking gutthem! Fuck! People equal shit!”
Ah, right.
She had a mouth on her.
Not just limited to a colorful vocabulary.
“Hah,shit, I’m sorry, Yoongi, I’m too fucking pissed off after sorting out what happened to Hana and the guys,” she had growled earlier, sending an inappropriate or appropriate thrill up his spine. It depended on who was who in the situation. “I don’t wanna make you do some twisted shit because I’m in this fucked-up mood, I’m gonna have to cancel–”
Her satoori got deeper and gruffer when she was angry.
It was very arousing.
“Jungkook’s outside today.”
She had paused.
Looked at him, one normal iris, one fake white one.
“What kind of twisted shit do you want to do with us?” he had asked with a smirk.
It was incredibly dangerous to ask such a question, because right now Yoongi was finding out.
She had a demonic grin, looking from Jungkook’s big, shocked brown eyes to his. He narrowed his gaze, not backing down despite basically sitting knee-to-knee with one of his friends. Both of them with leather collars and chain leashes.
Fully naked.
Yoongi wound his hand around Jungkook’s silver chain and held it tightly.
He was going to do what he was told to do because she needed it. He could feel it, almost as if it was radiating from her skin. The sin that needed to be satisfied. The glee in orchestrating dirty deeds. The pleasure she got from it all. It was tangible with every raspy exhale pushed out of her lungs, rattling with excitement.
Pink tongue on white teeth, laughing low and devilishly.
“Pull.”
Yoongi pulled.
-
“Jungkook, why do you like pain?”
He stared into her eyes. It gave him a heady and insane feeling. Sent his heart ricocheting in his chest. She tilted her head, lips barely parted, the upper one angled upward, giving her a curious expression despite the unnatural quality of the single white contact lens over her left iris.
His chest felt tight and not his neck. That was unusual for him.
“I don’t like pain.”
She cocked an eyebrow.
Jeon Jungkook wished it was his neck though.
“I like you.”
She tiled her head the other way, otherwise not reacting.
“You just happen to like inflicting pain,” he said slowly, digging his nails into his palms, feeling his skin prickling from the chills of this moment, staring into one white iris, one normal iris, but what was normal anyway, because Jungkook was pretty sure that it wasn’t this, this thing he had with her. This was a drug. This was enchantment. This was…
Just one of many bad habits.
Number one was getting too many tattoos.
Number two was getting too many piercings.
Number three was getting on his knees and begging for a collar.
Her gaze sharpened.
“I don’t like inflicting pain.”
His breath caught his in his throat.
“Ineedto inflict pain.”
And Jungkook felt it, something deep inside, like fire, like a crescendo, lashing out and then the drop, the quick turn of her head and the snap of her jaw, violently throwing her arm out. They were standing in the living room of the big house that looked mostly untouched. Fancy black leather couches, sleek flat screen television, black and white shag rug with the white parts too white, and this was her living room, but it wasn’t in the sense that it seemed like she was never here. Expensively furnished, luxe brands, almost opulent in texture, contrasting the owner – black leather jacket with too many silver studs and chains, ripped-up goat skull t-shirt, short red plaid skirt with black straps hanging from D-rings, torn and tattered sheer black tights. Standing here with him, he who showed up at outside her work and she knew exactly what he wanted.
Pain.
The pain made Jungkook feel alive and she needed to know why.
At least, he sensed that that was the true question.
“Day in and day out,” she snarled, pacing, the sound of rustling leather and clinking metal, not quite looking at him because the words were not for him. They were for the cold, cold universe. “Fuck. Fuck! All the fucking time, fixing everyone’s shit, putting dumbasses back in their place, people coming up to me all the time, can you help with this, fuck, yeah, of course I can, but a bitch gets tired, a bitch gets fed up, a bitch is fucking over it, and, damnnit, fuck youDad, fuck you for not being here, not that you would ever be any fucking help because the only things you’re good at are gamblin’ and breakin’ hearts, you fucker!”
And she turned and screamed into the house, screamed into the big empty house that was her family home, yet there was no family here, just her and Jungkook standing there, witnessing this outburst that seemed a long time coming, but he let it happen.
Yoongi had told him about it.
Girls with daddy issues. Why do they have to be so good at sex?
His hyung had said it with an open-mouthed smirk. A joke but, of course, all jokes had some truth to them.
She threw her arm to the side, baring her teeth. Vicious rumble deep in her chest, her hair wild and flaring out, not quite looking at him, speaking to him but not directly. He could tell it wasn’t him that she was furious at.
“I’msick.”
Her satoori came out heavier and gruffer when she was pissed off.
It sent an appropriate shiver up his spine.
She reached up and sank her nails into her neck and raked down, gritting her teeth, scratching so hard she left red marks and Jungkook craved to have those marks on hisskin, but he needed to listen, he needed to be patient and he needed to listen.
“I don’t want to be a sweet dream. I want to be a beautiful nightmare. I want to ruin your life and make you cry alone, wishing you were being fucked up by my hands. I want to mess you up so bad no one will ever satisfy you enough because all you can think about is my grip on your chin and my spit in your mouth.”
Her piercing eyes flickered up. One white, one with a dangerous glint.
“I’m gonna fuck you up.”
It sounded like a threat.
“I’m gonna make you do some twisted, fucked-up shit.”
It made his blood sing.
“Doesn’t that sound awful?” she chuckled darkly, ticking her head.
Breathing hard, taking his breath away.
“No.”
His breathing shallow, his heartbeat fast, and Jungkook was trying to find the oxygen to speak.
“That sounds like everything I want.”
Because he was sick too. Sick and tired of being lovey-dovey-sad-and-lonely. Sick and tired of trying to be the perfect boyfriend that he wasn’t anymore because his ex-girlfriend tossed him aside like a piece of trash, sick of the perfect son that he didn’t know how to be, tired of attempting to become the perfect human that the world always talked about but never seemed to exist. Sick and tired of everyone’s expectations of him and how good-looking and smart Jungkook should be a talented artist – fuck them, fuck it all, fuck everything, he was throwing it all away and giving into her, into the collar, into the chains, because right here, standing here with chills all over and hot blood pumping through his veins, here.
Here, he was alive.
“I want to be as important to you as Yoongi-hyung is.”
Here, he was lust and he was greed.
“You are not a liar. You never pretend you’re anything you’re not. You are always yourself, no matter what. You would do it all right out in the open if you could.” Shivering breath and there was envy there, envy because she was honest with herself and it seemed so fucking easy for her, whereas he could only be that way with her. Lowering his chin, lifting his eyes, and he was afraid but he didn’t know how to lie to orbs of white and danger. “I don’t care who sees, I don’t care who knows, I don’t care what anyone says about me anymore, I just want to stare into your eyes and lose myself in you and, if there’s pain in you, I’ll take that too.”
Here, in her grasp, Jungkook was free.
So, now when she said pull, Jungkook pulled and watched the thick black leather snap against Min Yoongi’s pale throat, watched the collar press against the sides of his neck and those dark brown, cat-like eyes flash, causing blood and unexplainable emotion to rise to the surface and here, right here, pullmeant let go.
Jungkook let go of all preconceived notions and he let himself feel.
Feel his own blood scream against the constriction, feel his scorching skin erupting all over in prickling anticipation, feel her fingers close in on his thigh. Bony fingers pressing in, sharp nails sinking onto his flesh, white-hot scratches that made his breath hitch and his back arch slightly, choking himself more, and still Yoongi didn’t let go, holding tight and rigid, keeping eye contact with him.
Jungkook couldn’t look away.
There was definitely something wrong about this but, lost in the lust-induced haze, he couldn’t imagine why.
Her face appeared in his periphery. Demonic grin. A little psychotic, a little mischievous, a lot sexy. She pried her hand from his thigh and raised it high, clearly visible. Long fingers, lined palm, capable of an inescapable grip.
She spat on her palm.
First one and then the other.
Jungkook whimpered, his heart pounding in his ribcage, gripping tight on the silver chain, inked knuckles and tense forearm covered in too many tattoos, or at least that’s what everyone said, but who gave a shit what everyone said, fuck them all, too entranced by every movement, watching her hands drop, too expectant for the touch, hot gasp, spreading his knees out more, and then her saliva-slicked hand wrapped around his hard, aching cock, wet and tight and inescapable. Slow. Up, ridges of her fingers contrasting the slippery friction, glossing over the swollen head. Thumb pressed to the underside and rubbing under the slit, sending a jolt up his spine and down his thighs. Down, tightening her grip again, faintest hint of her nails dancing along the length, so light that he almost didn’t feel it which only made the sparks catch and the fire in his core burn into an embarrassing twitch that caused pre-cum to join her saliva the next time her hand ascended.
Holy.
Shit.
His head tilting back, but Jungkook didn’t miss it, didn’t miss the rush of pleasure that suddenly consumed Yoongi’s normally composed face and dark eyes, tipping his head back too. Black lashes lowering, shuddering breath, the other man’s lips dark pink and trembling, erotic and picturesque, and this was wrong, wasn’t it, thinning blood flow and satisfaction burning up from his core, but if this was wrong then why did it feel so good?
Why did he want to twist his hand and pull harder and choke his hyung more?
She leaned over and licked Yoongi’s cheek.
Those sharp features scrunched up a bit, slight discomfort, but mostly biting back any possible pathetic sounds. Yoongi was much better at it than he was, but at this point Jungkook didn’t care what he sounded like, didn’t pay attention.
He was too fixated on the obscene scene before him.
Her soft lips pressed into Yoongi’s cheekbone. Tip of her tongue against fair skin, Jungkook could hear it, the sound of her lips and her nimble, wet muscle; feel it, tighter, faster, her hand pumping his cock harder and the pleasure shooting through his veins; see it, the delicate, sensual trail of kisses that dipped down and made Yoongi’s eyes close, and then it was lips to lips, passionate lovemaking of tongues and his hyung’s deep moan trapped in his chest.
Forced to listen to the sound of tongues thrusting into their connected mouths, stolen breath and suppressed sound, saliva exchanged and swallowing.
There was a low, raspy hiss of her name, contented gratification.
Jungkook pulled harder and choked Yoongi more.
She broke the kiss.
When her head retreated, Jungkook came face-to-face with Yoongi’s open-mouthed smirk.
“Jealous?” his hyung chuckled, dark and sinister.
And then Yoongi yanked up on the chain.
-
He was enjoying this.
Should or shouldn’t did not matter to Min Yoongi. He did what he wanted because he could, because it was fun, and because it was a challenge. It was a challenge winding the metal links around his palm once more to shorten it, forcing Jungkook’s head higher, feeling her hand slide up and down his throbbing cock, fuck, he needed it, but not yet, not yet, watching that demonic grin hover above Jungkook’s face, a little psychotic, a little mischievous, a lot sexy.
She dangled her glistening tongue above Jungkook’s open mouth.
From here, Yoongi could spy the quivering mole right at the center of those shapely lips.
“P… Please…”
Yoongi knew they made a good team, him and her.
He wound the chain around his hand, closing the gap between his fingers and Jungkook’s chin.
“Please what?” she teased, gravelly and rough.
Yoongi saw those lashes lower, those big brown eyes closing, hiding from his hyung’s eyes, maybe, but not that much because Jungkook’s legs were open, his hips were raised, his chest was straining, and he was getting his dick jacked off right in front of Yoongi’s face. There wasn’t much to hide as he begged.
“S-Spit in my mouth… please…”
Mouth opening, and Yoongi kept it wide with two fingers on Jungkook’s cheeks, feeling the vibration of his whine through his fingertips, and then she leaned down.
Spat in the younger man’s throat.
Fuck.
Fuck.
He opened his hips more and thrust into her hand, letting out a tense exhale as Jungkook moaned, wanton and wet, his eyelids fluttering and his eyes rolling back, swallowing ravenously, and Yoongi could hear it, see it, feel it under his own palm, realizing Jungkook had loosened his grip in his ecstasy, leaving Yoongi with too much oxygen and not enough restraint.
Yoongi unwound his hand and tugged down, snapping younger man’s head down forcefully.
Those big brown eyes snapped open, shock and confusion, and then widening, witnessing the view before him, and Yoongi had a fleeting moment of, fuck, I don’t look as good as he does, but it came and went, because the second Yoongi pulled his arm back and really choked Jungkook, the grip on his cock tightened and soft lips wrapped around the head, dripping saliva and hot tongue against sensitive skin, sending his world aflame with pleasure.
“Fuck!”
Jungkook got the hint and tugged hard.
And then the world was flashes and gasps, tongue swirling, saliva dripping, hand descending and two fingers hooking around his balls to spread out the wetness as the head of his cock was trapped between her lips. Suffocating tightness, agile tongue all over, hand ascending, sharp hiss tearing from his throat, fuck, so fucking good, pumping him roughly once more, heavenly mouth now removed, but everything was slippery and slick again, breath and blood drained, hazily witnessing the euphoria as Jungkook received the same treatment, and now oxygen and thoughts dissipated, in hell but this was the circle of lust, locking his elbow and choking Jungkook as the younger man choked him. Collar to collar, chain to chain, tan tattooed skin covered in a sheen of sweat, large brown eyes open and drinking in every detail as Yoongi did the same, open thighs, intense pace, rippling chest, and Yoongi ticked his chin, fuck what the world says, I am just as much of man as he is, and there was anger in the thought, defiance, narrowing his eyes and vowing to last longer, not that this was a competition but why not add another layer to the insanity?
Eye contact and Yoongi didn’t say anything, just growled in response, telling Jungkook that he knew he was being seen, that he knew he was being watched, that he knew he could barely breathe and barely think, and above all that he knew he wasn’t going to lose and he wasn’t going to back down.
Jungkook whimpered, his gaze glassy and drunk on depraved desire.
“C… Cum with m-me…”
Out of all the things, that shaky whisper might have delivered the strongest surge of pleasure yet.
Thathadto be twisted.
Yoongi felt himself smirk.
The only way he knew how to take it was too far.
“Go ahead. Cum all over me.”
He watched white teeth sink into pink lower lip, exposing that tiny mole perfectly under the center, and truly this was fucked, the eerie satisfaction Yoongi got from those furrowed brows and lust-consumed brown orbs framed in black hair and silver piercings, brow and lip and ears, clenched jaw and prominent muscles on neck and torso, and Yoongi cocked his head despite it all, rolling his hips forward, closer, seeing Jungkook move his too, rising the challenge, and this was a little psychotic, a little mischief in Yoongi’s smirk reflected in Jungkook’s watering eyes, a lot sexy as Yoongi succumbed to the pleasure and grinned at the same time Jungkook moaned and threw his head back, cutting off his sound with a gargle, and the world that had been bleeding black hazed to a flash of darkness.
Jungkook came all over his thighs and between his open legs, strings of thick hot cum painting his equally burning skin, and Yoongi sucked in a razor-sharp inhale, peaking at the point of airlessness from holding his own breath, shooting white onto those thick, muscular, tanned thighs, his orgasm clinging to them even as they violently shuddered and bucked, slick cream dripping down the curves.
They let go.
The chains fell, slapping them in the chest and legs, smearing the cum.
The rushing oxygen knocked the wind out of Yoongi, making him cough and shake his head tensely, then a groan tumbled out of him, sudden soothing wet heat, and he cracked his eyes open, seeing her lick off Jungkook’s cum on his thighs, switching between him and the younger man, the depth of their moans mixing. One raspy, one silvery, both hoarse. Wet tongue all over sensitive and overstimulated skin, sharp nails gripping their hips, hint of pain, and that made it perfect.
Yoongi looked up, his palms on the bed behind him, panting.
Jungkook felt the eyes on him and gazed back, slightly unfocused, trapped in the carnage of the aftermath, sweat making his toned chest glisten. Yoongi smirked, open-mouthed and devious, deliberately looking Jungkook up and down.
“Should get a mirror next time so you can see yourself.”
He found perverse pleasure in seeing Jungkook’s cheeks flush red, tucking his chin down to cover his face with his long black hair, unable to keep eye contact any longer.
The only way Yoongi knew how to take it was too far.
-
It was true.
You were sick and tired of being alone.
It wasn’t as if you wanted your dad to be home. What was he gonna do? Become to dad he never was? No. You were too old for that shit anyway. And besides, it wasn’t like you didn’t understand it. Being an adult sucked. He was real good at gambling. So good that you were standing in a big house and you could buy big cars and big rings with your father’s winnings. Everyone liked to say that money couldn’t buy happiness.
But you know what it could buy?
It could buy two matching collars and silver chains.
Only someone born rich could say something like money can’t buy happiness, because everyone else knew that happiness was security, and security was lying between a sleeping Jeon Jungkook and dozing Min Yoongi and having your hands wrapped around each silver chain, running your fingers over the immobile links, soaking in the depraved satisfaction that gave you. Sure, maybe you had daddy issues that gave you bad, bad habits, but everyone had a sin and yours being lust only bothered those whose predominant sin was envy.
You felt Jungkook’s hand on your hip, pulling himself closer. Pressed his body against yours, craving the closeness and the maximum amount of touch. Yoongi’s fingertips were running down the tendon of your wrist, murmuring your name.
“Yeah?”
“Happy?” he mumbled, a one-word question.
You smiled to the dark.
You weren’t wearing your white contact lens. It was time to sleep.
summary:Jeon Jungkook has fucked up big time. Unlike you, he woke up with perfectly clear memories of fucking you. He spends every spare moment of his shift staring at you and trying not to get caught. Your father is his, uh, bosswho very much knows how to use a knife, yikes. Jungkook definitely shouldn’t like you. But he does. Ah, shit.
warnings: rated M (18+) for language; Jungkook is low-key a horny mess at work; graphic descriptions of sexual acts (fem reader, penetrative sex, cowgirl); actually just fluff; non-idol!BTS; waiter!Jungkook x hostess!reader; Jungkook’s POV, ft waiter!JImin
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“Fuck, that ass is illegal. Those fucking legs. Ugh, I don’t know how she does it, wearing those heels all night…”
“Lusting after your favorite hostess?”
Jeon Jungkook jumped ten feet into the air, greeted by the mischievous, perceptive expression of Park Jimin. The shorter man was dressed sharply in the restaurant’s waiter uniform – black vest, crisp navy shirt, black slacks, restaurant logo pin on the vest pocket atop a tucked, folded, patterned navy handkerchief.
“How many times do I have to tell you?” Jimin chastised the second Jungkook faced him, reaching over with his small hands and plucking the handkerchief from Jungkook’s vest. “Left over right, not right over left.”
Jungkook felt his cheeks burn as the blond-haired man refolded it. The restaurant was bustling with activity, loud conversations and utensils against plates enough to mask Jimin’s words to anyone but him, who was standing in front of his hyung.
“What’s with you lately? You were getting the hang of it and now you’re forgetting these details and nearly arriving late, looking all messy… Are you trying to make me look bad? After I helped you get this job?”
Debatable, but yes, Jimin had set up the interview when he asked for help job hunting. The restaurant had been looking to hire a few more servers. Jungkook felt eyes on him as Jimin returned the perfectly folded handkerchief to Jungkook’s vest with a pout, puffing one of his round cheeks as he continued talking. Instead of listening, he looked up.
Right into your eyes.
You gave Jungkook a teasing smile, the ever-so-slight sliver of pink tongue peeking between your painted scarlet lips.
Jungkook turned red.
Jimin jabbed him in the chest.
“Stop making googly eyes at the head chef’s daughter! You’re gonna get yourself killed!” he hissed.
Too late.
Jungkook was already remembering your hands on his waist, pulling him to you, kiss hot and passionate, your fingers sliding under his navy shirt, his own white t-shirt on your pretty frame, your sensual whisper in his mouth.
“I said I would give it back,” you had breathed against his moaning lips.
Jimin snapped him out of his thoughts by smacking him upside the head.
“Come on, back to work.”
Jungkook hurried to the kitchen, nearly colliding with the head chef himself. The older man raised an eyebrow and shook his head as Jungkook apologized.
“Pay fucking attention. You better not be running with the food,” the head chef snapped gruffly. “Kids these days, always making a damn mess of things…” he added with a grumble, rerolling his sleeves as he walked past Jungkook, revealing the pattern of intricate inked leaves on the muscular, spotted forearms, reminding Jungkook of his interview when applying for the job.
“No tattoos.”
The head chef was glaring at Jungkook right hand with flinty, hard eyes surrounded by lines of age that had seen far too much shit to be dealing with Jeon Jungkook right now. Park Jimin had been hiding behind one of the kitchen doors, wincing at the gruff dismissal. Jungkook sputtered, retreating his hand from the table.
“A-ah, I could wear a g-glove or–”
“Who cares these days, Papa?”
And there you were, waltzing in with your hostess uniform, floaty navy blouse with a black tie, restaurant logo pin gleaming in the center, tight black pencil skirt, sheer tights, black heels. You swooped down and grabbed Jungkook’s hand under the table, dropping it back on the tablecloth.
“They’re small and, look, one of them is a heart. What gang do you think he’s part of? Hm? Gang of spreading love throughout the galaxy?”
The older man rubbed his forehead, running his fingers through salt-and-pepper strands. “It’s going to look fucking terrible for our reputation if–”
“What looks terrible is you swearing in the back all the time,” you chuckled, taking the resume in front of your father. “He’s handsome. Think of all the customers he’ll bring, especially the younger crowd. They’ll think he’s cool.”
“Work is not about being cool–”
“Butappearances matter,” you cut off your father once again, framing Jungkook’s stunned expression with the paper and your hand. “Look at him. He’s a good-looking guy. People will come back to eat here just to see him.”
Your father sighed, relenting slightly but not too much. “His hair is too fucking long.”
“Then he’ll cut it.”
And then you finally, finally turned your head to look at him, sparkling eyes full of life, taking his breath away, your simple but exquisitely done makeup merely accenting your mirthful gaze and teasing smile, thoroughly amused with knocking down your father a peg.
“Mmm, maybe not too much though. You look pretty good with long hair.”
Jungkook’s lips parted, completely speechless.
You turned away from him and he could finally breathe again, still slightly dumbstruck at the whole exchange and amazed at how the harsh man in front of him produced such perfect offspring. He barely registered you speaking to your father.
“Besides, what are you acting so old for? You have tattoos.”
“Youth is so careless these days,” your father deflected, standing up.
You laughed, light and musical. “You too, weren’t you, Papa?”
The older man scowled at your bright, playful expression before sighing and admitting defeat. "Have Jimin show the kid the ropes,“ your father mumbled, placing a hand on your head for a moment before stalking off to the kitchen.
"Now I have to fix my hair,” you sighed, combing a hand through it.
Jungkook thought you looked wonderfully sexy with slightly disheveled hair.
“Ah, Jimin, there you are, you rascal, were you listening in? Could you…?”
Jungkook was cut out of his thoughts once again as orders were rattled off to him. He mentally noted them with ease, his short black ponytail bouncing with his movements, collecting the tray of streaming food carefully, balancing it well. He hadn’t known it at the time, too desperate for a job to consider it, but he was good at the work and, what’s more, he enjoyed it. There was something nice about feeding people good food and seeing their big smiles after a filling meal, thanking him with gratitude. Like everyone, Jungkook got his share of assholes (suspiciously, mostly men whose wives spent their time staring at him), but it didn’t matter, because at the end of the night, he would laugh about it with Jimin and his coworkers over dinner, swapping stories of funny things that happened.
And the best nights were the nights when you helped out.
You always ate later than everyone else and always your father, helping him clean up. Sometimes your mother was there too, and Jungkook would watch the three of you interact. You were a lot like your mom, more carefree and friskier, giving your gruff, stoic father a hard time. No one could joke around with the head chef besides you and your mother.
Jungkook spent every free moment he had to observe your attentive gaze tending to the customers, leading them with elegant steps and a gentle smile, on the cusp of playfulness but not quite. Jimin had noticed his infatuation immediately and teased him incessantly about it… until he realized Jungkook was serious.
“Are you crazy?” Jimin choked on his drink when he came over to hang out on their off day and Jungkook admitted to his crush. “You couldn’t lust after any other girl but the one with an angry father that has access to literal knives and knows how to fillet a fish in less than five seconds?”
“Uh…”
“… Do you have a death wish or what?”
Maybe.
But Jungkook also knew he couldn’t stop thinking about you. You were way too cool for him, too attractive, too capable, switching between hostess work, chef work, management, fuck, even waiting on the tables if someone suddenly called in sick. You knew all the ins and outs, always ready to help someone who was having some trouble. One time the men’s toilet was clogged and you tied up your hair, rolling up your sleeves and unclogged it yourself, not even batting an eyelash.
Jungkook did not think he would ever find anyone holding a plunger sexy, but he also hadn’t met you.
It was an absolutely terrible, no good, very bad idea to want you, his coworker, his boss’s daughter, his incredibly-skilled-with-a-knife and usually-wielding-an-iron-wok boss’s daughter. He tried not to think about it and stay polite and definitely avoided staring too long at your ass, because then he would have to run to the bathroom and calm his dick down, knowing he was never going to tap that.
Or so he thought.
Until that moment in the break room. Jungkook had ducked into the back to take a breath and hydrate from a particularly busy day, sweating a little from the hot kitchen. He nearly ran into you.
“Oh, s-sorry!”
“It’s okay, Jungkook. I don’t mind if it’s you.”
He had gawked at you and you gave him that gentle, almost teasing smile. Then your body turned a little, preparing to walk past, not asking him to move out of the way.
“Gotta get back to work.”
Your ass brushed against his crotch due to the narrow doorway, his body automatically following, pressing back, nearly pinning you to the doorframe. You paused, eyes shifting to him. Jungkook felt his ears heat, trying to pull away, not wanting you to feel his rapidly growing erection. There was a split second where you could have recoiled in disgust, maybe even yelled at him, but you hadn’t given him any time to move away or avoid you and he wasn’t trying to–
You leaned back, wiggling your ass on his already hard cock.
Jungkook’s eyes widened.
Now your smile was definitely teasing.
“Don’t take too long. I’ll miss you too much,” you purred, looking up into his eyes.
And you left.
Him and his dick.
Both very depressed about it.
Then there was that whole thing where he spilled rum on your jacket when he was out that one fateful night, not expecting anything, but it somehow led to conversation, more drinks, heated kisses, and finally going home with you to fuck like animals. He wasn’t supposed to like you in the first place and you weren’t supposed make him fall harder by being the perfect blend of wild and sexy. And to top it all off, you were endearingly confused and cute the next morning, slowly piecing everything together and wanting to stay with him once everything clicked.
Wanting him more.
Fucking him more.
Jungkook was, officially, well and truly screwed.
He watched you right now, chatting with a disturbingly handsome man – one might even say, worldwide handsome – looking so perfect and pretty next to someone like that, someone with a great smile and laugh, someone that didn’t wait tables for a living. It made his heart ache as you bowed politely, waving goodbye to the handsome man.
You seemed to sense his gaze and you turned your head slightly, smiling at him underneath your neatly pinned hair. Jungkook started and threw himself into the kitchen. If he bothered to look back, he would have seen you laugh a little, making the other hostess look at you questioningly.
It was all very bad and getting worse, because now Jungkook had memories of your nails raking down his back, your breath on his skin, pleading with him to fuck you harder, to drive his dick into your tight, wet pussy, to mess you up and claim you, pushing his head down so he could bite your shoulder when he came, ecstasy shooting through his veins, your thighs squeezing his waist. He now had memories of you wearing his shirt, laying in his bed, standing in his kitchen, eating on the couch with him. Memories of your smiling mouth against his, rolling your hips into his crotch, knowing you two were nearly going to be late if you started again, but you breathed his name into his mouth, saturated with desire, your bare thigh rubbing against his already hard, leaking cock.
Jungkook couldn’t say no.
Not to the most diligent, capable, beautiful hostess he’d ever seen.
A minor issue that your father sharpened his knives while glaring at anyone in his path, including Jungkook. Maybe a little extra violently when spotting Jungkook. He was getting less and less subtle about his attraction to you.
He tried very hard not to look at you, because if you caught him, you would give him that oh-so-familiar smile and then all he could think about was the way you rode him, hands on his shoulders, nails digging into his skin, head thrown back and messy hair floating around you, your tits bouncing right in front of his face. That harsh smack of hips to hips, the squelch of wetness mixing with moans, the pleasure racing through his spine, him wishing it would never end.
Sometimes you didn’t even have to look at him and he was already thinking it.
It was already the end of the night and you were shouting at your father.
“Don’t stay out too late!”
“What do you think I am, a fucking child? I’ll be fine. Stop worrying,” came the gruff response from the back. “Tell your mother the address if she wants to come.”
“She won’t, because unlike you she likes to sleep.” You were laughing in the kitchen, the other chefs already leaving with your father, off to a night of drinking with their boss. “What about me? Can I go have fun?”
“After you close up properly,” your father sighed.
Jungkook poked his head over the kitchen door, witnessing you grinning up at your father, everybody outside chatting as they waited. The older man frowned as you plucked the chef’s hat from your father’s head and put in on yours, taking his jacket as he handed it to you.
“That’s dirty. Take it off.”
“Why? You used to let me wear it all the time.”
“That’s because you were a kid, always trying to follow me around,” your father scoffed.
“I want to be like you. You will always be my hero, Papa.”
Jungkook noticed your father’s ears flush pink as he turned away, grunting. “Don’t forget to lock up.”
You hugged him and your father made a disgruntled grumble. “I love you. Be careful, okay?”
“Fuck, what are you, my mother?” the older man mumbled, but letting himself be hugged, patting your neatly pinned hair. You let go and he hurried off, letting out a puff of annoyed air.
“Bye, Papa.”
The head of salt-and-pepper stopped. Jungkook jerked his own head back as your father looked over his shoulder. He heard him sigh heavily, softer words now, words only meant for his daughter, words no one else was supposed to hear, kind and warm.
“Love you.”
