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What a fantastic journey through Paradise, with our sweet and sexy Jungkook and our endearing oc. I have loved every thing about this story; it just captures you from the start, all the way to the end.
Paradise | JJK - Epilogue

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Genre: smut, neighbors to lovers (not quite friends but not quite strangers), slow burn, love triangle, Stripper!AU
Rating: M (18+)
Warnings: it's happy ending time!, lots of domestic cuteness, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), shower sex, teasing, dirty talk, someone gets a lap dance đ, sex in the champagne room, aka sex at work (don't be that coworker!), unprotected sex (monogamous relationship with alternate bc), multiple orgasms
Word Count: 9.1k
Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I donât own BTS - they just inspire me
Summary: That sexy man on stage - the one currently giving your friend the lap dance of her LIFE - is your super shy neighbor, Jeon Jungkook?!
A/N: And now we've reached the end! I can't believe it's been three years this month since OC and Jungkook's story began!! A gigantic THANK YOU to everyone who has liked, commented, reblogged, recommended, and/or sent asks about Paradise. This is for you! đ
Unbetaâd as usual. Please donât be a silent reader, Iâd love to hear from you! Tell me what you think of the ending! đ
Previous Chapter âŠïžÂ Paradise Masterlist

Bzzzzzzt
Saturday afternoon dawns bright. You can hear birds chirping outside the windows, joined by the buzzing of bees.
Those are some loud fucking bees.
No wait, thatâs your phone.
Bzzzzzzt
You grab it off the nightstand.
Huh, nope. No missed texts or calls.
Bzzzzzzt
What the hell is that sound?
Throwing back the covers, you lug yourself out of bed, snatch a t-shirt from the floor and yank it on, and traipse down the hall, following the incessant hum.
Bzzzzzzt
The noise leads you to the bathroom, where your boyfriend stands over the sink, examining himself in the mirror.Â
âHey, jagi,â Jungkook greets you warmly. âDid I wake you? Sorry.â He leans over, planting a soft kiss on your cheek.
âNo, it wasnât you. I heard some sort of buzzing.â
âAh, yeah, that was me.â He holds up some sort of metallic grey tool. An electric razor? But he doesnât have one of those. You know by now that he waxes for his job, and what little hair ever appears on his face he takes care of with a simple disposable razor. âTesting this out.â
âI didnât know you had one of those,â you say, leaning against the doorway.Â
âI donât. Namjoon-hyung let me borrow it.â He tilts his head left and right, staring at his reflection.
âBorrow it for wh-oooh my god, Kookie, no!âÂ
Your question becomes a wild wail as your boyfriend brandishes the razor and in one swift move shaves off a chunk of his hair. Watching the dark locks tumble into the sink feels like a scene from a horror movie, unfurling in slow motion.
You glance at Jungkook. Where glorious waves once adorned the side of his handsome face, there is now naught but stubble.Â
Meanwhile, Jungkook chuckles as he examines his handiwork. âWhatâs wrong, jagiya? You donât want to see a fresh new me?â
âNot if it means sacrificing your gorgeous hair!â you pout.
Of course you love all of your boyfriend. Goes without saying. But his hair! Itâs so pretty and thick and silky and fluffy and -Â
-and heâs going to shave it all off??
Bzzzzzzt
Another swath joins the first. Two sad curls at the bottom of the sink.Â
âKookie, why?â you lament. âYour pretty hair!â
âRelax!â He laughs, running his tattooed fingers over the scruff that remains where heâs shaved so far. âItâll grow back eventually. Youâre starting to make me think you only love me for -â
Upon catching sight of the expression on your face, he trails off, eyes widening.
âDonât be stupid,â you reassure him. âI love you for so many reasons. More than there are stars in the sky.â
He grins, turning away.
âYour hair is just, like, 25% of that. Maybe 30.â
âOkay, Iâm kicking you out now.âÂ
âDonât bother. Iâm going. I canât bear to watch anymore.â You spin on your heel, heading for the kitchen. âIf you need me, Iâll be crying into my cereal, mourning over breakfast.â
âCould you mourn me up a smoothie while youâre at it?âÂ
As you raise your hand over your head to flip him off, he giggles, pausing in his task to admire the way your ass peeks out from under the t-shirt of his that youâre wearing, before disappearing back into the bathroom.
In the kitchen, you quickly whip up a banana smoothie, appreciating how the obnoxious whirr of the mixer drowns out the evil buzzing echoing down the hallway. Sticking the smoothie into the fridge to keep cold until your boyfriend finishes murdering his hair, you sit down to enjoy a bowl of your favorite sugary cereal.
It hasnât taken much for you to acclimate to Jungkookâs schedule over the last few months since Jennieâs wedding. Youâve all but moved in, hanging around his apartment (usually napping) until he gets home from work in the early hours of the morning. Most of the time, you stay up for a bit, talking and helping him unwind (sometimes fucking, sometimes giving him a gentle massage to soothe his muscles, sometimes just letting him lay with his head on your chest). Usually near dawn you fall asleep, and then wake at noon to spend the afternoon together until he leaves for Paradise in the evening.Â
So you've become accustomed to a midday bowl of cereal by now. Of course, it helps that youâre no longer bound to the 9-to-5 life, ever since you quit your job.
The bathroom is rather quiet for several minutes, so you figure Jungkookâs completed his horrible task. So you brace yourself for the sight of a shorn head -Â
-only to be surprised when he strolls into the kitchen with a sharp undercut.
âWell?â He turns this way and that, striking poses as he walks over to you. âWhat do you think?â
His dark hair is slicked back, revealing a shorn section on each side of his head, perfectly highlighting his brow piercing. Long strands still flow on top, a swoop falling into his eyes as he smirks at you.
It defies the laws of reality, the way something like this can make your hot boyfriend even sexier. How is it even possible?
Standing, you extend your fingers, letting them run over the short hairs, enjoying the pleasant prickle.Â
âI think I owe Namjoon a thank you card,â you murmur. The soft stubble tickles your fingertips, like fuzz on a peach. âMaybe even a gift basket.â
His smile grows as he draws you into his arms. âSee, you were worried for nothing.â
âI really thought you were going to shave it all off!â you exclaim. Nuzzling his face into the curve of your neck, he laughs, amused huffs of breath dancing over your skin.Â
âNope.â He slides your hand into what remains of his hair, lithe fingers encouraging yours to wrap around his locks. âI am thinking about dyeing the rest, though. What do you think sounds better - cherry red or buttery blonde?â
âBlonde!â Did you blurt that out a little too fast? Maybe, judging by the cock of his eyebrow.
âBlonde it is.âÂ
âDo you want your smoothie?â You reach for the fridge door, but he stops you.
âI gotta clean up first. All those little hairsâŠâ His eyes drop to your lips. âTime for a shower.â Itâs an invitation that youâre all too happy to accept.Â
Jungkook first steps under the spray of water to rinse away the hairs still clinging to his face and neck. But as soon as you join him, he crowds you against the wall of the tub, mouth meeting yours, hand diving between your legs, opening you up to take his cock. Heâs a bit rushed in his movements, driven by a fervent need to bury himself inside you as quickly as possible, but you donât care, just as desperate to feel him yourself. It doesnât matter how many times the two of you do this - every time you need him just as much as you did the first time.Â
When he slides into you, you let out a loud moan, knees already too weak to stand on. He holds you pinned against the tiles as he thrusts into you, wrapping one of your legs around his waist to help keep you up. âSo good, jagi,â he grunts, setting a fast pace. All you can do is hang on, every stroke of his thick cock into your throbbing cunt making you sob his name, until your panting gives way to cries of ecstasy. He spills inside you then, his lips pressed to your cheek, breathing soft words of love across your skin.Â

In the afternoon, after Jungkook has gone to meet Namjoon at the gym, you decide to take a walk downtown to get a little work done. Itâs surprising to you how much has changed in the last few months. Before, the thought of working on a Saturday wouldâve sent you into an anxious (and annoyed) spiral. But now? Youâre not bothered by it at all. Apparently thatâs what happens when you like your job.Â
Not long after the wedding, youâd gone to the interview Wendy had graciously hooked you up with. Jungkook had helped you prepare, but you were still nervous as fuck. You needed to escape your current company. You needed this new job.
But as the interview progressed, that nervousness turned into a different sinking feeling. Because as the interviewer droned on and on about your responsibilities in this new position, it became more and more clear that you were essentially interviewing for the same job you were trying to leave. It wasnât a way out. It was a trap. If you took this job, youâd be caught in the same quicksand, dragging you down again.Â
Despite your growing sense of trepidation, the interview went incredibly well, and you felt pretty confident that you would be hearing from the company soon. Which left you with little time to figure out if you wanted the new job or not.Â
In the end, it was your promise to Taehyung that made the decision for you. His presentation to the bank was a success, and with his new loan, heâd opened his own studio. Even though youâd done countless presentations over the years at your company, helping too many of their clients to count, this was the first time youâd actually felt joy at the result of your hard work. Helping Taehyung to achieve his dream was a special moment.
It also gave you an idea. A week later, you declined the new job offer. And turned in your notice to your employer. No more working for others.
Time to be your own boss.
Itâs just a few blocks from your apartment building to where youâre headed. The bell hanging over the door chimes pleasantly as you let yourself into the little shop. Taehyungâs photography studio is technically closed on Sundays, but with the key he gave you, you can come and go as you please. Itâs an arrangement that suits you well.Â
As youâd expected, Taehyung is sitting in his office in the rear of the shop when you get back there. He nods a quiet greeting, then perks up when he sees the second cup in your hand. Youâd stopped at the coffeehouse on your way here, knowing that Taehyung is still splitting his time between Paradise and his studio, which means heâs usually exhausted on Saturdays.
âYou really are an angel,â he murmurs, grabbing the cup.
âI know,â you grin, taking a seat at the makeshift desk Taehyung had created for you. Heâd been so grateful for your help that heâd insisted that you use his office as your own temporary workspace while you established your consulting business. You were in no position to turn down free rent, but youâd agreed to only if he let you act as his interim bookkeeper. It was only fair. âWhereâs Yeontan?â
âI gave my assistant the day off,â Taehyung replies. âHeâs back at the apartment with Ji and Min.â He pauses to stretch lazily. âThanks again for helping with the move the other day. We still owe you and Kook dinner.âÂ
âDonât worry, weâll make sure you pay up.â You never turn down a free meal, though honestly, it was enough of a reward for you that youâd gotten to watch your friend Jisoo fall in love with her two boyfriends over the last few months. Thatâs the word sheâd used for them both the other day, when you all helped Taehyung move into Jiminâs place. You hadnât seen Jisoo this head over heels for anyone since⊠well, since youâd known her.
Taehyung sips his iced Americano. âWhat are you working on today?â
âGoing over the stuff Felix sent me. Weâre meeting with the bank on Tuesday.âÂ
Having Taehyung as your first official customer had been a blessing. After heâd raved about you to the other dancers at Paradise, youâd suddenly found yourself with a whole list of potential clients. There was Felix, who wanted to buy a food truck for his baking hobby and start a brownie delivery service; Namjoon, who was considering creating an urban nursery for the plants he grew in his tiny greenhouse; and Bang Chan, who wanted to discuss the possibility of running his own gym. Even Hoseok wanted to introduce you to a friend of his who was thinking about opening up a male strip club called Outlaws. Youâd barely struck out on your own and yet your calendar was already packed.
You pull out your laptop and settle in. âWhat about you, whatâs on your slate today?âÂ
âJust going over some shots.âÂ
The other dancers at Paradise were the best hype team. Theyâd spread word of mouth about Taehyungâs photography and the studio had been booked since day one. Not that his talent didnât bring in customers on its own. But it was so touching to see the others rally around Taehyung like that.Â
The other dancers had also embraced you warmly. Youâd already met most of them from your visits to Paradise or the night of Taehyungâs exhibit, but once Jungkook introduced you as his girlfriend, it was like youâd gained an entire family of siblings overnight. And now that youâre on the inside, itâs so easy to see the way they care for one another. No wonder Jungkook loves working there so much.Â
Well, that, and the tips he makes.
Taehyung slides over so you can see his screen. âItâs Jennie and Yoongiâs session, if you want to take a look.âÂ
âOh, yes, please!âÂ
Jennie and her husband had recently booked a photography session to announce Jennieâs pregnancy. As Taehyung slowly scrolls through the shots, you try and fail to will yourself not to tear up. Your friendâs baby bump gets bigger every time you see her and itâs unreal to think that it wonât be long until Baby Min is here.Â
Wordlessly, Taehyung hands you a tissue.Â
âThanks.âÂ
After spending so much time with Taehyung over the last few weeks, you understand why Jungkook adores him so much. He has a very comforting presence, which is nice for you right now, since building a company from scratch is a nerve-wracking experience.Â
âSo, tonightâs the night, right?âÂ
Again you grin, nodding. âYeah.âÂ
âHow are you feeling?â
âExcited. But also if Iâm being honest, a little scared.âÂ
Everyone - all of your friends and family - has been super supportive for you during this time, lending their help whenever asked. But no one has been more supportive than Jungkook. Heâs listened to you rant about your worries and fears at two in the morning when you know he wants nothing more than to hit the pillow and snooze until noon. Heâs made you meals when you were too busy to tear yourself away from your computer to eat. Heâs spent so much of his own time taking care of you that you started to fret youâd turned into another job for him.Â
But when you voiced this concern to him, Jungkook shook his head. âTaking care of you isnât a job,â heâd said. âI do these things because I want to, not because I have to.â
Youâve never known anyone like him before. Never known someone who could be so selfless, so freely giving of himself all the time. So freely giving of his devotion, in every sense of the word. You canât help but want to worship him yourself.Â
Despite his claims that heâs doing these things of his own free will, you still feel like you owe him something. A sign of your appreciation. Hence your plans for tonight.
âWhy scared?âÂ
You finish your drink, but donât put the cup down, twirling it in your hands as you think. âWhat if I make a total ass of myself?â
âNot gonna happen.â
âEasy for you to say,â you snort. Of course heâd be confident, if he were in your shoes. Taehyung radiates an aura of exceptional self-assuredness. Itâs difficult to imagine him being rattled by anything. If tomorrow he was told that he needed to perform emergency brain surgery, heâd snap on his surgical gloves without so much as batting an eye.Â
âListen, I know Jungkook. More importantly, I know how much he loves you.â Taehyung flashes you a reassuring smile as you look at him. âThereâs nothing you could do tonight to change that.â
The funny thing is, youâre pretty sure heâs right.

