#jungkook reaction

Somnophilia

BTS scenario/reaction - Sex/Sexual acts while one is asleep

Warning: blowjobs, sex with the unconscious, consensual sex, female oral, fingering.

Smut under the cut

Namjoon

• It was clear you had tried to wait for him but they’d been delayed
• You’d fallen asleep in sexy lingerie
• A book by your side and reading glasses askew on your face
• Mouth ajar with a little drool
• You still looked undeniably sexy all dressed up or rather down for him
• He placed your book to the side careful to keep your page
• He slipped the glasses away desperate not to wake you before having a little fun
• You had had an agreement for a long time that he could touch you however and whenever he liked provided there was no safe word used.
• He turned you gently onto your back and spread your legs wide enough for him to lie in between
• He slides your panties out of the way and flattens his tongue against your folds
• You start to stir as he sucks on your clit and pumps one finger into you
• “Hi Jagi, sorry I’m late.”
• You don’t get a chance to respond before he is diving back in to make you moan for him

Seokjin

• The clingiest man when he comes back from tour
• Wants to do everything with you and for you
• Cockwarming was something you did a lot during this time
• An extra layer of intimacy you could share
• Working from home, watching TV, playing video games
• However this is the first time you’ve tried whilst asleep
• Cuddly sleepers anyway it made sense
• Until you’re awoken by his thrusts
• Once you figured out what was actually happening you couldn’t help but be turned on
• Jin was still asleep
• Some wet dream being lived out in real time
• You roll so he is on his back
• Riding him through the dream and kissing his bare chest until he comes to
• He doesn’t open his eyes, but you know the moment he wakes as his thrusts go from shallow languid rolls to deep forceful jolts
• “What a wonderful way to wake up” he murmurs after finishing

Yoongi

• You worked out early on in the relationship the best way to wake Yoonig up and not have to deal with a grump was a blowjob
• He’d worked through the night again
• Fast asleep his mixing desk
• You squeeze yourself into the space underneath the table and unzipped his shorts
• It’s so routine now that you can free him without him so much as stirring
• You pump your hand along his hardening length before leaning in to kiss the tip
• His breathing hitched as you tongued his slit his eyes flickering at the sensation
• You could tell he was close to consciousness when he started to moan
• His hands laced into your hair just as you took the last inch down your throat
• “Good morning, Princess” his voice was still heavy with sleep
• The sound mixed with the way he was petting your hair made you moan around his cock
• Moments later he came undone deep down your throat.

Hoseok

• Hobi was awoken by all your wriggling
• At first he thought you were having a nightmare…
• Until you moaned his name
• He pulled back the covers to reveal your hand inside your pjs trying to provide some relief
• Being the wonderful caring boyfriend he is, he thought he should lend a hand
• He carefully removed your hand chuckling a little as you whimpered change your nose at the loss of friction
• He cuddled close nibbling your ear lobe as his hand replaces yours
• Your features straighten out again when he applies pressure to your clit
• He whispers dirty words in your ear to influence your dreams
• Dirty girl, so needy for me even in your dreams
• Gonna come for me without even knowing
• So wet for me
• You mumble back “For you.” And Hobi has to check that you’re still asleep
• You are
• He gets more daring leaving his thumb on your clit and sliding his index finger through your folds dipping it inside
• He thrusts the digit shallowly
• Enjoying the little ‘o’ your mouth forms when he plays with a second finger
• Every noise you make his music to his ears
• He keeps his eyes on your face
• Adding a third finger inside and curling each one as you stretch
• The only change in you is the pleasure on your face
• You cum in your sleep and Hobi isn’t sure he has ever seen anything sexier
• He pulls his hand away and licks it clean taking note of how heavy a sleeper you are

Jimin

• You awaken from your nap very disorientated feeling the heat pulling in the pit of your stomach and hands kneading your spread thighs
• You can’t help the scream you release when you see the dark head of hair between your legs Jimin’s face peaks up smirking at you, lips covered in your cum
• “Fucking hell Chim! You scared the fuck outta me” You half heartedly smack the side of his head
• He was blonde when he left this morning
• “Sorry baby. I’ll make it up to you.” He winks before reattaching his plump lips to your clit and sucking like his life depended on it
• Two fingers scissor inside you
• You’re not sure how long he’s been going at it but judging by the knot pulling in your stomach you wouldn’t need to go for much longer
• The orgasm shudders through you
• Thoroughly fucked out and oversensitive you hear the sound of a zipper
• “My turn” he chimes lining himself up and you groan loving the overstimulation so soon