Jungkook should really just leave. Everyone else was gone. Jimin had warned him multiple times not to stay behind, but Jungkook had pushed his hyung away, saying it was fine, telling Jimin not to worry because he had overheard that the head chef was treating all the kitchen staff to drinks tonight and that meant you weren’t going directly home with your father.
“Is it gonna be fine when I’m scraping your remains off the walls?” Jimin muttered and he pulled on his coat and shook his head. Jungkook had shooed him away.
He should really just leave, but he couldn’t, because, maybe, if there was a chance…
“Jungkook?”
He jumped, eyes shifting in every direction except your face right in front of him.
“Ah… yeah? It’s me?”
Smooth, Jeon Jungkook. He winced at his own response.
You tilted your head, swerving it this way and that to try to catch his gaze. “What are you still doing here? I thought you went home with the others?”
“Uh… I thought… I was hoping, maybe, if you want to…”
He finally looked at you and your playful expression, energetic despite the late hour, a true night owl and definitely not a morning person. Your smile grew. His cheeks felt hotter and hotter with every passing second. He really needed a few drinks before he could loosen up around you.
“Go eat something?” he squeaked.
You blinked at him. “Haven’t you eaten? I saw you devouring three bowls of samgyeopsal.”
Oh. Right. He did eat three bowls of pork belly. “Er… but you haven’t eaten yet. I saw you were cleaning.”
You nodded. “I could eat, yeah.”
Jungkook brightened, grasping at the little hope you gave him. “What would you like? I could order something right now and we could go pick it up. If…” He swallowed, realizing he hadn’t even asked if you wanted to spend time with him yet. “If you want to hang out with me for a little while, that is…”
You chuckled, shaking you head. “You don’t have to order anything.”
“O… oh.” He felt his heart sink.
“I’m already looking at my meal.”
He blinked at you. That gentle, teasing smile slowly graced your lips.
“I like Korean.”
Immediately Jungkook puffed his cheeks, whole face heating. “H-Hey–”
But you cut him off, leaning in and pressing your lips to his, hooking a finger on one of his belt loops and pulling him closer, arm gliding around his waist. Soft kisses, light and airy, murmuring his name, and he couldn’t help it anymore, his own hands landing on your hips and moaning into your mouth, squeezing that ass he had been staring at all evening.
“I want to hang out with you all night, Jungkook. You want that?”
Fuck yes, he did. But he also didn’t want to die.
“B-But, your dad…”
“Why do you think I spent all that time buttering him up, hm? Papa won’t mind if I tell him I’m hanging out with a friend… especially after a few beers.”
pairing(s): yoongi x reader x jungkook, mentions of namjoon x reader
Do not read this before reading the full a–dick–ted au. Although these events occur before the entirety of the a–dick–ted au, the significance will be lost unless the rest is read first.
warnings:rated M (18+) for language, mentions of alcohol consumption; everyone is fucking around (literally); dreams of smut (fem reader, nipple play, fingering, f-receiving oral, penetrative sex, doggy, spanking, choking, scratching / marking); non-idol!AU
inspired by TXT’s new album, The Chaos Chapter: FREEZE based on this
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now playing – anti-romantic by TOMORROW X TOGETHER
He didn’t know it then.
He couldn’t dream of what was to come.
He didn’t know this moment would change him forever.
“This is my friend, Min Yoongi.”
“Hello.”
She didn’t pay very much attention to him and he didn’t pay much attention to her. They merely exchanged names, waved in greeting, and went back to their respective moments. She stood next to Kim Namjoon, hands in her pockets, not really looking at the people he was introducing her to. An awkward air, yet Namjoon stood beside her protectively. She chewed on her lip, nodding as another member of the friend group acknowledged her. Yoongi didn’t think much of her. She wasn’t his type. Baggy black cargo pants, loose black t-shirt, black cap.
His type was short skirts and easy.
Min Yoongi was a bad boy.
He smirked and pressed the girl beside him to his chest. She giggled and smacked him, playfully pretending to push him away. He wouldn’t call her in the morning and she would probably barely remember him, seeing how drunk she was.
Min Yoongi was a playboy.
He didn’t know.
Later, he was kissing his fuck of the night and, out of the corner of his eye, he saw her and Namjoon in a corner. She was in Namjoon’s lap, her cap on the seat beside him, Namjoon’s hands all over her waist and ass. Yoongi pushed the girl down to his neck, letting her sloppily make out with his skin, watching Namjoon’s kind-of, sort-of girlfriend.
He didn’t know why.
Something about the way she was kissing his friend.
She wasn’t dressed sexy, but she moved like it, sensual, deep kisses, grinding in Namjoon’s lap, her hands sliding up into his dark hair. Words exchanged. Her eyes opening slightly, half-lidded and looking around them. For a split second, her gaze and Yoongi’s gaze connected, drawn to each other like a moth to flame. Yoongi only had a fragment of an instant to see those blown-out pupils and then Namjoon’s hand was creeping up the front of her shirt, kneading her breasts through the fabric.
Her attention was gone from him.
And his from her.
Min Yoongi didn’t care about anything.
Weird that when he fucked that girl in her apartment that night, he thought about those eyes.
Orgasmed thinking about them.
Those eyes had been searching for something. Yoongi wasn’t sure if she was looking at the actual people around her or something else. But it felt like something else. He didn’t know why.
He simply felt that way.
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Yoongi closed his eyes and dreamed.
In his dream, her. Namjoon’s kind-of, sort-of girlfriend.
Except she wasn’t with Namjoon. She was wearing a sinfully short red satin dress, tight in all the right places, molded to every curve, his leather jacket over his shoulders. She looked sexy as fuck in red. Just so fucking beautiful on her own, standing there, surrounded by his black leather.
She turned her head and looked at him.
He couldn’t breathe.
Down, like he was falling, falling, and then his head collided with pillows, gasping, and she was on top of him, hungry kisses, tumbling, him grabbing her shoulders and pushing her down, so hot, her sounds filling his ears, his name a wanton moan, and he couldn’t stop, sliding between her legs, instant bliss, fucking her into the bed, surrounded by soft navy sheets, that mouth calling his name, those eyes looking into his soul, and the sound, fuck, her sound, music to his ears, the wet slap of their bodies, her whimpers, the way she said his name.
She had never said his name in real life, but in this dream, she said it like she had been saying it all her life.
And he could feelit, feel the way her pussy wrapped around his hard length, squeezing him, sucking him in, wanting him, and he was hazy, intoxicated, drunk.
Addicted.
It shot through him, the pleasure invasive and unavoidable, clawing through his veins, setting them all on fire, and he wanted it, those blown-out pupils and that fucked-out expression, he wanted it, that open mouth, pretty pink hole just begging to have his cock shoved into it, he wanted it, that body squirming under him, thighs and ass and tits and back, he wanted to watch cum drip down all over this body and spread it around with his hands, coating her with the thick scent of his orgasm, capturing her lips and thrusting his tongue into that mouth, her whines shoved back into her lungs.
Yoongi wanted it.
In this dream, he shoved her against the wall, pressed her down onto the kitchen counter, dragged her into his lap, put her on her knees on the floor, and fucked her, fucked her, and fucked her, and it was never enough, it never seemed to be enough, and he couldn’t stop, he just couldn’t stop wanting to fuck her so, so bad.
He wanted it so bad.
Wanted her to say his name, to grip onto his shoulders, to tip her head back as his hand wrapped around her neck and his cock assaulted her pussy, legs and arms and voice wrapped all around him, begging for more, here, there, everywhere, somewhere, nowhere.
Darkness.
Swallowing him up.
And then he was alone.
No, not alone.
But not with her.
Yoongi felt himself running, running, the world in darkness. A hand in his hand, holding tight, stumbling, looking for the black light that was her, chasing the moment. The never-ending moment of his lips on her lips, in the safety of the impossible.
-
The funny thing about dreams is, they’re too easy to forget.
Yoongi awoke with a start, tangled in unknown sheets, in a stranger’s bed. It was early morning. The sun hadn’t even rose yet. He was naked. The girl he fucked last night was naked and passed out. The details slipped away from him rapidly, all of it, but he remembered the sex the night before was nothing like his dream.
The sex last night before was fucking trash.
He got up quietly and yanked on his clothes, taking all his belongings, not giving a single shit, not bothering being nice about it. It didn’t mean anything, and it never did.
His head hurt a little, but not that bad. He picked up his phone, deleting the girl’s number right there in her own bedroom before shoving it in his pocket. He stepped outside the unknown apartment and started walking, hands in his pockets, looking for where he was, forgetting all about the dream and last night’s fuck.
Deep down, Yoongi felt an ache.
A want.
He couldn’t place it though. Didn’t know why.
Something brushed past his ear and it almost sounded like his name, breathless and full of lust.
Yoongi turned his head, his short black hair fluffing in the wind, but there was nothing but the stale air of dawn. He frowned, turning back forward, a sudden thought intruding his mind.
The best sex is still…
Who?
Yoongi looked up into the sky that was beginning to break into light, but, inside him, he was trapped in what seemed like endless darkness.
The funny thing about dreams is, even if you forget them, they don’t forget you.
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now playing – ‘0X1=LOVESONG (i know i love you) ft. seori’ by TOMORROW X TOGETHER
He couldn’t do anything to stop himself.
When he was awake, he did whatever. He messed around, he drank, he fooled around with feelings and bodies, but never too much, never too far. He dressed nice to attract the sweet compliments, showering himself with praise and validation from others to feed his insecurities, but his heart belonged to that soulmate he would find one day, so he couldn’t get careless and give away his first experience to anyone.
It had to be that one, that person, all or nothing.
Jeon Jungkook believed that.
He believed that when he met this person, he would know instantly. That was how it was in movies and shows, right? The chance meeting, eyes to eyes, and the two main characters just knew, life giving them every chance to fall in love, the perfect moment of falling flower petals and birds singing in the background as they kissed for the first time.
So, why?
Why couldn’t his brain stop?
He didn’t even remember how they met. Not at all. He was probably drunk, and it was only an introduction anyway. Kim Namjoon introduced her as his friend, even though it was obvious they were sex friends. That wasn’t his person. The person for Jungkook would be like him. Waiting for the one. The moment of falling flower petals and birds singing in the background.
He hadn’t waited for his first kiss, but he had decided that wasn’t as important as his first time. He had been young then. He didn’t know the magic, the power, the importance of love. He knew that now, so he simply always stopped before the final moment. He would do everything else but that.
He had to wait and look for it.
Where was his moment?
Where was his euphoria?
Where was his forever dream?
Slowly, Jungkook was losing.
He would throw himself onto his bed of soft navy sheets and fall asleep, alone, the frustration festering inside his heart, infested and infected.
-
In his dreams.
Her.
It didn’t make any sense. He didn’t know her. He had only seen her a handful of times and they barely spoke. He didn’t even ask questions when Namjoon and her parted ways. He didn’t care. She wasn’t the one. She didn’t give him that feeling, so unless she wanted to be a side mission to his quest, he didn’t pay any attention to her.
And yet.
In his dreams, her.
Crawling onto his bed, shedding her clothes, delicate hand sliding up his abs, smelling like whiskey, pine, and leather even though that wasn’t what she smelled like whenever she hung out with him and his friends. Jungkook didn’t understand. He didn’t understand why he could feel this touch, he didn’t understand why it made him hot, he didn’t understand why his hand always reached down and pulled her to him, his lips crashing to those malleable lips, her mewls vibrating in his mouth, soft body flush against his hard one. His hands slid between her legs, forcing them apart, kissing down that body line, the smooth texture of her skin on his lips and tongue, fuck, breasts so soft and the taste of her nipples in his mouth, swelling a little as he sucked, lapping at it with the tip of his wet muscle and hearing her moan his name, a moan he had never, ever heard in his whole life, but she said it like she had been saying it forever and ever.
Jungkook didn’t understand why he could feel everything.
He could feel it, his mouth on that heat, guttural moan emitting from his throat as he tasted it, sweet like candy, his fingers digging into soft thighs, spreading them open as his tongue traced circles around that opening that he had never sampled before, thrusting his tongue in and groaning, getting hard because he could feel her muscles close around his tongue, his nose rubbing the sensitive nub covered in slick juices, sliding the wet muscle back out and encompassing her clit with his lips, licking at it and it swelled, engorged with pleasure, listening to her soft cries, his cock getting harder and harder, looking up at that face and seeing her head tipped back, mouth open, sucking on her clit more harshly, her trembling body shaking his own, surrounded by delightful sin as her juices flooded his mouth and her lustful voice whimpering his name flooded his ears, so turned on that he had to clamp his thighs around his cock to get it to calm down.
The dreams got worse.
His fingers shoved inside her, feeling her pussy walls wrapped around them, her hands gripping his shirt and her gasps in his ear as he thrust his fingers into her roughly, her softness to his hardness, wetter, louder, something between his teeth that tasted artificially sweet, and she leaned in and sucked it into her mouth, swallowing it before kissing him, ravenous, needy, whimpering his name, his fingers soaked to the knuckles.
And then.
In between her legs, his thick, hard length pushing into that tightness, oh, fuck, and it was perfect, wonderful, so tight, so wet, so soft. His hips rocking, plunging into that heat over and over, and she was breathless from his power, wrists pinned down by his hands as he fucked her into his bed, rough massage of her orgasm up and down his hardness, oh, so good, so hot, so sexy, so real, he could feel it like she was right there, wailing his name as he pumped his cock into her forcefully and came, shooting his cum inside that perfect pussy wrapped around him, fitted to every contour of his jerking length, made just for him.
Jungkook didn’t understand.
He dreamt these dreams all the time. Whenever his eyes closed and he slipped into darkness, she came to him, and he rushed to her, hungry to feel it again, the lust the seemed never-ending, the way she said his name, the way her nails dug into his skin and scratched him up, the way her breath caught when his hand was around her neck, ecstasy painted on her beautiful features as he thrust up into her, smacking hips to hips, so hard he could feel it bruise, and he loved it, he loved the feeling that seemed so real, so fucking real that it was starting to be better than his actual flings.
But Jungkook could do nothing.
She didn’t look at him.
To be honest, she expressed nothing but annoyance with his presence.
This wasn’t how it was supposed to be.
It was supposed to be a perfect moment.
It couldn’t be her.
Her fingers would be twisted in a leather coat, her lips parting as Min Yoongi filled her ears with words Jungkook couldn’t hear, watching his hyung’s fingertips graze her thigh. And just as soon as they touched, they would break apart.
Jungkook was confused.
Like ships in the night, Namjoon’s past lover, his kind-of, sort-of ex-girlfriend would walk by Min Yoongi and something would be exchanged, something Jungkook couldn’t quite tell or see, until it was obvious, short skirts and cropped tops, Yoongi dragging her into hallways, into bathrooms, into dark corners, doing things to her, things Jungkook dreamed about every night now, things that he had never considered or didn’t even know he could do.
The more of her body was revealed to him, the more Jungkook wanted it.
But he couldn’t.
But he wantedit, wanted her under him moaning his name, wanted her hands on his body, wanted his cock to be the one to make her feel good. Jungkook wanted it and he didn’t understand why, because love was falling flower petals and birds singing in the background, not him dragging her on hands and knees and pounding her from behind, groaning as he savored the feeling of his crotch harshly smacking into her plump ass, his open palm slapping the softness and making it jiggle for him, leaving red marks and crescents of his nails because he was grabbing her hips so tightly while shooting his load into that warm, wet tightness, listening to her wanton moan of his name.
Jungkook could think about nothing else.
Addicted.
He would lay in bed and close his eyes, remembering his dreams, stroking his hard length with his hand and imagining it was hers, fucking his own hand and imagining her holding his cock, not even needing her to do the moving because just her presence was enough, just knowing that she was there, waiting to be used by him, and that thought alone was enough to make him orgasm with an aching gasp, pressing his head back into the pillows and shooting thick spurts of cum all over his hand and thighs, globs of whiteness dripping down and covering him with his scent, imagining it was her he was painting with his cum, smearing it onto her tits, her face, her stomach, her ass, her legs, everything, everywhere, all over.
He couldn’t make it stop.
He wanted it.
Needed it.
Needed her.
Jungkook just knew.
There was no way he could make it stop.
No, there was.
One way.
Could he?
“Hyung?”
Min Yoongi looked up from his glass of whiskey, leather jacket creaking, smelling like pine. His black hair over dark brown eyes, cat-like and indifferent to the world around him.
“Can I talk to you for a second?”
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now playing – frost by TOMORROW X TOGETHER
Silence.
A silent night for the first time in a long time.
For the past couple months, your nights had been filled with heavy breaths, the slap of skin to skin, deep whispers of your name. Strong hands wrapped around you, full lips capturing yours, pressed cheek to dimpled cheek, his large frame towering over you, full of warmth and lust.
And now.
Nothing.
Because you had asked it to stop.
You shifted in your pillows, turning your phone over in your hand.
“I appreciate you being upfront about it. To be honest, I wasn’t really getting the vibes from you either.”
That’s what Kim Namjoon said to you.
“I’d like to still be friends though. Would you?”
You didn’t need to hesitate.
“I’d like that, Namjoon.”
He had smiled at you, wide and full, dimples on full display.
You turned your phone over in your hand.
You thought you would regret it. At least feel disappointed. Sad. Something. Anything.
Nothing.
It wasn’t that serious. It was just sex. You weren’t his girlfriend. You didn’t want it to be more than that. He did. It was better this way, for you and Namjoon. He could find what he needed, because it wasn’t you.
You stopped turning your phone in your hand.
Remembering black hair and dark, cat-like eyes.
Remembering the closeness.
Remembering his words.
“Are you wet?”
Your words.
“Are you hard?”
The shiver you felt at his response.
“Yeah.”
He told the truth, so you did too.
“Yes.”
You looked up at the ceiling, remembering the way his deft fingers danced in the air. Teasing you. Making you wonder what he could do with them.
summary:Yes. It is a fact. Your boyfriend, Jeon Jungkook, an absolute stellar specimen of a human being, considers workout clothes hotter than lacey lingerie because he is (ahem, say this in the most endearing way possible, please and thank you) a fucking muscle pig.
warnings: rated M (18+) for language; established relationship; playful banter and shitty jokes; in which Jungkook attempts to become a porn director and gets mad clowned by his gf aka you; crack and fluff; living room smut (fem reader, ass + pussy slapping, dry humping, nipple play, fingering, JK lifts you up by the pussy, f-receiving oral, penetrative sex); non-idol!BTS - blond!JK; the parenthesis are the reader’s inner thoughts; yes, I didreference the classic “Can I have Your Number?” 2007 Mad TV sketch XD
it’s the best laid plans/counter point couple and they’re crackheads no need to read the others, but they’re there if you want more
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“Jungkook.”
“Yeah?”
“Um…”
“Does it not fit?”
“No, that isn’t the issue here…”
Your boyfriend was an idiot.
“Thefuckis this?”
You walked out of the bedroom, glaring at Jeon Jungkook, your one-of-kind but also kind-of-an-idiot boyfriend (don’t get it twisted, you were well aware you were also a special idiot). He was currently sitting on the couch, hands between his muscular open legs, wearing a sleeveless white tank (hot) and navy basketball shorts (double hot), grinning eagerly as you appeared (aww). You did not, however, bother coming out looking as sexy as possible (let’s be honest, Jungkook did not give two shits about clothes, not because you didn’t look cute in them, but because his preferred outfit on you was ‘birthday suit’ – butt-ass naked) because you were presently a bit peeved at him. Hm, how to say it?
Disappointed, but not surprised.
Jungkook’s eyes lit up and went all sparkly upon seeing you.
“Why did I know that when you said, I bought you some lingerie, you really just meant a sports bra and running shorts? By the way, these are obscenely short. My ass is hanging out the back.”
His smile was showing all of his teeth, giving him the appearance of a rambunctious and mischievous bunny. His long blond hair was swept to one side, definitely on purpose because you always told him it looked best that way. He was taking preventative measures.
You know, seducing you so you wouldn’t get mad at him for tricking you and putting you in workout clothes.
(It was working. You weren’t gonna say it wasn’t.)
“Is it? Turn around and let me check.”
You thinned your eyes and mouth into lines. You let him get away with so much shit because he was hot. Oh yeah, and also you were in love with him.
(It worked the other way around as well though. Couldn’t complain.)
You rolled your eyes and turned around, flipping your wrists to frame your ass with fanned fingers.
“Hello? There’s a whole gust of wind back here and the seam is practically in my butt crack!”
You looked over your shoulder only to throw yourself into the wall, hurriedly spinning back around before your boyfriend, apparently a human rocket launcher, shot off the sofa and barreled towards you (move over Usain Bolt, you’re not as fast as Jungkook when he was after your booty, no cap). You immediately planted your hands on his chest (definitely not planned, but also planned) and stiff-armed him, preventing him from coming any closer.
“Hold on a second! Acknowledge you’re an animal!”
“I’m definitely an animal,” Jungkook chirped with zero hesitation. “Now give me that ass.”
You thinned your eyes and mouth into lines once again as Jungkook knocked your hands aside and grabbed two handfuls of your bare ass because quite frankly these shorts weren’t doing shit, lifting you up and groaning lustfully while you flailed about for a second before grabbing his shoulders and hooking your legs around his torso, squeezing his chest with your thighs.
“You have a problem,” you muttered.
Jungkook’s face planted into your tits and he didn’t reply, forearms pressed under your thighs, one tattooed, one not. You ran your fingers through his blond hair, clicking your tongue as your boyfriend committed erotic asphyxiation with your sports-bra-covered tits.
Yeah.
Sports-bra-covered!!!
(Kinda rude to the naked titty, come ondude!)
Jungkook yanked his face out of your breasts, gasping for breath, silver eyebrow piercing flashing as he looked up at you, grinning very adorably.
Okay, one.
Man was toostrong. Had a workout obsession and it clearly showed with how easily he was holding you up by your ass. To be fair, he had a vast amount of surface area to hold, for sure.
(Your bangin’ ass was due to yourvideo game obsession, poggers!)
Two.
Fuck, he was socute. The crinkles next to his sparkling brown eyes and huge smile with the little mole underneath? The little mole on his nose?! Fucking precious.
(Goddamn, you were such a simp, but, goddamn, did Jungkook make it easy.)
Three.
His fingers were sneaking closer and closer to that center seam.
“I thought we were supposed to work out,” you said calmly and with zero intention to work out even if Jungkook hadn’t made you dress like a slutty Pilates teacher. Hey, fitness was his thing. He had his thing and you had your thing. Your thing just happened to be sitting on your ass playing video games (a completely valid lifestyle, by the way).
Jungkook wiggled his eyebrows at you.
“We can work out,” was his cheery reply that indicated zero intention of working out, sliding your legs back down so he could poke your covered vagina with his massive erection.
(Uh… huh.)
“You know, Jungkook,” (you lovely, handsome, sweet, incredibly horny young man) “We can just fuck, hmmm, I don’t know, naked, because this is our home and you don’t actually need to buy me impractical workout clothing to get it on with me.” You patted his cheek. “I swear you don’t.”
(Saves you money too, Jungkook, maybe you should consider it.)
Your boyfriend blinked at you, tilting his head. “Yeah, but I have fantasies.”
You raised your eyebrows. “Go on, go on.”
“You’re at the gym working out,” Jungkook started, dragging you along. The coffee table was moved and there was a yoga mat on the floor. Pink. It had been on sale. Jungkook had bought it in hopes that you would become interested in yoga, but one downward dog turned pretty quickly into downward doggy, woof, woof, bark, bark.
Also known as, you were interrupted with his dick.
Classic.
You interjected immediately. “That would never happen. I don’t like working out in public.”
Jungkook frowned and slapped your ass, making you smirk. He narrowed his eyes.
“That’s why it’s a fantasy. Now shut up.”
You squeezed him with your thighs and mimed zipping your lips.
“Anyway,” Jungkook continued with a huff, ignoring your patronizing smile and going back to squeezing your ass, looking over your shoulder to watch the softness bulge out from between his fingers, suddenly forgetting how annoying you were (you knew the feeling). You leaned against him, chest to chest, on tiptoe so he could get a good grip, popping your booty to add to the visual.
“You’re working out and then I notice you and we fuck.”
(Are you listening, PornHub? Brazzers got nothing on Jeon Jungkook.)
“Just like that?” you snickered, trying to stifle your laughter threatening to escape.
“I mean, you’re pretty hot. I don’t need to ask too many questions.”
He started bouncing the bottom of your ass with his fingertips, sighing at the perfect jiggle and perk. He always did compliment the roundness from top to bottom and it was further accented by the black short-shorts he had selected (man knew his workout fashion or, rather, man knew the workout fashion that would get him laid). It was hiking the hem deeper and deeper into your butt crack. Slightly uncomfortable, but it was being balanced out by Jungkook dry humping your crotch with his increasingly hard dick.
“I’mpretty hot, are you gonna ask me questions?” he shot back, increasing the vigor in his quest to dribble your ass. Was that why he wore basketball shorts? The mind of a horny man was truly fascinating.
“Hmm.”
You looked up at him with a big smile.
“Yeah, I’d ask, damn, can I have yo number?”
Jungkook burst out laughing at your sudden (and deliberately shitty) imitation of his Busan satoori.
“You’re so annoying–”
He did not get to tell you exactly how annoying you were being because you knew the power of redirected attention, spinning around and pressing your ass into the massive VIP tent in Jungkook’s shorts, trying to weasel your way into entry without having your name on the guest list. All you had to do was seduce the bouncer by rubbing your spread ass and bunched up shorts up and down his length, looking back with your tongue between your smirk, crossed arms under your sports bra, pressing inwards to increase your cleavage.
(Just kidding, you were definitely the only name on the VIP guest list to Jungkook’s dick, mwhahaha!)
“Can I have it? Can I have your number?” you teased, wiggling your eyebrows.
Your boyfriend was too busy moaning at your ass sliding up and down his crotch and thighs to actually respond, eyes glued to your body line, shoulders, tits, back, ass, wrapped in tight spandex and all the juicy bits straining against the too small sizes, all on purpose of course.
Hedidselect the sizes himself.
“Can I pleasereceive the secret code that will intelephonically pass me through to you?”
Jungkook snorted in laughter and smacked your ass, biting back his own groan. “Okay, shut up, I’ll think more about it next time so you’re not fucking clowningme, sheesh – oooh, f-fuck!”
You cut him off again by bending down and pressing your covered heat flush to his hardness, slowly curving back upward with your hands sliding up from your ankles, calves, thighs, framing your ass with your splayed fingers, spreading it out and letting it bounce back, Jungkook’s gasps behind you, forgetting everything he was going to scold you about. Your back to his chest, shoulder blades to his pecs, your arms lifting and reaching back, sinking your fingers into his blond hair and tugging him forward, sighing as his hungry lips feathered kisses all over your shoulders and neck, now actively (and aggressively) humping your ass, his own hands sliding up your torso to squeeze your breasts, slipping his fingers under the form-fitting fabric.
“J-Jungkook…”
He mumbled your name into your skin between kisses, fingers sliding under the sports bra now, pushing it up, your breasts popping out, free for only a second before his palms were pressed against them, rubbing your hard nipples forcefully, his moan in your ear, your hands in his hair, arching your back to fill his hands and grind against his cock.
“You would really want me no matter what?” he murmured against your ear, biting the curve, tracing it with his tongue and sending shivers down your spine.
“Why are you asking?” you chuckled, closing your eyes, savoring the feeling of his fingers squeezing your nipples, teasing and plucking at them, electricity humming in your veins. “I made a move on you first, remember? When I asked if you wanted to bonk.”
Jungkook puffed his cheeks, letting out a huff of air. “We are still telling our children we went on nice, romantic dates first, by the way.”
“Not me, I’m telling them, your mom thought your dad was dummy hot so she flashed him some titty the second he was alone and he was hooked.”
“No, you will not–”
You spun around in his arms, yanking the sports bra off and tossing it aside, bouncing said seduction titties in his immediate vision. His wide brown eyes instantly honed in on your hard nipples poking out, rapidly sucking in a tight breath, the same exact reaction he had the first time he saw them, moan bubbling in his chest, glaring at you for a very brief second (his gaze read, how dare you,but also, fuck yeah!!!), before diving down, turning the tables on you, your turn to gasp sharply as hot lips and swirling tongue attached themselves to one and a wandering hand found the other, both of you moaning in unison, wrapped up in warm lust and strong arms.
His blond hair was messy, golden strands cascading down one side and curling around his high cheekbone and angular jaw, softening his handsome features, a perfect balance of cute and hot.
Jungkook’s eyes found yours, hazed out and reflecting your love for him.
(Remember that it was all his fault you had a massive wet wedgie right now. Hello? Hello? Still simping? Okay, never mind.)
“Wouldyoueven approach me?” you teased, running your fingers through his hair. “You couldn’t even speak to me the first time we met with your friends around.”
Jungkook pouted, narrowing his eyes at you. “That’s not my fault. How wasIsupposed to know that some random girl hyung met online playing freakin’ MapleStorywas going to be literal walking sex?! I wasn’t prepared!”
You laughed cheerfully. “Still mad that I showed you my tits?”
“Fuck no. I have never been and will never be mad about that.”
Somehow seeing your tits had led Jungkook to be the horny animal he was today, but he made you a horny animal the second you saw him and all was fair in love and war, right? Right!
(For the record, Jungkook too was most certainly a horny animal the second he saw you, he just wasn’t going to admit it, we went on nice, romantic dates first!!!)
Which was precisely why he now yanked the shorts off your body (no panties, you knew where this was going the second you held those hilariously tiny shorts up to your lovely lady lumps), moaning at the sight of your soaked slit and seconds later his fingers were there, stroking your heat and your arousal, your hands on his shoulders, breathless cries as his fingers explored, grazing your clit, dipping in a little, teasing you with his touch and his mischievous eyes, dark brown orbs sparkling, knowing you were watching his arms, flexing them for you, black tattoos standing out against prominent muscle.