Jungkookâs already making dinner when you get back to his place. The delicious scent of gochujang jjigae draws you into his kitchen, where he stands facing the stove, his back to you. Walking up to him, you canât resist sliding your arms around his waist.
âHi,â you sigh, burying your face between his shoulder blades, breathing deep the ocean scent of his cologne.Â
âHey jagi,â he hums, a happy note vibrating through his chest as he rests his tattooed hand on top of yours for a second. âFoodâs almost ready. Can you grab some bowls?âÂ
As you reach into his cabinet, it strikes you just how domestic this moment is, getting ready for dinner with Jungkook, like youâve done so many times before. Thankfully, heâs the one who usually does the cooking, while you help however you can (typically just by staying out of his way - itâs what you do best in the kitchen). Itâs unbelievable how easily youâve fallen into this routine with him. Not a trace of fear in you as you reflect on it.Â
âI wasnât sure if you were gonna be back in time to eat with me, but I made enough for two just in case.â He joins you at his little table, ladling stew into your bowls, before he takes the seat across from you. Heâs dressed like he usually is for work, just a hoodie and sweats, since heâll be changing into costumes all night.
âYouâre too good to me, Kookie,â you simper playfully with a sweet grin, but you really mean it, knowing that if youâd texted him that you wouldnât be back, heâd still make extra and put it in the fridge for you.Â
He rolls his eyes, but the tips of his ears betray him, turning pink. The two of you dig into your meal, quietly enjoying the food and each otherâs company.Â
âI meant to ask you,â he says after a few minutes, âdo you know when Jin-hyung will be back in town?âÂ
When youâd called things off with Seokjin, youâd made him promise to keep in touch while he was out traveling for his cooking show. Heâd taken that pledge to heart, texting you brief updates and sending photos from the road. Youâre glad to have made another friend from this whole experience. Especially one whose name you can drop to make hard-to-get dinner reservations. (Seokjin gets a real ego boost when you do that - heâs the one who suggested it in the first place.)
Though things had gotten off to a rocky start between Jungkook and Seokjin, theyâd become fairly good friends themselves. It doesnât really surprise you, since they have more in common than they thought (not even counting you) - both are talented and determined, funny and handsome, not to mention both give a hell of a lap dance. Also, itâs hard not to love Jungkook, no matter how you meet him.Â
âUm, I think last time I heard from him, he said heâd be back in two weeks for a short break.â
âGood. That should give me enough time to finish.â He doesnât say anything else, but you can read between the lines so well with him by now.Â
âJinâs going to love his portrait,â you reassure him.Â
As soon as Seokjin had seen Jungkookâs artwork, heâd wasted no time in commissioning the younger man to paint his portrait, to be hung in his newest restaurant. You know that Jungkook is thrilled at the opportunity, but heâs also a little nervous, wanting to impress Seokjin. Itâs pretty cute, truth be told.Â
You glance up to find Jungkook watching you with a small smile.Â
âWhat? What are you looking at? Am I a mess?â You grab your napkin, dabbing at your face, but he shakes his head.Â
âNothing. Iâm happy youâre here. I feel like Iâve barely seen you the last few weeks, youâve been out working so much.âÂ
âOh, right.â You scratch your ear, giving him an apologetic look. âI know, Iâve been busy.â
âIâm not saying thatâs bad!â Jungkook raises his hands. âI just⊠missed you.âÂ
âKookie,â you sigh, heart bubbling over with fondness. Your boyfriend is such a sap.
You set down your spoon and rise to your feet, locking your arms around him. He looks up at you with so much love in his eyes you nearly pinch yourself. But you donât have to. This isnât a dream, itâs your life. Silently, you thank the universe for everything you did that led you to this man. Then you press a gentle kiss to his waiting lips.Â
âI missed you too. But Iâm hoping all this will be worth it.â
âIt will be, jagiya,â Jungkook asserts, cupping your face gently. âI know itâs hard. But you know what youâre doing. And youâre not alone - youâve got so many people in your corner. Like me.â He grins, kissing the tip of your nose lightly. âI believe in you.âÂ
Thereâs a sudden lump in your throat, making it impossible to speak, so you let your lips express what you feel. Whatâs left of your dinner sits forgotten as you climb into his lap, kissing him until youâre both breathless. Only then youâre able to whisper a quiet thank you.Â
Jungkookâs right. You can do this. Especially with him by your side.

Sparkling Rosé ⚠(8:15): Are we still on for brunch tomorrow?
Bestie đ (8:17): Yes! I miss you guys
Bestie đ (8:17): This babyâs not even here yet and theyâre already keeping me busy
Bestie đ (8:18): Plus Iâve been craving waffles for days
Sparkling RosĂ© âš (8:19): We miss you too!Â
Sparkling Rosé ⚠(8:19):  And you too, YN! You work too hard
You (8:20): I know đI miss you all too
Lovely Lisa đ (8:21):Â Iâll be there!
Queen Ji đ (8:22): Yes weâre doing brunch because YN needs to tell us allll about tonight!
Sparkling RosĂ© âš (8:23): OH THATâS RIGHT!
Lovely Lisa đ (8:23): Ahhhh thatâs tonight?!
Sparkling RosĂ© âš (8:23): Break a leg! đ
Lovely Lisa đ (8:24): LETâS GOOOOO
Queen Ji đ (8:24): You are going to KILL IT
Bestie đ (8:24): *airhorn.gif*
You (8:25): đđ
You (8:25): Weâll see
You (8:25): But thank you đ
Queen Ji đ (8:26): Oh no! None of that
Queen Ji đ (8:26):Â Trust me, youâve got this
You (8:27): And just how are you so sure about that?
Queen Ji đ (8:28): Jimin told me. He never lies
You (8:29): I knew I shouldâve asked Namjoon
Sparkling RosĂ© âš (8:29): As if he wouldnât tell me
Sparkling RosĂ© âš (8:30): I like the guy but he canât keep a secret to save his life
Lovely Lisa đ (8:31): Relax, youâre gonna be amazing! Just have fun with it
Bestie đ (8:31): Yessssss have fun
Queen Ji đ (8:32): But also put your back into it
Bestie đ (8:33): You should probably stretch first
You (8:33): Yes, eomma, I will
Bestie đ (8:34): Iâm going to kindly ask that you never call me that again
You (8:35): But youâll be hearing it all the time soon!!
Bestie đ (8:35): Not from you though! đ
Queen Ji đ (8:36): Sorry, eomma, weâll behave
Bestie đ (8:37): Oh god, *especially* not from you
Bestie đ (8:37): Okay Iâm out. Iâll see you all tomorrow. But donât forget!
Bestie đ (8:38): đŁYouâve got this! đŁ
Queen Ji đ (8:38): Sheâs the best mom