Taehyung

• He woke so needy and desperate
• In his half-asleep state he does the only logical thing
• He put his leg across your sleeping body and starts using you for relief
• You wake up when it starts to feel like you’re on a boat
• You are unsurprised to find Tae with lidded eyes rolling his hips against your leg impatiently waiting for you to wake up
• He has a way of asking for what he wants with actions and not words
• You roll your eyes as he nudges into your arm
• His boxy smile lights up his face when you agree
• You rollover pressing your bum into him having forgone panties in favour of a long T shirt
• He fingers you slowly for a while the motion relaxing enough to lull you back into a shallow sleep
• Once he’s satisfied with your stretch, he hooks your leg over the top of him and lines himself up to you and rocks gently, finally content

Jungkook

• It starts as a drunken bet between friends with benefits
• “I bet I could make you cum in my sleep” he sounds so cocky
• “But wouldn’t I be doing all the work? That would make you a glorified sex toy Hun.”
• “OK, I bet I could make you cum in your sleep then”
• “Without me waking up?.. You’re on”
• Weeks go by and you forget but he doesn’t, plotting his time
• You’d fallen asleep on his sofa after movie night and everyone else had already gone home
• Through all the guys talking (and him accidentally hitting your head against the door frame when he moved you to bed)
• It was now or never
• He was careful removing your jeans scared to lose he hates losing
• He starts tentatively rubbing your clit and watching your face for every reaction
• The longer it goes on the braver he gets
• Pinching your clit
• Watching his index finger into you and feeling for the spot he knows drives you crazy
• Your eyes flutter but you stay asleep
• Finally he peels his gaze from your face to the matter hand
• Just seeing how what you are for him gets him ridiculously wound up
• All caution thrown to the wind as the blood from his brain go southbound
• He slotted himself between your legs
• Lapping hungrily at the juices
• Diving his tongue in when he needed more
• He ground himself against the bed seeking friction
• Two fingers in
• Sucking desperately at your clit
• He felt you start to tense, a sign you’re as close as he had managed to get himself
• He came in his pants as he felt you release on his face
• Panting for breath he was a little relieved that you haven’t seen how easily he’d come all over himself…
• Until you whispered
• “You lose”

Masterlist

Tomorrow - He is drunk and he loves you!

Over The Odds | The Argument 

Pairing - jungkook x reader

Genre - angst, smut, fluff, S2L, ceo!jungkook, sugardaddy!jungkook

Word count - 1.4k

Drabble 10 - The last time you saw Jungkook

warnings: angsty, swearing, mentions of sex

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Three Weeks Ago 

Jungkook stands in front of you in the open space of his dark lounge, you’re sitting on the sofa cross-legged and teary eyed as you both watch the news in horror. Toying with the hem of your white t shirt you can’t stop the cries from cascading down your cheek, the tape has been leaked to the public.

“Taehyung will fix this, he’ll get it deleted,” Jungkook nods as he reassures himself, eyes glued to the television, news reporters going into vivid details about your final night in Bora Bora - including an audio clip of the conversation that followed some of the most intimate moments of your life, “He’s the best attorney money can buy, I’m not just saying it because he’s my friend he’s going to fix this—”

“How could you do this to me?” You whisper, gaze finally meeting his.

“You thinkIdid this?” He’s hugely offended, his hooded eyes animatedly large and round, contrasting to his sharp set jaw, “You actually think I did this?” His voice is raised.

Standing from the sofa you frown, “Did you send the video to one of your friends? Is that it? Is that how this has happened?” You want to believe he’s not capable of something like this but all the evidence is against him – he filmed the video, on his camera, he was the only one with a copy. “Was it just something to send to your group chats? Is that what it was to you?”

“That video was for me and you, nobody else—”

“Then how has this happened?! Explain to me why it’s all over the internet!” Your heart hammers inside your chest as you scream, thrashing your arms about as adrenaline courses your veins.

At this Jungkook pinches the bridge of his nose, trying to calm himself down, “I-, I don’t know.” He exhales, ridding himself of his grey hoodie before he throws it on the sofa, leaving him stood wearing a plain black t shirt.

“Bullshit.” You spit, “You’re the only one who had the video, you expect me to believe you didn’t have something to do this?”