“F… Fuck, you’re so sexy, Jungkook…”
His hand slid back.
You moaned his name again, digging your nails into his shoulder as he tensed his forearm against your leaking pussy and leaned forward, biting the side of his lip playfully.
Then Jungkook lifted you with one arm.
BRUH.
BY THE PUSSY.
WITH HIS FOREARM.
(GODDAMN.)
“W-Whoa!”
You gripped his shoulders and gasped for breath, eyes widening, wetter at the feeling and the sheer display of strength, your slippery clit and lips rubbing against his inked skin, enough surface area that the weight was distributed pretty well, enough pressure to be throbbingly pleasurable, using his other hand to steady you by the hip so you wouldn’t fall.
“You can help me work out like this,” Jungkook remarked roguishly, lifting you up and down, smirking at your surprised and aroused reaction. “I think it would really help me out.”
“J-Jungkook, doesn’t t-this… oooh, fuck…”
Your hand had slipped down and touched his hard bicep.
Bless the gods that created Jeon Jungkook, seriously.
“Fuck, I’ve been wanting to do that forever. I wanted to make sure I was strong enough,” he breathed, slowly lowering you with a heavy, deep exhale, eyes roaming your naked body, smile dancing on his shapely lips.
(Wasthatwhy he worked out so much?! You would never mock his fitness obsession ever again.)
You grabbed his face, flurry of fierce kisses, tongue and lips and smiles, brief intermission to pull off his white tank before you lost yourself in his breath again, his heat, his skin, his scent, your hands all over his body and his all over yours, pressing his hands into your ass and dragging you to him, your tongue in his lips and being sucked on as you grinned in satisfaction, your fingertips slipping under the elastic waistband of his shorts.
“Not yet.”
You furrowed your brows, about to protest, but Jungkook pushed you down onto the pink yoga mat on hands and knees, your head whipping back and jaw dropping, but his fingers plunged into your wet heat before you got out any snappy objections.
Any words you had swiftly morphed into a wild moan of his name.
His free hand snaked around your waist, pumping two fingers in and out, deep and rough, just the way you liked, shudders of pleasure invading your body as he lifted your torso up, bending you backwards, tweaking your nipple, sultry chuckle in behind you as he increased the pace, hitting you in your favorite spot, your wetness creating loud, messy squelches with each thrust.
“You want this dick, hm?” he drawled, rubbing his covered, rock-hard erection against your thigh, the slinky fabric revealing that he was as turned on as you were, adding a third finger and making your moans pitch, a slight smile growing on your swollen lips.
“You’re just… stalling so you last more than two seconds…”
He snapped your name sharply and yanked his fingers out, smacking your soaked opening with a stinging slap.
(Weaker souls would immediately apologize, but remember you flashed him your tits the second you got him alone.)
You turned your head and grinned at Jungkook’s infuriated expression.
“You can do better than that.”
“You–”
You rolled over, spreading your legs, and were met with rapid, swift smacks to your pussy and clit, back arching at the jolts of pain, moaning for him on the floor, staring at his slightly irritated expression and ash-blond curls, his blown-out pupils drifting up to see you gazing back under half-lidded lashes, aware your want was all over your face and open mouth, tongue hanging out and teasing him, seeing his breathing shallow, hand slowly shoving three fingers back into you, fast and fierce and deep, growling your name, cum for me, cum for all over my hand, you bad, bad girl, and grinning at your snippy reply, I’m only bad because you want me to be bad, Jungkook, because it was true, he knew what your reaction was going to be the minute he brought those gym clothes and you knew he would do something like that, the action being so very him.
That’s why you were together, because when you liked the brand of annoying the other was, making for a harmonious, happy, horny relationship.
(Aww. Okay, back to him ramming his fingers into your pussy.)
“Faster, fuck, yes, yes, ah, Jungkook…!”
Bucking your hips up and crying out, clenching around his long digits and squeezing around them, gasping as you felt your juices leaking out over his hand and your inner thighs, falling back down and hearing the embarrassing squish of your release onto the yoga mat (oop), closing your thighs around his tattooed forearm and pulsing around his fingers, moaning deeply as the waves of pleasure shimmered through you, your core clenched tight to feel every delicious flinch of your ebbing peak.
(Who needed sit-ups when you had Jungkook, right?)
His strong hands forced your legs open, lowering himself between them, sending you into a frenzy of short gasps as he pulled his fingers out, hot breath on your inner thighs as he groaned while licking them off, gasps turning into wanton cries when his lips molded to your trembling slit, lapping up your orgasm, swiping at your engorged clit, holding your squirming hips still with his firm grip, the sensitivity raring through your nerves, trying to get away even though you didn’t want to get away, appreciating that he could tell from your panting noises that vaguely resembled, oh, God, don’t stop, marveling at his deep kissing skills (read: furious tonguing of your pussy), heart racing, spine arching, shivering with intense, blazing desire.
“J-Jungkook…please… w-want your cock, please…”
He had unquestionably been waiting for you to say it, although he had completely forgotten to tease or chastise you about it, instead emerging from between your legs with his glistening chin and bright smile, reaching into his pocket to pull out a condom (clever boy, he planned this, although deducing that did not, in fact, take a team of dinosaur genetic scientists), ripping it open as you yanked the rest of his clothes off, running your fingers over his exposed length and balls, smirking as you felt him twitch, hot taut skin quivering under your touch.
Jungkook slapped your hand. “Stop that.”
You scrunched up your face. “Meanie.”
“You want a good railing or not?”
“Am I the stairs?”
His pierced eyebrow twitched.
“IswearI’m gonna gag you next time,” he muttered, shoving you back down.
“You always say that, but you like it – oh, fuuuuuuuck!”
“Fuck, why are you still so tight–?”
All the words meshed together, lost in incomprehension and pleasure as he entered you, thick, hard, stretching you out, your walls closing in on him, enveloping him tightly with every centimeter that he pushed in, clutching your thighs and panting, shaking brown orbs gazing up at you. You tried to wipe the triumphant smile off your face, too greatly pleased at his reaction.
He glared at you accusingly. “You’re doing it on purpose!”
“Nooooooo…” you sing-songed, grin popping out involuntarily.
Jungkook clenched his jaw, looking a tiny bit scary, but mostly hot as hell. “I’m gonna fuck your brains out.”
“Wait, I need my brai–”
He cut you off by grabbing your legs and sandwiching them between his (buff) arms, bending you in half (improving flexibility!!!) before he started aggressively pounding you into the pink yoga mat with loud smacks of hips to hips.
“Ah,Jungkook!”
(Again, working out is a matter of perspective, remember that, kids.)
Your arms were above your head, moaning to his face, ecstasy flaring all over, looking up into those dark brown eyes that were watching you and your sensual expression, wanting him, needing him, loving him, sweat sticking his ash blond hair to his forehead and cheeks, open mouth and hot pants, so hard, fucking you with deliberate power and measured roughness, so soft, only able to gasp out your name in his deep, silvery voice clouded with lust and adoration, so perfect, because you knew he always did that when he really couldn’t stop himself and he was trying not to cum too fast so he could fuck you as long as possible and not disappoint you, not that he ever could disappoint you with his stubborn determination and relentless diligence, deeper, harder, right there, right there, ah, Jungkook, I’m gonna cum, f-fuck, tumbling into euphoria as he tensed his jaw and his eyes rolled back at the pulsating massage of your powerful walls stimulating him from base to tip, thrusting for all his was worth until he managed to get out…
“Fuck, goona cum, fuck!”
Very loudly, your name exploding out of his mouth and his cock jolting inside you, the buck of his hips indicating the strength and ferocity of his orgasm along with his obscenely loud moan, filling up the whole apartment with his climax in the middle of the day (oop), your cum dripping down and soaking into the mat (double oop), feeling Jungkook’s defined torso shake from the tremors of your pleasure and his (definitely not an oop).
“Hah…oooh, shit…”
Your legs slid down and he lowered himself to his elbows, kisses once more, tongues and lips and smiles, laughing a little at the mess, wrapping your arms around his sweaty body.
“We need to work on your idea of sexy lingerie.”
Jungkook laughed, rich and full and lovely. “I’ll keep trying. Maybe you need an even smallersize.”
“A smaller size would literally vaporize into my ass crack.”
summary:Some parties you attend to have fun. Some parties you attend to forget who you are. Min Yoongi is looking for a friend that’s trying to do the latter. Jeon Jungkook wanted her to hurt him. Because if she didn’t, he was going to hurt himself.
warnings: rated M (18+) for language; mentions of (side character) drug overdose; background alcohol consumption and implied hard drug use; there are (even more) Marilyn Manson and Slipknot references; mentions of a previous toxic relationship (cheating and emotional manipulation); sad!JK almost does something stupid, but instead has sex (nice!); D/s smut (fem reader, use of a black leather collar and a chain leash, dubious placement of said chain (in mouths and in pants), public heavy petting / exhibitionism, choking, nipple play, so much saliva, slapping / scratching, literal ripping of clothes, hair pulling, spitting kink, m-receiving oral, m-masturbation, handjob, mentions of voyeurism); non-idol!AU - heartbroken, sub!Jungkook x goth, dom!reader; shifts from third person POV, JK’s POV, reader’s POV; I guess it’s a dork-meets-goth troupe
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now playing – tainted love by marilyn manson
“Oh,fuck, she showed up.”
“You’rekiddingme. Shit!”
The crowd was suddenly more alive than before, rushing to the front of the huge house, the owner too preoccupied to notice, busy behind locked doors, upstairs with a rolled-up bill and credit card. Half of the people at the party didn’t even know who the owner was. The other half vaguely knew and didn’t care. All everyone cared about was that there was free alcohol, free swimming pool, and the very real possibility of getting laid.
Desperate times called for desperate measures, right?
There was one such desperate, not in the sense that he wanted to get laid.
Heneededto get laid.
The car slid to a halt and parked.
The sound wasn’t loud, but it seemed loud at the sudden hush of the crowd. The sleek obsidian car was adorned with a gaudy hood ornament of a skull with horns, complete with blood-red gems that matched the metallic scarlet rims. It was obnoxiously loud, it was borderline hideous, it was nothing compared to those that suddenly appeared around it. A whole damn entourage seemed to walk out of the shadows, except they clearly came from the cars that were suddenly parked along the massive driveway of the mansion, their pale white faces looking up to the flashing lights in the windows. All in black, mesh, vinyl, leather, thick chokers and silver rings, too much makeup and too many tattoos. Skirts too short, tops too tiny, clothes too shredded, pants with too many chains on them, heavy boots and wicked-looking high heels that looked more like murder weapons than shoes.
It was all very surreal.
The door to the skull car opened.
The desperate looked out the window.
A man stepped out. Fair-skinned, wearing all black. Rather simple in a long coat, black turtleneck, and leather pants, devoid of flashy accessories. Sleek black boots with neatly tied laces. His hair was black, lightly curled over his forehead and the tops of his ears. The sharp, pointed, cat-like eyes were barely visible, framed by dark circles.
He clicked his tongue, peering up at the mansion.
“What are you doing in a place like this?” the man muttered under his breath.
The passenger door opened and a woman in black strode out.
Plaid skirt, bare legs, mesh top over a black bra, topped off with a cropped, lush fur jacket, hair wild, left eye with a white contact. Just the left. A black choker with the word ‘MEOW’ was around her neck. Wine-red stained lips, black eyeshadow, and an amused smile.
“You sure your little friend is here, Yoongi?”
Min Yoongi let out thin sigh. “That’s what Jimin said.”
She ticked her finger to the crowd behind her, indicating them to follow, strutting up the winding path to the front door. Yoongi fell in step right behind her, eyes darting from side to side, searching the watching faces in the windows.
“He’s trying to get involved with cocaine?” she called, moving like liquid grace, each heel from the heavy black boots thudding loudly on the concrete, hypnotic hips swaying.
“I don’t fucking know what he’s doing, other than he shouldn’t be here. He just moved to the city. Jimin said apparently he broke up with his long-time girlfriend and now for some reason he’s in a place like this.”
The crowd was silent as the sea of black filtered in, dark lips claiming surprised mouths, suddenly injecting sound into the silence, causing a ruckus as they pushed people aside, heading for the alcohol, keeping a lookout for the one she asked them to find.
A favor for her.
“Yoongi.”
“What?”
“What are you going to do if I find him first?”
The man in black shrugged. “If he’s with you, then he’s better than fine.” He chuckled, clearly thinking about it. “In fact, I’m hoping you find him first.”
She grinned demonically, tongue tracing her teeth.
-
Jeon Jungkook was desperate to forget.
He didn’t like things like this. Big parties, too much alcohol, babbling strangers. The mob scene that was too obscene, trapped in a sea of faces knowing no one and nothing, but he needed to get out, get the fuck out of his head and his feelings and his memories. He had never been someone who thought memories were tortuous.
It was easy, Jungkook. You’re so fucking easy to trick.You’ll believe anything.
They were. Memories were torture.
Jungkook still hadn’t brought himself to finish his first drink though.
He had been clutching the plastic cup for nearly two hours now and he couldn’t finish it because he really didn’t know what the fuck he was supposed to be doing.
Get drunk? Get laid? Attempt to take some of that of those weird questionable white powder those giggly girls had tried to offer him? They had moved on quickly before he could get a stammering reply out.
“Sorry, you’re straight-laced, huh? Hehehe, don’t tattletale now! Good boys should stay good!”
Fuck.
Was it really thatfucking obvious that he didn’t fit in here?
No one tried to make him leave, but no one tried to speak to him either. Not that he could talk that well anyway, because he didn’t know what to say. He just clutched his cup and scooted around the edges of the party, watching everything behind his thin, silver-framed round glasses. He shouldn’t have worn these. He thought they would make him look more approachable, but now he realized they made him look like a dork.
The crowd suddenly became silent.
Jungkook found himself following the gaze of the masses, looking out the window in the second story of the mansion.
A woman was departing from a car.
He felt his breath catch his throat.
There were lots of other people down there too, everyone in black and chains and leather, but the woman was clearly the leader, the one with the short fur coat and plaid skirt, wearing a wicked grin that disappeared under the awning of the front porch.
Jungkook stayed away from people like that.
Usually.
But.
He was lovey-dovey, sad and lonely.
You’re such a cliché, Jungkook. Flowers and chocolate? You never were that creative. I found someone else. Someone better.
What the fuck was better supposed to mean anyway? That’s what she liked, or at least that’s what she said so. She said she liked the traditions. He struggled with public displays of affection, but went through the cheesy photos anyway because his girlfriend liked them.
Were those lies too?
Jungkook found himself in the bathroom.
No.
Not his girlfriend anymore.
His ex-girlfriend.
His reflection stared back at him, wide brown eyes, silver round glasses, short black hair neatly parted, blue and yellow wide-striped shirt with a contrasting white collar, straight leg blue jeans. Shit. He looked like a children’s TV show host. No wonder no one talked to him.
How many? Eh, I don’t know. Five? Six guys? Yeah, the entire time. What, you thought I was serious about you? Of course not. Your gullible ass will do anything as long as someone says I love you.
Fuck.
He should just find those giggly girls again, snort as much of that white powder as he could, and pray that he didn’t wake up in the morning.
“Hey.”
Jungkook started at the sudden voice. A guy with long, stringy black and red hair was standing next to him. He was short. He appeared to be wearing a white mask with black lines all over it. It covered his whole face so Jungkook couldn’t see any of his features except his eyes. He was also wearing black coveralls that indicated a small, thin frame with callused hands and chipped black fingernails.
Oh, fuck, he was going to get mugged or worse.
“You look like you could use some new shit,” the grating, hollow voice beneath the mask said.
“N-No, I’m g-g-good…!”
There were more. More people, all in black, crowding into the small bathroom, leather and chains and fishnets and eyeliner, cornering him.
He was gonna die.
He was gonna die right here, surrounded by a bunch of guys dressed like Dracula’s school peers.
The one with the white mask reached up and plucked the round glasses off his face. Jungkook jerked back, dropping his cup into the sink, spilling the beer down the drain.
Oh, fuck. He just yeeted his emotional support alcohol. Now what was he supposed to do with his hands?
The white mask inspected the silver glasses.
“No offense, dude, but these make you look like Harry Potter,” the gruff voice chuckled, snapping them closed and tucking them into his coverall breast pocket. “I don’t think you’re going to need these tonight. You wanna get laid, don’t you?”
Was he thatobvious?!
Jungkook’s eyes darted around to the people around him, feeling his ears burning hotly. The rest of the guys shrugged and gave him looks that read, good try, maybe try harderandthey did make you look like a nerd, bro. Casually affirming his dorkiness. Great.
“She’s not gonna want you like this.”
“P… Pardon? Who?” he squeaked.
He asked who, but Jungkook felt that he kind of already knew.
The short man in the white mask cackled, raspy and guttural.
“Let’s get you outta these elementary school kid clothes and put you in something she’ll actually want to fuck you in.”
-
Yoongi tilted his head.
“Move.”
The man wearing a fake designer sweat set tugged the expensive headphones off his ears and pointed to himself. “Me?”
“Yeah, you. Move. This music is shit.”
“Uh… but… my stuff… don’t break it, man.”
Yoongi’s eyes followed the DJ as he stumbled out from behind his equipment, looking a mixture of confused, sheepish, and intimidated. He waited until the man had sufficiently scurried aside before striding behind the turntable, glancing at the laptop and current playlist.
He clicked his tongue disapprovingly.
“Don’t worry,” Yoongi assured the man coldly, wiping off the earcups of the headphones with his coat sleeve. “I treat music equipment with much more compassion than other human beings.”
“Ha… hah…”
“Go get a drink. You’re done here now.”
Yoongi typed into the computer to bring up his own Spotify playlist. Clicked around. Ho. It looked like the owner of the house had a nice speaker system going on here, spread out over the inside and outside of the house. He could control what played through which speakers. Neat. He smirked and placed the headphones around his shoulders.
He was supposed to be looking for Jeon Jungkook.
Then again, it was always Yoongi’s plan to not find him first.
He cracked his neck and fed the house his music.
-
“What happened to Hana? I thought he was supposed to be coming today.”
“I’m here.”
You turned your head to face the raspy, grating voice. The short man with the white mask stood behind you and the living room armchair you had claimed as your sitting spot. It was one of those fancy, quilted, blue velvet things that looked better than it was comfortable.
Rich people were certainly weird.
“There you are, Hana. How are you feeling?” you chuckled, twisting your body in the chair, one of the shoulders of your fur jacket slipping off. “Seen anything interesting?”
“Mhm.”
You leaned your head against your fluffy sleeve and smiled at the white mask, waiting for him to elaborate.
Instead, he looked up and past you.
You heard the clink of a chain and a yelp.
“I found what you were looking for.”
You faced forward again to a man tumbling into your lap.
Immediately, you twisted your body back, snatching the flying silver metal that was falling in the air, gathering it in your fist and yanking up, pulling it taut so the man’s head snapped straight because the chain was attached to a thick leather collar around his neck.
Giant, quivering brown eyes outlined with black eyeliner and smoked eyeshadow gawked at you. His large hands were clutching the armrests. One tattooed. One not. He was wearing all black. Mesh black shirt, revealing the defined, muscular torso. Right arm tattooed underneath, barely visible. Thick black cargo pants with the side straps pulled as far as they would go because of his slim waist.
You looked into those terrified eyes.
Not his clothes, probably.
“Hana, what did you do?” you growled.
“Nothing.”
You noted the shoes. Chunky white sneakers. “You were psychotic enough to dress him up, but not to change his shoes?”
“You know how it is. The guys are possessive about their shoes.”
“U-Um…”
You looked back up to shapely lips and a trembling mole underneath them.
“I-I-I'm–” he sputtered.
You cut him off. “I know who you are, Jeon Jungkook. I’ve been looking for you.”
You spread your legs and jammed his thighs between them. Jungkook yelped, his knees hitting the underside of the cushion, awkwardly bent and hovering over you. You lowered your hand but kept your grip on the chain.
“Sorry Hana thought it would be funny to dress you up,” you sighed. Your voice became colder, addressing the one behind you without looking. “You should apologize.”
No reply, just the heavy bass and loud conversations of the rest of the party goers.
“Hana!” you snapped, turning around.
No one.
No short man with stringy black and red hair wearing black coveralls and a white mannequin-style mask with black streaks.
“That son of a bitch,” you huffed, turning back. You looked up to see Jungkook peering curiously over your head, frowning slightly.
“Uh… can I ask… what’s with the mask?”
“He doesn’t like being in public. He has a birthmark on half of his face. I’m trying to get him to be more of a people person, but apparently he kidnapped you and dressed you like one of us most likely against your will, so, as you can see, it’s working.”
You clicked your tongue, letting your gaze drift down. What a body. Very attractive. He must work out a lot to get a body like that. You noticed out of the corner of your eye that one of the guys was holding a beer and wearing a stiff blue and yellow wide-striped shirt with a contrasting white collar.
Ew.
Had he been wearing that? What was he, an elementary school kid?
“Um.”
You directed your attention back to Jeon Jungkook, the one you were supposed to bring to Min Yoongi and prevent him from doing anything stupid.
Jungkook slid down to his knees and looked up at you from between yours, tilting his head.
His short black hair was messy, pushed back with product. Some kind of gel. He had dark brows and a silver eyebrow bar piercing. The hairstyle and dark eyeshadow made his strong features stand out, high cheekbones and angular jaw, sharpening his eye shape if he wasn’t looking at you with those wide, innocent, doe-like brown orbs.
“Do I look bad?”
You smirked wickedly, closing your knees, sandwiching his shoulders between them.
“Nah. You look fuckin’ hot.”
His ears and cheeks flushed pink.
“What… What’s your name?” he asked with inquisitive wonder.
You told him.
-
She tilted her head at him.
A thrill shot up his spine.
Jungkook recognized the music playing now. He didn’t know the woman in black, but the raspy, sharp bars and well-crafted beat was enough for Jungkook to guess who came after him. He didn’t think anyone would know where to look.
But, then again, it seemed like his hyung was friends with the shadows.
The woman in black licked her teeth with her tongue and smirked at him. No. Grinned. Kind of demonic.
A little psychotic, a little mischievous, a lot sexy.
“You know a guy named Min Yoongi?” she asked, still holding onto the silver metal chain. It was attached to the collar on his neck. Jungkook had asked why they were putting it on him but nobody answered. They made him hold it and guided him out of the bathroom to the blue velvet chair that was holding juicy thighs and a plump ass. The short plaid skirt revealed quite a lot and not enough at the same time. Cropped faux fur jacket, leather boots, mesh shirt, bra, thick choker that read ‘MEOW’.
A pure white contact in her left eye.
“He’s been looking for you. Thinks you’re gonna do somethin’ dumb.”
Her voice was slipping into satoori, deeper, slightly gruff. Disturbingly attractive. She cocked an eyebrow.
“Why do you wanna do dumb shit, Jungkook?”
This was not the time to be turned on, but the way she said his name in that low octave of hers wasn’t legal. At least, it didn’t feel legal. He found himself sitting up straighter, swallowing hard.
Her knees were next to his shoulders, plaid skirt barely draping over the darkness where her legs connected.
Her hand darted out, two fingertips on his chin and pushing it up. Eyes narrowing, one white and the other with a dangerous glint.
“Answer,” she snarled coldly.
Your gullible ass will do anything as long as someone says I love you.
The woman raised her chin, looking down at him through her lashes.
“I…”
Jungkook felt scolded, like a misbehaving pet.
“I want to forget,” he whispered.
She leaned in, the gaze changing to one of stern attentiveness, listening.
You’re going to come back. You always do. You’re a hopeless romantic that believes in forever and happily ever after.
“I don’t want to go back.”
All I have to do is snap my fingers and you’ll be wrapped around them in no time.
“I don’t want to be who I was.”
His hands were falling down the armrests, blue velvet on the pads of his fingers, his voice getting smaller and smaller, staring into two different colored eyes, hexed by a poisonous voice from the past haunting him, in his memories and in agony.
Jungkook heard his own voice now.
I’m not coming back. I’m moving away. I never want to see you again.
But his brain wouldn’t stop bringing back memories he didn’t want anymore.
“I’m new now,” he breathed, not sure if he meant it or not, desperately wanting to mean it, breathing slowly and shallowly because she was so close, her ear against his lips, listening to his words, her skin radiating body heat that seemed to seep into his senses, soaking him anew with something different, heady from warm sweet perfume that reminded him of the earth, digging him and his memories deep down six feet under to find another side of himself. Jungkook was wearing someone else’s clothes, but he never felt more like himself in this strange and unusual situation, on his knees, whispering his thoughts into the ear of an unknown woman.
“They made me a new person. Your people.”
She chuckled darkly.
“They’re not my people.”
She turned her head slowly, slowly, one white iris in his line of vision, the color completely fake and artificial, but there was no mistaking the realness behind the contact lens.
“All I did was ask them to keep an eye out for you. They did this wardrobe change because they thought it would be funny. Didn’t have anything to do with me. People are individuals and they do what they want.”
Now her head ticked slowly, slowly to face him, one fake iris, one real iris, both fixated to his eyes. The hand holding the chain held it loosely. He could stand up and walk away right now. He could go home and hide in his room, crowded by his thoughts.
Or.
He could sit here, in a crowd where he knew no one, not even the demonic grin before him.
“What do you want, Jungkook?” she drawled.
You’re going to come back.
“I’m not going to go back to who I was,” he replied firmly.
His hands found the chain and her hand, closing her fingers around the metal, pressing his lips to that a little psychotic, a little mischievous, and a lot sexy smile.
-
“Oh, you’re home.”
“Daughter! Come here! I have something for you since your papa went to Vegas!”
Bright lights, boisterous casinos, big money. Everything for the risk, the excitement, the thrill. Life was a game to him. The bigger the bet the better, the hotter the fire the more your father jumped in, the more broken the heart the less he cared.
You used to be angry.
Then you found out you really were your father’s daughter.
It was hard to stay angry when you knew you were just like him.
“Ah, you’ve finally figured out my vibe.”
Your father had handed you a gaudy car hood ornament of a silver skull with wickedly curved horns. Blood-red gems glittered in the eye sockets.
“You won just this?” you scoffed. “You’re losing your touch.”
He clapped a hand around your shoulders, giving you a devilish grin, a little psychotic, a little mischievous, a lot like yours.
“I won the whole damn car.”
Your father left a week later. He left the car keys on a hook next to the door and gave you warnings that had nothing to do with the imported obsidian car now sitting in the driveway.
“Stay away from boys.”
You rolled your eyes. “I’m an adult now. They’re not boys anymore. They’re men.”
Your father smirked.
“Stay away from those too. You should know men are irresponsible and foolish. They live recklessly.”
He waved a hand and walked out to the black imported SUV waiting for him. You watched him go. You always watched him go, never arrive. Never arriving to birthday parties, never arriving to parent-teacher conferences, never arriving to graduations. He never said, I’ll come back. You used to think one day he wouldn’t, but your dad always beat the odds.
You smiled and went back into the empty house far too big for you.
-
“How you doing?”
“Mmm.”
“Hana.”
“… I ain’t dead.”
“You came come live with me again. House is empty now.”
“I spent my recovery there. It still… still gives me nightmares.”
“Sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. You kept me alive. It’s the most anyone’s ever tried to do. The other guys don’t understand. They don’t understand why I chose to be a drummer so I don’t have to stand in front of the stage. They don’t understand why I grow my hair out over my face. I don’t care how sick or metal they think my birthmark is. I hate it. I hateit.I hate it.”
You waited for the shorter man’s shaking form to subside.
“You’ve been trying the mask thing for a while now though.”
“… Yeah. Helps.”
“You talk more now.”
Silence.
“I try.”
The white mannequin-style mask turned to face you. Only the eyes were visible.
“I try because you tried.”
You shrugged.
You had found him on the floor of the recording studio the band had rented out, among his massive drum set, pieces torn off and rolled every which way. Bottles and vomit and broken drumsticks. Snorted so much cocaine his body had gone into shock. How long, you didn’t know. He should have died. The doctors didn’t know how he survived and made a full recovery. They told you he beat the odds somehow.
You were your father’s daughter after all.
“Can I ask you to help me look for someone? A friend is looking for his own friend that recently moved here. Said friend seems to be asking around looking for something specific. Those big parties you used to frequent.”
You gazed at the mask, exhaling slowly.
“Probably to trying to do the same thing you used to do.”
You waited.
Silence.
Well. It was worth a shot.
“You coming with?” the raspy, hollow voice finally said from behind the mask. “Don’t think I can walk into those places without some supervision.”
“I’ll come, yeah. I’ll bring a few guys along.”
The white mask bobbed in a slow nod. “You bored or somethin’?”
You shrugged. “What else am I gonna do? Watch you mash some drums and pluck some strings?”
“Oh,that’sthe friend, huh?”
“Shut it.”
The white mask laughed, a grating, chilling, maniacal wheeze. “You’re changin’, Boss.”
“That’s Dad’s title.”
The shorter man stood up, waving a hand as he strode to the door of your office. “You’re actin’ more and more like your old man these days. Suits ya.”
“I’m not a wrinkly devil,” you scowled.
Hana, which wasn’t his real name, but the number he liked to be called when he was wearing the mask, paused at the doorframe. You hadn’t referred to him by his real name since the overdose.
He let out a low chuckle.
“Yeah, you’re more like a hot demon bitch.”
-
“Who hurt you, innocent one?”
He was too big for the chair. The blue velvet armchair was heavy, but it couldn’t quite fit two people, leading to the awkward position. His knees were on the seat and her legs were wrapped around his waist, her ass off the chair, his hands on the ends of the armrests to counterweight her back leaning against the back of the chair.