A few hours later, you find yourself alone in an unfamiliar space. A small room, containing only a handful of pieces of dark furniture. Velvet curtains drape three of the walls, while the fourth is a mirror. A crystalline chandelier hangs from the ceiling, the glass reflecting the soft lighting, scattering shimmering spots of illumination around the room as the bass pumping from the overhead speaker makes the decoration bounce.
You wipe your sweaty palms on the skirt of your dress, wishing you could take your friendsâ advice and relax right now. Instead, your nerves are jumpy and your pulse is racing. The waiting isnât helping.Â
As you switch seats for the tenth time since you got here (you canât decide which is a better place to sit, on the pleather couch or the matching chair), you adjust your dress, hoping you look more confident than you feel. Confidence is key for what youâre about to do, according to Jimin.Â
Maybe you shouldâve thought this through more. More practice wouldâve been helpful, too. Why did you decide to do this now? Youâve really got to work on your patience, you think, eyeing the couch again before moving seats again.Â
The curtains sway slightly as the door to the room opens. Immediately your mind empties of all thoughts as your adrenaline kicks in. Itâs showtime. You sit up, trying to strike an enticing pose, waiting for the man who opened the door to finish locking it and turn around.Â
âI hope I didnât keep you waiting t- baby??â Jungkook freezes, head cocking to the side in confusion. You knew that Jimin had told him he had a Paradise customer waiting for him in a private room. âWhat are you doing here?â
âI wanted to surprise you,â you grin, suddenly feeling really shy. Which is the exact opposite of what you need to feel right now, if youâre going to pull this off. âSo, um, surprise!âÂ
Jungkook smiles, obviously thrilled with your surprise, and crosses the tiny space in two strides. You stand to greet him, taking in his outfit, a silky black shirt unbuttoned over a pair of black leather pants. He looks just like he did the night of Jennieâs bachelorette party, only with a new haircut. The fabric of his top is soft beneath your fingertips as you lay your hands on his shoulders, accepting his kiss hello.Â
âNot that Iâm not happy to see you, but⊠you know you didnât have to pay to see me, right?â Jungkook murmurs against your lips. âIâll dance for you any time.âÂ
You do know that, because heâs danced for you several times now. Sometimes he likes to get your opinions on a new routine, and other times⊠other times, he just feels like dancing for you.Â
Knowing all this, you nod, smoothing down the folds in his shirt, trying to distract yourself from the way your stomach is tying itself in knots. Relax, you remind yourself, taking a deep breath. Thereâs nothing to be nervous about. Itâs Jungkook.Â
âI know. But this actually isnât about me tonight. Itâs about you.âÂ
Applying a little pressure on his shoulders, you push Jungkook onto the couch. He looks up at you questioningly, but doesnât say anything, merely takes a seat. Thatâs so like him - to read you so well that he understands youâve got something planned, so heâs letting you lead the moment. Just that tiny act of deference heartens you, leaving you more sure about what youâve got planned.Â
You walk over to the panel on the wall that controls the overhead speaker. Your phone is already hooked up, and with a few swipes, you change the playlist.
âI wanted to do something for you, to show you how much I appreciate everything youâve been doing for me.â For some reason itâs easier to explain why youâre here without looking at Jungkook as you do it, so you fiddle with the phone a little as you speak. âI know the last few weeks have been stressful, because of everything Iâm trying to do, and I just⊠I want to thank you. And I thought this was the best way to do it.âÂ
When you turn back around, Jungkookâs watching you with such a rapt expression that you canât help but feel almost foolish about being so worried about this. It doesnât matter if you canât give him a show on the same level that he does. Youâve got his full attention no matter what you do.Â
Youâve got his love.Â
With that comforting thought, you take a steadying breath, in and out, and then begin.Â
Dancing is really not your strong suit, but the biggest lesson Jimin taught you is that itâs not the moves themselves that matter - itâs the attitude with which you perform them. Itâs all about setting a mood.
So you let the music guide you. Let yourself sink into the groove set by the drums and bass. Jungkook lets out a tiny âoh, fuck,â when you start to shake your hips. You fight the urge to giggle, biting your lip in a sultry manner instead. Youâre wearing a cute but simple dress, something that will be easy to remove when the time comes, but you dance like youâre dressed in the sexiest outfit imaginable, sliding the skirt up your thighs a little to tease him.Â
Even though youâre only a few feet away from Jungkook, you take your time approaching him, dragging out the anticipation. His hands rise automatically, reaching for you, but you dodge his grasp, taking them in your own hands instead. Something else Jimin taught you - lay down the rules right away.Â
âIâm here to dance for you, Kookie. So letâs get one thing straight - Iâm the one in charge.â You squeeze his hands to draw his attention to them as you place them at his sides. âThat means no touching me, unless I say itâs okay.âÂ
Jungkook blinks at your words, but he doesnât argue or try again to touch you. âYes, baby,â he says, eyes brimming with adoration as he nods at you, and again you feel a surge of confidence.Â
With your back to him, you place a hand on both of his knees, guiding him to spread his legs apart. Then you lower yourself into his lap, laying back against his chest and tilting your face towards his. If either of you leaned forward the slightest bit, your mouths would touch, but you resist the urge, and he waits breathlessly to see what youâre going to do next.Â
You bring your arm up, then trail your hand down his chest, across your breasts and stomach, and on to his thigh, just skimming past his crotch. His hips buck slightly beneath you, and you grind in his lap, giving him the friction he seeks.Â
âDonât worry, Iâll touch you all you want,â you whisper.Â
Jungkook groans loudly. You glide around the couch until youâre behind him and run your hands down his arms and over his chest. The silk of his shirt is starting to stick to him where heâs sweating. Youâve barely started and youâre already having an obvious effect on him.
Itâs not just his temperature thatâs rising, you note with a smug smile when you return to your spot in front of him. The tight material of his pants barely restrains his erection. Again you sit on his thighs, facing away from him, throwing your legs out in a wide stance as you pop to the beat.Â
âShit, baby, yes,â Jungkook praises you with a deep groan when you lean forward, giving him a good view of your ass as it bounces. âWhereâd you learn to dance like this?âÂ
âWell, umâŠâ you pause to bend further, nearly touching the ground, enjoying how Jungkook swears quietly when he gets a glimpse of your panties, âyou know how Iâve been so busy lately?â
âUh-huhâŠâ Jungkook responds mindlessly, far too occupied with the sight in front of him. Heâs being so patient, keeping his hands at his side like instructed, but the telltale twitching of his fingers lets you know that heâs fighting hard to behave.
You decide to take pity. Just a little. Turning, you straddle him, and grab his wrists. âHere you go,â you wink, placing his hands on your hips. âJust hold on for me.âÂ
Jungkook hums, vision trailing up your body from where your hips are swaying to where your breasts are now in his face.Â
âI was working, but I wasnât at Taehyungâs studio. I was taking some lessons from Jimin.âÂ
He looks up at that. âWait, you were what?âÂ
The surprise on his face makes you giggle. Thereâs that wide-eyed Bambi look that you love so much. As the next track on your playlist starts, something a little slower, you shift into a grind, dragging your ass over Jungkookâs lap. He hisses, fingers tightening their grip, almost bruising in their hold, but he doesnât try to guide you like he usually does when the two of you are in this position. It impresses you, the restraint heâs showing.Â
It makes you want to make him lose control.Â
You run your fingers through his hair, lifting it off his face, and lean close to his ear. âI wanted to make this good for you, baby. Give you exactly what you deserve.â Your lips hover across his cheek, not touching, but your breath caresses his skin, making him shudder beneath you.Â
âJagi,â Jungkook swallows thickly, eyelids heavy with desire as he peers at you. âYouâre amazing. I canât believe youâve been hiding these moves from me.âÂ
You bite back another big smile. âYou havenât seen anything yet.âÂ
His hands fall from your waist as you spin around, nudging his legs apart. Following the rhythm of the music, you undulate your body down his, your back sliding down his chest, then down his lap, until youâre on your knees. Then you place your hands on the ground in front of you, lowering your bottom half to the floor in a slow humping motion, before flashing him as you whip your legs into a split in order to roll yourself onto your back.
âHoly fuck, jagi,â Jungkook gasps, digging his hands into the couch on either side of his thighs, desperate for something to clutch. âYouâre finally gonna do it. Youâre going to be the actual death of me.âÂ
Despite yourself, you start giggling. âKookie! Donât make me laugh.â You take your time rising to your knees, then to your feet, playing with the hem of your skirt. âI want you to take this seriously.âÂ
âOh, I am, baby, believe me.â Jungkook bites his lip, nodding. His eyes follow the path your hands take, dragging the skirt up to reveal your lower stomach. Meanwhile, one of his hands has found its way to his crotch, squeezing his hard cock through his pants. Youâd considered making another rule earlier, that he couldnât touch himself, but truthfully, you want to watch him enjoy himself.Â
âGood boy,â you purr, and Jungkook whimpers loud enough for you to wonder if youâve tapped into something previously undiscovered about him, but youâre too busy to ponder it any further as you swing your hips, using his knees to help you drop yourself down to the floor again in a low squat.Â
The power you feel as he watches you is beyond intoxicating. What youâre doing right now is nothing compared to the skill he displays when he dances, but you understand a little better why he does this for a living. You feel like you could do anything right now.Â
As you come back up, you lean into him, hands on his chest, your face so close to his, and this time the need to kiss him is too strong, so you stop denying yourself, connecting your mouths briefly, just enough to have him chasing you when you pull away. Before he can protest, you distract him by pulling your dress over your head in one swift movement.Â
âBaby,â he moans, eyeing the matching lingerie set you picked out especially for tonight, his favorite color and his favorite texture, the black lace just begging him to run his fingertips all over it. âIs that new?âÂ
Of course heâd notice. Heâs got the contents of your underwear drawer practically memorized. Not surprising since most of the sets are from him. Heâs got a thing for nice lingerie and youâre more than happy to indulge him.Â
âBought it just for you.â With your back to him, you straddle one of his thighs, centering yourself on the thick muscle, and roll your hips in slow figure eights. Grabbing his hands, you wrap them around you, placing one on your bra and the other just over the band of your panties. âDo you like?âÂ
Jungkookâs answer is a wordless growl as he strokes the lace. You hum, tossing your head back so it rests on his shoulder, and slip the hand over your lower stomach down further, until heâs cupping your mound.Â
âAh!â you gasp, hips jutting forward when his eager fingers go rogue and press against you in a sign of his slipping control. âI - Iâm guessing that means yes.âÂ
âIt means fuck yes,â Jungkook declares. âYouâre driving me insane right now, you know that?âÂ
âI think Iâm getting the idea,â you reply, trying to focus on finishing your dance and not just outright humping his hand. Tracing your fingernails down his forearms makes him loosen his grip enough for you to climb off him. As the next track plays, you drape yourself over the side of the couch so your back hits his lap, and lie there shimmying to the beat for a few seconds before unhooking your bra and tossing it aside.Â
âJagiya,â Jungkook rasps roughly, tongue licking furiously at his lips, and even though youâre only maybe halfway through the routine youâd been practicing, you decide to skip to the end, because clearly your boyfriend is close to breaking, and frankly, so are you.Â
You throw your leg over his lap, straddling him again. Taking his hands, you lace your fingers together, using him as a counterweight to help you dip backwards, so low your head nearly brushes the ground, before you roll back up, pressing your forehead to his. You stare at his mouth and he stares at yours as you inhale a steadying breath to speak.
âYou can touch me now.âÂ
The current of electricity simmering between you suddenly blazes out, igniting the air around you. His hands slide to the small of your back, and your arms loop around his neck, both of you pulling each other as close as possible as you meet in a charged kiss. Jungkook moans into your lips, tongue chasing the sound. Your mouth parts to let him in.Â
Jungkookâs hands keep moving, gripping your waist, your ass, your breasts - itâs like heâs been starving for you, like those few minutes that he wasnât allowed to hold you were an eternity and now that theyâre over he must take his fill. Your skin vibrates beneath his fingertips, so much pent-up energy ready to burst, and you seek an outlet, grinding your hips down onto his.Â
âKookie,â you whine helplessly, and Jungkook grunts in response, rutting his erection against you, fitting between your legs so perfectly, the two of you like puzzle pieces coming together to form a complete picture of lust.Â
âIâm here, jagi,â he murmurs, lips brushing along your jawline and back to your mouth before continuing down the other side. âIâm here.âÂ
In a second, youâre on your back, watching Jungkook peel off his shirt before he covers your body with his. His kisses are just as greedy as his touches, and you lose yourself in him, devouring the desire on his lips with a wild ravenousness of your own.Â
But as he trails kisses down your body, you open your eyes and stare directly at the chandelier hanging over you, and a thought hits you with startling clarity - oh, right, youâre still at Paradise. At Jungkookâs place of work.Â
âJungkook. Jungkook,â you repeat, threading your fingers through his hair to tug his head off your breast, where his tongue was lapping at your nipple. âShould we do this here?âÂ
Jungkook blinks at you a few times. âIsnât this - donât you want to?âÂ
Of course you want to. But all those times youâd pictured this moment, your best hope was that heâd enjoy the dance and promise to thank you in private later when he got off work. You hadnât really considered that youâd do such an amazing job that the two of you would fuck on the spot. (Okay, thatâs a lie, youâd considered it a lot. But still. Imagining fucking your boyfriend at his job and actually fucking your boyfriend at his job are two very different things.)
âI want to,â you reassure him, brushing a wandering drop of sweat from his brow. âI just donât want to get you in trouble.â
Jungkook laughs, leaning up to press a kiss to your cheek. âBaby, trust me, Iâm not the first one to do this. Thereâs a reason âno sex in the champagne roomâ is a saying.â He sees the mix of confusion and disgust on your face and laughs again. âIâm not worrying about it and neither should you. But if you are, we donât have to do anything. This has been more than enough for me.â
âSo⊠you liked your dance?â you ask in a tiny voice.
Jungkook lets out a pained groan. âBaby, I loved it. I canât believe you did all this for me.â His hand brushes over your hip, playing with the lace there. âYouâre too good to me, you know that?â
âNot true.â If anything, heâs the one too good to you. âBut Iâm trying.âÂ
He kisses you again, slow and sweet. You feel yourself melting into his embrace. Any remaining concerns vanish as Jungkook lowers his head, taking your nipple into his mouth again with a messy kiss. If heâs not worried, why should you be? Besides, as you arch your back, chasing Jungkookâs tongue as he drags it down your torso, only an apocalypse could stop you now, and maybe not even that.Â
âYou know,â you start, gasping slightly when his teeth graze lightly over the swell of your stomach, âIâve fantasized about this.â Â
Jungkook glances up at you. âOh yeah?âÂ
âYeah. I mean, I usually pictured you dancing for me, but, um, we always ended up fucking.â A flash of heat licks the back of your neck as you meet Jungkookâs eye.Â
âThatâs usually how I imagine it, too,â Jungkook informs you. The casual admission of this mutual secret fantasy stokes your arousal. Jungkook flames it further when he ruts his hard cock against you. âSometimes you ride me, sometimes I bend you over this couch, but it always starts with me giving you a private show.âÂ
Your breath leaves you in a hiss. âFuck. That sounds good.âÂ
âWhich one?â
âBoth,â you groan, rolling your hips. âAll of it.âÂ
Jungkook kisses your neck to smother his laughter. âItâs not too late, you know. I can make those fantasies come true.â His tone deepens as he speaks, becoming darker. Oh, you know this tone so well. Heâs shifting to demon mode.Â
âAnother time. I mean,â you clarify immediately, not wanting him to misunderstand, âyou can give me a private dance another time.â
âAww, is my baby too worked up right now?â he teases, and this time he doesnât bother to even try to hide his laughter when you whine, pressing your hips into him again. âOkay, jagi, I promise Iâll dance for you another time. I wonât make you wait any longer.âÂ
Again he slides down your body, kissing over the soft lace of your underwear. He pulls your thighs apart with his hands so he can stick his face directly between them. His stuttered breath blows hot over the damp material barely covering you. Impatient, you reach to push your panties down, but Jungkook grabs your hands and pins them over your head. âKook!âÂ
Jungkook shakes his head at your pouty cry. Leaning over you, he catches your bottom lip with his teeth, pulling it to his mouth for another wet kiss.Â
âLet me, baby,â he coos sweetly, and then he takes the lace band in his teeth and slowly drags your panties down your body using only his mouth.Â
âFuck thatâs hot,â you moan, unable to tear your gaze away. Jungkook hums, dropping the sodden silk on the ground before lowering his lips to kiss your pussy. Heâs sloppy and loud, and in a brief lucid flash of sanity you pray that the music covers the sounds out in the hallway.Â
Jungkook always moves at his own pace, in his own time, and nowhere is that more evident than the way goes down on you. He loves building you up slowly, so slowly, until youâre going out of your mind begging him to let you cum. Tonight, however, heâs moving fast, slipping two fingers inside you, getting you ready for him. If asked, heâd claim it was for you, but the truth is that he needs you as much as you need him right now.Â
âLove the way you taste,â he murmurs, fingers spreading you wider, dragging his tongue over your clit. He curls his fingers, smirking at your gasp, and repeats the movement. It feels so good, too good, so your hand snakes out and grabs his wrist, and he stills, looking up at you in confusion.Â
âWanna come on your cock,â you explain.
He groans, reclining back on his knees. âWhatever you want, jagiya,â he says, fingers flying to the laces on his leather pants. Heâs used to taking his time untying them on stage, drawing the moment out seductively, a marked contrast to the clumsy way he tugs on them now, trying to undo them as quickly as he can.Â
With only a little bit of struggling, he pushes his pants down, then kicks them off completely. He wraps one hand around his hard length, thumb and forefinger pinching slightly just below the flushed head. Your teeth sink into your lip as you stare at him, taking in sight of this gorgeous man kneeling between your legs, looking every bit as hungry as you feel.Â
âTell me how you want it.â
You clench unconsciously at Jungkookâs command, mind running through all the possibilities. Honestly, you donât care how, you just need him inside you now.Â
So you reach out, gently prying his fingers away from his cock. Jungkook sighs when you take it in your hand, a sound of deep-seated contentment, like heâs been waiting all night for you to touch him. You understand the sentiment, thighs twitching as you slowly pump him a few times, using his slickness to make your movements easier.Â
âJust like this,â you say, guiding him towards your slit. He hisses as you slide his head through your folds, and presses forward a bit, helping you coat him in your arousal.Â
âOkay, jagiya,â he murmurs. He arranges himself between your legs, lifting one calf, then the other, over his broad shoulders. You shiver, breathless with anticipation as you catch the feral glint in his eyes. âJust like this.âÂ
A harmonious pair of moans fill the room when he enters you. He waits for a moment, because as rushed as his fingering was, it wasnât enough to fully stretch you out enough for him. When you whisper, âokay,â he starts to move. The first few rolls of his hips are slow and easy, him savoring the tight warmth of your cunt around him, you delighting in the sensation of being filled so completely. He kisses the side of your knee, staring down at you as you whimper beneath him with every languid thrust.Â
When your hands stretch out for him, he leans down, bending you in half to press his mouth to yours. He sinks deeper into you, your bodies locking together more closely, and you lace your fingers through his hair, until youâre breathing each otherâs kisses like air. You whisper Jungkookâs name and he sighs yours back.Â
âLove you so much, jagi.âÂ
His mouth nudges your head to the side in search of that sensitive spot behind your ear, and you open your eyes to catch sight of the two of you in the mirror. Even if the room were pitch black right now, youâd be able to see yourself lying there, the way youâre lit from within. Your love for Jungkook burns inside you like a star in the night sky, pulsing bright and steady.Â
âI love you, too.âÂ
Jungkookâs pace steadies, his pelvis starting to bounce off your ass with more speed.
âOh, fuck, yes, baby,â you moan, watching him piston his cock inside you. âMore, please, Kookie! More!âÂ
Never let it be said that your boyfriend doesnât listen. He pulls out, getting off the couch, and, with strong hands gripping your thighs, positions you with your hips resting on the arm of the couch, to raise you high enough for him to plunge back in from a standing position.Â
And then he gives you exactly what you asked for.Â
Jungkook fucks you hard and fast. His furrowed brow drips with sweat as he snaps his hips into you. You know nothing could break his concentration now - eyes sharply focusing on your expression, ears listening for the change in the pitch of your voice. When he feels your walls starting to constrict, he grips your thighs to tilt you just enough to find the right angle to tap your sweet spot with every pump -Â
âJungkook!â With a loud gasp of his name, your climax arrives. Your cunt pulsates so tightly around him that Jungkook clamps his arms around your legs, pulling your ass flush against him so he can grind into you.
âOh, fuck, jagi, âm so close.â His voice is already wrecked, sounding rough and broken. He bends slightly at the waist, forcing your legs closer to your stomach, putting you at an odd angle, but youâre still buzzing with pleasure so you donât notice the stretch, just let out a low moan as Jungkook starts to move again.Â
He bends further, sliding his hands behind your back, and then he lifts you, using that surprising strength of his to hold you as he slides around to sit on the couch. Your legs support you just long enough to straddle him, and then you sink down onto his cock, more than happy to collapse against Jungkook as he fucks up into you.Â
âFuck, fuck, fuck,â he chants, bringing one of his hands up to cup your cheek. âAlways so good, jagi.â You meet his gaze, struck by the love you see in his eyes. No matter how often he looks at you like this, it makes your heart sing every time. You kiss him before sitting up, meeting his thrusts with your own movements.
âCome for me, Kookie,â you murmur sweetly, drawing your boyfriendâs eye with the movement of your hand as it heads down your stomach. Your fingers rub at your clit, rolling the engorged nub around, and the delicious drag of his cock inside your constricting walls has you hurtling towards a second orgasm just as Jungkook reaches his first.
Your playlist begins the last song as the two of you cling to each other on the couch. Jungkookâs arms are still locked around your back while you rest your head on his shoulder. He sings along quietly to the music, his soothing voice wrapping around you like a blanket. Itâs a favorite song of his, just as itâs a favorite of yours - the song from your rooftop dance at Jennie and Yoongiâs wedding.
When the music ends, Jungkook sighs. âWe should definitely do this again.âÂ
You laugh, sitting up. He grins at you and you lean forward to press a light peck to the tiny mole under his lip. âI may have booked you all night.âÂ
âLike I was gonna let you walk out of here anytime soon,â he scoffs. He stops your giggling with his kiss, lips soft and lingering, and you sigh, hugging him close again.Â
Thereâs a part of you that canât believe you just fucked your boyfriend in a strip club, but somehow it felt inevitable that you two would end up here like this. Like from the moment you walked in here all those months ago, there was no other way this would go.Â
It was such a strange trip to think about. You had to go all the way to Paradise to meet the love of your life who lived next door. Fate could really take the most roundabout way, but the journey was more than worth it.Â
âYou really didnât have to do all of this for me.â Jungkookâs voice brings you back to the moment.Â
âI want to do everything for you,â you reply with a shake of your head. âYou deserve the world, Kookie.âÂ
âI have everything I could ever want, jagiya. Right here in my arms.âÂ
Normally, this is where you would roll your eyes at him for being so sappy, but thatâs hard to do when youâre blinking back tears. Instead, you squeeze him a little tighter, so he knows that you feel the same way.Â
âYou knowâŠâ Jungkook starts after a few seconds, then stops. You shake him a little to urge him to go on. âThere is something else Iâve been thinking about. Something I want to do, but I wasnât sure if youâd be into it.âÂ
âWhat is it?â
He glances down, and thereâs the shy bunny smile that you remember from all those months ago. âIâd love to paint you.âÂ
âNaked?â you whisper, hand to your chest, looking scandalized.
He laughs, nose wrinkling in glee. âThat actually wasnât what I meant but Iâm absolutely down if you are.âÂ
âWeâll see,â you grin, kissing his cheek. âOne thing at a time. Right now, weâve got this room to ourselves, and I believe you promised me a dance.â
âYes I did,â Jungkook agrees, chin jutting out to catch your next kiss with his lips. âAnything for my love.âÂ
âI love you, too,â you sigh, kissing him back.Â
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Paradise | JJK - Fifteen