“Why would I do something like this? Hm? Financial gain? Last time I checked I don’t need the money. So what other reason would I have to do this?”

“You tell me.” You scoff, shrugging as you wipe away your tears.

The realisation that you genuinely believe he’s the one to blame suddenly dawns on him, he’s shocked and insulted to say the least, “Y/N I didn’t fucking do this, why would I want anybody to see that video? I’m on it too.”

“Right,” You laugh, though there’s no humour in your tone, “Because this is going to end so badly for you. The only thing that’s going to happen to you is now everybody knows that you’ve got a big cock, guys are going to high-five you and congratulate—”

“Stop it.” Jungkook bites, “I didn’t leak the video.”

“You know what will happen to me?” You’re furious as you continue ranting, wiping your cheeks with shaky hands, “I’ll be known as the slut that billionaire playboy Jungkook fucked. I’m just another name in your little black book! The sugar baby that he spanked in a beach hut—”

“I said stop it!” His voice is louder, “You’re my girlfriend, I’m not going to let that happen.”

“It’s already happened!” You shriek, “I wasn’t your girlfriend in Bora Bora, the media already know what our situation was back then it’s all anybody’s been talking about for the past two days. It’s all over the fucking news Jungkook! The news!”

“You don’t think I know that?!” He growls, “You think this is easy for me? Knowing that people have watched that video?” He’s pacing the room now, fingers pushing his hair back in a hurry.

“Oh I’m so sorry that you’re having a hard time, it must be so difficult knowing that the whole world knows you’re good in bed!” You know you’re being irrational with him, you know it’s hard for him to digest the events of the past three days but you can’t bring yourself to look past the fact he’s the one who’s done this.

“Y/N.” He laughs unamused, shaking his head in disbelief, “Nobody feels worse about this than me.”

“What about me?” You’re quiet, “Do my feelings mean nothing to you?”

“Of course not! That’s not what I meant—”

“Then what did you mean Jungkook? You think that you’re worse off than me in this situation? Knowing that men have watched that thing and… I feel violated. I feel sick. I haven’t slept because I know that it’s spreading like wild fire, I can’t even get into my apartment building without the paparazzi asking me for more adult content.” You’re sobbing now, your breath shaky and shallow.

“You think I don’t feel violated?!” His voice is hoarse as he yells, staring down at you with a face of thunder, “Somebody has leaked a video of me having sex with my girlfriend, not some random girl I don’t care about - my girlfriend. I feel disgusted that people are watching that thing and ogling you without your consent. My fucking parents are devastated, I’m devastated, why don’t you understand that this is hard for me too?!”

“You really expect me to believe that you’re not responsible—”

“You know what? Yeah. I do expect my girlfriend to believe me when I say that I didn’t do this, and the fact you don’t says a lot about what you think of me.”

“Why else would you want to film us in the first place?” You can barely make out his face through your tears, he’s standing two feet away with an expression that can only be described as hurt. “Did you plan for this to happen?”

“Don’t,” He warns, refusing your questions, “In hind sight, it was a fucking stupid idea. If I could go back and change it trust me I would.” There’s a moment of tense silence before he opens his mouth to speak again, “Y/N this wasn’t me, I didn’t do this, I could never do something so… disgusting and inappropriate to you.”

“Disgusting and inappropriate…” You repeat, swallowing the lump in the back of your throat, “You mean like when you wanted to pay me for sex thirty minutes after meeting me?”

At this Jungkook stills entirely, it’s his turn to cry now – he stands in front of you with watery eyes, tucking his bottom lip between his teeth as though that will catch his emotions before they escape, “That’s enough.” 

There’s an uncomfortable silence, you’re rightfully upset and angry but even you know that was too far. You try to steady your breathing, toying with the idea of apologising before his words interrupt your thoughts.

“You really think I did it don’t you? That I leaked the video?”

No words are exchanged, instead you nod slowly and look away from his desperate profile, settling your gaze back to the television which is still reporting the story about you both. For obvious reasons the video can’t be aired on TV, so the news stations have settled for a screenshot of you laying beside each other in bed, his arm draped over your waist as he was about to confess his feelings for you, dazed and fucked-out beneath the sheets.

“But what I don’t understand is why…” Your voice is merely a whisper, “Why you would string me along for so long, just to publicly humiliate me break my heart.”