One of her hands was on his chin, her pointed black fingernails digging in.
“I can tasteit, Jungkook,” she hissed to his swollen lips, low and gravelly, tongue flickering. “Taste your desperation and your pain.”
Her other hand was tangled in his hair.
The fingers dropped from his chin and yanked the chain taut, making Jungkook gasp into her face as the leather collar snapped into the sides of his neck, his gaze captured by two different-colored eyes, unable to look away. She smirked, licking her teeth, her voice seeping into his thoughts and his memory, sweeping out old ones to fester new ones.
“I’m supposed to give you back, but I ain’t gonna do that yet.”
Rough tone, low octave. Was she aware of how sexy her satoori made her voice? Maybe not. He was entranced by it. The unique quality seemed almost dreamlike along with the moment itself. She wound the silver chain around her hand and raised it into his line of sight. Metal and fingers. She tilted her head, quirking an eyebrow.
Jungkook felt his breath still in his throat.
She pressed the chain to his lips.
His tongue slid out and curled around her fingers and the silver, moaning at the metallic taste and the flavor of her skin, unfamiliar and warm, coating it with his saliva, messy and slippery.
The side of her mouth quirked up in amusement.
She rubbed the center of his tongue with her middle finger, her eyes narrowing. Watching carefully. Thrill sliding up and down his spine, his head cradled by her hand and his tongue stretching out more, licking her chain-wrapped hand with a breathless whimper, clutching the armrests so tightly that his knuckles felt strained.
“Someone’s gonna see how depraved you look right now.”
Her rough voice was gentle.
For him.
He retreated and kissed down, pressing his lips to her palm, his eyes closing, shuddering.
“No one knows me here,” Jungkook whispered to that warm skin, feeling her wet fingers caress his cheeks and nose, smearing his own saliva on him. “I came… to get lost.”
A dark chuckle.
“Sorry. You’ve been found.”
-
You heard your name being called, but you ignored it. You were busy.
“Stop squirming.”
Positions reversed now.
You dropped your ass onto Jungkook’s crotch and bounced your heat against his hardness, one hand over his mouth and the other tugging on the chain, pulling it tight and choking him, the clinking sound mixing with the bass and the hoots of the crowd surrounding you and Jungkook.
His hands were on your waist, clutching the top of your skirt, his half-lidded eyes partly hidden by his short black hair. You tilted your head, switching to rolling your hips into him, watching his eyelids fluttering, throbbing erection pressing into your core. You wound the chain tighter, pulling harder, his wanton moan leaking out of your separating fingers, a slow grin forming on your face as Jungkook’s eyes closed, his ears burning red, his hands holding you tighter. Your hand on his mouth clawed down, down, molding to his pecs through the mesh shirt, choking him with the black leather collar and your manipulation of the chain, shorter and longer, cutting off the circulation and letting it rush back, leaving it for longer and longer each time, roughly flicking his nipples through the thin material, feeling them harden under your fingertips.
Jungkook moaned your name, hazy and intoxicated with lust.
Your name was called again, raspy and guttural.
You tucked your tongue into your cheek.
“Yoongi says take it upstairs.”
You yanked the chain taut and Jungkook resisted you, choking himself.
“You outta here then, Hana?” you asked calmly, looking up to the short man with the white mask covered in black streaks.
“I gotta get out of there,” he muttered gruffly.
“Make sure one of the guys goes with you.”
The mask jerked away with a tongue click, stringy red and black hair swinging.
You cocked your head. “You said it yourself. Supervision.”
“I heard you.”
The white mask and black coveralls turned, slinking into the crowd. You made eye contact with a group in black. Well, one was wearing the navy and yellow striped shirt. They noticed your look, nodded, and slunk after the short man.
You could hear Yoongi’s voice and his beats resounding in the walls, the lyrics inaudible because of the loud sounds of the party. You would hear the sound better upstairs even if it was farther away because it would be quieter in the bedrooms, behind closed doors.
Just you and Jungkook.
“Come. I got the green light.”
-
“She’s going up.”
“Took a guy with her.”
“As long as it isn’t me. She’s hot, but she looks crazy.”
“You wouldn’t survive.”
The three men wearing crisp dress shirts and khakis turned to face the tall form in black at the DJ table, headphones around his neck. The owner of the equipment was nowhere to be found.
Dark brown, cat-like eyes flickered upward.
“Go ahead. Talk shit.”
Yoongi slowly lifted his head to scrutinize them.
“Come on. What do you got that I haven’t heard before?”
His voice was quiet, ice-cold. A bristling sea of black was creeping in between the colorful crowd. One by one, they came. Leather, vinyl, mesh, too much makeup and too many tattoos, sharpened gazes clutching beer bottles and looking from Yoongi to the three men holding plastic cups looking increasingly uneasy.
A pack of vultures looking for prey slain by a sharpened tongue.
Yoongi waited for the end of the verse. He reached over and cranked up the volume to his own voice.
“Go fuck yourself, huh!”
He turned it back down.
Didn’t look away the entire time.
The three men backed up. “Uh… let’s go. Get some air outside. And stuff…”
Multiple sets of eyes followed, unblinking. Yoongi turned from the outside world to the computer, now disinterested, checking the playlist. Some of the songs were his. Some were unfinished beats with no lyrics. But it wasn’t all his music. He had other artists thrown in there. Inspirations. Musicians he liked for various reasons.
Out of the corner of his eye, Yoongi spied those in black fading back into the shadows.
Jungkook could have asked her to see his hyung.
But he did not.
Instead, the younger man had been making out with her in a blue velvet armchair wearing a collar and a chain leash, according to the short man in the black-streaked white mask. Yoongi figured Jungkook would want to do something reckless. He was not surprised by this turn of events. In fact, he had anticipated and hoped for it.
Jungkook probably needed her expert hand.
Dark brown, cat-like eyes glanced up to the ceiling. An open-mouthed smirk danced on Yoongi’s lips.
-
His mouth was full of metal.
“Come here, innocent one.”
His skin was on pins and needles.
“Want to see your body move for me, Jungkook.”
He was in all fours on the floor of a random bedroom in a random house. Probably a female’s room from the pink silk sheets and large, cutesy bunny plushies flopped over each other on the large bed. She was standing in front of it, black fur coat thrown on the white fuzzy throw blanket, her long shapely legs on display, hip cocked, grinning like a demon as he crawled to her, the black leather collar around his neck feeling heavy, carrying the chain leash connected to it in his mouth with a whimper, told that he couldn’t drop it on this dirty floor even though the blush pink carpet looked clean to him.
Jungkook didn’t question it though. He didn’t want to question anything.
He just wanted to act.
He was gambling with his safety, his sanity, and maybe even his life, but he didn’t care.
She leaned down as he neared; hand outstretched.
“Drop.”
The chain fell into her palm, wet from his spit.
She frowned.
“It’s wet.”
Faint disapproval. His body felt hot and cold. The bass was shaking the walls, beat thundering throughout the massive speaker system in the mansion.
Jungkook lowered his head. “S-Sorry…”
The chain rattled.
He could only take one breath before it was violently yanked straight up, silver gleaming against his cheek, the steel ring from the black collar knocking into his chin. Jungkook yelped, forced to stare at the ceiling, leather cutting into his jaw and under his ears.
She wound the chain round and round her hand, lowering herself out of his line of vision.
“Head up,” she growled dangerously. “I ain’t here to teach you to be a meek little bitch.”
And she slapped his chest, hard.
Jungkook gasped, wind knocked out of him, not because it was forceful, but because it stung, fuck, it was like searing fire, miniscule pins and needles racing across his hot skin, injecting him with the rush of prickling pain that morphed into something else, something heady and insane as her open palm whipped across his pecs, followed by vicious fingernails tearing across the flared path. He heard the mesh ripping, his moans turning into helpless whimpers, his eyelids fluttering, begging for more, one hesitation holding him back.
“T-This isn’t m-mine…” he managed to choke out.
“I know it’s not,” that gruff, amused voice teased, switching from the slaps to the long, deep scratches that were creating bigger and bigger holes, his exposed skin finally under her nails, no more barrier thin as it was, struggling to catch his breath, inflamed ecstasy clouding all common sense.
“I’ll pay him back. Don’t worry about others so much, innocent one.”
The tension in the chain suddenly laxed and Jungkook coughed sharply, oxygen shooting back into his brain, blinking rapidly before registering her hands were on his chest, grasping at the mesh shirt, growling animalistically.
“Worry about yourself.”
His eyes widened and she ripped the shirt in half.
Holy shit.
HOLY SHIT!!!
She dropped her head so fast that she was a black blur in his dazed shock. He whimpered needily as her pink tongue slid out between red-stained lips, planting on his bellybutton and licking one single, fat stripe up his abdomen and sternum, dripping what felt like scorching saliva, lifting off with a curl of wet muscle and a devious smirk, suddenly eye to eye with him. The shreds of the shirt were falling, falling down his arms, drifting to the floor. His chest was heaving, shivering, shuddering, cold and hot.
From sex and violence.
One white eye, one with a dangerous glint.
“You wanna rip mine off?” she snickered, white teeth gleaming in his vision.
She wasn’t serious, right?
Right?
Her tongue slid out, pink and slick, wiggling in the air, squatting in front of him, thick thighs spread, plump ass resting on her boots, mesh shirt stretched over her black bra, swell of her breasts clearly visible from how close he was, thin fingers spread out on her knees. Pointed matte black nails. The tendons on the back of her hands flexed.
She looked like a succubus. All that was missing was some horns and little bat wings.
The sides of her lips curved upwards, a demonic grin as she leaned forward and licked his lips.
Jungkook determined he must be the crazy one for being turned on by it.
“Tell me if you can’t take it.”
Any response he had was choked off by her dropping head, tongue and teeth on his exposed chest, fingernails clawing into his bare skin, hard then soft, hardthensoft, sucking on his nipple and swiping her nails up his side and down his back, hard and soft, hard and soft, his back arching, moans torn from his throat, pain and pleasure blossoming like flowers over his skin, artful and deliberate, cold metal against his abs and stomach, the chain hanging down.
No.
The chain being tucked into the waistband of his pants.
She pulled on the waistband, button undone, the chain falling into his boxer briefs.
“Ah!”
Instant cold skimming past his hard, hot length, his body writhing from the shock of the sudden chill on his most sensitive skin, her free hand bunching the end of the chain into his clothed crotch, pressing it against his balls and length, the heat of his body rapidly warming the metal, a strange, surreal sensation that made his eyes roll back and his body fall into her grip, rocking his hips into the foreign object, her name dripping from his lips, overflowing liquid lust in the form of a garbled moan.
“You got a mouth,” she reminded him sharply, her knee pressing down on his thigh warningly. “Talk.”
“F-Fuck… Don’t s-stop, please, do whatever you want, please…”
“Yeah?”
Her voice was a treacherous octave, driving him insane as he felt her heated breath on his skin, licking slowly, nails in the small of his back.
“Innocent, but a masochist? Who would have guessed?”
Mocking, but not unkind. Squeezing him a little, unrelenting metal next to his hardness. He felt his cock twitch, low groan drifting from his throat.
“I’m not… innocent…”
“’Course you are. You don’t know anything about this world you walked into, Jungkook.”
She jammed both knees into his thighs and slammed down.
His hands flew up and clutched the front of her black mesh shirt, emitting a pained whimper as his knees were ground into the floor, lowering his head to look into her eyes. It hurt, but only for a second. His thighs were hard and tense, tightness in his chest as he gazed at that wicked smirk.
Sucked in a breath, enraptured.
She raised her hands and spread them out, fingers splayed, her chest out.
Jungkook curled his fingers into the shirt and pulled outwards, tearing it straight in half.
Her grin grew, a sensual hiss streaming from between her teeth. Her shirt shredded by his hands and his heated passion was falling off her body, his own eyes widening, surprised he had done it, unsure how she had convinced him, almost regretting it, but she purred his name and his head snapped up, one half-second of dual-colored eyes and then his lips were claimed, weight off his thighs because she was now sitting in his lap, grinding her clothed pussy into his thigh and her powerful tongue his mouth, stuffing his whines back into his throat.
His hands flush with her waist, gliding down to her hips.
Her hands on his face, gripping his head, holding him in place.
Strong tongue thrusting into his lips, her saliva slipping into his mouth, so, so good, swallowing it, fuck, why did it taste so good, drunk on it, sinking his fingers into her softness, his fingertips slipping under the skirt’s waistband, toying with top of her panties, trembling, thoughts racing, impurity crossing his mind.
“S…Smmph…”
She yanked her tongue out, hot breath on his swollen lips.
“Tell me.”
Cradling his head, inescapable fingers in his hair, her nails digging into his cheek.
She’s going to think you’re crazy.
Her tongue lazily licked around his open mouth, waiting for him patiently.
“S… Spit in… in my mouth…” Jungkook shivered, voice quivering.
She arched a brow, smirking.
“Open wide.”
His head tipping back, thrill shooting up his spine, her legs closing around his thigh, towering over him, eye to eye, white and dangerous glint reflecting his dirty desire. He was crazy. Crazy for asking and crazy for getting harder and harder. She yanked his head back by his hair, immediate flaring pain.
Spat in his mouth.
Oh.
Fuck.
It was watery, sweet, running down his tongue and throat, his eyes rolling back, moaning as if possessed, cut off by a voracious kiss, his grip on her waist tightening, pressing chest to chest, more saliva seeping into his mouth and Jungkook drank it up, drank it like it was life’s nectar, body to body, heat to heat, his hair pulled back again, the kiss broken forcefully with his airless gasp, mouth open wide to receive it again, whimpering for it.
She spat his mouth and the entire lower half of his body lurched with a gurgling, messy groan, smashing his crotch and the chain into her heated core.
“Careful,” she warned, nipping at his lower lip.
He was vaguely aware that she was keeping him in check, but this point he could no longer think straight, didn’t want to think straight, all reason forgotten, forgot why he was there, forgot what he was doing, forgot why he ever wanted anyone else in the world, his body covered in burning scratches, so hard that he felt lightheaded without being choked.
“Don’t want to be careful,” he gasped, swallowing hard, leaning forward, mouth open, wanting more, shuddering exhale on her lips, his grip on her waist tightening. “Want you.”
He reached down, tugging the chain out, sucking in a breath at the strange sensation, placing the warm metal links in her open palm, closing her fingers around it, pressing his lips to her jaw, soft skin and deviant smirk beside his shaking whisper.
“Want you to ownme.”
-
“H-Hyung?”
“Hm?”
It was the end of the night. Yoongi had treated him to drinks on his first day of moving to the city. They were standing in front of the bar, waiting for the taxi. The older man had hooked a finger on the navy silk scarf knotted loosely around his throat, shaking it lightly to cool off.
Jungkook spotted the red lines on Yoongi’s neck from the streetlights.
“What… What happened to your neck?”
The hand paused.
A small smirk appeared on those shapely pink lips. Yoongi lowered his arm, covering it back up. Those sharp, cat-like eyes glided to him, observing him closely.
“I should have worn a turtleneck, huh,” the older man mused, not saying anything more.
-
Jungkook was definitely going to need to wear a turtleneck tomorrow.
“Please…”
Her left hand was wound around the chain, pulling it so hard that the leather collar was pressing into the sides of his neck, right under his ears that were burning hot from blood and anticipation, her body crouched over him, wearing her black bra and panties. He was sitting on the pink bed that wasn’t his, surrounded by massive bunny plushies that weren’t his, discarded pants on the floor that weren’t his, completely naked except for the collar, her fingertips on his lips, opening his mouth as she opened hers, clear liquid collected at the tip of her tongue, dripping down, seeping onto his waiting tongue with a wanton moan, his eyes rolling back into his head at the sweet taste, the watery feel, the dirty act of him swallowing her spit while being choked.
Underneath them, the babble of bitches and rebels hooking up messily at the party. The very air saturated with the sight, sound, smell of sex.
And, in this bedroom, not forgotten.
The violence.
The only way to cure the lovely-dovey, sad and lonely, right?
She hooked two fingers into his lower jaw and forced his mouth open, wiggling her tongue in the air of his breath, one white orb and one with a dangerous glint, mocking his pathetic whines, her saliva trickling into his throat, leaving him hazy and drunk and drooling onto her fingers, his own tongue trying to extend and catch hers, living for the accidental grazes and her dry laughter bubbling in her throat at his attempts before she closed her lips around his tongue and sucked.
Bobbed her head up and down and fucked it, he couldn’t describe it any other way, the stretch and the grip inescapable, electric stings and cracks of flooding endorphins spotting his vision and his sanity, his hips shaking uncontrollably, his cock leaking onto her smooth thigh, pre-cum smearing everywhere.
She unlatched from his tongue and relaxed her hold on the chain, causing him to gasp and choke on the abrupt rush of oxygen, righting his head and lowering his chin, his eyes unfocused, but he was sure she was smiling, a little psychotic, a little mischievous, a lot sexy.
“What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?”
Of course.
Jungkook looked down to the black choker around her neck that read, ‘MEOW’.
She snickered devilishly.
It drove him insane, unbearable arousal spiking like a red-hot poker searing his skin, goosebumps tingling all over his arms, his chest suddenly tight, breath trapped inside.
“What this mouth on you, Jungkook?” she purred, tongue dancing on the edge of her smile, already sliding down because he was furiously nodding, chain clinking against his chest, silver metal slowly unraveling from her hand, letting the end fall to the bed beside his body, her plump ass swaying with her movement, black panties framing the juicy curves with lace edges. Thighs sliding down his thighs and calves, softness against his hardness, deliciously flared out hips laying on top of his legs.
Fuck.
From his view looking down at her ass, it created a perfect heart shape with a black line cutting it half.
He was going to go crazy. Maybe he was already crazy. His eyes travelled up her spine, her wild hair, those dual eyes, stopping at her mouth hovering over his semi-hard cock already twitching at the proximity of her hot breath.
Pink tongue sticking out, glistening with spit.
A thin stream of saliva dropped down and hit his length, his jerking hips trapped by her fingers sinking into them, vehemently affixing him in place as the liquid streamed down and coated his cock and balls, trickling onto the pink sheets with the unknown owner.
Jungkook was sure he was definitelycrazy.
“Nuh uh.”
He whined, pleading.
She shook her head as if she was scolding a misbehaving pet, her head lowering, tongue snaking out and snapping her head from side to side, swift, rapid swipes ghosting his rapidly hardening cock and bucking hips, trying to get more in her mouth. Her nails dug into his skin sharply, forearms slamming down onto his shaking thighs. Pain shot up his body, causing him to gasp sharply, clutching the pink sheets, wet spot already under his ass.
“Naughty, naughty,” she growled. “Guess I’ll have to teach you a lesson.”
She dived down.
“F-Fuck!”
One smooth motion, hand off his hip and swooping under his drenched cock, back of her hand pressing it to his lower abdomen, and then tongue, tongue everywhere, licking fast and forceful, bouncing his testicles in the sensitive skin, raising an eyebrow as he yelped at the foreign sensation. She gave him a sly smile, lapping at the base of his cock right where his balls connected, her saliva his aphrodisiac, dribbling down and soaking everything.
“Oh… Oh, God…”
Touch so light the pleasure shimmered over his skin, brimming and threatening to overflow, wet muscle slurping around one quivering curve, then the other, sloppy, slippery kisses like shots of ecstasy invading his bloodstream, and then he realized.
The quality of her saliva had changed.
It was slicker, thicker, clinging to his hot skin and her tongue, a different consistency than when she spat in his mouth. His eyes found hers and, sure enough, her gaze sharpened, smirk widening.
“It’s different, huh?” she lowly chuckled. “You noticed?”
“H…How…?” he croaked out, exhale quivering in his throat.
But she didn’t answer, wrapping her lips around his nuts and he gasped out her name, tongue slinking out and collecting the other, stuffing her cheeks, his eyes squeezing shut, his moans uncontrollable, clawing at the sheets and locking his elbows, lost in the sensation of the warm cavern swallowing him up and drawing circles and diamonds all over his bulging, taut skin, her hand suddenly rubbing up and down the underside of his cock, muscles of her palm and fingers flexed and hard, ridges of sensation mixed with her drying saliva, his brain fogging and filling all his thoughts with mindless euphoria.
Wait.
Wait.
“Can you…?”
He was crazy.
“Can you spit on my dick so I can jack off?” Jungkook gasped out.
Thelookshe gave him.
She popped her mouth off, smug succubus-like grin hovering over him, lowering her hand, turning it so his cock was resting on his fingers, his own hand appearing, ink black tattoos on his knuckles and fingers leading up to those on his arm and shoulder. Their fingertips touched. A strange exchange, the pads of her fingers replaced by his own, his eyes flickering from her face to his cock, his heart pounding fast, so fast, but unable to breathe.
She opened her mouth and a thick, concentrated stream of spit dropped from her tongue and onto his rock-hard length, leaking in between his fingers, that smile and dual eyes honed in on his reaction.
Jungkook closed his fingers and began to pump himself, the violent moans he suddenly emitted so loud that he was sure someone outside must have heard. Were currently hearing. Listening.
Fuck, whatever, he was gone.
“Oh, fuck meeeeeee….”
Leaning back onto his elbow, giving that mouth access and she gave it to him without him asking, lips and tongue and kisses all over his soaked balls, adding more, licking under, all the way down, oh fuck, fuck yes, don’t stop, saliva everywhere, wetness stuck to his ass, one of his balls in her mouth and the other being licked, shit, fuck, how, how, how, no answer, her fingers splayed out on his hips and thighs, tendons on the back of her hands flexed and visible, him staring at it, staring at himself rapidly stroking his own slick cock centimeters from that beautiful demon on top of his body, her curves so hot that he was on fire, hexed and possessed by lust, the door rattling, someone banging to be let in, but he barely registered it, mind hazing out, dazed and dragged to the second circle of Hell, the hurricane intensifying in his lower belly, so close, so close, fuck, I’m so close, her lips tightening around him, tugging on one of his balls and bouncing her head up and down, sucking it hard and rough, the storm inside threatening to break.
“Open your mouth, please, please, fuck, wanna cum in your mouth, please–”
She didn’t have to do shit, she didn’t have to do anything he said, but she popped her mouth off and tipped her head back, glistening tongue lolling out, the red head of his cock hitting the tip, fringes of stimulation and the erotic visual plummeting him to climax.
“Fuck!”
He was so turned on that he actually shot into her mouth, missing her tongue and hitting the back of her throat because he didn’t see the thick white cum fall onto shiny pinkness until a second later, his hips flinching and gasping for breath, so much, oh, God, it was so much, awed at himself squeezing out stream after stream and hearing her swallowing with her mouth open, holy shit, sweat all over his back and hair, panting so hard his lungs felt like they were rattling in his ribcage. When he was nearly done, her lips closed in and he moaned at the feeling of her mouth around the sensitive head as she swallowed the rest of his orgasm, cleaning him off.
Licking him.
Jungkook was drunk, intoxicated on the high.
Lips so soft that he groaned her name, sweet and hoarse to his ears.
He was getting hard again.
Her hands were on his crotch, thumbs and forefingers creating a diamond shape around his cock, her fingers spread out, leisurely sucking him so gently, so deliberately, so good. He couldn’t talk. Couldn’t think. Could barely breathe.
That was how good it was.
Jungkook’s right hand was still wet.
Creeping to her hand, wordlessly tugging on it, his chest heaving every time he sucked in a greedy breath, the chain jingling against his torso, leather collar heavy and weighty on his neck. Her eyes found his. Whines at his throat, pulling her fingers off his skin, curving them, nudging them to her mouth that was now moving.
Up. Up. Up.
The tip in her lips, pulsing suction, shocks of pleasure.
Popping it off, his whine turning into a helpless cry.
“I-I can cum a-again,” Jungkook stumbled through his words, too horny to think straight. “P-Please, if you just–”
He must be easy to read, because she spat on his dick and started jacking him off hard and fast.
“Fuck, yes, fuck!”
Throwing his head back, staring at the unfamiliar ceiling, crystal chandelier and garish rose wallpaper, his veins on fire, lust incarnate, snapping his chin back when he felt her body rise, rise and grab the chain again, grip it and his soul. His eyes widened, his jaw dropping, that smile, a little psychotic and mischievous, too seductive, too addicting, too sexy, too much, and then – none – one last breath and he held it, her hand closing into a fist and yanking hard. Immediately, Jungkook locked his shoulders and choked himself with the collar, suffocated from throat to cock, his heart thundering in his ribcage, tremors all over his core and to every extremity, wet and soaked and messy from saliva and his own pre-cum pooling at the tip of his length and smeared all over by an expert finger, overstimulation excruciating but a welcome agony, the head now an angry purple-red, veins rubbing against bone and hard muscle, sogood, you feel so good, you make me feel so good, punishing his pulsating hardness in a wonderful erotic prison, his head empty, overflowing with dirty desire and filthy want, black threatening the edges of his vision, reducing it to those eyes and that smile.
“Scream my name,” she exhaled, cutting through his moans, low octave from her satoori, licking her teeth slowly, pink on white. “Scream my name, Jungkook, let the bitches hearyou.”
She could have said anything and he would have done anything.
No hesitation.
“Where’s your innocence, hm?”
A wicked, demonic snicker.
Tight, hot, wet, there.
Jungkook threw his head back and wailed her name so loudly it boomed with the bass.
She laughed like a maniac, his thick white cum shooting out and coating her fingers, his crotch, his thighs, and the pink sheets, unknown bed sullied by all the bodily fluids, handprints of his lust all over them and now his jerking hips were splattering his orgasm in flecks on her, on him, on the bed, everywhere, a whole damn mess. She yanked on the chain and his head snapped back, her lips crashing down, and Jungkook completely forgot what he came here to forget because now he only wanted to remember this wicked tongue, one white eye and one with a dangerous glint, demonic grin against his grateful smile, wrapping his arms around those sinful curves.
-
They were outside.
Their clothes were back on or, at least, what was left of them. That left them both shirtless. Nobody complained as they exited the party mansion, led by a silver chain instead of holding hands.
Now, his knees were on the asphalt.
Her fingers were tangled in his hair, yanking his head back nearly ninety degrees.
Jungkook really didn’t care who was watching. In fact, he wanted them to watch. He wanted no one and everyone to watch. Fuck it, he really didn’t care who was looking or not, he was much more preoccupied with his hands sinking into her juicy ass and begging for her to do it, please, please, want it, give it to me, and his knuckles were pressed into the door of the imported obsidian car with the ghoulish skull hood ornament. It hurt, but not as much as her denial.
He whimpered, giving his best pleading expression, opening his mouth.
The woman in black leaned down, playful smirk full of promises.
“Aw, don’t look so sad. Okay, I’ll give you the gift you want, Jungkook.”
And she spat into his throat.
Fuuuuuuuck.
His eyes rolled back, not registering the tall form in black, moaning depravedly and wretchedly, his fingertips slipping under her panties and grazing the wet slit underneath, wanting that too, but she had told him to wait earlier because she needed to talk to someone.
“You going to spit in his mouth like that in front of my face?”
Jungkook started at the familiar voice, recognizing the rasp and coldness. He scooted closer, unable to face it, heat rising to his ears and cheeks, staring at the short, black plaid skirt.
“H… Hyung…?”
“Hello, Jungkook. I see you’ve met the angel whose halo is held by devil horns,” Min Yoongi remarked calmly.
Jungkook clutched her thighs, frozen on whether to get up or hide under her skirt.
“Would you rather me spit on his ass in front of your face?” she replied just as calmly, running her fingers through Jungkook’s hair.
His eyes widened and his dick twitched, immediately hard.
“Both are things you can do in front of my face when we get back to your place. You know I don’t like it when other people watch you work.”
Suddenly, Yoongi was beside him, leaning over him, pushing Jungkook’s face into her crotch with his crotch. Jungkook’s eyes widened as he felt hardness behind his head, the scent of her sweet sex invading his nose, making him moan into her heat as he heard Yoongi kissing her above him, growling into her amused chuckle.
“OnlyI’mallowed to watch you go all the way,” his hyung hissed possessively. “And he has years of a shitty relationship to forget, so you have your work cut out for you, Boss.”
Her thumb stroked Jungkook’s ear, nail tracing the curve. He whimpered softly, slightly suffocated, trapped between pussy he couldn’t touch yet and a very hard erection.
“I keep telling you that’s Dad’s title. Stop calling me that.”
She pushed Yoongi away lightly and tugged on the silver chain. Disoriented and woozy, Jungkook stumbled to his feet, falling into her. Caught Yoongi’s sharp gaze and felt his cheeks flush hotly, looking away quickly. Fingertips gripped his chin and yanked him back, forcing him to look at Yoongi. The older man cocked an eyebrow.
“S… Sorry, h-hyung… I…”
“Sorry about what?” Yoongi responded coolly. “I planned for you to get fucked. Don’t be ungrateful.”
Jungkook felt his face burn hotter and darted his eyes to the woman in black, but she glared at him, telling him to look back to his hyung by digging her fingernails into his cheeks. He looked back reluctantly, swallowing.
“T… Thanks…?” Jungkook squeaked out.
Yoongi didn’t miss a beat.
He smirked, open-mouthed, a little psychotic, a little mischievous, a lot like hers.
“You’re welcome. Now, let’s leave so I can watch her spank your ass for coming here to get coked instead of coming to me to find someone to fuck your worries away.”
✿ : The one where everytime you get dumped you pretend that you never met the guy before to mess with their heads. To the point that if you run into them somewhere you reintroduce yourself and act like you’ve never seen each other before.
Enters fuckboy Jungkook who disappears after your night together, not knowing how much he was about to regret that choice.
✿ : Romance, Humor, Fluff, Angst, College AU
✿ /: I’m truly sorry for this sad excuse of an update.