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Genre: smut, neighbors to lovers (not quite friends but not quite strangers), slow burn, love triangle, Stripper!AU
Rating: M (18+)
Warnings: we finally get a JinKook showdown in the most ridiculous way possible, the tiniest bit of angst, CONFESSIONS!!, followed by post-confession sex, JK hits it raw, OC in lingerie, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), lots of talking about feelings, I'm sorry but this gets a little soft because I love these two
Word Count: 6.3k
Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I donât own BTS - they just inspire me
Summary: That sexy man on stage - the one currently giving your friend the lap dance of her LIFE - is your super shy neighbor, Jeon Jungkook?!
A/N: We're back and we're nearing the end! Thank you to everyone who has been waiting patiently for the next chapter - I didn't mean for it to take so long, but, well, life đ€·ââïž Anyway, I'm very excited to share this chapter with you finally - I hope you enjoy!
Unbetaâd as usual. Please donât be a silent reader, Iâd love to hear from you! đ
Previous Chapter âŠïžÂ Paradise Masterlist

Despite his words earlier, Jungkook is in fact one of the first people on the dance floor when it opens. And of course, youâre right there with him. How could you say no when he holds his hand out and smiles at you like that - like nothing else would make him happier right now than you in his arms?
After all the time youâve spent admiring Jungkookâs moves when he dances for you, itâs a whole new perspective to get to experience them when youâre dancing with him. Part of that difference is due to the deejay keeping it wholesome with the song selections, since Jennie and Yoongiâs family members are the majority of the revelers surrounding you. So thereâs a lot less grinding and a lot more distance between the two of you.
You donât really try to keep up with him - itâs not that youâre a terrible dancer, itâs just that heâs so fucking good. His every movement is so natural, like heâs not even trying. He does show off just a little bit, when Jisoo eggs him on, slipping into a freakishly accurate robot that has a small ring of guests gathering around to cheer him on. The giant grin on his face tells you heâs enjoying the attention just as much as the faint blush on the tips of his ears tells you heâs just a little bashful about it.Â
After a few songs, the music finally slows a little, the crowd thinning as only couples are left. Jungkook draws you close, one arm sliding around your back as the other clasps your hand, holding it to his chest. The room around you falls away as he takes the lead, swaying with you around the floor.
âAre you having a good time, jagi?â he murmurs after a moment.Â
âI am, Kookie.â Lifting your head from his shoulder, you gaze into his eyes, feeling that familiar warmth overtake you when he returns your smile. âThanks for coming with me today.â
âLike Iâd turn down the chance for free food and drinks,â he teases, laughing when you huff and try to pull away, tightening his grip to keep you locked in place. âWhat? Iâm just being honest.âÂ
âAss,â you mutter, but you canât stop smiling, and neither can he. He lifts his arm, hand pressing lightly on your back to guide you in a spin, then brings you back into his embrace. You spot RosĂ© across the room, watching you and Jungkook dance, and she politely claps as you shake your head, grinning.Â
The beat picks up again, and your friends surround you and Jungkook. RosĂ©, Jisoo, and Jin all dance together as Lisa introduces Yi-Jeong to the group. Even Jennie and Yoongi join in, and itâs true what Jennie told you yesterday - her man definitely has moves. Everyoneâs happy and laughing, and youâre so full of joy you could just burst.
Jin suddenly twirls, facing Jungkook with an intense look on his face. The younger man takes a step back in surprise as Jin starts to rock his body back and forth, like heâs about to bust out a breakdance move. Is he seriously about to -Â
âOoh, dance battle!â Jisoo cups her hands around her mouth, yelling. Your other friends start whooping, forming a circle around Jungkook and Jin. Jisoo pulls you next to her from where youâve been standing, so youâre not between them anymore. âGet it, Bambi!âÂ
While the others around you are shouting encouragement, you just gaze silently between the two men, unsure if you should be joining in. Unsure if this is a friendly competition or if the tense vibes you feel radiating between them is something more. From the expressions on their faces, itâs clear that theyâre going to do this, so you just sigh, bobbing along to the beat, waiting for the show.Â
Jungkook stops gawking at Jin and begins bedrocking, swinging his hands as he faces Jin with a fierce look. Jin glares back, sticking his arms out as he undulates in a rather impressive wave, rolling his long limbs from left to right.Â
Itâs not until you hear clapping behind you that you realize that more people have joined the circle, crowding in behind you, shouting Jinâs name. Jungkook hears it too, his brow furrowing slightly. Itâs clear his competitive natureâs kicked in when he peels his suit jacket off. You hold your hand out for it automatically, feeling a swoop of heat in your stomach as he gives it to you with a wink.Â
The tip of his tongue slips out as Jungkook suddenly throws himself towards the ground, landing on one hand like heâs doing a handstand, and then kicks his legs out in a cartwheel kick. Heâs so smooth with it, inverting himself like itâs nothing, that you actually gasp.
Itâs like he cranked the volume up on the crowd, and someone - RosĂ©, maybe? - starts chanting Jungkookâs name. You canât help but add your voice to the mix.Â
Jungkook lands back on his feet and motions for Jin to go. Jin also takes his jacket off, jaw clenching firmly. He rolls his body a few times before bouncing into the Roger Rabbit, feet stepping quickly, arms flapping at his side like wings. Itâs surprisingly loose and funky, two words you donât typically associate with Jin.Â
Lisa yells, âGo chef!â and the crowd divides itself into two chants. Jin ends his turn with a little flourish, dusting imaginary dirt from his broad shoulders. But you know from Jungkookâs smirk that heâs undaunted, and without a secondâs hesitation, he swiftly dives to the floor, launching himself into a windmill.
Your friends explode into cheers, watching Jungkook roll round and round the floor. As he picks up speed, he tucks his arms up onto his stomach, doing the trick with no hands. Then he comes to a stop with a freeze, legs hanging in the air.Â
The crowd chants Jungkookâs name only as he rises to his feet. He straightens his tie, then gestures to Jin. Jin rocks for a few beats, a strange look in his eye.Â
Then he throws his hands out in front of him, holding one steady while the other mimics winding a reel.Â
âIs he - is he fishing for Jungkook?âÂ
You donât answer RosĂ© as thereâs no need to. Jinâs clearly doing the fishing pole move. One by one, the voices around you grow quieter. Jungkook blinks at Jin for a few seconds, obviously thrown by this decision.
Then he grins, flapping his hands by his face like fins.
âOh, wow, they share a brain cell,â Lisa says. âDid not see that coming.âÂ
Jisoo groans. âWell, this is anticlimactic. I was promised bloodshed.âÂ
âWho promised you that?â you ask, laughing. Feeling a tiny bit relieved.Â
The crowd departs, but the two men keep dancing. Jungkook pretends heâs been hooked, thrashing from side-to-side before dropping to the ground in his signature dolphin kick. Always a performer to the end, you think, as he hops back to his feet, and he and Jin take turns bowing to one another.Â
The smile on his face gets wider when Jungkook sees you clapping for him. He reaches for his jacket, and you impulsively press a kiss to his cheek, biting back a laugh as his eyes widen slightly.
âIf those are the moves you pull out for a dance-off, I canât wait to see what youâve got planned for later,â you whisper. Jungkookâs arm grips your side as he tilts his head to look at you. His touch is warm, but it canât match the heat in his eyes.Â
âCareful what you ask for, jagiya,â he replies, gaze dropping to your mouth so briefly that you almost miss it. âI need some water. Do you want anything?âÂ
You shake your head, and he disappears towards the tables. As soon as heâs gone, you feel someone brush your arm.Â
âOkay, Iâll give it to the kid - heâs got moves,â Jin declares, holding his hand out in an offer to dance. You silently take it, letting him pull you close as the deejay cues up a ballad.Â
Jinâs quiet for a few beats, leading you in small circles around the dance floor. It strikes you that this is the first time the two of you have really been face-to-face since yesterday, that weird standoff in the hallway earlier notwithstanding. You havenât had a chance to talk to him alone since -Â
âSo whatâs up with your boy?âÂ
You meet Jinâs gaze with a raised eyebrow. âJungkook? What do you mean?â
Jin shrugs, the movement jostling your hand where it rests on his shoulder. âI mean, he looked like he was ready to throw hands when he introduced himself earlier. Like he was just itching for a fight.âÂ
âAnd youâre not?â You snort when he blinks in exaggerated confusion. âOh, come on, all those snide little comments you were making at the table? Arguing with him about who has it worse? What was that all about?âÂ
Jin maintains his affronted expression for half a minute longer before he starts to laugh. âOkay, fine, I admit I was just pushing his buttons at dinner. In my defense, he made it too easy!â He laughs harder when you roll your eyes and start to pull away. âOkay, okay, Iâm sorry. But I had to do something to cheer myself up. It wasnât easy for me to sit there and watch the two of you together, to see the way you look at him.âÂ
Your curiosity tampers down your annoyance for a moment. âHow do I look at him?âÂ
Jin smiles, but it doesnât reach his eyes. âLike thereâs no one else in the world.âÂ
You glance away, unsure what to say to that. Your gaze flits around the room until it lands on Jungkook, finding him at one of the tables, chatting with Lisa and Yi-jeong. His nose crinkles as he laughs with your friend, tattooed hand coming up to swipe away the hair that falls into his face, and you hear Jin sigh.Â
âYeah, thatâs the look,â he says, shaking his head. He shifts his arm from your back, leading you into a gentle spin. âI was honestly surprised at how easy it was to antagonize him. Figured nothing I could do or say would bother him, knowing he won your heart.â
When you donât respond to that, staring at Jinâs bowtie instead of meeting his eye, he hums.Â
âOh, I see. You havenât told him yet.âÂ
Without warning, Jin dips you. You gasp, clutching his bicep to steady yourself.
âAre you having second thoughts?â he murmurs. His hand grips yours tightly, arm cradles your back, keeping you in place while his face hovers a mere breath above yours.Â
Itâs an intimate pose, the way he holds you now, yet just like yesterday, you feel nothing.
âNo. No second thoughts.â Youâve recovered from your momentary shock, voice steady as you reply. âIâm sorry, Jin, but like I told you yesterday, itâs Jungkook I want.âÂ
Immediately, youâre back on your feet.Â
âYeah, I didnât think so.â Jin grins a crooked grin. âHad to ask, though.âÂ
You roll your eyes. âIâm starting to regret this whole âletâs be friendsâ idea.âÂ
He ignores your jibe. âCan I ask you a serious question?âÂ
You take a moment to study his face before answering. All traces of humor have vanished as he waits for your response. Slowly, you nod.Â
âWhat are you waiting for?âÂ