“If you genuinely believe I’m capable of this, you really don’t know anything about me.”

“No,” You grab your bag from the sofa and throw it over your shoulder, looking him dead in the eye for what you assume will be the last time, “I guess I don’t.”

“Y/N wait.”

You don’t look back.

Jungkook watches you leave his apartment with an aching heart, no sooner than you’re hidden behind the golden doors of the elevator he breaks down, sinking to the ground in floods of salty tears. Unbeknownst to him you too are bawling your eyes out as you exit the building, hiding your face from the dozen camera men that wait for you outside.

It’s over.

x

“You can’t stay mad at me forever Y/N,” Jungkook sighed as he continued to follow you around.

Your head shook back to Jungkook as you walked into the bedroom, hearing footsteps following behind you. You had lost count of how many times you had listened to him apologise, desperate to try and fix things after accidentally making a big hole for himself earlier in the day.

Just as you went to close the door behind you, Jungkook slid in through the door to join you in the room. “Jungkook, go away,” you tried to tell him, but his head shook, refusing to leave you alone without you at least hearing him out on things.

“Just give me two minutes,” he requested, watching you step back as soon as he stepped forward towards you. “I just need you to let me explain to you how sorry I am.”

Your head nodded, but before you listened to Jungkook, you excused yourself to the toilet for a couple of minutes. Jungkook sat down on the bed as you went into the bathroom, making sure to close the door behind you before opening up the cupboard door.

You looked past your toiletries that were on the shelf, reaching all the way to the back where your stick of lip balm was. As soon as you reached for it, your smile grew, walking across to the mirror with it as you took the lid off, making sure to apply a thick layer of balm to your lisp before returning to the bedroom, with the balm in your pocket.

“Can I talk now?” Jungkook asked you as soon as you appeared, patting the space beside him on the bed for you to sit down on. You kept your distance from Jungkook as he cleared his throat, glancing across at you. “You know how sorry I am, don’t you?”

“I don’t get why you had to be so mean to me Jungkook, it was so uncalled for.”

His head nodded in agreement with you, “I just wasn’t thinking, I took my frustrations out on you and that wasn’t fair. All you were trying to do was help me, and I threw it back in your face and made you feel like rubbish at the same time too.”

You continued to sit and listen as Jungkook explained himself, nodding your head as you paid close attention to him. If you were honest, you weren’t mad about him any longer, but you were enjoying listening to him grovel back across to you.

As soon as his two minutes were up, Jungkook stopped speaking, anxiously looking across to you. As the corners of your mouth turned up, he got a little bit more hopeful, edging slightly closer towards you, hoping that you had forgiven him.

He was still a little apprehensive as he stared across to meet your eyes. “Can we move on from this?” Jungkook asked you, finally allowing himself to relax when your head nodded in reply to him, wanting to do exactly the same.

“Why don’t you let me do something to prove to you how much I’ve forgiven you?” You offered, “why don’t I give you a kiss to let you know that all is forgotten?”

“A kiss? Well, I would definitely not say no to that.”

You shuffled yourself a little bit closer to Jungkook, “I hate when we argue like this, I wish that it would never happen between us.”

Just as Jungkook nodded in agreement, you leant forwards and pressed a kiss to his lips. Your smile was wide as you kissed Jungkook, quickly feeling his hands grab your shoulders and push you back, wiping his mouth with his hand.

“What the hell is that on your lips? Is this some sort of wind-up right now?”

Your laughter was loud as you watched Jungkook scrub at his mouth, desperate to get the taste of the balm away as soon as he possibly could. His eyes glared at you as you watched on, shaking your head at how dramatic he was.

“Do you not like it?” You teased, “it’s a new balm that I bought not too long ago. Take a look at it, you never know, you might be able to get used to it.”

As you brought the balm from your pocket, Jungkook took it from you and began to read through the label. His eyes narrowed as he read over what taste the balm was, noticing a picture of lemons on the very end of the wrapper too.

He threw the balm across the room as you continued to chuckle, grabbing your shoulders again and pinning you down on the bed. His expression was a picture as you stared up at Jungkook, knowing that you had drawn yourself level with him.

“What’s wrong? Is the balm not your cup of tea,” you innocently smiled, pretending to be clueless as to why Jungkook looked so disgruntled.

“You are one evil woman; do you know that?”