Jungkook was a mistake you saw coming from a mile away. His smile, his voice, the way he dressed, everything screamed “We both are going to need therapy very soon!”. So you decided very early that you’d not entertain or humor him in any way, shape or form, not sparing a single glance in his direction, keeping your distance and indifference.
Little did you know, indifference was the one thing he could not stand.
Jungkook could handle rejection, mockery and even anger. At this point, he was used to the violent aftermath of his short and sordid affairs.
Angry tears and shouted voicemails no longer fazed him, being sort of an occupational hazard, an expected outcome to his fuckboy lifestyle. Crying girls didn’t move him, no matter how much they sobbed. Jungkook was fully prepared to deal with any sort of hard feelings left behind a one night stand.
Except, of course, apathy.
Talented, funny and charming, Jungkook was born and raised in the spotlight. He grew and thrived under praise and attention. Even then, in his most rebellious phase, he was still loved by his family and adored by his peers. Older and more infamous, Jungkook was still golden to everyone.
Except, of course, you.
At first, it didn’t really bother him. You were just a girl in his class that didn’t actually pay that much attention to him, which was fine, since he had all the attention he could possibly need. But then he started noticing other things - like how you didn’t laugh when he cracked a joke out loud or the way you never acknowledged his presence even outside of the lecture hall.
Those little acts of disinterest very quickly started getting under his skin, annoyance growing when he saw you interacting with anyone but him, smiling and waving at his colleagues but seeing right through him until it all culminated into him cornering you after class, determined in catching your eyes and making you notice him, if only to understand why you didn’t before.
“Hey” he said, leaning on your desk as you put your things away, other students long gone “have we met? You look familiar”
You looked up, reluctantly meeting his stare with a deadpan look “Yes, we have both been in this class for months” your delivery was dry and disengaged.
“No, that’s not it” he followed you as you started to walk away, flinging your backpack over your shoulder and almost hitting his face “I think I’ve seen you before this”
You did not answer, just quickened your steps, but he carried on, getting desperate “Maybe in my dreams”
Your steps faltered and for a moment he thought he had you “Or maybe” you turned slightly to him, picking up your pace “in your nightmares. Like those where someone is trying to chase you with a machete and you try to run, but can’t, so you get stuck in a morbid fantasy which later leads to subconscious oneiric trauma, deeply harming your sleep schedule. Maybe I’m your sleep paralysis demon.”
That was not the answer he was expecting, if he was expecting any at all. Jungkook stopped in his tracks, goosebumps on his skin from fear and an inexplicable, slightly questionable attraction. You did not look back, leaving him flabbergasted in your wake “Let’s not stick around to find out which one!”
That day, Jungkook went home and googled what oneiric meant, head full of obstinate fascination, determined to understand why you hated him and how to change that.
Fast forward to a few weeks later and Jungkook completely understood why you hated him. In fact, your hatred was expected and justified, which was why he left your bed early enough to not have to deal with it, slipping through your sleeping fingers.
“I can’t believe you just left.” Taehyung, his friend, told him later. They were hanging out at the campus cafe, waiting for the first class of the day to start.
Jimin snorted from beside him “Have you met Jungkook before? He never stays around.”
Jungkook nodded, eyes darting around looking for you, ready to run at the sight of a single strand of your hair.
“It just sounds counterproductive, that’s all.” Taehyung continued “You spend weeks running after this girl despite her apparently hating your guts, finally gets her to go out with you just to tap out after one night? Why go through all the trouble? Just to get your ass kicked? Is it like a pain kink or a death wish sort of thing?”
“I think it’s a ‘I need psychological evaluation’ sort of thing” Jimin added teasingly.
Jungkook groaned, covering his face with his large hands “Maybe it’s a ‘mind your fucking business’ kind of thing”.
“Well, your fucking business is coming our way, so maybe you shoud start minding it for a change”
Jungkook’s head snapped up so quickly his neck cracked loudly, his eyes finding you in the crowd easily after several days worth of practice. You were just walking in, on your phone, the backpack you always carried hanging by one shoulder strap, swinging as you walked up to the end of the ordering line, close enough to his table that he could listen to snippets of your conversation “Jane, please, we have talked about this… Saying it louder is not gonna make me agree with you! Jane…” you shifted in place, rolling your eyes before accidentally meeting Jungkook’s stare.
He froze, eyes locked unblinking, holding his breath while his friends watched his demise with nothing but amusement.
But then you blinked twice, frowned and looked away. “Some guy is staring at me” he heard you say, voice weary “I don’t know who it is, Jane, some dude” you glanced at him again quickly, looking creeped out “of course I’m carrying a taser, Jane, I’m not an animal… You know what, this coffee is not even worth the visual harassment, God I hate men…”
And with that you exited the place, once again leaving behind a very confused Jungkook, his now perpetual state.
“Dude, I thought you said you fucked her?”
“I did.”
“Did you forget to tell her?”
“Or did you just get to the ultimate level of being a whore, where you don’t even have to sleep with people, you just have to believe you did? Sort of like being a manifestation slut, sending horny energies into the universe…”
“Oh my God, shut up!” Jungkook snapped “Of course I slept with her! Why would I lie about shit like this?”
Jimin shrugged “Because maybe you couldn’t get her to actually sleep with you?”
Now that got Jungkook blood boiling, never being one to take jabs at his abilities lightly.
“Come to think of it, have we ever seen those two together?”
Jungkook had heard enough, standing and flipping his sniggering friends off before storming off after you.
He did not know what kind of game you were playing or if this was some sort of weird comping mechanism you had, but he was determined to set his record straight. Despite the less than stelar state of your now dead non-relationship, you had a history together that had to be acknowledged, afterall Jungkook lived for the recognition of his accomplishments and he would not allow you to tarnish his carefully and purposefully dirty reputation by turning him into a liar.
Pairings: Soccer Player! Jungkook X Sports Trainer! Reader
Word Count: 2k
Other BTS members all make a cameo as well because I’m an OT7 Trash!
You work as a sports trainer, providing basic first aid and injury management for the Hanguk University’s soccer team. Going with your mundane life of caring for the dozen of guys hurting themselves in the soccer game takes a turn when one of the guys catches your eyes. It’s not his breathtakingly good looks or his muscular athletic body usually seducing girls at the campus that catches your eyes. But the action plan in your kit, indicating he is diagnosed with Asthma is what draws your eyes time and time again to the Golden Boy of Hanguk University.
Warning: Slow burn, eventual smut, Taehyung being a freaking tease the whole time, Also Jimin not letting the female MC live for one day, Fuckboy!Jungkook, Asthmatic! Jungkook , mentions of episodes of Asthma, Take your Ventolin kids, Take your medications kids!
You shift under the heavy weight that is pressing on you, looking down on your body to find a bare thigh wrapped around your torso. You furrow your eyebrows looking back at the person who’s sleeping abnormally close to you, realizing its Jungkook spooning you.
“Shit!” you immediately jolt up from the bed, throwing the guy’s leg over and watching as he groans in his sleep “SHIT SHIT!” you scramble to grab your clothes, the guy still sound sleep.
Your horror only heightens as you grab your phone and realize its already 9 In the morning and your 15 minutes nap have turned to a whole night of sleep in Jungkook’s bed.
You guide your panties over your thighs before searching for your jeans somewhere in the room, each item of clothing settling around your bare body as you run around like a mad woman. You sigh as you fix your shirt around your chest, watching the guy sleeping soundlessly on his bed, still in dreamland.
You grab your bag and throw it around you shoulder as you turn the doorknob, looking back to check and ensure the guy is sleeping as you quietly leave the room and close the door behind you.
“Hey sugar!”
“HOLY SHIT!” you shriek as you jump on your spot, as you turn around and see Taehyung standing in his shorts and bare chest munching on his toast “You scared me!” you state in a quiet tone
“Did you sleep over?” He wiggles his eyebrows as he stuffs your mouth with another toast he has in the other hand
“Tae, I will personally tape your knees to your dick if you tell anyone about this!” you warn in a quiet tone as you chew the strawberry jam toast
“Your secret is safe with me sugar,” he chuckles as he ruffles your hair “Jeon will pay my confidential fees, so don’t worry.”
“I left you fuel money in the dashboard,” you sigh as you continue to walk down to the hallway “Thanks for last night.” You add quietly as you try to put your shoes on
“You didn’t have to Sugar,” he chuckles as he follows you to the door “Your walk of shame covered it all,” he smirsk in a teasing tone and you throw a glare at him “So how was it last night?”
“Shut up,” you push the guy out of your personal space “See you later!” you turn on your heels and leave the guy behind, cheeks flushing in embarrassment as you decide to erase the night’s memories from your mind.
-
You watch as the guy squirts an abnormal amount of maple syrup on his cream covered pancake, chuckling as his almond eyes meets your judgemental look.
“I like my pancake like I like my girls,” he leans closer before murmuring “messy and sloppy!” he winks, laughing out loud as you roll your eyes
“That was one way to ruin pancake for me,” you immediately throw your knife and fork on the table, “I cant believe you claimed your brunch right away.”
“Angel, there is no guarantee for tomorrow,” he shrugs as he stuffs his face with some of his messy mix of pancake and cream “Who knows which one of those Hanguk’s ghouls will claim you next?”
You immediately tense at the guy’s words, remembering you just fucked one Hanguk’s ghouls last night against your best friend and literally everyone’s advice.
“Well we’re even with this,” you say in a quiet tone “we’re leaving last night behind right?”
“Which part exactly?” he asks with a naughty grin “The part where I caught you and Jeon in the same room,” he hesitates as he looks at your cheeks flushing, hand reaching to hold your chin up to ensure you look him in the eye “Or the little hickey he left on your neck last night?”
“SHIT!” you wince as you quickly cover you neck, realizing you completely forgot about the guy’s teeth marks on your neck “I-It’s a rash!”
“Yeah I know,” he chuckles teasingly as he watches you quickly search in your bag for your concealer before turning your front camera and checking your neck “I only noticed it because I’ve given it to a lot of girl before,” he says with a knowing smile “its not too obvious to a unprofessional eye.”
“Good for you to have such professional eyes,” You glare at the guy as you tap your concealer on your neck before checking it on your phone screen
“So, can I claim another brunch?” he asks with a teasing smile “Because just this is not gonna cut it for all the mess you made last night babe.”
“I wanna sue you for blackmailing, Park” you sigh in defeat “fine, you can claim another meal of your choice if that means all of this stays between us.”
“Does the choice of meal include your pussy?” He whispers with a wink
“Park, don’t push you luck!” you warn, rolling your eyes
“How about a breakfast in bed,” he asks with a smirk “Where you sit on my face as soon as I wake up?”
“Of course,” You raise the knife and flash him a sarcastic smile “but it comes with a complimentary bloody merry,” you blink hysterically as you stab your pancake with your knife “after I chop your dick off.”
“Jesus,” he laughs out loud, head falling back “It’s never a dull day with you Angel!”
“I’m glad you’re enjoying this, Park!” you continue to cut your pancake with rage when you hear the familiar nickname echo in the restaurant.
“SUGAR!” your eyes snap to the source of the voice, watching Taehyung entering the café and your heart starts beating, panic rushing through your face as you watch Jungkook walking closely behind him “You’re here- “
“Hey TaeTae!” Jimin waves from across you instead “Hey Jeon!” he chuckles in victory as he finally sees the guy
The knife in your hand immediately falls off your hand as you meet Jungkook’s eyes, his doe eyes staring darkly at you, and you feel your blood rushing to your cheeks.
“H-Hey,” you say weakly, averting you gaze from Jungkook to Taehyung “W-what are you doing here?”
“I guess this place is pretty popular,” Taehyung ignores you as he stares right at Jimin “the talks must have reached SNU about this place huh?”
“Not really,” Jimin grins, licking the syrup off his thumb “I was invited,” he smiles watching Jungkook’s face fall “Angel invited me for brunch.”
“Right,” you nod, internally cursing yourself for choosing the most famous brunch café on Hanguk campus “I did!”
“You must be very hungry,” Jungkook speaks up this time, surprising both you and Jimin a he tilts his head cockily “Must have had an intense night huh!” he points out with a knowing smirk
“Y-Yeah, I guess!” you gulp, cheeks flushing as you wish the ground would open and swallow her whole
“Same here,” he chuckles darkly bringing his gaze to Jimin as he pushes his hands in his pocket “I gotta recharge from the intense night I had last night.” He smirks in victory, as he watched Jimin’s smirk fade on his lips
“Must have been a hell of a night,” Jimin raises an eyebrow suspiciously as he looks between him and you before adding “should we order some fruit salad Angel?”
“What-“ you furrow your eyebrows, finding the guy’s question slightly random
“I’m craving pineapples and cranberries,” Jimin murmurs, eyes still fixed on Jungkook and your face falls as you realize where the guy was going with his question
You’re too scared to look at Jungkook but you decide to spare him a glance as he finally speaks up after a long pause.
“Enjoy your fruit salad!” he spits in a sarcastic tone, tongue darting to the corner of his cheek as he turns around and leaves the café, Taehyung calling his name and following after him.
“What the fuck Park?” you ask as you bring your angry eyes to the guy sitting across you
“I know you may have heard this a lot,” He says in a stern tone that catches you off guard “but he doesn’t deserve you angel,” he sighs, eyes shifting in a concerned manner
You stare back at the guy, lips parting to respond but nothing leaving your lips as you realize the words are exactly the reality check you needed at that moment. You lower your gaze, hand reaching for your knife to continue cutting your pancake.
“We’re having the next meal in SNU.” you state making the guy against you laugh quietly, easing the tension between you as you both continue to eat.
-
It’s another night at the training and you’re back at your usual routine, doing a few straps and massages before the game and sorting out the minor injuries from the previous game.
You’ve seen Jungkook entering the training room earlier but decided to play along as he just walked past you without saying anything. Something deep inside you slightly sank at the thought of your short-lived moment with the guy from the night before now being only a long-forgotten memory.
“Hey guys,” Hoseok yells from the changing room, bringing all the attentions to himself “Get together in the seminar room before the training, we have a meeting.”
You furrow your eyebrows at the announcement, trying to search your memory associated with the said meeting. If there is a medical meeting with Dr Kim, the young doctor never fails to notify you in advance, making sure you have time to participate as well.
“Can we just skip it Cap?” Taehyung yells from the other side of the locker room “We’re already pushed for time for the training.”
“No KimTae,” Hoseok shakes his head “Get yourself to the seminar room as soon as possible.” He yells and the guys respond yes in union
You quickly finish up the few straps you’re left with and clean up your treatment desk, making your way to the seminar room. Most of the guys are already settled there and talking amongst themselves, so you just look for a chair at the back but hear Tae calling for you.
“Here Sugar,” he waves and taps the empty chair beside him which happens to be between him and Jungkook
“T-Thanks,” you nod, secretly hating the guy for being overly helpful as you settle beside him and Jungkook, bringing your eyes to the latter “Hey, Jeon!” you say, trying to sound neutral
“Hey!” he nods with an hollow tone and you decide his dry tone is enough to end the conversation
“Did you know about this Sugar?” Taeyung taps your shoulder and you bring your gaze to him
“about what?” you ask in a lost tone
“Yoongi Hyung,” he raises an eyebrow, pointing at the front of the room “He’s here for the meeting.”
Your eyes widen, snapping towards where the guy is pointing at, watching the guy talking casually with Hoseok and Dr Kim. The rush of emotions starts to overwhelm your brain, the last time you saw him, and the memories associated with him all carving a fresh wound in your heart.
“Shall we start?” He speaks up in his usual quiet but stern tone “You guys must be dying to get back on the field!” he chuckles, eyes curling as he looks around the room
Please don’t see me, please don’t see me, you pray silently as you try to make yourself shorter than everyone else, but not surprisingly the Hanguk’s former captain spots you right away as he glances at the row you’re sitting in and flashes you a knowing smile.
“As you know I’ve started playing for nationals last year,” he explains as he grabs a bunch of brochures and passes them to the front row “They gave me the privilege to come and scout a couple of you for next year,” he explains with a proud smile “If anyone is interested, you can speak to me or Hosoeok and I will keep my eyes on you in the finals.”
You lower your gaze, clenching your fist to control your shaking hand as you go through all seven stages of grief. How could he just stand there, look so handsome as always and act so non-chalant, smiling so brightly into your face when he knows what he’s done before leaving broke you into pieces.
You shut your eyes closed, gathering all the strength in your body to your feet and finally standing up to rush out of the room.
“W-Where are you going?” Jungkook asks, holding your wrist as he looks at you with worried eyes
“I-I forgot something!” you mutter the petty excuse weakly before rushing out of the seminar room and back to your work desk.
The rush of tears rolls down your eyes as soon as you’re back in that room and you press your palm to silent yourself. You don’t want the whole Hanguk’s soccer club knowing you’re still not over the fact that their former captain cheated on you.
“Hey,” you gasp as you hear the familiar voice and before you can react you feel a firm grip around your arm, pulling you around “Are you okay-“ the guy’s words dry on his lips as soon as he sees your tears “What the fuck? What happened?” Jungkook asks in a rushed tone, trying to meet your gaze for an answer
“N-Nothing,” you respond, averting your gaze and quickly wiping your tears “Its an allergy.”
“Don’t lie,” he scolds as he steps closer and stop the harsh touch of your hand on your eyes, replacing it with his slender fingers to wipe your tears “Sshhh,” he murmurs wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you closer to his chest “You don’t need to tell me,”He whispers as he strokes your back soothingly.
“J-Jeon,” you resist, pushing against his chest to distance yourself “Someone might see- “
“I don’t care,” he wraps his other arms around you, holding you still “It’s okay if you want to cry, just cry.” The soft soothing words, along with the soft touch of his hand behind your back is enough to melt you in his embrace and cry your heart out against his chest.
chapter warnings: smut, Unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, mentions of asthma symptoms, Jungkook being petty the whole time, Some fluff if you squint hard enough
Genre: Smut, Soccer AU, College AU
Pairings: Soccer Player! Jungkook X Sports Trainer! Reader
Word Count: 2k
Other BTS members all make a cameo as well because I’m an OT7 Trash!
You work as a sports trainer, providing basic first aid and injury management for the Hanguk University’s soccer team. Going with your mundane life of caring for the dozen of guys hurting themselves in the soccer game takes a turn when one of the guys catches your eyes. It’s not his breathtakingly good looks or his muscular athletic body usually seducing girls at the campus that catches your eyes. But the action plan in your kit, indicating he is diagnosed with Asthma is what draws your eyes time and time again to the Golden Boy of Hanguk University.
Warning: Slow burn, eventual smut, Taehyung being a freaking tease the whole time, Also Jimin not letting the female MC live for one day, Fuckboy!Jungkook, Asthmatic! Jungkook , mentions of episodes of Asthma, Take your Ventolin kids, Take your medications kids!
chapter warnings: smut, Unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, mentions of asthma symptoms, Jungkook being petty the whole time, Some fluff if you squint hard enough
Genre: Smut, Soccer AU, College AU
Pairings: Soccer Player! Jungkook X Sports Trainer! Reader
Word Count: 2k
Other BTS members all make a cameo as well because I’m an OT7 Trash!
You work as a sports trainer, providing basic first aid and injury management for the Hanguk University’s soccer team. Going with your mundane life of caring for the dozen of guys hurting themselves in the soccer game takes a turn when one of the guys catches your eyes. It’s not his breathtakingly good looks or his muscular athletic body usually seducing girls at the campus that catches your eyes. But the action plan in your kit, indicating he is diagnosed with Asthma is what draws your eyes time and time again to the Golden Boy of Hanguk University.
Warning: Slow burn, eventual smut, Taehyung being a freaking tease the whole time, Also Jimin not letting the female MC live for one day, Fuckboy!Jungkook, Asthmatic! Jungkook , mentions of episodes of Asthma, Take your Ventolin kids, Take your medications kids!
Your hands reach for the door, hesitating on the air before finally coming to a strong knock. You feel the thumbing of your heart against your chest, waiting for the door to open. The silence of the night reminds you that the guy may be sleeping and rocking up to his door may not have been the best choice. You’re almost turning around to leave when you hear the footsteps and the guy’s muffled voice across the door.
“KIM TAEHYUNG, how many times should I tell you take your key with you-” he yells across the wooden surface, but his voice immediately silences when he finally open the door and he sees you waiting behind it “Y/N!” he calls with a lost tone
“Hey,” you flash a forced smile, waving awkwardly “It’s me!” you watch the guy in his oversized shirt, hair damp and the droplets of moister running down the side of his neck indicating he just came out of the shower
“What are you doing here?” he furrows his eyebrows, stepping forward to look behind you as if he’s looking for someone else “Where is Tae?”
“He’s still at the party,” you explain, arm wrapping around yourself soothingly “I burrowed his car,” you continue before peeking behind him “Can I come in?”
“O-Oh sure,” he nods immediately shifting away from the entrance and letting you in and you can’t help to breath in the musk scent of his body mist which already causes a turmoil in your heart
“Tae said you weren’t feeling well,” you explain as you enter the house, watching as he closes the door behind you “I got a bit worried, especially because of what happened after game.”
“Yeah,” he nods, walking ahead of you as if he’s running away from meeting you gaze “I wasn’t feeling too well.”
You follow the guy to his room, watching him search in his cupboard for his inhaler. He spares a look at you, and you chuckle quietly as you watch him immediately reach for the spacer as if he reads your mind before assembling the device.
He sits down on the bed and tilts his head back, exposing his precipitating neck even more as he presses the device against his lips and takes a deep breath in as he presses the canister. You silently count to ten, watching him closely before his finally distances the device and shoves it back in the nightstand draw.
“Thanks for coming,” he murmurs, eyes still fixed on the carpet and avoiding yours “Its nice knowing you still care.”
“I thought you said I was nosy!” you state with a mocking tone
“I know,” he nods with a flustered tone “It’s just that it’s driving me crazy,” he shakes his head, eyes still glued to the floor “The way you just ignore me when you see me,” he shuts his eyes as he adds “the way you just walk off to someone else’s arms like we’ve had nothing.”
“Someone else?” you repeat in a confused tone
“Park Jimin,” the name rolls off his tongue and you can clearly hear the disdain in his tone “It drives me mad whenever I see you with him.” He confesses, following with a sigh
“Well, it’s not like we’re dating,” you explain nonchalantly “Just like you have the freedom to fuck Yeri, I have the freedom to fuck Jimi- “
“F-Fine,” Jungkook interrupts, bringing his dark eyes to you and you can clearly see the rage in his doe eyes “I hear you,” he sighs “You’re free to fuck anyone, but I just hoped-” he hesitates before standing up and walking closer to you “I just hoped that’s me.”
“J-Jeon,” you look at the guy as he closes the gap between you and cages you against his wall “We talked about this- “
“I’ll show you I’m better than him,” he says, in a frustrated tone “Just give me a chance.”
“Jeon, this is not a competition,” you sigh, arms moving up to hold against his chest “Also you were just about to sleep with Yeri-“
“I didn’t sleep with her,” he interrupts, looking at you with a genuine “I don’t want her,” he says with hooded eyes “I want you.”
“Jungkook-“
“I only want you,” he inches closer, warm breath hitting your lips “I want you so bad it hurts,” he says, voice trembling in need “The way you look at me when you’re worried,” he gulps as if he’s reliving his memories “The way you know everything about my body,” his eyes shift between your eyes and your lips “the way you check my breathing every time,” he sighs as he lowers his head, as if he’s refraining himself from the action that may follow “It just drives me crazy.”
Your eyes widen as the words start to settle in your mind, your already shaken thoughts trembling further as you hear each word echoe in the silence of his room. You stare back at the guy, arms hanging by your side but tickling to pull the guy closer.
“Joon will kill me for this,” you state after a long pause and watch as the guy mouths a quiet what as you reach for his hair, pulling him by the strands closer to press your lips on him.
The guy hesitates for only a second before wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close to him. He moves his lips on yours in a paced manner, exploring every corner of your lips as he presses your body to his.
You gasp as you feel the guy lift you off the floor, letting him entrance as he darts his tongue between your lips and walk back towards his bed. Your arms unconsciously hold firmly on his shoulders, the muscles tensing under your touch as he twirls you around before placing you on his bed and hovering over you.
His hand reach down to the hem of your top, rolling it over your chest and up to your neck smoothly before breaking the kiss to shift it off and around your neck. Your hands immediately shift down to his oversized black shirt and copy his action leaving the guy’s chest bare and giving you a good view to his tones abs.
“Like what you see?” He smirks as he catches your eyes in awe of his perfect body, chuckling as you avert your gaze immediately, cheeks flushing
“I’m glad I just worked out,” the guy states as he grabs your hand and rests it on your abdomen, right above his south where he knows you’ve been avoiding looking at “I’m all yours babe,” he murmurs in a deep tone “All of me.”
You jolt as he leans down and presses his lips against your jaw, toying with the soft flesh of and working his way down to your neck to find your sweet spot. You moan as he carves his mark on your neck, sucking and abusing the wounded flesh with his tongue, leaving you a moaning mess under him.
A loud moan slips through your lips as he presses his clothed bulge on your centre, while his lips shift dangerously closer to your breasts. His hands then drift around your back to unclip your bra and release your mounds from the restraint of the cloth.
“Oh God!” you gasp he circles your hard nipples in his warm mouth, while one of his hands massage your other breast as you felt the drips of arousal soaking your panties.
He groans as he feels your wetness through the soft fabric of your jeans, his cock warm and hard, ready to be release from the cage of his sweats.
“Kook I need you,” you demand, pulling the guy’s head from your chest and looking straight into his eyes “Now!”
“Fuck,” he sighs and you can tell your words affected him by the way his cock jerks in his pants against your clothed core “I thought you’d never ask.” He says in a rushed tone before proceeding to peel your jeans off your thighs and throwing them somewhere in his room.
You cant help but notice how his grey sweats tent up as he stares down at your arousal, his eyes dark and hooded as his palm automatically reaches down to toy with your pussy.
“Holy shit,” you moan and writh under his touch as his palm heel circles against your panties right on your clit, feeling the electric jitters all over your body as you continue to soak the fabric “K-Kook, Please.”
“Do you like that?” He smirks, finding your reaction amusing as he continues to tease your clothed pussy, and you buck your hip against his palm to create more friction
“S-Shit,” you sigh, feeling your high approaching “I’m not gonna last long-“
“Go on babe,” he smirks mischievously as he speeds his hand up, reaching up with his other hand to pinch and circle your nipples “Cum for me.”
“God, Oh My God,” you moan as you arch your back, feeling the rush of orgasm nearing as the static tingles all over your body “HOLY FUCK!” you cry, shutting your eyes closed and shaking under his touch as you finally reach your high.
He continues to toy your clit with his hand, riding your orgasm out as you continue to wither and shake from the aftershocks of what just happened, body feeling limp and lethargic as he rides you to overstimulation.
“K-Kook, Please-“ you reach for his hand, parting your lids and eyes teary “It hurts.”
“Does it now?” he asks in a naughty tone and he ceases his movement, before peeling your soaked panties off your pussy, “now you know how I felt when you left with Park Jimin!”
“You’re so petty!” you retort with a scoff , pushing your thighs together to hide your soaked centre
“You don’t even know, baby” he smirks, and you watch as he rolls his sweats off his legs showing off his massive and muscular thighs along with his tented boxers hugging around his cock “I’ll be even pettier when I fuck you harder and better than Park Jimin.”
“W-What-“ you look back at him with a confused look but the guy is too quick, rolling his boxers off and hovering back over you to position himself against your now exposed pussy “Jungkook I cant-FUCK!” you gasp and arch your back as he enters you, not truly realizing how big the guy is before you look down and realize he’s only half way in
“We had the appetizer,” he explains as he bucks his head forward and cautiously, monitoring your reaction as every inch sinks deeper inside you “Now its time for main course isn’t it?”
“K-Kook I just came,” you argue in a breathy sound, your trembling voice and your ridiculously soaked pussy engulfing every inch of him proving otherwise “I don’t think I can-“
“Maybe not with Park Jimin,” he smirks, leaning closer to place a quick peck on your lips as he pushes one last time and fills you up to the brim “But its different with me!” he states and starts to thrust in and out of you in a slow but consistent manner
“Fuck,” you moan as you feel his girth sliding in and out of you, hitting every deep spot you need him to
“You know how much I waited,” Jungkook groans against your skin, bottoming out in you as your tight walls hug around his throbbing cock “How much I wanted to be inside you,” he continues the sinful words against the skin of your neck “I wanted to feel you.”
“P-Please,” you stutter, hip bucking up to meet his pace and create more contact with his “M-More, Please!” you beg and the guy immediately knows what to do, his skilled hips swirling around and quickening his pace
“SHIT,” you wince as every thrust of his cock meets the sweet spot of your cervix, “holy shit,” you groan, chest rising and back arching with each push of his hip bone against your clit
“You like that don’t you?” He smirks, slowing his pace again, swirling his hip bone against your clit purposefully “Look at you all fucked out for me,” he sighs as he watches your lose control as he toys with your clit “You’re gonna cum all over my cock don you?”
“Y-Yes,” you moan, leg curling around his waist to pull him closer “Holy shit, I’m gonna cum again Kook!”
“See?” his breathy chuckles vibrates against your skin as he quickens his pace “I told you I can make you cum again,” he presses his arms against the bed, caging your body with his arms and continues to hit every sweet spot inside your walls with his purposefully quick thrusts “told you I’ll make you cum better than Park Jimin!”
“Shit Shit,” you wince as you feel your orgasm building up again, your pussy clenching hard around the guy, making his hip stutter against yours “I’m not gonna last long-“
“Fuck,” he groans, pressing his palm on the bed and beside your body “Cum for me babe,” he orders, picking up his pace “Make a mess around my cock babe.”