The rooftop garden glows softly in the night air, lit by tiny lights strung along the trees and flowering plants. Hidden speakers strewn around the open space bring the music from the reception outside, providing a gentle soundtrack for a beautiful summer evening.Â
âWhere are we going?â Jungkook asks, hand clasped firmly in yours as you lead him out of the reception and across the garden.Â
In the corner of the roof, thereâs a small nook carved out between two potted cherry blossoms, their branches obscuring the two of you from any of the other guests milling about. Right now, you need a little privacy.
You also need a moment to gather your thoughts. Your stomachâs jumped into your throat at the thought of what youâre about to do, and your anxiousness makes it hard to think straight. It doesnât help that youâre slightly distracted by the sight in front of you.Â
Although the sunâs long since set, the air is still warm. Jungkookâs shed his jacket, has his tie loosened, sleeves rolled to his elbows, hand still in yours as he looks at you expectantly, patiently waiting for you to speak. You can see the moon reflecting in his bright eyes, and for a moment, youâre back in the elevator at your apartment, staring at your handsome neighbor, that shy man with the sweet smile.
It wasnât that long ago that he was a total stranger. Someone you saw occasionally at the mailboxes, someone who regularly ran away when you tried to talk to him. You didnât know anything about him back then - what he did, what he liked, what made him laugh. What his kisses felt like.Â
It wasnât that long ago, yet it already feels like a distant memory. One that you never want to return to. Knowing everything you know about him now, feeling everything you feel - you canât go back. Thereâs only one thing you need to do now - tell him.Â
No reason to wait a second longer.Â
Taking a deep breath, you squeeze his hand. âJungkook, I brought you out here because I wanted to tell you something. Iâm⊠ah, Iâm not very good at this kind of thing, but Iâm gonna try because I donât want to drag this out when I donât need to.âÂ
Jungkookâs eyebrows twitch slightly, but he doesnât say anything, so you go on.Â
âYou know how I went to Jennieâs yesterday? Um, Jin was also there, with Yoongi. He pulled me aside and told me that the job Wendy asked me to interview for is actually his show for Nosh. And then he started talking about the two of us working together and traveling and -â
âChoose me, jagiya.âÂ
âHuh?âÂ
His interruption throws you off from the rambly mess you were attempting to say. Jungkook reaches for your other hand, holding both against his chest, and gives you a shaky smile.Â
âChoose me, jagi. I know I donât have a career like Seokjin does, or his money, or - or even a guarantee that Iâll ever have either of those things. I probably canât promise you most of the things he can.â He pauses to draw a long breath, like heâs trying to slow himself down and not rush over his words, and oh, you want to kiss him so much right now. Even if this isnât how itâs supposed to go. âBut I can promise y-â
âNo no!â Itâs his turn to look surprised as you raise your hands to his mouth, muffling his speech. âJungkook, stop! I was trying to tell you that I ended things with Jin yesterday. You donât have to say another word because itâs over.âÂ
âMmtâs omer?â he mumbles against your fingers, eyes widening.Â
âYes, itâs over,â you giggle, uncovering his mouth, and suddenly all of your nervousness floats away on the evening breeze. âCome on, Kookie. Donât you know? Iâve already chosen. Itâs you. Itâs always been you.âÂ
Jungkook continues to stare at you with those big doe eyes as your words slowly sink in, and you canât help but smile, fondly, so, so fondly, that familiar sensation of warmth surging up from your chest, and you know now that it has a name, that buzz, that elation, that euphoria, and itâs on the tip of your tongue, just waiting for you to breathe it to life.Â
So you exhale.Â
âI think Iâm falling in love with you.âÂ
For just the slightest of moments - a fraction of a second, a single heartbeat - when he doesnât do anything, doesnât so much as blink or breathe, youâre scared youâve said too much. Itâs too soon, too fast, too everything.Â
But then he wraps his arms around you, holding you close enough that you can feel his own heart thumping wildly within his chest, and puts your fears to rest with four simple words, whispered softly against your lips. Â
âJagi, Iâve already fallen.âÂ
He kisses you, soft and slow, every touch so full of tenderness that you could cry. You tangle your fingers in his hair, desperately seeking something to hold onto, to keep you from floating right off the roof. Heâs fallen for you. Jungkookâs fallen for you.Â
You never knew your heart could hold so much.Â
All your nervousness from before has dissipated. Now the only reason your pulse races is the nearness of him.
âAre you in any hurry to get back in there?â he asks, tipping his head towards the party.
You shake your head.Â
He smiles. âGood.âÂ
He takes your hand again, locking his other arm around your back. You lay your head on his shoulder and close your eyes, listening to him sing along lightly with the music drifting across the rooftop. Even when the song changes to something more uptempo, he doesnât let go, just laces his fingers through yours and continues to sway with you beneath the stars.Â
Many songs later, when the two of you finally return to the party, you find that itâs already winding down. Jennie and Yoongi are making their rounds to say goodbye, needing to go home and pack for their trip to Jeju Island in the morning.Â
Jennie grabs your arm and pulls you away from Jungkook, waving the other bridesmaids over. âIâm gonna do it tonight!âÂ
Jisoo pinches her cheek. âBabe, youâve already done it. Thatâs why youâre late, remember?âÂ
âHa, ha.â Jennie smacks her hand away. âI mean Iâm gonna tell Yoongi Iâm pregnant, smartass.âÂ
âAh, Iâm so excited for you!â Lisa gives her a hug, and then youâre all hugging.Â
âHave you all had a good time tonight?â Jennie asks, not waiting for an answer. âThis has been the most amazing day! Thank you for everything, I couldnât have done this without you.âÂ
âYes, you could have,â you grin.Â
âOkay, true, I could have. But it wouldnât have been as much fun without you all. I love you so much!âÂ
âWe love you too. Now go celebrate with your husband!â RosĂ© giggles, emphasizing the last word with an energetic wiggle of her eyebrows.Â
âYeah, get out of here. Some of us have plans tonight but we canât leave until you do.â Jisoo declares.Â
âShe makes a good point,â Lisa chimes in, glancing over her shoulder at where Yi-jeong sits alone, clearly waiting.Â
âWow, okay,â Jennie laughs, but sheâs flying too high to really be mad. âIâll see you all in a week!âÂ
Itâs as you turn to walk back to Jungkook that you remember.Â
âOh! Lisa!âÂ
Your friend glances at you as you back away with a giant grin.Â
âPay RosĂ© her fifty bucks.âÂ
âWhy are your friends screaming like that?â Jungkook asks when you rejoin him.Â
You just smile and press a soft kiss to his cheek. âReady to get out of here?âÂ

Riding Jungkookâs motorcycle is a much more pleasant experience tonight than it was on your way home from your first date. The sky is clear above you as Jungkook expertly weaves through traffic, and youâre warm and dry sitting behind him, wearing his suit jacket, arms tight around his waist. You spend most of the ride hugging more than holding on to him.Â
Every few blocks, he releases the hand grip to let his palm rest on your thigh for a moment, squeezing gently. You think he means it as a reassuring touch, knowing how shaky you are with the entire concept of motorcycles to begin with, how just the thought of riding one still makes you nervous, but the actual effect he's having on you is far from comforting. Itâs driving you insane.
By the time you reach your apartment door, youâre feral with need. You toss Jungkookâs jacket onto the floor and Jungkook lets out a surprised yelp when you tug on his arm as heâs closing the door. He barely has a chance to turn the lock before youâre pulling him down, passionately kissing away his confused noise.Â
âB-baby,â he finally manages to stammer out after a few minutes of intense making out, âbaby, do you wanna move to the couch?âÂ
You shake your head. âNeed you now.âÂ
âYeah?â His eyes are so dark that it makes you shudder when he catches your gaze. âAlways so needy for me, huh? Just like the first time?âÂ
You remember that night, the way heâd fucked you against the hallway wall, both of you too desperate to even make it another ten feet to your bed. That same greedy desire burns through you now.Â
Thank god for the slit in your dress. Hitching your leg up, you wrap it around his back, guiding him back down on top of you.Â
âJust like that,â your voice trembles, back arching as Junghookâs hand snakes between you, rubbing at you through your dress. âAhh, fuck, just like that!âÂ
You grasp at the side zipper on the dress, fingers fumbling too much to yank it down as quickly as you want. Jungkook has to do it for you, helping you sit up long enough to shed the entire gown.Â
He sucks in a sharp breath. âJagi.âÂ
If you werenât already dying for him, the expression on his face when he sees you in the lingerie youâre wearing beneath your dress would do it.Â
âDoes it look better in person?â you ask, running your fingers over your chest, thumbs pressing in slow circles to wake your nipples, feeling them swell beneath the lace.Â
With a pained groan, Jungkook starts hurriedly tearing at his suit, throwing the items nearly halfway across the open space of your living room in his urgency, not stopping until heâs completely naked, cock already hardening between his legs.Â
âYeah,â he grunts, biting his lip to let his hands do the talking. They travel over your torso, up across your breasts, squeezing your hands so you grip yourself harder. He laughs at your little gasp, and then heâs swallowing your sounds with his eager mouth, knocking your legs apart with his knee so he can press his body to yours.Â
Your own impatience has you hooking your calves the backs of his thighs, bending your knees to urge him nearer. But no matter how close he is to you, itâs not enough, an itch you canât scratch no matter how much you try.Â
âI think this is going to have to come off now,â you frown, tugging at your bodice. You need to feel him, skin-to-skin.Â
âOh, not yet,â Jungkook says, voice near enough to be a growl. âPlease, jagi, keep it on a little longer. For me.â He looks at you with such a lustful gaze that you find yourself nodding, immediately caving to his wish. If he wants to fuck you in your lingerie, fine. There will be more time to feel him later.Â
There will be more time for everything you want with Jungkook.Â
His mouth reconnects with yours. You sigh into him as his fingers find the snaps at the crotch of the teddy. Heâs not gentle with them, practically ripping them open, but heâs more delicate as he slides his finger into you, finding you just as wet as always. He plunges two fingers in, and you know heâs trying to take his time and make sure youâre ready, but youâre too impatient for his consideration right now.Â
âCome on, Kookie,â you plead, cupping his chin to draw his gaze away from his work, âIâm ready. I need you now.âÂ
âShit,â he mutters, clearly reading your frustration. âAre you sure?â
âYeah. I wanna feel you.âÂ
He reaches for his pants, which have been flung over the back of the couch, and you stop him.
âNo, I mean, I want to feel you.â
Jungkook swallows hard, his Adamâs apple visibly bobbing. âJesus Christ, jagiya, youâre going to kill me.â He kisses you again, before his expression turns serious. âCan we? I mean, are you on something -âÂ
Laughing, you grab his face again, pulling him back to you for another kiss.Â
âI have an implant. And I havenât been with anyone since you and I have beenâŠâ you trail off, unsure what to call it. Dating? âNot since the last time I was tested.âÂ
âNo one?â He doesnât say the name, but you know what heâs asking.Â
âNo one.â You and Seokjin never got that far.
âI havenât been with anyone either.â Jungkook strokes his thumb along your cheek. âItâs just been you. Youâre the only one I want.âÂ
âThen have me.â With another sigh, you lift your hips, rolling against him.Â
Jungkook groans, and you barely have a second to breathe before his lips take yours again. Thereâs some shifting, you spreading your legs while heâs propping himself up on one elbow and lining himself up with his other hand, and then heâs sinking in, slowly, filling you up hot inch by hot inch, until heâs completely sheathed.Â
You got your wish. You can feel all of him. Itâs a new sensation, and itâs intense, but you can tell itâs even more so for him.Â
âOh, goddamn, jagi.â Jungkook presses his forehead to yours. His chest heaves as he holds himself completely still. âYouâre so - fuck.âÂ
âYeah? Is it that good?âÂ
He nods a little, eyes squeezing shut, and you run your fingers through his hair, trying to impart some comfort. As much as you want him to rail you through the floor right now, you donât want to rush him anymore.Â
âDoes it really feel that different?â
Jungkook shakes his head. âItâs not that. Thatâs part of it - you feel so fucking good, baby - but itâs - itâsâŠâ He huffs out a short breath, shaking his head again. âI donât know how to say it. Itâs everything.âÂ
And you understand exactly what he means, not by whatever heâs trying and failing to say, but by the look in his eyes.Â
âOh,â is all you can say, feeling your own words slipping away from you, as he starts to move.Â
His cock drags slowly, so slowly at first, his head bowing as he concentrates on the feeling of you, the way your cunt seems to suck him back in eagerly, walls clenching when he snaps his hips experimentally. He observes every breath that escapes you, every mewl and whimper, and adjusts his pace, the strength of his thrusts, all the while drowning in his own perception, the tight heat and wetness of your core making his eyes roll back in his head with each pump.Â
Neither of you speak after that, but you donât need to. Your bodies communicate everything youâre feeling, punctuated by the unrestrained noises you both make. Your nails rake down Jungkookâs back as he fucks into you, drawing whine after whine from him, broken cries of desire, of wanting you to hold him, claim him, just as heâs claiming you. Mine, your fingernails declare, inscribing his skin with scratches. Yours, his hips answer in return, powerfully driving into yours, connecting you again and again, faster and faster.Â
His hand clutches at the thigh youâve wrapped around his waist, fingers twisting around the garter straps, and you can tell from his unsteady panting that heâs close. Your own pleasure is nearing the precipice, but you know heâs going to reach his first. Which he confirms with a strangled whimper.
âJagi, Iâm - Iâm gonna come,â he grits through his teeth, brow furrowed, like heâs focusing all his energy on not coming right then and there. ââM sorry, I canât stop, I canât - â
âDonât stop, Kookie, donât stop!â You donât care if he finishes first. This isnât about just sex anymore. All you want is for him to feel as good as he makes you feel, all the time. âCome on, cum inside me. Give me everything, fill me up!âÂ
âFuck!â he grunts, moaning your name, and with only a few more thrusts, he follows your command. His hips jerk wildly as he gives in to the burning need beneath his skin and fills you with his hot release. It seems to go on and on, until heâs gasping, sagging against you weakly, too wrung out to hold himself up any longer. âHoly shit.â
You just hum, stroking his sweat-soaked hair, until he finally lifts his head.Â
âIâm sorry,â he says. âI got caught up in the moment. Too much going on in my head and - and, fuck, you felt too good.â He gives you a sheepish smile.
You shush his apologies with a laugh, wrapping your arms around him again, urging him to lay down, so his head rests on your chest. âYou donât have to explain. Itâs been⊠itâs been a long time since Iâve felt anything like this.âÂ
He sighs, moving slightly so he can leave light kisses over your covered chest. âMe too.â His hand trails lazily down your torso, following the swirls in the laceâs pattern. âIâm glad you said what you did. On the roof. I wanted to tell you before how I felt, but I was afraid youâd think I was rushing things.â His voice gets quieter. âIt wouldnât be the first time.âÂ
Thereâs a sadness in his tone, a naked vulnerability that makes your heart ache, so you squeeze him a little tighter. You know exactly what he means.Â
He raises his head a little, starts kissing his way down your stomach. âAre you stillâŠâ
âAm I still what?â You bite your lip as he reaches the apex of your thighs, gently nudging them further apart so he can lie in between.Â
Jungkook presses soft kisses to your inner thighs, one side, then the other, before he looks up at you. âWas that enough for you or are you still wanting more? You were so needy earlier, jagiya.âÂ
Of course you still want more. You donât think youâll ever get enough of him.Â
âYeah,â you say, your fingers combing his hair out of his face so thereâs nothing hiding him from you, just as thereâs nothing hiding you from him, âI want more. Please, Kookie.âÂ
The smirk that spreads across his lovestruck face sends your heart racing. Your back arches off the floor when he coaxes the first orgasm from you with his tongue, feels like it might snap in half by the time he pulls the second one with his fingers.Â
You melt into his embrace afterward, so thoroughly satiated, so utterly content, that you nearly fall asleep. But Jungkook coaxes you off the floor and into the bathroom, to wash his back in the shower before he tenderly scrubs yours, and then into bed, where the last thing you see before closing your eyes is the smile on his face as he whispers good night.Â