“I’m just getting a little bit of revenge,” you chimed, knowing that Jungkook couldn’t argue with you. “Just reminding you of how horrible I can be if you want to be horrible to me. I happen to quite like the taste of the lip balm anyway.”

“If I ever see you wearing that again then I might just disown you,” Jungkook promised you, “I’ve never tasted anything as gross in my entire life Y/N.”

His reaction had your sides hurting, you knew that Jungkook wouldn’t like it, but even he had managed to surprise you by just how much he disliked it, still liking his lips as the taste haunted him on the tip of his bottom lip.

“Will you be as mean to me next time?” You asked Jungkook, “or will you be nice now?”

His head shook at the smug smile that was on your face, “I’ll be nice, if it means that I won’t have to taste that stupid lip balm again. Where did you even get that from? I mean who decides to make lemon flavoured lip balm?”

“I’ve kept it well hidden, knowing that it would come in handy one day,” you informed him, “and it definitely did.”

His eyes rolled at how well you had managed to get back at him. “So, this is why you stropped off to the bedroom too? You didn’t need the toilet, did you? You just went into the bathroom to get your weapon of choice.”

Your head nodded as everything began to fall together for Jungkook, disappointed in himself more than anything else that he hadn’t noticed that you were up to something, too focused on trying to put things right and apologise to you.

“If I ever see that lip balm again, I’ll scream,” Jungkook assured you.

“It doesn’t even taste that bad.”

His eyes widened as you spoke, “I like most things Y/N, but that was absolutely grim. How are you laying there so comfortably knowing that you’ve got lemon lip balm on your lips? How are you not grossed out?”

Your shoulders shrugged in reply to him, “I think it tastes pretty sweet, mainly because it reminded you that I’m not someone to be messed with. Your face definitely made putting on lemon lip balm a worthwhile experience.”

“I’ve really got to be on my toes around you, what else have you got up your sleeve?” Jungkook enquired.

“That would be telling, wouldn’t it?”

“I can’t believe how mean you are.”

—

Masterlist

Your head snapped around as yet another slam of a table tennis racquet against the table made you jump, spinning around as Taehyung bounced around on one side of the table, with Jin confidently smirking at the other end of the table, managing to pick up yet another point despite Taehyung’s best efforts.

“I give up,” Taehyung huffed, placing his racquet down and stepping back from the table, “I swear you’ve got some sort of cheat up your sleeve that none of us know about.”

“What are you idiots up to?” You shouted across from where you sat down on the field, “are you guys really getting this competitive over a game of table tennis out of everything?”

“We’re not as your boyfriend is Y/N!”

The eyes of the figure beside you quickly widened, “hey, don’t bring me into this, I’m innocent.”

Your hand pushed against Jungkook’s arm gently as the boys quickly told you how he had been acting throughout the holiday when you hadn’t been looking. You knew exactly how competitive Jungkook could be, having been on the receiving end of many games that you played.

Instead of join in this game though, Jungkook was busy tickling the tummy of Bam who sat between the two of you. “If you wait until after dinner, I’ll give you another game Jin and beat your ass.”

“You wish that you could beat me.”

Your head shook as yet another back and forth between the two boys. Both were adamant that they could win given the chance, deciding that after dinner they would have the ultimate match to decide who really was the best at table tennis.

“Don’t go crying to Y/N when I beat you, she won’t be able to help you, Kook.”

“He’s not going to win,” Jungkook whispered into your ear as Jin walked away from you both, “there is no way that I’m letting him, and his stupid ego beat me at a game of table tennis.”

“You sound pretty confident,” you noted, poking gently against your arm, “I’m sure that Jin probably wants to defeat you and your competitive ego to you know.”

A sharp intake of breath came from Jungkook, “me? An ego, I just know that I’m better than him.”

Your head shook at how competitive Jungkook still was, “either way I’m sure that whichever one of you ends up winning this game will probably brag about it forever.”

Whilst most people started to get stuck in with preparing dinner soon after, with Bam following behind you too, Jungkook decided his time was better spent at the table tennis table. After pressing it up against the wall to bounce the ball off of, he rallied and rallied making sure that he was prepared for his match with Jin.

When you came and found him to let him know that dinner was ready, a sigh came from him, reluctantly placing the racket down and slumping behind you to the table.

“I was really getting into the swing of things there,” Jungkook proudly told you as he walked.

“I’m sure that Jin will be much stiffer competition than a wall though.”