“Oh Fuck,” you sigh, head rolling back and vision blurry as you feel yourself right around the edge “There, There,” you say in a pleading tone “HOLY SHIT!” you body writhes as the waves of pleasure hits you more quickly than you expect and you only make sense of it as you feel Jungkook’s thumb circling on your clit to throw your right off the edge “K-KOOK FUCK!” You gasp, body shaking and writhing under his touch as he rides your orgasm.’
This time however, he is nice enough to cease his thumb toying with your clit but continue to thrust in and out slowly as he watches you come down from your second high.
“Wait for me babe,” he groans in a breathy tone, his hips stuttering “Just a bit more,” he whines in a pleading tone and you continue to watch the guy’s orgasmic fac. But his show doesn’t last long as he finally cums in your with a few more thrusts.
“God,” you press your forearm against your eyes, feeling his weight pushing your fatigued body against the mattress as his hip comes to cease against your pussy “You’ll be the death of me Jeon!”
“Its Kook, Darling!” he reminds in a warning tone before he finally pulls out of you in a quick motion and you immediately uncover your eyes to question him.
“What are you doi-“ you start but watch as the guy immediately reach for the draw beside his bed and grab the inhaler to press against his lip and press the canister to deliver the medication in his lungs “Oh!” you sigh, looking at him with concerned eyes as he throws himself by your side, head tilting back to take in the medication
“Are you okay?” you immediately scoot closer to him
“Now there there,” he chuckles as he pushes the device back in the draw and rushes back to push his heavy weight over you “You’re not gonna make me go for third round with those worried eyes again, will you!”
“What happened?” is all you can force out, all the glory and static of your orgasm shifting off and your sanity settling back in as you start counting his breath “You’re breathing quickly.”
“Well would you believe me if I say,” he starts, biting the corner of his lips as he stares into your eyes, tucking the lock of your hair falling on your face behind your ear as he murmurs “you take my breath away baby!”
His grin widens as he watches your eyes curling into a smile and you push the guy’s chest as you feel yourself cringing “THAT’S SO FUCKING CHEESY!” you groan as you scramble to cover yourself with his soft blanket
“That’s better,” he chuckles as he helps your cover your body with his blanket, locking your body against his with a leg wrapping around your body “That’s more like the girl I know!”
“Whatever,” you murmur, settling against his chest “Wake me up in 15 minutes,” you suggest “I’ll go before Taehyung comes home.”
“You can stay over tonight,” Jungkook suggest, and you immediately furrow your brows at his proposition “And we can get some breakfast tomorrow.”
You wince at the thoughts, the thoughts that you’re probably another girl he boned in his bed and probably will go through his fuckboy rituals like everyone else. He probably offers everyone a complimentary breakfast as an aftercare just to make sure everyone come back for more of his fuckboy antiques.
“Thanks Jeon but its fine,” you offer a genuine smile as you stare at him “You’ve already done enough to return the favor,” you explain “you don’t owe me anything!”
“But-“ he parts his lips to argue but you quickly shift around, facing away from him
“Hush,” you respond, gulping the lump in your throat “Wake me up in 15’!” you order before shutting you teary eyes together and falling asleep.
Pairings: Soccer Player! Jungkook X Sports Trainer! Reader
Word Count: 2k
Other BTS members all make a cameo as well because I’m an OT7 Trash!
You work as a sports trainer, providing basic first aid and injury management for the Hanguk University’s soccer team. Going with your mundane life of caring for the dozen of guys hurting themselves in the soccer game takes a turn when one of the guys catches your eyes. It’s not his breathtakingly good looks or his muscular athletic body usually seducing girls at the campus that catches your eyes. But the action plan in your kit, indicating he is diagnosed with Asthma is what draws your eyes time and time again to the Golden Boy of Hanguk University.
Warning: Slow burn, eventual smut, Taehyung being a freaking tease the whole time, Also Jimin not letting the female MC live for one day, Fuckboy!Jungkook, Asthmatic! Jungkook , mentions of episodes of Asthma, Take your Ventolin kids, Take your medications kids!
Pairings: Soccer Player! Jungkook X Sports Trainer! Reader
Word Count: 2k
Other BTS members all make a cameo as well because I’m an OT7 Trash!
You work as a sports trainer, providing basic first aid and injury management for the Hanguk University’s soccer team. Going with your mundane life of caring for the dozen of guys hurting themselves in the soccer game takes a turn when one of the guys catches your eyes. It’s not his breathtakingly good looks or his muscular athletic body usually seducing girls at the campus that catches your eyes. But the action plan in your kit, indicating he is diagnosed with Asthma is what draws your eyes time and time again to the Golden Boy of Hanguk University.
Warning: Slow burn, eventual smut, Taehyung being a freaking tease the whole time, Also Jimin not letting the female MC live for one day, Fuckboy!Jungkook, Asthmatic! Jungkook , mentions of episodes of Asthma, Take your Ventolin kids, Take your medications kids!
“Congrats,” you hold your arms out for your best friend, who’s standing in a corner with his teammates “You did it, Jimin told me you scored 2 goals this time.”
“Of course, I did,” Joon beams, showing up his dimples as he throws himself in your embrace “so when am I getting my breakfast?”
“Ugh of course,” you roll your eyes “How could I even think you’d forget?”
“Why would I forget,” he chuckles “The only thing I could focus on the whole game was the breakfast buffet I’ll get if I score two goals this game.”
“Joon, don’t let anyone hear this,” you sigh shaking your head in disbelief “you’re the captain of the team.”
“Oh, honey I’m not even the worst,” he laughs “Half of these guys were only playing for the hook up they’ll score tonight,” he points at his teammates, each scattered around and flirting with girls, showing off their victory from the earlier game “They’re technically like soldiers coming back from serving country, popularity is at all times high.”
“Yeah, that makes sense,” you nod, eye rolling around the room “Explains why your minion disappeared the moment we entered the place.”
“Jimin?” he asks, furrowing his eyebrows “he’ll be back soon, I told him to keep you close to him tonight.”
“Joon-“ you start but your friend quickly dismisses you
“Listen to me please,” Joon speaks up “hang around Jimin for tonight, just in case Jiwoo and I need to dip.”
“When are you guys planning to tell Hoseok?” you ask, spatting Jimin’s hand away “Because honestly I had enough of your hide and seek game.”
“Hanguk boys are here,” Joon stares right at your eyes, before motioning his head to a certain direction “your Golden boy has been eyeing you since you got here.”
Your eyes flick to where Namjoon is pointing at and immediately meet Jungkook’s gaze, he is sitting in one of the comfortable leather couches, the girl who now you know is called Yeri plastered on his lap. He’s holding a bottle of beer with one hand and holding the girl’s disproportionately small waist compared to her hips with the other, but his eyes are clearly on you.
You watch as the girl places a white cigarette stick on his lips and brings the lighter closer to him, he glances at her for a brief second before looking back at you.
“Well, he seems occupied,” you stare right into his dark eyes before looking at Joon “So I’m gonna go entertain myself if you don’t mind!” you say with a bitter tone before turning on your heels and walking off
You hear your friend calling after you but all you can think about is to get away from the scene and Jungkook who’s obviously decided to enjoy his night. You quickly walk off to the bathroom, locking yourself in the place and resting your back on the wall.
“Get yourself together,” you scold yourself as you run your fingers through your hair “He’s free to fuck anyone he wants,” you sigh trying to convince yourself “It’s not like you own him or something.”
You stare at yourself in the mirror, heart clenching as you unconsciously start to compare your appearance with the girl who you just saw with him, giving yourself a failing score in all matters.
“Fuck this,” you mutter through gritted teeth “Get out there and enjoy your night,” you murmur “he was just a hook up, that’s it.”
You twist the doorknob and step out, determined to change the night over for yourself. So, you step through the hallway, walking through masses of college kids drinking and flirting with each other.
“Angel,” you hear Jimin calling for you from the end of the hallway “Here!” he waves and you unconsciously smile at the guy’s goofy action
“Whatever,” you sigh “Just hang around Joon’s minion for tonight, it can’t be that bad-“ you’re wondering with yourself when you feel a strong hold on your arm yanking you in the opposite direction
“What the fuck-“ you turn around and feel your body pulled into one of the rooms in the hallway in a quick motion. Before you know, you’re inside the dark room with your back against the door and Hanguk’s golden boy standing dangerously close to you.
“Jeon,” you call with a lost tone, trying to make the calculations of how he showed up here when he was just in Yeri’s arms a few minutes ago “W-What-“
“Kook,” he demands, staring at you with trembling eyes “I told you to call me Kook!”
“Weren’t you busy?” you scoff, searching his expression “Is Yeri not entertaining you enough?” you ask in a venomous tone, and the bitterness in your words surprises you
“I-“ he raises an eyebrow, slightly surprised by your tone “Are you jealous?” he asks with a faint smirk
“Of course not,” you quickly avert your gaze to hide your lie “You were pretty excited to see her earlier!”
“Why didn’t you stop me?” He asks in a dark tone, ignoring your statement
“What?” you furrow your eyebrows
“You didn’t stop me from smoking,” he asks as he stares back at you “I thought you care what I do or don’t before the finals.”
You part your lips to say something but immediately shut them back together, realising the truth is something you can’t express. Of course, you cared if he smoked or not, but you also wanted to avoid approaching him while he showed off his fuckboy nature with Yeri plastered all over his thighs.
“Was it really just a college hook up for you?” he asks interrupting your thoughts “did you only care about my health until you got your college hook-up?” he scoffs as he stares at you with angry eyes
“Kook,” you call, using the name deliberately “Your girlfriend is waiting somewhere out there-“
“She’s not my girlfriend,” he corrects with an annoyed tone “answer my question!”
“It doesn’t matter what I think,” you explain with a bitter tone “you’re an adult and you can make your own decision, Kook!”
“Is it because of your friends?” he asks looking into yours for an answer “You’ve been acting so cold and dismissive since that night,” he explains in a frustrated tone “If you’re worried someone will find out, I promise I’ll keep it a secret.”
“Of course,” you spit in a bitter tone, somehow those words cutting deeper into your already fresh wound “you wouldn’t want anyone to know you’re hooking up with a girl like me, right?” you repeat his words from before
“What-“ he repeats with a lost tone “I only said that because-“ he reasons but immediately pauses as if he’s worried about his words so he starts again “If that’s what you want, I’m happy to just keep things at that,” he sighs as he looks at you with a nervous look “we can casually hook up and keep it a secret if you want.”
“It was a mistake,” you finally let out the words interrupting him, not bearing to be humiliated more “I lied,” you continue with a defeated tone “I never planned to hook up with you, not even once,” you confess “I don’t know what came to me, but that night was a definitely a big mistake, Jeon.”
You watch as his eyes grow darker and darker with each word that leaves your mouth, his cocky smirk replacing itself with furrowed eyebrows and unimpressed eyes.
“You said you want me,” he starts, voice growing deeper with each syllabus “you cam all over my fingers,” he continues as the hold on your arms grow firmer “And now you’re telling me it was all a mistake?”
“I-“you gulp, staring back at him as your cheeks flush in embarrassment “That was my instincts and not my brain,” you explain, “I don’t do casual hookups,” you add hesitating to chew your words before muttering “Specially not with guys like you.”
“Guys like me?” He smirks darkly, “You didn’t mind a guy like me when I was knuckles deep and you were begging me to cum,” he spits through clenched mouth “Fine!” he scoffs, looking away to regain his composure, his old cold and distance eyes settling back to his face as he looks back at you.
You feel your heart sinking as you suddenly realise the Jungkook you’ve come to known and wanted to believe exists is faraway from Hanguk’s golden boy and his fuckboy antiques.
“I was just trying to pay you back the favour for helping me,” he says in a haughty tone and your cheeks flush in embarrassment at the expense of his words “I hope that returned some of the favour.” He scoffs in a sarcastic tone
“It was an unforgettable experience,” you retort back with a bitter tone “once in a lifetime.” You add and glance away coldly, pushing pas the guy to leave the room and the most humiliating experience of your life.
You step out and immediately face Jimin who’s standing behind the door, looking at you with knowing eyes.
“J-Jimin,” you gulp nervously, eyes glancing around to ensure no one else from your friend groups are around
“I was looking for your Angel,” he flashes his mischievous grin “I saw you going in there and I though-OH!“ his eyes widen as Jungkook steps out of the room behind you
“Hey Park,” Jungkook greets, pressing his body against your back in a purposeful manner “What’s up?”
“I think I should ask you guys that question,” he smirks, looking between you and Jungkook “What’s up Angel?”
“N-Nothing,” you shrug, averting your gaze “We were just discussing something about the game today.”
“Game huh!” Jimin repeats, his playful smirk proving he hasn’t bought into your lies
“Why? Do you have any problems Park?” Jungkook asks in a sharp tone, “Because if you do we can have a chat about it.”
“Not really,” Jimin throws his shoulder up, and for the first time you notice Jimin is slightly bothered by the guy’s words “Joon Hyung is looking for you, Shall we go Angel?” he calls your nickname with a dark smirk
“Jungkook!” The three of you look at the source of the voice, watching Yeri approaching you “I was looking for you,” The girl states as she spares a dismissive look at you before grabbing the guy’s arm and pulling him down for a peck on his lips “Yugyeom and Tae are looking for teams for beer pong.”
You watch the interaction for a few seconds before quickly glancing away and walking away from them “Let’s go, Park!” you order, walking ahead of the guy
Jimin follows you, matching his footsteps with your quick ones “How much?”
“What?” You stop and glance at him with a confused look
“How much will you pay me to keep what I just saw a secret from Joon Hyung?” Jimin asks with a knowing smile
“We didn’t do anything-“
“NAMJOON HYUNG!” he doesn’t let you finish as he waves for your friend a few metres away “Y/N and Hanguk’s Go-Nghhh.”
You quickly cover the guy’s lips “Fine,” you whisper in a warning tone “Call you price.” You demand and uncover his lips as he flashes you a content smile
“Brunch tomorrow,” he states with a naughty grin “I’ll pick you up from your place.”
“Alright,” you nod quickly “If I know you said anything to Joon I will personally chop your dick off-“
“Ssshhh,” Jimin hushes as he reaches to tuck your hair behind your ear “Don’t talk about my cock like that,” he warns in a deep tone “You’ll regret it when I finally rail you with the same cock Angel!”
“In your dreams!” You roll your eyes, turning on your heels and walking to where your friends are standing together
“FINALLY HERE,” Joon calls in a tipsy tone and you wonder how much the guy had to drink since you were gone “I was starting to get worried you’re caught in the Golden trap.” He winks
“Give me a break, Joon.” you sigh, grabbing a bottle of beer from Jiwoo
“The only trap she’ll fall in is my trap,” Jimin wraps his arms around your torso and pulls you together
“Well I’m glad you’re here,” Joon chuckles as he points at Hoseok a few metres away “Because I need you to distract your Captain so Jiwoo and I can dip.”
“So you were worried about yourself,” you roll your eyes and Jiwoo giggles at your bitter words as you swat Jimin’s hand away
“Thank you, Y/N!” Jiwoo hugs your from behind
“Use protection!” You warn “I’m not ready to deal with the mini version of you two yet!” you say as you wave your hand without looking back and walk towards Hoseok
“Captain,” you call and the guy looks back at you with an affectionate smile, making you feel guilty for the sinful plan you have for him “Congrats!”
“Thanks, Y/N!” his grin widens, his expression shining in joy in an endearing way as he hugs you “Its all thanks to your hard work,” he giggles before adding “and your killer strapping skills.”
“Of course,” you nod with a serious tone “I’m hands down carrying this team on my shoulder, Cap!”
“Well you’re doing a great job,” Hoseok smiles in a tipsy tone “Its reassuring to have you with us, Y/N!”
“What’s with the sentiments cap?” You chuckle, ruffling the guy’s dark brown hair “Are you planning to retire or something?” you joke but your smile immediately fades as you watch the guy bite his lips
“Well I was gonna keep it a secret until the end of this season,” he murmurs, looking around cautiously “It’s a secret, I don’t want the guys to get distracted by the news.”
“Sure,” you force out the words “I mean since you’re a senior, I expected it but I guess I didn’t expect it so soon.”
“I got offered a conditional place in the nationals for next year,” he explains in a quiet tone, hesitating before his next words “Yoongi Hyung talked to them for me,” he immediately bits his lips as he mutters “Are you guys still not talking?”
“Well not really,” you force a smile at the mention of the guy “But I’m glad that bastard came to some use,” you smile “I’m really happy for your Hoseok, you deserved it.”
“Thanks,” he smiles shyly, scratching the back of his head “I’ll miss your killer massages next year.”
“Well you know where to find me if you need one!” you reply and you both laugh together
“CAPTAIN!” Taehyung shouts as he walks to you “Hey Sugar,” he waves before bringing his eyes to the older “We need someone for beer pong, do you wanna join?”
Your phone vibrates in your pocket as Taehyung is speaking and you immediately check the screen to find Namjoon’s message reading “The field is clear!” so you let out a sigh in relief, knowing your mission is successfully finished.
“I thought you guys have enough,” Hoseok speaks up “What happened?”
“We need some to pair with Yura,” Taehyung says and you immediately look up, all attention on him at the mention of her “Jeon already left?”
“What?” you ask immediately, interrupting the conversation “Where did he go?”
“Not sure,” Tae shrugs “He said he’s feeling tired from the game, I think he wasn’t feeling well.”
“Alright, I’ll join!” Hoseok nods and the two are about to leave when you hold Taehyung’s wrist
“Taehyung,” you call, looking at him with nervous eyes “Can I burrow your car?”
“My car?” he asks in a lost tone “Why?”
“I-“ you gulp, trying to come up with a reason but all you can think about is Jungkook and the fact that he’s not doing well “Can I just have it?” you sigh in a defeated tone
“Mhmm,” He smirks, looking at you with suspicious eyes before fishing for his car key and placing it on your palm “All yours sugar,” he says as he stuffs his hands in his pocket “Just tell that punk that he owes me one, Alright?”
You sigh, cheeks flushing at his words, realising he knows exactly why you need his car.
“Alright, see ya!” you mutter before turning on your heels and leaving him behind
Pairings: Soccer Player! Jungkook X Sports Trainer! Reader
Word Count: 2k
Other BTS members all make a cameo as well because I’m an OT7 Trash!
You work as a sports trainer, providing basic first aid and injury management for the Hanguk University’s soccer team. Going with your mundane life of caring for the dozen of guys hurting themselves in the soccer game takes a turn when one of the guys catches your eyes. It’s not his breathtakingly good looks or his muscular athletic body usually seducing girls at the campus that catches your eyes. But the action plan in your kit, indicating he is diagnosed with Asthma is what draws your eyes time and time again to the Golden Boy of Hanguk University.
Warning: Slow burn, eventual smut, Taehyung being a freaking tease the whole time, Also Jimin not letting the female MC live for one day, Fuckboy!Jungkook, Asthmatic! Jungkook , mentions of episodes of Asthma, Take your Ventolin kids, Take your medications kids!
Pairings: Soccer Player! Jungkook X Sports Trainer! Reader
Word Count: 2k
Other BTS members all make a cameo as well because I’m an OT7 Trash!
You work as a sports trainer, providing basic first aid and injury management for the Hanguk University’s soccer team. Going with your mundane life of caring for the dozen of guys hurting themselves in the soccer game takes a turn when one of the guys catches your eyes. It’s not his breathtakingly good looks or his muscular athletic body usually seducing girls at the campus that catches your eyes. But the action plan in your kit, indicating he is diagnosed with Asthma is what draws your eyes time and time again to the Golden Boy of Hanguk University.
Warning: Slow burn, eventual smut, Taehyung being a freaking tease the whole time, Also Jimin not letting the female MC live for one day, Fuckboy!Jungkook, Asthmatic! Jungkook , mentions of episodes of Asthma, Take your Ventolin kids, Take your medications kids!
Your eyes travel between the coach who’s screaming at the guys on the field and the big billboard showing the scores, pitying the old man’s throat which you’re sure is gonna be sore for the next few days. The finals have officially started and tonight Hanguk is up against Yonsei University’s team, to decide which team will go up against SNU later that week.
It was no surprise that SNU would go up the ladder but you were still proud when your best friend called you earlier that afternoon declaring his win against Korea University with his usual cocky tone. You couldn’t help but feel the tension as the Hanguk guys entered the field knowing their opponent has already kicked another team’s ass.
It probably explained why you’ve dealt with 3 rolled ankles, 2 suspected knee ligament injuries and 1 person being carried off on the stretcher to reach the 88th minute of the game. You sigh impatiently as your eyes continues to flick back to the guy you’ve been trying to avoid looking at the whole game.
Jungkook is running in the midfield as always, gasping for his life, sweat rolling down his neck into his chest making his shirt stick to his perfectly tones body and show them off even more. It would be a sensual image if you didn’t know about his asthma, the way his lips part as he gasps for air, the way his chest rises with each breath, but all you can focus on right now was the way his breathing kept reducing in depth and increases in rate.
You finally sigh in relief as the two remaining minutes come to an end with the familiar whistle, and you immediately grab your kit and run back to the training room, trying to gather your thoughts and your fast beating heart together.
“Pull yourself together,” you whisper to yourself as you open your kit and start to empty it on the table “The guy finger fucked you once and you’re here losing your mind over him,” you remind yourself under your breath “GET. IT. TOGETHER-“
“Y/N!” you hear the captain and immediately turn around to face him “I need help!”
“What’s up?” you ask with concern “did you hurt yourself?”
“Not me,” He shakes his head with a flustered tone, gasping for air and visibly exhausted “Jeon-“
“Fuck,” you don’t let him finish as you quickly bend down and grab the small oxygen can spray and the bag of his medication and run with him “where is he?”
“I saw him walking to the changing room on the other side,” he runs with you, forcing the words between his gasps for air “he probably doesn’t want the other guys notice.”
“Of course,” you mutter through gritted teeth “Jeon and his big stupid ego,” you state as you fasten your footsteps towards the hidden changing room on the other side of the field “He rather die than anyone knowing he’s struggling.”
You notice Hoseok’s confused look after your statement, but you decide to ignore it for now, as you know getting to the idiot who’s probably struggling on his own in the changing room is more of a priority.
“Can you call Dr Kim?” you ask Hoseok as you arrive at the room and find the guy sitting inside as you’d both expect “Tell him it’s an emergency for Jeon.”
“Sure, will be back!” he nods, as he immediately runs back to the office
You enter the changing room, finding the guy sitting on the wooden bench, elbows on his knees and gasping for air.
“Are you okay?” you ask as you quickly kneel in front of him, setting up his medication on the spacer and handing it to him
“The usual,” he states in a quiet tone, and you’re surprised that he doesn’t back for the first time in a while as you help him hold the spacer against his face “nothing out of the norm.”
“How breathless are you out of ten?” you ask quickly as you stare at him pressing the spacer against his mouth and breathing the aerosol in, he hesitates before mouthing a 5 through the device and you nod silently
“I think we’ll hold the oxygen off until Dr Kim gets here,” you explain with a soft tone, helping him hold the device as he tilts his head back for the second dose “Captain went to get him, hang in there.”
He doesn’t respond, slowly breathing the medication in before lowering his hand and the device down. Your eyes travels between his chest and your watch carefully to count his breathing rate.
“Your breathing rate is normal again,” you sigh in relief as you grab the device off his hand “how breathless are you now?” you ask staring sternly at him
He doesn’t reply to this time, only staring at you as if he’s trying to figure you out. You start to feel conscious as his eyes stay on you for a few more seconds so you shift away from him.
“W-What?” you murmur as you fiddle with his spacer
“Nothing,” he shrugs “I was just thinking its not so bad to be sick after all.”
“What?” you snap looking at the guy with a confused expression “What do you mean?”
“At least you look at me properly when I’m feeling sick,” he responds, leaning closer to look right into your eyes “Instead of avoiding me like other times.”
“Jeon,” you call in a soft tone but before you can respond his ridiculous statement the door opens and Dr Kim interrupts you.
“Jeon, are you alright?” he asks in an urgent tone as he enters and quickly kneels beside you and presses his stethoscope against the guy’s chest “Nice deep breath in for me.”
You watch Jungkook inhale and exhale “I’m fine doc,” he replies simply
“Did he take his meds?” Dr Kim asks you and Jungkook chuckles as you nod with a reassuring smile
“Wow,” he scoffs throwing his head back “You really don’t believe me Doc, Do you?”
“Of course not,” Dr Kim rolls his eyes “Did you give him oxygen?” he asks you again
“No,” you shake you head quickly “his symptom settled after two puffs,” you bite the corner of your lips as you add “I forgot my oximeter because I was in a rush so I wasn’t sure-“
“That’s fine,” Dr Kim smiles reassuringly “you’ve made the right decision,” he nods “Since the symptoms were settled, you didn’t need the oximeter anyways.”
“Yeah,” you nod with a smile “I thought I’d call you just in case.”
“Good job,” Dr Kim patted your shoulder before bringing his gaze to Jeon “be thankful you have her to take care of you, you punk,” he scoffed flicking the guy’s forehead with his stethoscope
“Ouch,” Jungkook winces “That hurts Doc!”
“Good,” Dr Kim scolds “Captain wants to see you,” he states, and you watch Jungkook’s shoulder immediately depressing at the news “That’s gonna hurt even more.”
“Doc,” Jungkook quickly hold Dr Kim’s arm and look up at him with pleaful eyes “Cant you just tell him I’m fine?”
“I’m busy,” Dr Kim spats the guy’s hand “I have to go attend to the 6 other beaten puppies in my office.”
You chuckle as you watch the young doctor ignoring Jungkook’s whining words as he leaves the two of you.
“You’re enjoying this aren’t you?” Jungkook stands up, arms crossing against his chest
“Well I don’t particularly hate it,” you smirk, turning on your heels “Enjoy your scolding with the captain-“
“Thank you.”
You hear his quiet words and immediately pause and turn around “What did you say?” you ask raising an eyebrow
“Never mind, if you didn’t hear it,” he smirks as he walks past you and you don’t miss the way he limps his way, quickly finding the culprit being the ankle you failed to strap before the game.
“Well, I was gonna offer to have a look at your ankle,” you walk after him, quickly reaching him considering his limp pulls his pace back quite a bit “But nevermind!” you copy him as you start to pick your pace and walk ahead of him
“Wait-“ he walks quickly after you and yanks you to himself by your shirt before throwing a hand around shoulder and using your body to take the weight off his right ankle “If you let me use you as my human walking aid, I’ll say it again.”
“You’re already doing it Jeon,” you remind, left hand creeping behind him to hold his weight up
“Well,” he clears his throat as the two of you walk back to the main changing room “Thank you!”
“I didn’t quite hear that,” you chuckle, enjoying teasing him and his big ego “What was that?”
“THANK YOU,” he yells against your ear this time “Was that loud enough!” he asks in an annoyed tone
“Better!” you tease and try to hide your laughter from the guy as you both walk back to the locker room.
-
The next few hours go as usual like every other game, the rushes of the guys coming and going for their treatment, while you run around trying to helping everyone as soon as possible. You feel the pressure specially tonight since you’ve promised Jiwoo you’ll go to the after game party with her tonight, and you know you’ll be late if you don’t hurry.
“Jeez, It’s quite swollen!” you say as you look at Jungkook’s ankle who’s now sitting across you with his foot up the chair as usual
“No shit sherlock!” he teases, and you throw a glare at him as you search for an ice pack
“You’re slightly resembling Tae,” you state as you sit against him and press the ice on his ankle, hearing his audible wince at the cold contact “and I’m not sure how I feel about dealing another one of him.”
“Did anyone say Tae,” Taehyung snaps the door of the treatment room, entering the place with his towel hanging off his lower body “Did you call for me Sugar?”
“For fuck sake Tae, Its always wet in here,” you yell, throwing one of the towels at him “I almost slipped when I was finishing up last time,” you say through gritted teeth as you relive the memories “you’re mopping this whole place tonight!”
“Are you sure the floor was the only thing that was wet?” Tae beams with an excited tone “I mean I would mop the whole fucking field tonight if I can get YOU wet Sugar-Aahh!”
Its Jungkook’s action that interrupts the guy’s ministrations this time, the shoes he left on the floor earlier now on its merry way towards Taehyung’s face in such a quick manner, you almost miss it.
“JEON!” he cries in pain as the shoe hits the corner of his head “What the fuck?”
“Go get dressed,” Jungkook demands in a stern tone “No one wants to see your half naked body and your ridiculously large willy in the open Tae!”
“You’re just jealous of my ginormous dick which I’m gonna use to bone Suga-“ he stumbles back as Jungkook stands up and aims the bag of ice at him this time “ALRIGHT ALRIGHT EASY!” he stumbles and almost slips on his way back to the locker room
“Thank you,” you sigh, shaking your head in disbelief “How do you even live with him?”
“Not easy,” Jungkook sighs “I guess the fact that we’ve been friends since middle school helps sometimes,” he hesitates to watch you measure the tape on his ankle as he adds “Or not, I don’t even know!”
You chuckle at the guy’s statement, plastering the tape on his ankle with all your concentration.
“Did you get a scolding from Captain?” You ask, cautiously looking at the guy
“Have a guess!” he shrugs, head falling back “He said they might bench me for the first half of the game with SNU!”
“What?” your jolt in a surprised way, looking up at him “Why?”
“Because I can’t regulate my energy through the game,” he responds in an uninterested tone “They need me as the striker on the second half.”
“Right,” you nod “I guess that makes sense-“
“ANGEL!” you hear the door shutting open with a loud thud, revealing Jimin with his damp hair against the door “Oh Hi Jeon!” he waves with a devilish smile
“Hey Park,” Jungkook scoffs, tilting his head as he leans closer to you as if he’s trying to hold you to himself “Congratulations on the win!”
“Likewise,” Jimin beams in a cheerful tone “I heard you really smashed the guys from Yonsei huh!” he chuckles as he adds “I guess this is it,” he licks his lips as he continues “Us against each other again.”