âWhat does this one mean?âÂ
Itâs late. Very late, sometime between midnight and early morning, when you should be asleep. Youâd awoken in need of some water, slipping out carefully, trying not to wake Jungkook, only to come back to find him up and waiting for you to return to bed. He wasnât just awake but up up, and you couldnât resist, climbing directly into his lap for a slow, lazy ride.Â
Now, youâre lying together, back pressed to Jungkookâs chest, with his arm draped beneath your breasts, as he gives you a tour of his tattoos. He tells you that most are symbolic, but a few have stories behind them, and you listen raptly to each one. Even though heâs probably tired, heâs indulging you, answering all your questions without so much as a single yawn.
He tilts his head to look at where youâre tapping on a striped snake. âThat one? Thatâs supposed to represent growth. You know, shedding my skin, like a snake.â He flexes his forearm and the snake moves as if undulating on its own. âDo you like snakes?âÂ
âI like them a lot more than spiders, I can tell you that,â you reply, giggling.Â
He laughs, watching silently as your fingers roam over his skin. Thereâs so much ink covering him, and youâre dying to know about all of it, filled with a buzzing curiosity despite the late hour.Â
âWhat about this one?â Gingerly, you trace over the orange tiger lily etched onto the inside of his forearm, as if afraid that pressing too harshly will cause the petals to crumple. Itâs gorgeously vibrant, the glowing color popping vividly against his skin.Â
âAh, thatâs my birth flower.â Jungkook laughs a quick laugh. âThat one was actually Taehyungâs suggestion. Do you know what the flower is supposed to represent?âÂ
âUh-uh.âÂ
âSelf-confidence.â He laughs again, shaking you a little as his chest vibrates. âHe said itâd be a good reminder when heâs not around, that I still need to be confident.â
âTaehyungâs a good friend,â you remark, and Jungkook hums in assent. He rubs mindlessly at the flower with his other hand, fingertips bumping against yours.Â
âYou know, thereâs another reason I got this one. A hidden meaning that tiger lilies are meant to express.âÂ
âOoh, a hidden meaning?â You tilt your head to peer at him. âAnd whatâs that?âÂ
Even in the dim light from your bedside lamp, you can see the tips of Jungkookâs ears turning red as he smiles bashfully, his eyes crinkling when he answers. âPlease love me.âÂ
Itâs impossible to resist kissing him, kissing that shy bunny smile that youâve adored all this time, so you donât even try, cupping his cheeks gently while you brush his lips with yours. When you pull away, his face is flushed, and he laughs, dipping his head in embarrassment even as he whispers, âKeep going.âÂ
You giggle, and kiss him again, and then stop. âOh! Wait a minute.âÂ
Jungkook lets out a small grunt of displeasure when you leave his embrace, but you return quickly, handing him a small frame from your desk.Â
âJagi, you framed this?â He stares through the glass at the tiger lily sketch heâd drawn for you, back when he asked you out on your first date.
âWell, yeah. It was too pretty not to.âÂ
You take your place between his legs again, his arm automatically sliding around your waist while he gazes at the picture. âBut it was just a quick little drawing. Itâs not my best work.âÂ
âSo? I think itâs beautiful. And⊠itâs from you.â You can feel your neck warming as you speak. âI like to keep it on my desk when Iâm working. Every time I get annoyed by something, I look at it, and it calms me down.â Your lips quirk in a little smile. âSo you can imagine that I look at it a lot,â you say, half-joking, half-not. Because itâs true, you do stare at it a lot. The drawing always brings you peace. Because it reminds you of Jungkook. So fiery and bright, but also so lovely and delicate.Â
âJagi,â Jungkook says again, swallowing thickly. His arm squeezes you closer.
You take the frame from his hand, placing it on the nightstand, before shifting to face him, legs straddling his as you loop your arms around his neck. âBe honest - were you sending me a hidden message with this?âÂ
His ears are burning red again. âMaybe. Guess it worked.âÂ
You surge forward, kissing the cheeky smile right off his face. His hands settle on your hips, holding you tightly, as if right now thereâs any danger of you leaving. Thereâs nowhere else youâd rather be, with no one else.Â
But youâre also wondering something youâve been wondering for a while now, and since heâs been so obliging so far, you decide to ask him one more question. âCan I ask you something?â
âJagi, all youâve been doing is asking me questions,â Jungkook grins.Â
You roll your eyes at his teasing tone. âYeah, okay, I just mean, can I ask about something that doesnât have anything to do with your tattoos?âÂ
He nods.Â
âIf I hadnât come to Paradise with my friends that night, would you ever have made a move?â
He clearly wasnât expecting that question, judging by the look on his face. His eyes fall out of focus as they stare unseeing at you, and you know heâs lost in thought. You give him the time to find his way to an answer, running your fingers through his hair soothingly while you wait.
âI donât know,â he finally admits. âIâd like to think that yes, I wouldâve gotten up the nerve to talk to you. But it mightâve taken a while. Seeing you at Paradise kind of gave me an opening.â
âI think this still wouldâve happened,â you tell him, suddenly filled with an unusual amount of confidence, bolstered by his hands on your waist, his eyes locked on yours, âall of this. I think we wouldâve ended up just like this.âÂ
âHow do you know that?â
âI wouldâve worn you down at the mailboxes,â you grin. âAt the rate we were going, it probably wouldâve taken a decade, but weâd get there eventually.âÂ
He laughs, hands locking behind your back as he holds you close. âOr maybe I wouldâve shown up at your door one night and danced for you. Maybe thatâs what I did in another universe.âÂ
âIâm sure it worked,â you murmur, leaning closer to his lips. âI think in any universe, we end up like this. Weâre just lucky that we got here so fast.âÂ
âThe luckiest,â he agrees, closing the space between you.Â
When you finally fall asleep again, you dream of falling through other universes, following the same dark eyes and wicked smirk through each.

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Ok this was so sweet, Jungkook being a sweet heart. I love how JK adores his daughter and how he reassures oc. Perfect ending for Knifes Edge.
Knife's Edge | Epilogue