Jungkook’s head shook as he threw his arm across your shoulders, walking to the two seats that were waiting for the two of you at the end of the table. Even as the two of you sat down, you could tell that Jungkook was glancing across at Jin, making sure that he was aware that Jungkook had been practicing.

As soon as the two of you sat down, Bam snuck underneath the table where the two of you were, looking between you both. With Yoongi placing the plates of food down at the table, Jungkook ran his hand over the top of Bam’s head, promising him that he’d be fed too once you had everything sorted for you and the boys.

It had been the same routine for you since the start of the trip, having joined halfway through their holiday, you slipped into their habits and followed exactly what they did, offering your help wherever you felt that you could slot in.

Throughout your meal, Jungkook’s legs bounced excitedly, making sure that he stayed agile in his seat. Several times you watched him swerve left and right or pretend that his chopsticks were a racquet and swing for his food.

In the end you could only laugh to yourself at how eager he was. “Can’t you just eat like everyone else does?” You asked him, watching him hit again against the side of his glass.

“I’ve got to get in the zone Y/N,” Jungkook explained to you, pressing his hands to his temples, “this is a big match in case you’ve forgotten.”

Your head shook back to Jungkook, knowing that Jin was watching the two of you. “You remember that Jin is your elder, right? Don’t you think that maybe you should let him win, I mean no one wants to lose to someone that’s younger than them, do they?”

Jungkook scoffed in reply to you, he didn’t care that Jin was his elder, all he cared about was winning. Throughout the trip he had managed to show off how good he was at so many things, and this was no exception for him too.

“I’ll win, for you,” Jungkook whispered across into your ear. “I kept telling you that I’d do something special on this trip, I’ll make that something special beating Jin at table tennis then we’ll get bragging rights over the rest of them for the rest of the trip.”

“You do remember that I’m leaving tomorrow, right?” You chuckled, “you might get bragging rights but I’m just going back home so you can enjoy your victory all by yourself here.”

“I still can’t believe you’re going,” Jungkook sighed with his expression dropping, “are you sure that there’s no way that you can convince your boss to give you some more time off?”

You had been lucky to get just a few days off to be able to drive up and explore the house that the boys were staying at. The last thing that you were able to do was push your luck, having got yourself in trouble before with your boss for hanging out with the boys and not doing your work properly.

With you going tomorrow, Jungkook was more confident than ever that he was going to win and round off the little trip that you’d had together perfectly. If he had one more chance to be able to show off to you, Jungkook was absolutely going to take it.

And as a small groan came from underneath the table, Jungkook knew that someone else agreed with him too. “Bam will be on my side,” Jungkook laughed as Bam’s wide eyes looked up, “he knows that I can do it.”

“He’s on ball boy duties when you end up sending the ball flying,” you smiled, running your hand over the top of Bam’s head, “when Jin can’t return the balls that you send down to him.”

“I’ll have him running all over the place,” Jungkook assured you, “it might be the table tennis match of the century.”

Your eyes rolled, “I’m sure the production team feel very lucky to be filming it.”

“They should, it’s a once in a lifetime for everyone.”

—

Masterlist

Jungkook invites you to come and work out with him. And you haven’t worked out in years. Fluff and crack

           You were dying. There was no question about it. Your leg muscles were jelly, there was a stabbing pain in your side, and your lungs were on fire. Of all the ways that you thought you were going to go out you didn’t think that it would be death by a freaking treadmill. When Jungkook had asked you if you wanted to come and work out with him you agreed right away. Forgetting that the last time you had seriously worked out was back in high school when you were on the volleyball team. That was almost five years ago now. Since then, your work out was climbing the stairs every day at work and to your apartment. And weightlifting was you taking all your groceries into your apartment in one go because there was no way you were going to make more than one trip.

           Now, you were dying and Jungkook your crush turned recent boyfriend is about to see you die and the two of you haven’t even been together that long. You wondered if he would say nice things about you at your funeral or if watching you die on this stupid machine would make him regret dating you and he would avoid your funeral to save face and possible arrest since he would technically be the cause of your death. You glance over at the cause of your pain and see that he is running at a steady clip, and it doesn’t even look like he’s winded. Screw this you tell yourself. There is no way you are dying here just because you want Jungkook to think that you like exercising when really you hate it. You hit the button on the machine stopping it and climb off and collapse onto the floor.