“I guess it is fate,” he says, tongue poking to the corner of his cheek as he asks “what are you doing here? I assume you didn’t come all the way here to congratulate me, Park!”
“Oh, you didn’t tell him Angel?” Jimin uses the nickname with a seductive tone as he points at you “I’m taking her to the after-game party tonight!”
“Right,” he nods, eyes glancing between you and Jimin with glaring gaze “Didn’t know you’re the party type, Y/N!”
“J-Jiwoo asked me,” you stutter as you attempt to explain yourself “Are you going?” you gulp flashing him an awkward smile
“Why? you dont want me to go?” he scoffs staring right into your soul with disdain
“O-Of course not,” you refute “It’s up to you, I thought you may feel tired or something.”
“I think I’ll go,” he responds with his signature hollow eyes that you’re starting to get used to these days “Yeri said she’ll be there,” he pronounces the name in a calculated manner as he meets your curious eyes “So I should probably go!”
“Y-Yeri,” you repeat the name, remembering the owner of the name is the girl who interrupted your conversation with him the other day, along with all the half-naked Instagram photos you’ve stalked of her “Well, have fun.” You say with a sarcastic tone
“Thanks, will do!” his lips curls into a sharp smirk as he stands up and throw an unimpressed look at Jimin before turning around to leave.
Pairings: Soccer Player! Jungkook X Sports Trainer! Reader
Word Count: 2k
Other BTS members all make a cameo as well because I’m an OT7 Trash!
You work as a sports trainer, providing basic first aid and injury management for the Hanguk University’s soccer team. Going with your mundane life of caring for the dozen of guys hurting themselves in the soccer game takes a turn when one of the guys catches your eyes. It’s not his breathtakingly good looks or his muscular athletic body usually seducing girls at the campus that catches your eyes. But the action plan in your kit, indicating he is diagnosed with Asthma is what draws your eyes time and time again to the Golden Boy of Hanguk University.
Warning: Slow burn, eventual smut, Taehyung being a freaking tease the whole time, Also Jimin not letting the female MC live for one day, Fuckboy!Jungkook, Asthmatic! Jungkook , mentions of episodes of Asthma, Take your Ventolin kids, Take your medications kids!
Pairings: Soccer Player! Jungkook X Sports Trainer! Reader
Word Count: 2k
Other BTS members all make a cameo as well because I’m an OT7 Trash!
You work as a sports trainer, providing basic first aid and injury management for the Hanguk University’s soccer team. Going with your mundane life of caring for the dozen of guys hurting themselves in the soccer game takes a turn when one of the guys catches your eyes. It’s not his breathtakingly good looks or his muscular athletic body usually seducing girls at the campus that catches your eyes. But the action plan in your kit, indicating he is diagnosed with Asthma is what draws your eyes time and time again to the Golden Boy of Hanguk University.
Warning: Slow burn, eventual smut, Taehyung being a freaking tease the whole time, Also Jimin not letting the female MC live for one day, Fuckboy!Jungkook, Asthmatic! Jungkook , mentions of episodes of Asthma, Take your Ventolin kids, Take your medications kids!
You watch the young doctor flipping through the green coloured diary, occasionally flicking his eyes from the papers to his computer screen to cross check the progression with the values on the screen. You glance at the guy who’s sitting beside your silently, scrolling on his phone and you unconsciously roll your eyes at the way his thumb double taps on the picture of a half-naked girl in her gym clothes and a heart shows up on the screen.
This is the reality check you needed exactly one week after the eventful night you’ve had with the guy. This was the first time you’ve seen the guy since then and for some reason it was itching you the wrong way how unbothered he seemed about seeing you. For some reason you thought he would care slightly more about the girl he hooked up with in the soccer club’s changing room and you know the expectation is very foolish of you.
Your heart’s been a mess since that night, and you’ve only came to realise it when you saw the guy after a whole week. You’ve been longing the guy’s proximity since that day, but all your attempts to catch up with him been continuously in a vain since the guy decided to use his social events as an excuse for not having a face to face medication check with you.
He still sent you the frequent photos of his inhaler along with the dosage he took, occasionally even sending snapchats of himself taking the medication to you just to make sure you have no excuse to see him face to face.
You’ve slightly came to hate yourself for teaching him the right technique of taking his inhaler, when you watched and re-watched the videos of the guy with his head falling back, the veins on his neck exposed against the camera as he breathed in slowly, making a sinful show when taken out of context.
You couldn’t help but be reminded of the eventful night he made you cum all over his fingers in that tiny room every time you watched those videos. It sometimes left you wondering if he is secretly trying to tease you by sending you those sinful images.
But the door was shut in your face when you showed up at the final appointment with Dr Kim, excited to finally see the guy for the first time after a week, only to be greeted by his cold greeting with you. If you’re honest, you don’t even know what you expected of him.
It’s no secret, the guy is notorious for his casual hook-ups. And perhaps you were just another girl in the line of girls he provided his service to, so you’re not sure why you’re so disappointed seeing the way he’s so nonchalant with you. It’s not like you expected he treats you specially or something, right?!
“Good work guys,” your thoughts are interrupted by the young doctor’s soft voice “the diary is completed to an acceptable standard,” he explains as he closes the notebook “And guess what? Your lung function has been steadily improving.”
“Great!” you smile, pleased about perhaps the only happy ending in this situation
“So, we’re all good?” Jungkook asks with an uninterested tone “You can issue my return to sport permission, right?”
“Impatient, aren’t we?” Dr Kim chuckles, as he opens his draw and brings the piece of paper out “I prepared it in advance.”
You watch the doctor sign and stamp the piece of paper which officially ends the arrangement between your Jungkook and for some reason your heart sinks in your chest. You feel the tears welling up in your eyes, so you blink quickly.
“So, we’re done right?” you ask as you quickly stand up from your seat “I’m gonna head down, I forgot something from training the other night.”
“Sure,” Dr Kim nods, flashing you a pleased smile “Thank you.”
“Not a problem,” you flash a forced smile before quickly turning on your heels and leaving his office.
You climb down the stairs and run into your own treatment room, where you usually treat the guys after the game as the overwhelming memories of all that happened in the past couple weeks start to rush in your mind.
“Don’t cry, don’t cry,” you urge yourself, blinking rapidly to stop the tears from falling when you hear footsteps behind you
“You did it,” you force the words out, watching the guy walking down from Dr Kim’s office “Congratulations.”
“Thanks,” he responds curtly, eyes hollow and almost looking angry “You must be happy you don’t need to baby sit me anymore.”
“Of course,” you chuckle trying to ease the mood “One less thing to worry about at my job.”
“Right,” he nods, failing to take your joke as lightly as you intend it to come across “sorry for taking up too much of your time,” he scoffs in a sarcastic tone “but you know where to find me if you need a good fuck,” he scoffs as he folds the piece of paper in his hands “I’m happy to return the favor anytime.”
“Jeon,” you call softly “It’s not gonna happen again,” you hesitate as you watch his unimpressed eyes “I’m sorry- “
“For fuck’s sake,” he snaps, fist curled by his side “Stop apologizing,” he spits back “as you said It was just a college hook up and we both did it consensually.” he averts his gaze “there is no reason to have hard feelings right?”
“I-I just-“ you stop yourself from continuing the sentence, knowing you’ll be doomed if he knows how exactly you feel about that night and what happened between you “I apperciate your offer but I reassure you it wont happen again, Jeon. Thanks for offering.”
“Whatever!” he murmurs as he pushes the folded paper in his pocket when the door of the office opens and a girl peek through the door
“Jeon,” she calls, eyes glancing dismissively from you to the guy who’s standing beside you “I’m finished with my training, Tae told me I can find you here,” she explains as she opens the door and rests her perfectly sculpted body on the door behind her “can I come over tonight?”
Jungkook gulps, his eyes travelling between the girl to you, and you just flash him a bitter smile before muttering “I gotta go.” you say in a quiet tone as you quickly grab your bag and run out of the door passed the girl.
-
Its 2AM in the morning and you’re still tossing and turning in your bed, trying to fall sleep. You finally lay on your back, staring at the white ceiling as you let your mind fly free to the memories of earlier that day. For some reason, you keep flashing back to the girl who interrupted your conversation with Jungkook earlier.
Later that afternoon, you’ve found the girl on Jungkook’s Instagram, and you were not pleased at your ability to stalk her. Because watching the girl’s flawless boobs and backside on her Instagram photos only crushed your self-esteem further than you could imagine.
At some point you even started hating Jungkook, for hooking up with someone like you when he had these Instagram baddies plastered all over him. What was he thinking, sleeping with a girl who’s remotely making it to a 3 compared to the 9s and 10s he had around him.
You press your eyes shut, trying to stop the niggling thoughts of the guy, the perfectly viable thoughts of those arms wrapped around the girl’s perfect body, those sinful lips pressed against the girl’s plump ones. Why did you care if he was sleeping with another girl, you had no rights, you only hooked up with him once, why were already feeling possessive over those unnecessarily toned arms that lifted you so easily that night.
Your eyes drift open as you hear the silent vibration of your phone beside you, rolling to your side to check the notification.
“You slepin?” – 2:06AM Golden Boy
You quickly shift up on your arms, nervously opening the message and immediately regret it as you realise, your phone would be sending a seen notification to him.
“fuck,” you whisper, biting your nail as your thumb hovers over your keyboard “Focus, Y/N, focus,” you urge yourself as you try to come up with a decent response when you jump as the phone vibrates.
“Your awke!” – 2:07AM Golden Boy
you gulp staring at the message like a deer caught in headlight, heart thumping against your chest as you quickly type up the message.
“Yeah, what’s up!” you press the send button, and the message goes on its merry way with a tone which immediately is followed by the seen icon underneath it.
You stare back at your screen for a few seconds, starting to lose hope as the response takes quite a white. You finally give up, index finger about to press the button that turns the screen off so you can go back to your struggle to sleep when a message on snapchat pops up on your screen.
You furrow your brows as you press the yellow notification, and it reveals Jungkook on your screen. You quickly register that the image is moving, and he’s sent you a video, of himself more particularly. You gulp as you watch the guy breathing audibly on the screen, head falling back and sweat rolling down his neck.
“Y/N,” you jolt on your place as you hear your name coming from the video, sounding rather breathy like he was moaning it out “F-Fuck, Y/N, I need you.”
Your eyes widen as you start to finally register what’s happening, a rush of arousal shooting between your thighs as you continue to watch the guy moaning your name and confessing his desires for you.
“Y/N, I’m so fucking hard for you,” you recognise his tipsy tone, finally realising that the guy on your screen may be intoxicated “I want you so bad, it hurts Babe!” he sighs in a pleading tone as he shifts the phone in his hand and then the camera flashes from his face to his right hand which is gripping firmly around his cock.
“Fuck” you sigh, watching his big hands barely reaching around his girthy cock, clenching your thighs together to create some friction that may make up for your body’s longing for the guy
“See this?” he continues to whisper to the camera as he runs his fingers up and down his length “This is hard for you baby,” he murmurs in a husky tone, moaning and he squeezes his length between his fingers “Just for you, Y/N.”
“Oh My God,” you shut your eyes closed and pray that the video finishes sooner than later and sigh in relief as it finally stops playing and disappears.
“Tap to replay the video.” Is your phone’s invitation to indulge in the sinful image again and your thumb hovers over the words as you mull over the option.
“No,” you firmly tell yourself as you quickly turn the screen off instead and throw the phone off your bed, somewhere far enough that you can’t find it in the darkness.
You shut your eyes closed, pressing your thighs firmly together as you hug your blanket, trying your best to forget those pixels and go back to sleep as soon as you can.
-
“Look all I’m saying is if you’ve been sucking my dick since we were freshmen, you should at least remember that I hate teabagging,” Taehyung explains in his obnoxiously loud voice as you measure the tape around his knee “I don’t even understand who came up with the idea of putting someone’s testicles in their mouth.”
“Tae,” you sigh as finally cut the corners of the tape and look at the guy “You’re giving me a headache, please stop talking or I’ll have to tape your testicle to shut you up.”
“Jeeze,” he shut his lips into a thin line, genuinely feeling threatened by your warning “That time of the month huh?”
“yeah something along that lines,” you nod, not even caring that you’re sharing your PMS details with the guy “now just shut up so I can focus on my job.”
“Okay Sugar,” he beams as he leans closer “Well do you wanna just suck my dick as well so I can stop talking about this whole teabagging chaos?” his grin widens as if he came up with the smartest idea “I’m always less talkative when I get my dick sucked.”
“Tae, I’ll cut your testicles if I have to,” you growl as you press the corners of the tap on his knees to fix it on his knees “Please just shut up.”
“Yes Ma’am.” he nods and rests back and watch you as you continue fiddling with the tape
“All done,” you sigh, throwing the tape pieces in the bin “NEXT!” you yell
“Thank you Sugar,” Tae stands up before bending down to bring his head the same level as you “the offer is always valid, you know where to find me-“
“NEXT!” You yell in his face, as you bring the scissor up against his thighs with glaring eyes before bringing your attention back to
“JESUS, SUGAR” he stumbles back and covers between his thighs “It really must be that time of the month.”
“Its my turn,” you hear a familiar voice and your head snaps up as you watch Jungkook sitting across you on the chair “right?” he asks as he meets your surprised eyes
“Y-Yeah,” you nod quietly as you quickly fish for another piece of tape in your tool kit “ankle?”
“Yup,” he nods bringing his leg up to rest it on the chair beside you, and you cant help but to peek at his spread thighs which gives you a sneak peak into something you’ve been trying to forget since a few nights ago.
“S-Sure,” you gulp, as your trembling hands fiddle with the tape and you try to measure it around his ankle “How’s your ankle today?”
“Alright,” he responds simply “how are you?” he asks in response and your eyes unconsciously flick up to him again
“G-Good,” you flash a forced smile “very good.”
“Hmmm,” he hums, tilting his head to the side as he examines you “Is your phone broken?”
“What?” you furrow your brows “No, Why?” you ask in a confused tone
“Just because-“ he hesitates, eyes shifting around for a few seconds before adding “You still haven’t responded to my message,” he responds simply “I just thought maybe you broke your phone or something.”
“I-I thought-“ you part your lips, trying to form the words as you think back to that night “I thought that was a mistake.”
“A mistake?” he raises an eyebrow as he leans closer to you “What mistake?”
“I thought maybe you wanted to send it to someone else,” you reason, “So I just ignored it.”
“It wasn’t a mistake,” he responds staring into your eyes “I clearly said your name,” he reminded “It can’t be a mistake, right?”
“well,” you continue in a flustered tone “you sounded drunk.”
“Tipsy,” he corrects, tongue darting to his cheeks habitually “I had a bit of alcohol that night, but I knew what I’m doing,” he explains matter of factly “or whose name I’m calling unlike you!”
“W-What-“you furrow your eyebrows, getting increasingly confused by each statement that leaves his lips
“Since you wanted to try Hanguk’s golden dick, you should have gone all the way,” he scoffs sarcastically “We should probably fuck sometimes.”
“Jungkook,” you shift away from him, creating some space between you “I told you we’re not gonna-“
“What you had was just a teaser,” he lowers his gaze, and you wonder why he’s avoiding your eyes “Lets fuck sometimes, you wouldn’t regret it.” He says in a cocky tone
“J-Jeon,” you call again, body shivering at his nonchalant words “ I told you just because it happened once, It doesn’t mean its gonna happen again.”
“I told you to call me Kook,” he leans closer and blinks at you in an upset tone “Or is it only Kook when I make you cum?” he stares at you before whispering, “It’s only Kook when I’m your college casual hook up huh?”
Your jaw drops at his statement, lips parting to respond but nothing leaves your lips. You secretly thank Tae who interrupts the tense conversation as he calls for Jungkook
“Jeon, captain’s looking for you,” he calls as he enters the treatment room and immediately stops by the door “sorry, did I interrupt something?” he asks in a cautious tone
“No,” Jungkook responds as he stare at you with those hollow emotionless eyes again “I’m done!” he say as he stands up and kicks the chair back in the process, leaving you by yourself in the treatment room.
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19
Pairings: Soccer Player! Jungkook X Sports Trainer! Reader
Word Count: 2k
Other BTS members all make a cameo as well because I’m an OT7 Trash!
You work as a sports trainer, providing basic first aid and injury management for the Hanguk University’s soccer team. Going with your mundane life of caring for the dozen of guys hurting themselves in the soccer game takes a turn when one of the guys catches your eyes. It’s not his breathtakingly good looks or his muscular athletic body usually seducing girls at the campus that catches your eyes. But the action plan in your kit, indicating he is diagnosed with Asthma is what draws your eyes time and time again to the Golden Boy of Hanguk University.
Warning: Slow burn, eventual smut, Taehyung being a freaking tease the whole time, Also Jimin not letting the female MC live for one day, Fuckboy!Jungkook, Asthmatic! Jungkook , mentions of episodes of Asthma, Take your Ventolin kids, Take your medications kids!
AN. when I said slowburn, I really delivered :) First smut after 18 chapters, youre welcome!
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19
Pairings: Soccer Player! Jungkook X Sports Trainer! Reader
Word Count: 2k
Other BTS members all make a cameo as well because I’m an OT7 Trash!
You work as a sports trainer, providing basic first aid and injury management for the Hanguk University’s soccer team. Going with your mundane life of caring for the dozen of guys hurting themselves in the soccer game takes a turn when one of the guys catches your eyes. It’s not his breathtakingly good looks or his muscular athletic body usually seducing girls at the campus that catches your eyes. But the action plan in your kit, indicating he is diagnosed with Asthma is what draws your eyes time and time again to the Golden Boy of Hanguk University.
Warning: Slow burn, eventual smut, Taehyung being a freaking tease the whole time, Also Jimin not letting the female MC live for one day, Fuckboy!Jungkook, Asthmatic! Jungkook , mentions of episodes of Asthma, Take your Ventolin kids, Take your medications kids!
AN. when I said slowburn, I really delivered :) First smut after 18 chapters, youre welcome!
You gasp as the guy, lifts you off the floor in an effortless manner, slinging your legs around him as he walks back inside the locker room. Your arms naturally grip on his muscular shoulders for balance, while your lips try to follow his lead blindly as you indulge in the feeling of his soft lips.
He separates his lips as he pushes you against the wall in one of the changing rooms, holding you up with one hand while the other closes and locks the door behind you. Your eyes widen as you start to register what’s about to happen as the guy places you back on your feet.
“I think we should do something about this first,” he states with a husky tone, hands travelling down to the hem of Jimin’s jersey as he whispers “I really don’t like this on you!” he says before pulling the jersey over your head in a quick manner, your arms automatically following his action as he disrobes you.
“That’s better,” he smirks, throwing the jersey to the side before holding your cheeks and muttering “Now I can actually focus on how beautiful you are when you scream my name.”
“J-Jeon,” you call, arms moving up to hold against his chest in a defensive manner “I-I can’t-“
“You cant?” He raises an eyebrow “Or you don’t want to?”
“I-“ you hesitate, mulling over his question for a brief second, realising the weight of his question “I can’t!” you shake your head
“But you want to?” He asks, lips only few inches away from yours “You want this?”
Your eyes stare back at his hooded eyes, judgement starting to tremble under the weight of those dark orbs staring dangerously welcoming at yours.
“You want this,” He whispers, leaning closer to press a soft kiss just under you lips, against your chin before travelling down to your neck “You want me, don’t you?”
“J-Jeon,” you sigh as he gently bites on the soft flesh of your neck, tongue moving dangerously on the abused flesh “I-I-“
“You want to feel me too, right?” he asks, voice slightly tinting with plea and desperation “Just like how I want to feel you.”
“Yes,” you finally confess, hands wrapping around the guy’s head, you moan as the guy bites yet another mark on your neck “I want you.”
You feel his smirk against his skin as he works his way down your neck, while his other hand reaches down at the hem of your jeans and fiddle with the button before releasing it. You gasp as his cold hands travel on your skin against your hip bone before shifting further and further to where you need attention the most.
His palm sits against your dripping core, middle finger smothering your wetness around “You’re so fucking wet for me,” he sighs in a trembling voice, thumb moving up to toy with your clit and smirk as you continue soaking his palm even more
“F-Fuck,” you moan, head falling back as one finger enters your walls, sliding easily inside you “Kook, please!”
“Do you like that Babe?” he asks, doe eyes shifting up to yours and meeting your glassy eyes “Do you like it when I touch you like this?”
“Y-Yes,” you nod, before shutting your eyes together firmly and withering under his touch “F-Fuck, that feels so good, Kook.”
“There you go,” he smirks as he enjoys watching you lose control, another finger joining his middle finger to scissor you further “I told you, you’d enjoy it babe.”
“Fuck Jeon,” you gasp as he adds another finger, easily finding your sweet spot as he pushes his fingers further against your core “I-I’m gonna-“
“You’re gonna cum?” he bites his lips, watching you fall apart under his touch “You wanna cum for me babe, Hmm?”
“Y-Yes,” you nod, eyes tearing in pleasure as you feel his thumb rubbing against your clit in a paced manner “I’m close, Kook.”
“Yeah?” he smirks in mischief, enjoying the way you look at him with plea “Why don’t you beg like a good girl Babe?”
“K-Kook,” you sigh in frustration, feeling his fingers slowing down and you immediately shake your head “N-No, don’t stop- “
“Beg for it,” he raises an eyebrow, challenging you “Beg for me to make you cum like a good girl, babe.”
“P-Please,” you sigh, already losing all your dignity to the immense need to reach your high “Please, I’m so close-“
“Sshhh,” he presses his forehead against yours as he continues to flick his thumb against “tell me Y/N,” he whispers through gritted teeth “You’re mine aren’t you?”
“I-“ you part your lips, brain trying to process his interrogating eyes “I’m-“ you sigh as you fail to form the words
“Hmm?” he urges, staring back at you with waiting eyes “You’re not gonna wear Jimin’s jersey again,” he states in a firm tone as he holds your neck with one hand “You’re not gonna flirt with him anymore, right?”
“K-Kook,” you moan his name, arm reaching up to hold his shoulder to keep your balance and stop yourself falling “P-Please, I’m so fucking close- “
“Tell me,” He demands again “you’re not gonna hang around him,” he states before whispering “You’re mine right?”
“Fuck,” you sigh, feeling yourself right at the edge, waiting eagerly to feel your high “Jeon, Please.”
“Tell me,” he says, jaw clenching as he stares into yours “Tell me you’re mine and I’ll give it you.”
“I’m y-yours,” you stutter, pressing your head back against the wall “P-Please-“
You cry as the guy presses his lips against yours, tongue darting out to explore your mouth as his hands pick the pace finger fucking you, while you helplessly wither and muffle your cries against his mouth.
He continues to ride your orgasm, until you’re a shaking a mess from overstimulation, and your legs are about to give way if its not for his strong arms holding you against him. His lips part from yours and he stares back at you, and you realise he looks more content than you even when you’ve had arguably the most intense orgasm of your life.
“Fuck,” you sigh, gulping nervously as you register what just happened and try to form the words “J-Jeon, I’m s-so sorry-“
“Sshhh,” he shakes his head, forehead still firmly pressed against yours “don’t call me Jeon,” he whispers, and you wonder if you’re mistaken when his cheek flushes slight as he adds “I like when you call me Kook better.”
“B-But-“ you start but immediately shut your lips together as you hear the door of the locker room opening with a loud thud and you hear your friend’s familiar voice echoing in the empty space
“Joon, you’re overreacting,” Jiwoo calls as she steps inside the empty space followed by another set of footsteps “She’s an adult, you’re being too harsh on her.
All you can think about is to make sure you don’t get caught by your two friends so you immediately press one hand against Jungkook’s lips and cover them in an attempt to silence the guy as you give him a warning look.
“Its not like I don’t know that,” Joon sighs in a frustrated tone “Its just that what happened with Yoongi Hyung still haunts me,” he explains and you hear him sit down on one of the benches
“I know what you feel,” Jiwoo explains “But just because she had a negative experience doesn’t mean she cant try-“
“Not with the golden boy,” Joon declares firmly and your eyes immediately flick to Jungkook who’s now staring down at your chest, listening carefully to the conversation happening outside “You know him , Jiwoo,” he explains “He’s a fuckboy, one of the most famous and brutal ones out there,” he continues and you can see the change of emotion on the guy’s expression “he plays with girls as a hobby.”
Jungkook’s eyes change from sad to disappointed and then tinted with slight rage all in a matter of few seconds so you ease the hand against his lips, arms falling down beside your body as you continue to listen to your friends.
“And she’s so naive,” Joon explains followed with a loud sigh “and I know she may deny it, but she’s been taking care of him hoping there can be more to it,” he hesitates before muttering “like the way she thought she can change Yoongi hyung for better.”
It’s your turn to feel the stabbing weight of your friend’s words this time, cheeks flushing in embarrassment and rage all at the same time. You gulp as you sense the guy’s eyes staring carefully at you and you must avert your eyes to ensure he doesn’t notice the way your eyes tear up at the prospect of what’s going on in your heart.
“Don’t be so sure,” Jiwoo chuckles this time “Maybe she just wants to enjoy a good fuck,” she shrugs and your mentally curse her choice of words “We’ve talked about Jungkook’s Golden dick before and she mentioned she wouldn’t mind trying him for a good fuck.”
Your eyes widen as you stare back at Jungkook, realising your friend just threw you under the bus without even knowing she’s doing that so you just flash an awkward smile to the guy. You cant help but notice how the guy’s stares grow more and more disappointed as he looks at you, as if he’s trying to get some clarification from you about the truth of your friend’s words.
“Excuse me what did I just hear?” Joon states looking back at his girlfriend “Why would you be talking about Jungkook’s dick, young lady?”
“That was way before we met,” Jiwoo chuckles awkwardly “you know how girls talk about these sort of thing-“
“Well, young lady you are in trouble,” you hear Joon standing up and walking closer to Jiwoo “We’re heading home right now and I’m gonna make sure the only girl talk you’re gonna have is about MY DICK!”
“Well before we can do that,” Jiwoo chuckles as he turns around and starts running out of the place “You gotta catch me if you can.”
You hear as the girl runs away, followed by Namjoon who’s calling her name and running outside the locker room after her. You let a sigh out of relief as the place empties out again.
“We gotta get out of this place,” you state looking at the guy who’s still standing closely against you “before someone else comes.”
“Wait-“ Jungkook holds your wrist, pinning it beside you on the wall as he stares at you with a confused look “Is that true?” he asks, tone sounding surprisingly quiet and upset
“W-What?” you ask, gulping nervously as you know he’s gonna question you about the conversation you just overheard
“I-Is that why you took care of me,” he asks, eyes hollow of any emotion as he mutters “Because you just wanted to try me for a good fuck?”
You stare at him trying to form the sentences, knowing very well that’s your Jiwoos’ observation is wrong. but at the moment you could care less about the truth of why you started to take an interest in the guy, maybe your friend was right, maybe you thought there could be more between you and him, like the way you wished you could change Yoongi. you felt the warm tears already welling up at your eyes as you caught yourself and your feelings, you were once again in this trap, falling for the fuckboy of the campus hoping your genuine feelings can be reciprocated and you could change him.
“Well I didn’t start with that intention,” you explain with a forced smile as you look at him “But since you showed interest, I thought I’ll give it a go,” you chuckle awkwardly as you tried to sound as genuine as possible “why would I reject you,” you mutter “It’s not every day you get the chance to hook up with a college athlete.”
“So this was just a college hook up,” he summarises, tone decreasing with each word as if he’s reaching an epiphany “That’s all isn’t it?” he asks, eyes looking at you patiently waiting for a response
“Y-Yeah,” you lie, gulping the lump in your throat, as your brain continues to betray your feelings “Isn’t that what you wanted too?”
“I-“he starts, eyes trembling around your face as if he’s trying to confirm if all you’re saying is the truth “Of course,” he sighs, stepping back with a forced smirk “ I told you, I wouldn’t refuse girls if they want it too.”
“S-Sure,” you nod, sounding slight bitter as you want to scream at him that he kept trying to seduce you into this, but you know better to keep your mouth shut as you’re reminding how you just came all over his fingers a few minutes ago “then, we’re good right?” you ask with a hopeful smile
“Y-Yeah, I guess,” he nods, stepping back and lowering his eyes as if he’s still trying to digest everything “we’re good.” he turns around to unlock the door when you quickly hold his arm and he looks back at you
“Jeon, can you promise me something?” you ask looking at him
“S-Sure, what is it?” he asks, looking at you with patient eyes
“Can we keep this whole thing a secret?” you ask, feeling your dignity and your shattering “I just don’t want anyone to know-“ your pause continuing the sentence in your head, I just don’t want anyone to know how much of an idiot I am to hook up with the Hanguk’s famous fuckboy, thinking he might be serious about me.
“Of course,” he scoffs, eyes turning dark and disappointed as mutters “It wouldn’t do my reputation any good either,” he adds in a venomous tone, jaw clenching as he adds “That I hooked up with a girl like you.” He says the words in a careful and calculated manner as if he knows exactly how much those words are about to pierce through you.
Your hand falls from holding him and your cheeks start to warm up just like your eyes, the stinging hurt of his words overtaking your emotions and your body language. You cant even act non-chalant anymore so you just lower you gaze, hoping he doesn’t notice the way his words affect you.
You stay silent, waiting for him to leave the room but look up at him as you realise he’s just fixed on his footsteps, and has no intention to leave. To your surprise, he looks like a beaten puppy and for some reason, you feel as though his words may have hurt him more than it hurt you.
“Wear this,” he whispers as he guides his hoodie off his torso and throw it at you “Its cold.” He says without sparing a look at you, as he bends down to pick Jimin’s jersey.