; Mafia!Jungkook x Reader, Jimin x Reader
; Genre: Fluff, mild angst
; Word Count: 3.6k
; Synopsis: The Jeon Clan is Family, built on blood and loyalty. Itâs been an  unspoken fact that one day you will marry the heir to the Clan, Jeon Jungkook. You would be a fool to deny that you love him, but what happens when you meet a blue haired man who offers you a chance at normality?
; A/N: Recent interest in this series again has inspired me to finally write an epilogue - it's just fluffy nonsense, honestly. But I hope you enjoy it either way! Thank you for all the love on this series!
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Five Years Later
Humming quietly, you carefully take the baby foxglove out of its pot and place it into the hole you've dug. The dirt is soft and malleable - not too hard to dig, but not borderline mud, either. The plant looks tiny compared to some of the giants surrounding it, but you know this little one will grow taller than them all.
It might not be much now, but in a few months, it will be a few feet high and blossoming with delicate purple blossoms, the petals sighing down to the ground. Beautiful flowers that will hide a dark secret - foxgloves are as deadly as they are pretty.
That wasn't why you were planting it, though. You just thought they were pretty, the reason why you'd planted everything in the extensive garden of your home. The mansion Jungkook lived in, and now you, was huge and the gardens were equally so.
Neither of his parents had ever cared what the gardens looked like, so they'd just hired landscapers and gardeners to care for it. But when you'd married Jungkook and officially moved in, you'd asked if you could take over the garden beds. It was a new passion you'd discovered over the months leading up to your wedding - hours spent knelt in the dirt in between your classes and exams.
Unlike people, plants weren't judging. They didn't care what you'd done, or what you thought and they had no opinions of you. They just existed, and they were happy to get the attention.
It probably wasn't too healthy, but you'd used the plants as therapy. Hours upon hours had been spent with you whispering all your secrets to them, your hopes and dreams and fears and regrets being woven into their leaves as they grew. A real therapist would've been more helpful, but what kind of therapist would be able to help someone like you?
They'd have to be Clan approved, which in turn would mean you couldn't possibly tell them what you really thought. No one knew why Jungkook and you had suddenly had a rift so deep that he'd refused to see you for weeks. And everyone knew that something bad had happened - Jungkook was, and still is, infamous in the Clan for his weak spot for you.
Anything you told a therapist would be spread throughout the Clan like wildfire, the winds of gossip spreading the fires of rumour faster and higher than you could hope to outrun. The whole Clan would know that you'd cheated on Jungkook, that you'd betrayed him in the worst way a woman could in the Clan. On top of that, everyone would know that Jungkook had overlooked it - that he'd opted to forgive you for your transgression and love you still.
You'd be vilified for being unfaithful, and he'd lose all respect from the Clan he now ruled.Â
No, you couldn't tell anyone what had happened. A secret you would take to your grave, with only 3 people aware of it outside of yourself. And none of them had any interest in it getting out.
Still, you hadn't wanted the ghost of unsaid anger and resentment haunting your relationship, so you'd done a lot of research into therapy. Itâs not as good as going to an actual, qualified therapist, but it's better than nothing. Plus, you can only imagine the judgment if people find out Jungkook had been attending therapy - the backwards views of the Clan would have them screaming that he wasn't fit to lead if he was going to therapy of all things.
So you watched videos and you read things, until you had a basic understanding of how to navigate things. Jungkook and you talked things out instead of keeping secrets, you let him know if you were feeling lonely or sad and he let you know if he was feeling overwhelmed or unhappy. Some things you'd improvised yourself, all in the name of making sure you both communicated.
If there was an argument, then you would both write down why you were angry on a piece of paper and then let the other read it. Jungkook had thought this was silly at first, but getting out his stress and anger on paper instead of shouting it let him think through what he was annoyed over. Most of the time, you both discovered that you weren't angry at the other, but at something else and it had simply bubbled up.
Just last year, you'd both had an argument with you snapping at Jungkook for not taking his laundry upstairs. He'd snapped back, pointing out that he'd been busy all day and the laundry was the least of his worries. Cue a ten-minute argument before Jungkook grabbed a notepad, ripped out two pages and handed you a pen. The two of you had scribbled furiously, brows creased in concentration and jaws tight with frustration.
What had started with you being annoyed at him for not taking his laundry, after asking him many times, was revealed to be that you were feeling lonely in the big house on your own. He'd been busy, true, which meant he'd barely been home for a month and when he had been home, he'd been either asleep or locked in his office. Whilst you'd been able to graduate college and take a job as a teacher - much to the shock and horror of pretty much everyone in the Clan - it had summer vacation. You'd had no work to do during the time off.
As unhealthy as it was, he was still your only friend in the Clan - other women steered clear of you after the Incident - and you'd been desperately lonely and sad. Youâd had casual friends - acquaintances from work and a few elderly folks from the gardening club you'd joined, but no one you could be open and honest with. You'd wanted your husband, your best friend.
Ironically, Jungkook had been irritated by his work just like he'd said. But when he drove down into it, he was annoyed that the busiest period had occurred at the same time you were off work. He'd wanted to spend time with you, maybe even go on vacation, yet he'd barely seen you. Add on his irritation at idiotic people in the Clan putting people's lives in danger and he'd been a powder keg of annoyance.
Understandably, you'd both apologised once you'd figured out why the argument had happened. Though Jungkook had felt terrible that you'd been so sad - he'd never quite forgiven himself or the Clan for isolating you, even if it had been warranted at the time.
Patting down the soil around the plant until it's fully compacted, you hum lightly before brushing your hands together. Dirt falls to the floor from the gloves and you sit up, stretching your back with a wince and a groan. As much as you love being in the garden, your back certainly doesn't.
Standing, you grab the empty plant pots and begin to tidy up after yourself. It's meant to rain later tonight, so you don't bother watering the new plants.
Before you even get to the door that leads to the kitchen, you hear the low tones of Jungkook's voice from inside. He's home early, you think, you check the time on your phone before washing your hands in the sink.
âHere's mommy!â He coos, and you turn to see him holding your four-month-old daughter in his arms, her back to his chest. Jungkook grins at you over the top of her head, his hair perfectly gelled into place as dimples dot his tan skin.
He hadn't even bothered changing yet, still in his crisp all-black suit that he'd left in this morning. The only thing he was missing was his shoes - instead, he was just wearing black socks.
Hana squeals with excitement as she recognises you, chubby legs kicking out as her arms windmill and your heart swell with love and adoration for her. For him, too. A few years ago, you'd thought this would all be an impossible dream - yet here you are, married to him and with the perfect little girl.
âHey, beanie! You being good for daddy?â Leaning forward, you tickle her sides and smile in delight as she wriggles in Jungkook's arms. She's such a perfect baby and has been adored by Jungkook and you since you'd seen the two pink lines in the pregnancy test. Life without her was an impossible thought, and the whole Clan knew that Hana was more important to Jungkook than anything in the Clan. He didn't care if the idea of him being a loving parent shocked some of them, if anything he believed that there were people in the Clan who needed to see what an actual parent should be.
The only thing that concerned you was Jungkook's love for Hana and you were also well known to other Clans. A deep-rooted fear was that one of them would try to attack him through Hana, despite the high levels of protection he put in place. It was something that the two of you could only attempt to mitigate, as there was no way to completely cut off the threat. Even turning whistle-blower to the government wouldn't guarantee protection.
But Jungkook did what he could. You both at least had the relief of knowing that Hana, and yourself, were safe from the rival Clan in your city. Jimin had taken over a few years ago, and even though your friendship was much more sporadic than it had been, he'd made it clear that no one was to hurt you or Hana for fear of a war breaking out.
That was his excuse, but you knew he just didn't want you or your baby girl hurt. Whilst Jungkook wasn't exactly thrilled that you were still friends with Jimin in some way, he'd been grateful to find out that Jimin had given you friendship and comfort when the whole Clan had turned against you. He was even more grateful to find out the protection that Jimin had bestowed, and if it wouldn't have caused issues with both sides then he would have let you introduce Jimin to Hana.
No one could ever say Jungkook wasn't a reasonable person. If anything, he was too reasonable when it came to you, but he'd put aside his dislike of Jimin because he'd been the only person there for you in your darkest days.
âI'm guessing you turned off the monitor, as mine didn't go off.â You ask Jungkook, gesturing to the baby monitor attached to your belt. He liked to surprise you with her, and there was nothing more you loved than seeing your big, tough husband holding his tiny baby girl. You didn't understand the logic of it, but it made you want to do things that could not be spoken aloud around Hana.
âYeah, she was just starting to wake so I thought I'd take her instead of bothering you. You seemed pretty happy in the garden.â He replies, kissing Hanaâs dark hair fondly.
No matter what the Clan thought of you, there could be no denying that Hana was Jungkook's daughter. She'd inherited his eyes, from their shape to the way they seemed to shine at nothing. The two of them next to each other made the family resemblance even stronger.
You'd made some terrible decisions in your life, but you liked to think Hana made up for them. She sure made Jungkook happier than he'd ever been, which was more than enough for you.
Leaning forward, you kiss Hanaâs forehead and cherish the squeal of delight she gives at the affection. She adores her mommy and daddy - you won't accept anyoneâs comments that she's a baby and they all love their parents that much. Hana, of course, is special.
âSomeone's had a good nap, haven't you? You get it from your daddy, he sleeps like a log, too.â Smiling, you tickle her stomach around Jungkook's arms and enjoy the sharp peals of laughter she gives. Pregnancy hadn't been fun, and there were nights when you questioned why you'd done this, but it all went away when you heard that laughter.
âThe sleep genes are strong in the Jeon's.â Jungkook laughs, leaning past Hana to press a kiss to your lips. He's not wearing his lip ring, or his earrings, as Hana had a habit of grabbing them and not letting go. Jungkook might be the head of an entire Clan that does plenty of shady shit, but he whined like a baby himself when Hana was tugging on those rings and you were constantly afraid she was going to accidentally rip them from him.
You missed them, but he put them back in for date nights or when he was going to his job. Miss Hana would have to wait till she was older to get to see daddy with his piercings again.
You're distracted away from that thought process by the way Hana starts making familiar noises, her tiny body bouncing in Jungkook's arms whilst her eyes are focused firmly on your chest.
âOkay, looks like someone is hungry.â You say, reaching out and taking Hana into your arms. She almost immediately starts nuzzling, trying to root out her source of food and makes some cranky noises when your top prevents her from reaching her goal. Itâs a familiar process by now, and you take comfort in it as you head through to the living room - despite the house becoming Jungkookâs after he took over for his father, the two of you only use half of it, with the other half still housing his parents.
Youâd had no interest in kicking them out of their home, especially as you thought this house was ridiculously large anyway. So, instead, Jungkook renovated the mansion until it was technically two houses in one with an office section in the centre for Clan business. It gave you the privacy you needed, without taking away from the prestige it gave to Jungkook. You didnât have to worry about Clan business being brought into your personal space, as there was no way to access your side from the offices.
The living room was still an obscene size, but youâd chosen an equally large sofa to take up most of the space. It was somewhere that Jungkook and you enjoyed laying on to relax after a long day, and Jungkook had installed a screen projector instead of a TV. Hana was going to love this room when she was older, and you could already see the fights between her and Jungkook when they wanted to watch something in particular.
âHang on, lemme just sort this-â Jungkook mutters as he moves past you, heading over to where the corner of the sofa intersects with the other part and patting the cushions into place. He was the master at creating a snuggle zone for you with enough support that nursing Hana didnât cause any backache, but today you wanted to enjoy the fact he was here with you.
âCan you sit with us? Or let me lean on you?â You ask, bouncing Hana lightly as you try to distract her enough until heâs done. Sheâs getting impatient though, and the soft whining sounds are starting to turn a little more upset. Another few minutes and sheâll start crying.
Jungkook pauses, looking up at you with raised brows before smiling. He doesnât even try to hide the happiness that takes over, and your heart skips a little at the pure joy and love radiating from him.
âYeah, gimme a sec.â He says, rearranging the cushions so itâs comfy for two to sit in before quickly taking off his jacket. Itâs thrown onto the sofa without a second glance, and you take a moment to wince at the elegant fabric - itâs going to crease and you know for a fact that jacket is worth a few grand. But heâs never cared about stuff like that, and you need Hana fed sooner rather than later so you donât mention it.
âOkay, come on princess, letâs get our little bean fed.â Standing back for a second, Jungkook grins at you happily as he rolls the sleeves of his shirt up his forearms, revealing the ink on them that is a colourful contrast to the rest of him. He sits down and holds out an arm, which you happily sink into before readjusting until youâre comfortable enough to sit for a while.
Hanaâs face creases and the first sounds of that heartbreaking cry start to leave her. Hurriedly, you coo to her as you lift your shirt and pull your nursing bra down slightly. Thereâs a brief moment where youâre worried sheâs going to start screaming, but her mouth latches onto your nipple and almost immediately she settles as she begins to feed heartily.
Letting out a deep breath, you let your head roll back onto Jungkookâs shoulder before smiling at him.
âCrisis averted.â You laugh, wincing ever so slightly as Hana suckles a little too painfully. Jungkook smiles at you and looks down at his little girl, his smile turning so soft. Being around Hana is always so soothing to him, even when sheâs screaming with tears flowing because sheâs the complete opposite of his job as the head of the Clan. Sheâs peace and joy and happiness and love whereas his job is often anger and frustration and violence.
Heâs made it clear to you that Hana will get to do whatever she wants when she grows up. If she wants to go to college, she can or if she wants to join the Clan, then she can. Jungkook refuses to let her gender hold her back, and even though he doesnât want her involved in the dark side of his life, heâs going to let her decide. If she wants to walk away from the Clan forever, then heâll do whatever it takes to make sure sheâll live a safe life. Thereâs going to be those in the Clan who will bristle at these decisions heâs making, but heâs already told you that he doesnât care. His daughter and her happiness are more important than anything else, and youâll support him 100%.
Sighing quietly, you let yourself relax and just watch Hana as she feeds. Her life is so uncomplicated right now, and sheâs got so much to look forward to as she grows.
âAre you happy?â You ask Jungkook, not even realising you were thinking the words until theyâve left your mouth. Thereâs a moment of silence as Jungkook processes what youâve said, and you feel him tense ever so slightly.
âYeah? Why wouldnât I be?â The tension in him is from confusion more than anything else, and you let out a soft sigh before shifting until the back of your head is resting in the crook of his neck. Of course, heâs happy, why wouldnât he be? But deep down inside, you know that youâve never forgiven yourself for what you did, and thereâs a part of you thatâs still waiting for the other shoe to drop.
The small part of you thatâs terrified youâll make a mistake one day and Jungkook will throw you out again, only this time keeping your daughter. Itâs ridiculous, and you know that heâd never do it, but youâve never been able to get rid of that tiny voice that says dark things to you in the back of your mind.
âIgnore me, seriously, ignore me - Iâm happy and I know youâre happy. I love you. Hana is perfect, and I love her so much. Sheâs the best present youâve ever given me. I dunno, Iâm just tired and taking crap.â Letting out a huff of laughter, you inhale deeply and let it out in a slow motion. Youâre not lying, you are tired lately and still hormonal. A four-month-old baby who relies on you to feed her means that youâre exhausted, and youâre already feeling your body start to shut down as you sit comfortably in the arms of your husband with the warm weight of your baby against you.
Jungkook presses his lips to your temple, letting them rest there for a moment.
âOne day, youâll finally believe me when I say I forgive you. But Iâll say it again - I forgive you, and I love you, and I donât want to spend a day of my life without you. If I died tomorrow, then Iâd die happy knowing I got the chance to love you and Hana. So yes, Iâm happy and Iâve been happy and Iâll be happy. Please, stop beating yourself up for it.â He kisses your head again, and youâre too tired and hormonal to be hearing his words rationally.Â
You start to cry, your chest heaving in a way that makes Hana grumble at being jostled but the thought of him being gone makes your heart ache so painfully.Â
âPlease donât die, please.â Your plea makes him laugh quietly, and he wraps his arm around your front, just above where Hana is, and hugs you.
âOkay, okay, those were the wrong words to say when youâre nursing. My bad, forget I said it. Iâm gonna die, okay? JustâŠfocus on that I love you. I love you, princess. Always have, always will.â Tears falling down your face, you tilt your head up until youâre able to kiss him. Itâs nothing vulgar or intense, but the depth of emotions in that small kiss makes you feel so much.
âI love you, too. And Hana, I love her so much.â
Everybody needs a Jungkookie in their life. So sweet and caring.
Because, I Love You | 13