           You starfish onto the floor and close your eyes. You are too busy concentrating on breathing normal again and wondering if your lungs are really on fire to notice that Jungkook has stop his treadmill as well and is looking at you with amused eyes. He steps off the treadmill and walks over to you. He squats down by your face and gives your cheek a poke. You turn your head towards him and open your eyes. He’s smiling at you sweat glistening off his skin and you want to punch him because you are sure that you do not look like that. You probably have blotchy skin, and look like a wet cat, or worse.

           “Why are you pushing yourself so hard?” Jungkook tilts his head to the side studying you.

           “You asked me to work out with you. You’re hard to keep up with.” You tell him.

           “Y/n yes I asked you to work out with me, but I don’t expect you to keep up with me.” He laughs causing his bunny teeth to be on full display and his eyes to crinkle. You loved that look on his face.

           “Why didn’t you tell me that sooner?” You whine as Jungkook continues to laugh at you. How were you supposed to know that you could have been putting in minimal effort and spent more of your energy watching him work out instead of actually working out.

           “Sorry next time I’ll tell you that.” Jungkook stands and holds out his hand for you.

           “Oh no I’m never working out with you again.” You inform him as you wrap your hand around his and let him pull you up. You stumble into Jungkook.

           “Eww,” you whine as your sweaty skin touches his. You hate to sweat, and you don’t care that you are pushed up next to your muscly boyfriend you still don’t like the feeling of sweat.

           “Stand on your own if you don’t want us touching.” Jungkook laughs and you would stand on your own and distance yourself from his sweaty body. You really would if you didn’t fear that once Jungkook let’s you go you won’t fall.

           “I don’t think I can stand on my own. My legs are jelly. In fact, I’m not even sure I still have them. I lost feeling awhile ago.”

           Jungkook rolls his eyes at you but doesn’t say anything. Instead, he silently moves in front of you and squats down again. He motions for you to get on and you hesitate for a second because him giving you a piggyback ride means full contact and yours and his sweat touching a lot.

           “Stop thinking about the sweat we’ve exchange other fluids, and you aren’t grossed out by those.”

           “Jungkook!” You shout as you quickly get onto his back to shut him up. He laughs as he stands and hooks his arms under your thighs.

           “Relax no one heard me we’re the only two in the gym.” He tells you. You glance around and confirm that he’s right. You relax and enjoy being carried by your boyfriend. When the two of you are in the elevator riding up to your place you lean forward a little to kiss Jungkook’s cheek.

           “Thanks for carrying me. Even though it is your fault I can’t feel my legs.” You tell him.

           “I didn’t tell you to keep up with me. You decided that all on your own.” He’s right he didn’t say you had to keep up with him, but you didn’t care you weren’t going to agree with him on that. Instead, you decided to stay silent and enjoy being carried.

           Later that evening after you showered and changed into some comfy clothes you ordered food for you and Jungkook and sprawled out onto your couch. When the two of you were finished eating Jungkook had cleaned away your dishes and then returned to you and curled himself around you and the two of you found a movie to watch. Jungkook had his one arm wrapped around your waist, his hand holding yours, and one of his legs was thrown over your hips. You loved when Jungkook cuddle with you like this.

           As the movie came to an end Jungkook kissed the back of your head and gave your hand a squeeze. You gave his hand a squeeze back letting him know that you were still awake. You figured that you had maybe one more movie in you or half a movie in you before you crashed. You were beat and you could already feel your body getting sore. You were not looking forward to tomorrow and stairs you had a feeling were going to be your enemy for the next few days.

           “How are you feeling?” Jungkook asks.

           “Well, my eyebrows don’t hurt.” You admit. Jungkook doesn’t even try and hold in his laughter as he lets out a body shaking laugh.

           “My poor baby! Are you going to be able to walk tomorrow?” He continues to laugh as he kisses your neck and cheek.

           “I don’t know you may have to carry me around for the next few days,” you are only half teasing. You really aren’t sure if you’ll be able to walk tomorrow. Jungkook’s laughter has died down by this point, but you can still feel him shaking behind you letting you know that he is still laughing a little.

           “I’ll carry you wherever you need to go.” You can hear the laughter in his voice, but you also know that if you really can’t walk tomorrow, he would carry you around and he wouldn’t complain once about having to do it. Maybe working out with Jungkook wasn’t so bad you did get spoiled the rest of the day by him and have the possibility of getting taken care of by him again tomorrow.