You watch as he turns on his heels and walk out, before shoving the piece of cloth with Jimin’s name in the bin and leaving the locker room. You stare blankly at the door he just leaves through before bringing your eyes to his hoodie, feeling the warm sensation of tears freely rolling down your cheek.
| Aubade | n.| au•bade | meaning: a poem or piece of music appropriate to the dawn or early morning. |
⤷Genre:romance; fluff; light angst; husband!jungkook x wife!reader.
⤷Warnings:themes of fear; insecurity.
Jungkook had a way with effortlessly stealing words directly from your mouth.
It was almost facile to your love as he bound you within a stunned silence and left you gaping at his every soft act of love, whether it was a mere kiss stolen before his elders or a plethora of romantic whispers trickling into your ears.
He burned your flesh with an addictive warmth and made you gasp into his affections, reducing you to a stuttering and feeble mess in all he did.
But none of these things mentioned could compare once the disheveled curls and sleepy irises of your lover peeked into the warmth you found in his blankets, his eagerness to have your undivided attention fluttered your heart before the sun had even kissed the sky.
Your sleepy hums and whispers of love that were always promised to escape your lips when you first awakened were taken from your throat once his slender fingers delicately slipped the other half of his ear buds into the hollow of your ear.
“I need you to hear this, love.” He whispered his needs as his only explanation for his excitement that almost trembled his every limb.
Your lips parted in a silent question of what he had meant, but the words melted upon your tongue the moment the rich tones of your love’s voice spilled over your senses as he delicately crooned of the words of love to fill your heart.
Your sleepy mind was suddenly serenaded by every soft note or poetic lyric as his honeyed voice dripped into your senses, to capture your heart with the words of love he confessed your relationship had inspired, you were astounded.
The alluring crescendo kissed your cheeks with the warmth only your lover could elicit, as the crest stirred the butterflies of your stomach in the early hour of blurred vision and sleepy love’s.
The devoted symphony toyed with your heart and dizzied your head within Jungkooks arms until the charming music melted into the cathartic sounds of your love’s even breaths that grew shorter in anticipation of your reaction, and his eyes shyly met yours.
“So, what do you think?” His head fell to the side, curious of your thoughts when not a word dared to pierce your silence.
Your love’s molten eyes stared into yours, so soft and warm as he patiently awaited your answer to his question, the twinkle of hope for your approval within him ensnaring your heart.
The string of the ear buds he shared with you tightly connected your bodies, forcing you to share the little space that waned with every inching closer of his body as his creation overwhelmed you with emotions.
His slender fingers nervously toyed with the warm skin of his hands that you wished to hold so closely, but the stunned silence his soft voice entranced you with kept you locked in your place before him, wrapped in his heart just as well as his sheets.
He was so much like a small puppy as he timidly stared into your eyes, his unkempt hair almost begging to have your fingers threaded through the silken locks as it fell into his gaze.
It was only once you realized you had only stared at him through the tears that gathered behind your lashes rather than answer his request for criticisms did he pour the contents of his heart to you.
“I was just thinking so much of you and how much I love you, a-and the words just poured out-”
The nervousness of revealing the raw depths of his love for you poured his thoughts into you as his hand instinctively reached for yours in search of comfort and tranquility.
His dark eyes squeezed shut until his button nose wrinkled with the force he applied and a soft sigh suffocated each of his flustered ramblings and his hand found it’s place, covering your own.
“I just couldn’t get you out of my head.”
He confessed at last, cautiously revealing his starry eyes once more, fearing your rejection of his particular display of his love for you.
But once he felt the familiar weight of your arms wrap around his shoulders as your body pushed him into the plush pillows that waited to hold your entangled bodies, his stomach twisted with affection, because though he doubted himself, he knew deep in his heart that he was safe in your hands once he stared up into your eyes.
However the gentle caresses of his fingers burned the flesh of your thigh, and his heavy stare suffocated every word that formed upon the back of your tongue, yet your lips parted with confidence.
For the very first time in your relationship, you gathered the words he took from your mouth with his soft love, and you returned his displays of love whilst you whispered into the curve of his ear.
“Jungkook, I didn’t think I could physically hold anymore love for you, but-” your words collided with the kisses you fluttered over the line of his jaw and pooled between your tightly wound forms until you tenderly pressed your mouth to his to whisper into the parting of his lips. “I was so very wrong.”
He tenderly peered up at you through unkempt locks and his fingers dug into your soft flesh as he merely gaped at you, simply enamoured by the passion that held him so dearly.
“I meant every word in that song, (Y/n),” he confessed in the intimate moment you found yourselves wrapped within, his fingers reached into the empty spaces of your own, “you make me whole.”
Your heart warmed at his confession of love that came as naturally as oxygen to his lungs, and you fell for him even more as he raised himself beneath you just enough to meet your lips again, after craving the taste for so long.
And with yet another kiss stolen in the first morning light, Jungkook stole your words once again to leave you gasping in his love, to forever promise to leave you speechless with his heart’s devotion.
⤷Genre:romance; fluff; idiots to lovers; college au; oblivious!roommate!jungkook x female!reader.
⤷Warnings:themes of fear; brief mention of nausea; dizziness; pining.
Jungkook was oblivious, almost painfully so.
He was excruciatingly blind to the fond words of every sticky note you placed to his mirror wishing him a wonderful day,
And his ears were torturously deaf to the sweet whispers you murmured into each cuddle session you held at his place that he most likely shouldn’t have overheard.
The flutter of his heart that alighted his chest at the mere trace of your fragrance was overlooked as no more than excitement for your next adventure, and the rosy hue that spread over his cheeks with every kiss you pressed to them was assumed to be a faulty heater.
Even the gentle reveries of kissing your lips or the wonders of how your hair felt around his finger was written off as a mere phase.
Because everyone falls a little in love with their best friend at least once, right?
All of this being why Jungkook gave no second thoughts to your eager persistence to make a filling breakfast together before you classes started, as a team, as friends, rather than allowing him to sneak to the nearest bakery and snag a breakfast burrito that was almost too much to stomach this early in the morning.
Because you shared a home, definitely not because you cared for him.
It was simply routine for him to stare at your features from afar as the warm, morning light accentuated the shape of your face, as you carried out whatever your mind was set to, seemingly unbothered by his blatant admiration, that is until your voice broke him from his focus.
“I love spending time with you, Koo.”
His eyes ascended from the comically large mitts that covered your hands to peer into your own that were already awaiting his.
“I wouldn’t mind spending every morning with you.” His pulse quickened once more at your words but the fact was discarded in the very same breath he took in to answer.
“That’s what friends are for, I’d love to share my mornings with you too.”
He smiled innocently before it quickly faded once he witnessed how the corners of your lips fell, though he remained ignorant of the cause of your change.
Despite your valiant attempt to break through Jungkook’s friendzone to atleast make your feelings known, your lingering glances that remained upon his for a second too long was accepted as nothing significant, just as your hesitance to release his fingers from your grasp as you guided his hands around the whisk was no more than apricity.
Every blantant hint you dropped went unnoticed until you all but shouted to the whole campus of your love. His oblivion of today growing even more tiring than the years you practically confessed to him daily with no response.
Your thoughts of the future dizzied your head until merely thinking of bearing another day by his side without knowing if he returned your love in full physically hurt as you bothed danced around the other in the kitchen.
But you decided you had nothing else but to take matters into your own hands.
So once the familiar heat of his presence stood behind you, you turned upon your heel to effortlessly exchange your positions, his hip pressing into the corner of the counter with every step you took closer.
But just as your eyes locked upon his, they strayed over his features that always tugged your attention back to him, no matter where you found yourself, and your heart faltered in your plan, his perfection drowning your confidence.
Jungkook was the epitome of what humanity wished to be, he was what artists strived in vain to capture, from his dark lashes and his pretty lips to the barely noticeable freckle just below them. He was perfect in your eyes.
“I have something to tell you.”
The words breathlessly spilled into the air between your tightly pressed bodies, as if a cherished secret only ever to be heard by the one who captured your heart.
Your heart slammed against your chest and into his own, but you didn’t have a care in the world, you needed this release.
You drew in a deep breath in one last desperate attempt to settle your nerves and soothe the butterflies he placed within your stomach, before it all spilled out.
“Jungkook, I love you.”
The words slipped past your lips, never to be taken back again now they pierced the air and met his ears. Silence fell over you both as niether dared to answer nor follow up with the weighted confession.
You stared up into his blank expression with the wonders you harbored for more than two decades, still awaiting an answer that manifested itself as a mere furrow of his brows.
You nibbled lightly on the insides of your cheeks as your mind returned to the negatives of your confession, as you waited for the painful sting of rejection or a nervous laugh that churned your stomach.
His lips parted to speak and you winced in anticipation of his next words, but a scoff never came- but rather something you should have predicted.
“Like, more than a friend or?”
Your eyes rounded into spheres as you stared up into his sincere expression, dumbfounded by your clueless love, your eyelid twitching slightly.
He was still so lost with his feelings for his childhood friend, he never wanted to ruin what he did have with you, all for a kiss or the title of a boyfriend, only to lose you in the end. Until you showed him.
You reached to gently dip your fingers into the flawless canvas of his features to cup his cheek within your hands as you rose to the tips of your toes to gently graze his inviting lips with yours.
You could hear your pulse within your ears whilst your fingertips tingled as you kissed your best friend, as a potential lover, that waited for his response.
“I like you a lot more than a friend, dummy.” You whispered, pulling back just a bit to simply admire him once more, just in case he would never be yours to adore again.
Your eyes fell to his lips that were much warmer and sweeter than you expected, even in the fleeting taste you had, to witness your favorite bunny smile of his grace the dewy flesh.
His strong arms which you cuddled into so many nights and ran to for comfort in every drizzly day wrapped around your waist and pulled you into his chest, without an inch of space separating you.
“I like you too.” He confessed at last, and your eyes nearly spilled over with tears, he was finally yours.
His lips met yours as the tip of his nose grazed your cheek with every sweeping of his tongue, and your breath lathed over his skin to elicit goosebumps.
Your fingers reached to thread through the tousled strands of his hair as your bodies pleaded to come closer, as it just felt right.
And once the timer of the oven startled you within his arms and you both parted, breathless with a smile upon your lips, you only hoped Jungkook caught the hint, you liked him much more than a friend.
Jungkook was used to getting what he wanted. He was handsome, disgustingly so, and he knew how to flirt his way in (and out of) danger. He lived for and with his brothers. He didn’t know anything but his found family. Still, happening upon you was one of the best decisions he ever made.
Now… How to make you realize that your life was missing him as much as his had been missing you.
(angst/yandere / smut / gore / fluff)
Masterlist / i don’t have a tag list / find me on twitter / word count: 4.0k
author’s note: yn’s not going down without a fight tho, is she?
Chapter 8 ‘Mission’
When you wake up, you are stunned to realize that you had actually been able to fall asleep under the circumstances. Usually, you would have been too uncomfortable to truly relax, but here you were, slobbering all over their expensive-looking couch.
It wasn’t dark outside by any means but it was significantly later than you had expected it to be.
The sun was high in the sky hidden behind the film of heavy clouds, so you presume it to be around early afternoon. The world below you was alive and bustling, despite the gray and drab weather and, humorlessly, you realize that it seems to match your mood perfectly.
Your skin feels heavy from where it had been pressed heavily into the soft sofa and as you lift your head fully, you can sense that you aren’t alone. Pressing into the grooves of your skin, you slowly turn your head toward the source of the soft sound of turning pages.
It wasn’t Jungkook, thankfully.
Jimin glances over the head of his comic book and says, “Don’t mind me.”
Unconsciously, tension leaves your body.
Jimin, objectively, wasn’t any better than Jungkook to have around - both of them being your captors - but something about waking up to see Jungkook’s metaphorical wagging tail and puppy dog eyes would have set you off something fierce.
Your nerves are shot, trembling lightly where they fist the material pooling at your stomach, and you glare at the other man, annoyed by the nerve of his sunshine-like expression.
“I wasn’t going to,” you grumble, voice croaky and thick with sleep. You clear your throat and sit up, feeling the urge to relieve yourself. Begrudgingly, you ask, “Where’s the bathroom?”
Jimin looks up and asks, voice filled with sarcasm, “You aren’t going to try and climb out the window, right?”
You glare at him but he simply shrugs. Jimin explains, “I got put on YN-watch tonight, so I have to make sure you aren’t left alone. At all. Jungkook would kill me.”
You say, barely able to hide your pout, “This is insane, you know that right?”
Jimin nods in agreement. He explains, easily, “Sure. It’s also incredibly illegal. But that’s never stopped us before.”
You scoff, lip curling in annoyance, “Right. I shouldn’t expect decency from people like you.”
He laughs, loud and sudden, like the sound was shocked out of him. “Decency? Says the person who held a gun on me and threatened to cut my eyes out.”
“I wasn’t actually gonna do it,” you retort, dismissively. Jimin pins you with a look and you huff, “Okay. But, I didn’t do it. That’s the important part. Plus, you had assaulted me first. I was just protecting myself.”
Jimin gives you a dry look, not even the slight bit amused by your excuses. The pink-haired man gracefully moves to his feet, tossing the comic back onto the table with a couple others from the same series, and he says, shoving his hands into his pockets, “Come on. I made lunch. You can shower, get changed then eat.”
He leads you out of the library and through the ornately-decorated apartment, too quickly for you to be able to take note of much besides the fancy decor and messy living room. Jimin walks to a room and pushes open the door. The first thing you notice is an expensive-looking drum-set in the corner of the room, a pair of overhead earphones sat on the stool and a worn pair of drumsticks are on the computer desk.
Three of the four walls are dark, charcoal black wallpaper with a slightly raised design that you wanted to trail your fingers across. One main wall is ivory white, with a huge bed pushed into the corner, low with many soft white pillows piled at the head of the bed. The room is smaller than you expected but it seems designed that way, as if comfort and coziness was the aim instead of grand expressions of luxury.
You say, eyes sweeping around the area, “This is Jungkook’s room, isn’t it?”
You miss the bemused expressions that passes over Jimin’s face. He hums. “Yeah, it is.”
The floor is coated in dark gray carpet, soft but it feels reinforced under your feet. You suspect there’s a couple of layers of carpet to insulate the room. Two paintings are reclined against the white wall, and they don’t seem to be designer, but they could be hung in an art gallery somewhere. They fit the soft dark aesthetic of the room and you want to take a closer look but Jimin pushes open a door you hadn’t seen when you first entered.
“Jungkook won’t mind if you use anything of his,” he comments. He opens up a drawer and hands you a towel. It’s soft and it smells good, even when you hold it at a distance. One thing you have noticed about being in Jungkook’s space was that the freak was tidy - anally so. Contrary to the rest of the apartment that had dots of mess, clothes draped over furniture and dishes in the sink, showing it to be lived in, his personal space was pristine. You almost didn’t want to touch anything, in case you knocked it out of its perfect harmony with the rest of the room. “Wear something of his, a sweater or something.”
“I don’t want to,” you grumble. “Give me something of yours.”
He snorts. “You see this?” He points to his black eye. “I got this for just mentioning you. I refuse to lose a tooth because he sees you in something of mine instead of his.” Jimin lets out a small chuckle at the gentle shock on your face. “It’s that or you walk around naked.”
“I’m tempted to take you up on that but I’d rather die than give you the satisfaction of seeing my perfect tits in real time,” you snark. You roll your eyes but bring the towel closer to your chest. “Go.”
Jimin smirks but disappears out the way you both came.
With the sound of the door closing behind him, you feel the strong wall you had built up inside of you collapse for a moment before your frown deepens. You slump against the doorframe leading to the bathroom and close your eyes, holding the towel tight to your chest.
You have to figure out how to get out of here, and fast. You have to figure something out before Jungkook gets back.
Jimin is on edge around you. He won’t turn his back to you. He was probably told to keep you in his line of sight every second. It’s a fortune he left you alone to wash your ass, but perhaps the risk of actually seeing a pair of breasts had the pink-haired maniac running for the hills. He didn’t seem averse to women, but then again, you weren’t one to judge, having found yourself twisted in the sheets with every flavor of the human-rainbow - some of them, more than once.
You walk into the bathroom and struggle with the knob of the shower. It comes out powerfully, and takes mere seconds to warm up. It was enticing, the urge to wash the last couple of days off. You have to be careful of your hand, the burn tingles a little but it doesn’t hurt - not enough to take any medication, at least. You stare at yourself in the mirror, watching your reflection slowly becomes absorbed by the steam filling the room. You wipe a hand across the surface of the glass, so you can see your own face, before you hang your head in surrender.
You had come to a wretched conclusion during these few moments of blessed freedom.
For now, you would have to play their game.
And that meant doing as they wanted, no matter how frustrated it made you feel.
You shower, taking care of your wrapped wrist, and dress in a pair of boxers fresh out the packet and a huge sweater. You practically drowned in the material, having to roll the sleeves up three times before you could see your own hands. Jungkook had a huge collection of socks and you grabbed the funniest looking pair you could find - yellow and green spots with a cartoon frog stitched on either side. You looked stupid, but it was better than nothing. And his clothes smelled divine.
Once you are done, you toss the towel in the dirty basket in the corner of the room and open the door, walking out into the hallway. Only to trip over Jimin’s body sat distractedly in front of the door and fall straight to the floor in a crumpled heap in his lap. The two of you look at each other for a beat, strangely close, before he shoves you off, sending you rolling.
“Holy shit,” Jimin gasps. “You’re fucking heavy.”
He swats at the invisible dirt on his shoulders and straighten out his pants as he moves to his feet. “You sure took your time.”
You roll your eyes and get up by yourself. What a dick. “Whatever. You said you made lunch. I’m hungry.”
He stares at you for a long moment before he glances away. “Follow me.”
Jimin leads you into the living room and nods to the comfy looking couch. “Sit.”
“I’m not a dog,” you snap but do as you were told.
He snorts and yells from where he had disappeared into the kitchen, “Dogs follow commands much better than you do.”
You bite down on the urge to bark back at him. Instead, you pull your legs up to your chest and glare at the huge TV across from you. The screen was showing a preview for a new romance drama that you had heard about but you had no intention of watching.
Love stories rarely moved you in a positive way. Instead, they filled you with a strange cloying sensation, like being stuck in a hot, sweaty room with barely a sliver of wind. You search for the sweet relief that the wind should give you, but the feeling of overbearing heat persists. In fact, it only gets worse the more you move around. So, you try succumbing to the temperature, but that only makes you feel pathetic.
Looking or not looking at love in motion - either way, you felt suffocated.
Jimin returns and drops down beside you. He nudges your legs so you make space on your lap for the plate in his hands. He says, “I hope you don’t have any allergies.”
You roll your eyes. “It would be a little late if I did.”
He pauses for a moment before he laughs, a little meanly. “You’re right. Eat up.”
He had made dakgangjeongwith a side of yellow rice. It smells fragrant and your stomach gurgles in hunger.
Jimin had already started chowing down but when he notices you hadn’t begun eating, he tosses you a scathing look. “What? It’s not fancy enough for you or something, Princess?”
You roll your eyes. “You gave me a plastic spoon.”
He scoffs. “Should I have given you a pair of chopsticks so you can jab the end into my eye and make a run for it? Not likely. Figure it out.”
You struggle a little with the food, getting the sweet-and-spicy chunks of boneless chicken and rice into your mouth, much to Jimin’s amusement. He lets out odd snorts when bits of meat misses your mouth and falls back into the bowl or into your lap, much to your annoyance. You jab him in his side with your elbow, only one time, sharp and purposeful, and he lets out a gasp of air.
“Fuck, YN,” he whines, rubbing at the sore spot. “What are you, made of metal?”
“Only 69%,” you retort, rolling your eyes. You ask, “Can we change the channel? All this love shit is giving me the creeps.”
Jimin looks your way before he nods. “I don’t like romance stuff either.”
“Why? You had no problem being all lovey-dovey with misery-guts earlier,” you retort. “I thought you’d eat this love crap up.”
“You mean Tae?” Jimin laughs, but the sound is strained. “Nah, that’s just… I don’t know, it’s just that we aren’t together-together.”
You rear your head back for a moment, running each incident of stomach-turning PDA you had witnessed in the very few interactions you had with both men, and you can’t stop yourself from asking, shock evident on your face, “What the fuck does that mean?”
Jimin shrugs, running his tongue across his teeth a few times, contemplative, before he explains, “What Tae and I are can’t really be explained with words. He’s my person, you know? My soulmate. I look at him and I see everything.”
“You love him… But you aren’t ‘together-together’?”
Jimin nods, as if it explained everything.
“Why?”
“Our lifestyle isn’t really conventional,” he explains, a touch shyly. It didn’t suit the other man, who you had only ever viewed as sarcastic and cocky. He seems… soft. “Kookie, Tae and I are… fated. Right now, Tae and I have to stay as we are.”
You take a moment. “Isn’t that painful?”
Jimin looks at you, eyes a fraction wider in surprise. “A bit.”
“You’re being frighteningly honest,” you mutter. “Just date him. What the fuck could go wrong?”
Jimin bites his bottom lip. “There’s a lot we have to do before Tae and I can take that step. We… We just can’t.”
He’s being intentionally vague but you don’t feel like it’s your place to pry. You have your secrets, secrets that you would prefer to take to your grave if given the chance, so you shut your mouth and turn your eyes to the screen, leaving the pink-haired man alone to his rapidly-darkening thoughts.
Some time later
Jimin actually doesn’t leave your side for the whole afternoon. He walks you to the bathroom, to the living room, to the kitchen when you want a glass of water. It feels like you had grown a tumor overnight. If tumors made stupid comments, read comics at a snail’s pace or listened to female rap music a touch too loudly in its headphones.
You don’t even try to escape. The few times you were able to walk past the front door, with Jimin’s grip tight on the inside of your elbow, you noticed the lock there. It was a touchpad lock that required a passcode to leave as well as one to enter. You presumed both were different, but even if they had been the same, you hadn’t gotten a look at the password when you first got brought here because of Jungkook’s looming presence and Taehyung’s unnecessarily broad back.
Moments of absolute frustration flash through you during the few hours you spend lonely but not alone.
You feel bouts of sickening anxiety standing in the long hallway, seeing echoes of memories in the portraits and photographs lining the walls. Happiness is etched onto the faces of your three captors, making the trio seem friendly, approachable - kind, even. But, Jimin poking his head over your shoulder and giving you the backstory of each picture is enough to remind you of your involuntary incarceration and you are brought right back to the realization that these men are capable of more than you can even comprehend.
Barbs of nausea spike through your chest whenever you see a bird pass in front of the high windows, free in a way that you had taken for granted. It brings to mind your history, the one that you have tried so valiantly to forget, to escape, to out-run. The clawed hands of the ghosts of your past reaching out from behind a ragged and beaten door, one that is barely holding onto its hinges. One day, those same hinges were doing to blow apart and crumble into dust before your very eyes. But for now, you can keep those memories at bay and that’s enough.
It has to be enough.
You try to escape to the bathroom whenever this would happen to throw up, closing the door behind you while Jimin waited in the bedroom, pretending to be ignorant of the sickly pallor of your skin and the shallowness of your breathing. The bile in your throat tasted too familiar, waves of sickness crashing over you until you are left shivering. Jimin gives you a cup of green tea after, wordlessly. You don’t want to think of the pity that passes through his eyes that you caught sight of the one time you looked him in the eye.
Jimin texted a lot too. You didn’t have to ask who he was talking to.
Jungkook.
He comes back just before it gets dark.
The sky is cloudy, it had started to rain, and you had made a home in the armchair in front of the window, acceptance finally having settled like a blanket around your shoulders. You hadn’t moved for about an hour, staring listlessly out of the window, watching the people go about their lives.
The sound of the passcode being tapped in followed simultaneously by the scratching of paws catches your attention and Jimin perks up from where he is laying on his back, watching the flame flicker enticingly from the mouth of the intricately-designed lighter in his hand. He seemed to be enthralled by the flame, almost as if he were consumed by it.
“Bam!”
He hops up and opens his arms, only to be attacked by a huge, black dog.
The dog excitedly hops around Jimin, sniffing him all over, tail wagging in happiness. Jimin scrunches the dog’s face, giving him kisses all over the crown of his head, and he giggles.
He looks up from where he is patting Bam’s huge head and he says, “You got him back?”
Taehyung kicks off his shoes and walks into the room, grabbing Bam’s collar and tugging him gently to the kitchen.
“He wanted to come home,” he replies, simply. He doesn’t even acknowledge your presence in the house, and while it didn’t piss you off because you wanted to talk to him, you still felt uncomfortable with the ease in which he dismisses you. It isn’t like you wanted to be here either!
Jungkook walks in behind Taehyung, quietly. He shoves his hands in his pockets, his mask still covering the bottom half of his face. He approaches you slowly, and your pulse increases with each step he takes. His eyes are a little wide, as if he were wrestling with a caged animal.
He drops to one of his knees in front of you and says, resting his mask on his chin, “YN… Did you have a good day?”
Jungkook gives you a small smile, gentle, and he reaches for your hand but at the last moment, thinks better of it, dropping his hand and letting it awkwardly rest in his lap.
You stare down at him. “What kind of a day do you think I had, genius?”
His hopeful expression shutters into something guarded. “S-Sorry. I just- I thought staying out would make you feel a bit more… relaxed. It might let you get used to… used to being here without… I don’t know, without feeling suffocated.”
“You thought wrong.”
He flinches. “YN…”
“If you thought you being away would’ve made me feel even an iota better, you would have never come back,” you snarl before shooting to your feet. “Jimin, I’m going to the bathroom.”
Jungkook grabs your wrist, loosely, and says, eyes watery, “YN, I’m trying-”
“Trying to what?” You snap. “Trying to piss me off?”
He sniffles, staring at the floor. “I’m… I’m sorry.”
You slap his hand away and stomp off toward the bedroom, feeling rather than seeing Jimin awkwardly trail behind you. Taehyung and Jimin share a long look, the younger of the two tossing a hard look in your direction that promised retribution of you kept up these brattish antics.
Taehyung got it - he really did.
But Jungkook was like a big kid, and you were breaking his soft heart.
Taehyung watches as Jungkook pulls a small bouquet from his backpack and feels his chest tighten up. He had hidden them there just in case Bam had gotten too excited in the car and crushed them with his tendency to jump on Jungkook’s chest.
The youngest wordlessly hands the pale pink flowers to Taehyung and walks into the kitchen. He swipes at his nose with his sleeve, pulling out a bottle of something clear from the refrigerator, and pops the cap.
“Kookie…”
“Stop, hyung,” he says, after taking a long gulp. His voice sounds like it has been cut with a thousands shards of glass. “It doesn’t matter. Give it to Jimin. You know he likes the color pink.”
Jungkook spends some time sitting on the balcony, right under the jutted out roof, trying like hell to ignore what he knew was going on inside. He contemplates every decision that lead him to the situation he has found himself in - maybe he shouldn’t have ever walked into the library in the first place. Maybe then he wouldn’t know how painful it was to watch your beautiful eyes fill with such a degree of disdain.
Once it started getting too cold, the rain soaking his hoodie and making him shiver, he comes inside. He pulls the hoodie off, tossing it into the corner, leaving a trail of clothes behind him as he walks back to his room. YN is curled in the corner of the room, sleeping. You ignored the bed, choosing instead to wrap yourself up in his bedsheets and hide yourself away in the corner. Your hair is poking out from a small hole in the bundle of sheets and the steady rise and fall tells him that you are sleeping.
He showers quickly, leaving the door cracked slightly open because his anxiety wouldn’t let him leave you with an option to leave without him knowing.
Jungkook couldn’t even tell you how pretty you looked, you didn’t give him a chance.
He had run through the conversation a thousand times in the car with Taehyung. What to say to charm you, to compliment you on your smile and your eyes, how not to look at you for too long in case it made you uncomfortable, but somehow within seconds he had ruined it with his stupid mouth and lingering gaze.
A fresh wave of tears silently fall from his eyes, already puffy and sore from all the rubbing. He tries to stop himself from making noise by biting down on his bottom lip and shoving his knuckles into his mouth like he used to when he was a kid to keep the frustrated cries from escaping, but it doesn’t work.
He keeps crying.
And it comes from the core of him. The knowledge that he might never see the corners of your eyes crinkling in that same warm way he remembers from the library. He doesn’t care if it was a composition of all your best parts that you left on display, hiding the shadows of your personality behind a brick wall. He feels robbed of the experience of you.
He’s angry and frustrated and in pain, and it just doesn’t end.
Jungkook tries to ground himself in the moment. He traces his favorite tattoos, he counts to a hundred five times over just to keep himself from screaming and disturbing your slumber. He counts his breaths and snaps bands on his wrist so he doesn’t think about worse things like the molly he stashed in his drawer or the way it makes him feel.
Maybe if you woke up to find him near dead, it might make you feel something other than hatred for him.
The both of you lay on the floor that night, with Jungkook laying on his side in front of the bedroom door and you curled in a protective ball in the corner.
It wouldn’t be possible for you to leave without stepping over his body and he was a light sleeper, even without the anxiety coursing through his veins. Still, he doesn’t get a wink of rest that entire night, every time he thinks he can relax enough to actually drift off, his body jerks and he’s back to being hyper-alert again.
Jungkook counts his fingers, he taps out rhythms on his upper-thighs, he paces quietly, peeking at you every once in a while to make sure you were still breathing - some hideous part of him worrying that you might try to escape him in death.
He would follow you, you know. He knows he would.
He even brings Bam into the room so the dog can sleep on his legs, knowing that he has always found solace in Jungkook since he was a puppy.
He pats his dog’s head and hums out the bare bones of a song that is forming in his head, the melancholy and anguish that has built up in his spine finally easing as his fingers tap out a perfect rhythm on his toned thighs, wishing, instead, that he could be laying beside you, holding you tightly instead of simply watching you, obsessively, from across the room.