; Genre: Fluff, angst
; Word Count: 2k
; Warnings: References to alcohol use,
; Synopsis: According to society, Jeon Jungkook should not be with you. He should  be with a younger, hotter and thinner girl instead of wasting his time  on you. Itâs a good thing Jungkook doesnât care what society thinks  then.
; A/N: Took a long time for this one! It's not very long but...we all love Jungkook being massive heart eyes for his girl, right?
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Jungkook paused in the doorway, half in the bathroom and half in the bedroom. Of all the things he'd expected on his wedding night, it hadn't been to see his new wife sprawled on the bed, fast asleep in her wedding dress.
Yet, there you were.
Smiling, he shook his head slightly before he began the arduous process of removing his tuxedo. It looked good, but there were so many damn buttons everywhere. By the time he was in just his boxers, he let out a sigh of relief at the freedom of not being wrapped up like a present.
Quickly, he pulled on some clean boxers and a plain white shirt before turning to you. Now, how did he resolve this?Â
You'd enjoyed yourself throughout the reception - drinking freely with friends and family alike. Although you were trying for a baby, you'd tested negative (yet again) so had decided to fully embrace the evening. Which you most definitely had, and he'd never seen you this drunk before.
As pleased as he was to see you carefree and happy, he'd limited his drinking because of the twist in his stomach. You might deny it, but he knew that you wouldn't have been drinking as much if the day had gone smoother. If his mom hadn't been a bitch of astronomical proportions. So he'd drank enough to be merry, but no more - he wanted to be sober enough in case anything else happened, or if you needed him.
You hadn't for most of the night, except that moment when he thought you were accidentally going to fall into a table full of empty glasses. Now, though, he was glad that he could think pretty straight. He'd swapped to water a while ago, so he wasn't drunk but wasn't sober either.
Which means he has to make sure you go to bed comfortably. You might be sleeping well now, but he's positive you won't enjoy waking up if you're still in your dress and a full face of makeup.
Sighing, he heads back into the bathroom and is glad that you've both decided to save money by coming back home instead of booking a room for a second night. It meant that all the stuff he needed was right here, instead of trying to forage through suitcases.
Grabbing what he needs from your skincare basket, he shuffles back into the bedroom and eyes you once more. The pillows are going to need washing - he can see the makeup has already smeared on the bedding. Something for later.
"Right, let's get you comfy." He mutters to himself, placing the items on your bedside table before crouching beside the bed. You're facing away from him, so he's got relatively easy access to the fastenings at the back of your dress. As much as Jungkook would love to boast that he got you out of your dress fast, itâs actually him five minutes of quiet cursing and frowning. He's half-convinced they sewed into you the damn thing, but finally, the dress is loose enough that he'll be able to get you out.
"Okay, come on baby. Work with me." Jungkook says, sitting on the bed and gently pulling you into a matching position. You instantly fall against him, your face mashed into his neck and he realises he'll probably need to change his shirt again. Shaking his head in amusement, he presses a kiss to your temple before beginning the process of carefully pulling the dress down your arms.
He doesn't want to cause any damage to it, but it's absurdly hard when you're laying like a dead weight against him. After a few minutes of effort - honestly, he should be a lot better at undressing you by now - he lays you down on your back. The dress is now fully off your arms and shoulders, and he carefully pulls it down until itâs passed over your hips and finally your legs.
"Yes!" Jungkook exclaims, before wincing and glancing back over to you. Why he thinks that will wake you up when he's just been jerking you around for five minutesâŠwell it's always the thing you least expect.
Finding a hanger, he slots it into the sleeves of your wedding dress and fastens it just enough to make sure it won't fall off. He doesn't have that fancy bag it came in, so he takes it into the closet and hangs it up. The bottom of it piles on the floor and he twists his lips in annoyance, but there's not much he can do about it.
Heading back out, he grabs one of his oversized shirts before spending the next few minutes wrangling you into it. It's big on you, something he knew you'd be happy about. He'd enjoyed oversized shirts before, but they weren't big enough to be oversized on you. You'd never said anything, but he'd been able to tell that you were upset you couldn't wear his clothes.
So he'd bought even bigger shirts, and the problem was solved. He got to be comfy and you got to wear his clothes without feeling self-conscious. Not that he told you he'd bought them, instead he'd just dressed you one day and smiled at the surprise on your face.
Now, they were your favourite type of pyjamas and leisure wear. After the long day, he was sure you'd be happy to be in some comfy clothes again.
Grabbing the stuff he'd brought from the bathroom, he knelt next to you, crossing his feet as he rested on them and frowned down at it all in his lap. You needed your makeup taken off - he'd learnt long ago that girls didn't like wearing makeup to bed, and given you were probably going to wake up hungover, he wanted to try and make it at least a little better for you.
Chewing his lip ring, he takes out a makeup wipe from the pack and begins to carefully wipe it along your face. Foundation and blusher and other stuff he's vaguely aware of leave your face and stain the wipe. It takes two whole wipes to get all the face makeup off, and he then has to focus on your eyes.
Now he has to be extra gentle. He's watched you do this many times, and he's pretty confident he can do this. Or he hopes so.
All the pretty colour that had enhanced your eyes transfers to the wipe, and he carefully peels the false eyelashes from your eyelids. He's not entirely sure what to do with them, but he presses them onto a clean piece of tissue in case you want to keep them or something.
Finally, you've got a clean face and you haven't even stirred in your sleep.
"Best husband ever." Jungkook whispers to himself, frowning in concentration and biting his tongue as he wets a cotton wipe with cleanser. Sure, he might be doing this wrong, but he's trying! It's the thought that counts.
Next comes your moisturiser, which he carefully dots onto your face before rubbing it in. It amazes him how you don't even twitch as he massages your face, the moisturiser sinking into your skin to give you all the health benefits you lose. After that, he carefully adds some eye cream to your eyelids and under your eyes - you do this every night, and he does pay attention - before coating your lips in some of your lip sleeping mask. The pot is tiny, and his fingers are big, but he manages to not scoop the entire thing out by accident.
Finally, he sat back and looked over his work. Sure, it probably wasn't as in-depth as you would have done it, but it was good enough. Your skin was clean and had that shine it always did after you'd moisturised, the look of health.
He couldn't help the fact that you were likely to wake up feeling like death, but he could at least make sure your skin didn't suffer for the day's activities. If he wasn't so unsure of whether he might accidentally make you choke, he'd try to brush your teeth as well.Â
Gathering everything up, he put it all back into their places in the bathroom before brushing his teeth. The movement makes the rings on his finger shine in the light and he can't stop the grin as he looks at them. His friends had thought it a bit odd that he'd got an engagement ring, too, but he hadn't cared. He'd wanted the physical reassurance, and now he had the wedding band to go with it.
If only the day had gone as well as he'd imagined - his anger at his mom was still bubbling underneath everything, and he knew that his therapist was going to have a field day with this when he saw him again. Jungkook knew one thing, though, and that was that he'd never forgive his mom. There were things you didn't do, and today was one of them.
She'd burned the bridge between them both today, and he had no intention of rebuilding it. The last thing he wanted was for her to poison his new marriage and potential future children. She'd had her chance, and she'd ruined it.
Spitting into the sink, he sighs deeply before turning the lights off and walking out. Somehow, you'd managed to wriggle under the covers whilst he'd been in the bathroom and all he could see was the top half of your head, your nose peeking out cutely from the covers. His chest swells once more with love, and he nods to himself.
Yep, he'd made the right decision today. He loved his mom, he did, but he couldn't let her run his life with her venom. Jungkook had a wife now, and one day he'd hopefully have children, who didn't deserve to have someone so cruel and mean in their lives.
Climbing into bed and turning off the light on his bedside table, he shuffles down and lets out a quiet groan as the muscles in his body finally relax. He was young and in the best shape of his life, but the day had been long and tiring.
Heâd woken early from nerves, working out frequently to try and shed some energy before the wedding, the wedding itself and then the reception after where he danced and laughed with friends and family. All of that would have tired him out on a normal day - he wasn't exactly Mr Outgoing on the best of days.
But he'd had a lingering tension that had made his body feel like he was standing on a live wire ever since his mom. Despite how everything had carried on smoothly, he'd found himself clenching his jaw and fists many times throughout the night, and his head hurt now.
Taking in a deep breath, he lets it out slowly as he stares at the dark ceiling. His therapist is going to have a fucking field day with all this to unpack.
Blowing out slowly, he rolls onto his side and shuffles closer to you. Normally, the two of you don't sleep cuddled - that's something people who've never shared a bed long-term have done. Your normal positions to sleep were on your sides, back to back. The cuddle was for a few minutes after you got in bed.
But right now, he wanted the inconvenience of it - the dead arm, the overheating, the restless legs and all the other annoying things. Jungkook needed to feel you in his arms, to feel that you were here with him and that the stress and tension of the day were worth it.
Pressing his face into your shoulders, he slid his arm around your waist and managed to wedge his leg between yours. It won't be comfy for long, but he doesn't need long.
As he said, he was tired and he'd always been good at falling asleep. Sure enough, it's only a few minutes before the only sound in the bedroom is the deep breaths of sleep.Â
I love Paradise Jungkook, he is sexy and sweet. Love the friendship between all the girls. This is just a fun story to read.
Paradise | JJK - Fourteen

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Genre: smut, neighbors to lovers (not quite friends but not quite strangers), slow burn, love triangle, Stripper!AU
Rating: M (18+)
Warnings: drinking, references to blow jobs that happened like 60 seconds before the chapter starts, Jungkook's a bit possessive, Jin's a bit jealous, mentions of pregnancy, references to sex, 2021 AMAs Jungkook is the wedding visual, special guest stars Woosung and El Capitxn
Word Count: 7.5k
Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I donât own BTS - they just inspire me
Summary: That sexy man on stage - the one currently giving your friend the lap dance of her LIFE - is your super shy neighbor, Jeon Jungkook?!
A/N:Â Happy two years of Paradise!! đ Two years ago today, I posted the first chapter of what was going to be a five-part series. So to say I can't believe we're here is really no joke!! Thank you to everyone who has read, commented, reblogged, sent me asks or DM'd me about this series - this is all because of you! đđđ
Unbeta'd as usual. Please donât be a silent reader, Iâd love to hear from you! Taglist is open. đ
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Turns out that impulsiveness looks pretty good on you.Â
Or so you think to yourself, catching your reflection in the mirror of the menâs room as you leave Jungkook to collect himself after giving him the best blow job of his life (your words - although, based on the look on his face as youâd swallowed, you might not be far off).Â
You hadnât planned on dragging him into the bathroom like that, but upon seeing him walk out onto the terrace in that grey belted suit, looking like an absolute dream, well, you simply could not help yourself.
You also hadnât meant to tell him you missed him last night. But you had, because you did. God, when had you turned into this - this massive simp? It was only yesterday morning that youâd woken up in Jungkookâs embrace. Youâd barely spent 24 hours apart - so why were you so desperate to get back into his arms?
Of course, none of this matters right now. There are only minutes to go before the ceremony begins, and you need to pull your head out of the clouds and get back to Jennie and the others. Starting by escaping the menâs room sight unseen.
âYN!âÂ
Or not.
As soon as you close the door, you hear Jinâs voice calling to you. Heâs standing at the other end of the little hallway, near the entrance to the reception room.
âHey,â you reply, trying to be the most nonchalant youâve ever been in your life, as if you werenât just gagging on Jungkookâs dick in a public bathroom.Â
Jin smiles as you approach, but thereâs a gleam in his eye that makes you nervous, and youâre so busy trying to come up with a valid excuse for why he saw you emerging from the menâs room that you apparently forget how to walk, trip over the hem of your gown, and crash directly against his chest.Â
âEasy, tiger!â he laughs, arms locking around your back as he helps you stand back upright. âIâm used to ladies throwing themselves at me, but only youâve taken it literally.âÂ
You roll your eyes, but youâre pretty sure heâs not lying about fighting off admirers, given that he looks like a supermodel in his crisply tailored tuxedo. His bowtie is a little crooked thanks to being squashed by your face during your ungainly landing, so you gently fix it, and Jin thanks you with a soft grin.Â
âI left my glasses at home, so tell me - did I just see you leav-â Jin suddenly stops in the middle of his sentence, his gaze drifting over your shoulder. âOh. Nevermind, I see.â He takes a step back, arms falling from your waist.
Another hand slips into yours.Â
Jungkook didnât wait very long before following you out of the restroom. He squeezes your hand as you glance at him, but he stares directly at Jin, nostrils flaring slightly, eyes narrowed, lips pursed tightly as if - as if -
Oh, shit.Â
âYou left this behind, jagiya.â Jungkook turns to you, his face shifting into a softer expression as he produces your clutch like some sort of trophy. You mustâve left it on the counter. âDid you want me to hold it during the ceremony?âÂ
Your brain is lagging severely at the moment, trying to process two major facts at once. Fact one: Jin obviously realized that you were with Jungkook in the bathroom. Fact two: you completely forgot to tell Jungkook that Jin would be at the wedding. Which, given the events of the last 24 hours, itâs understandable that it slipped your mind, but this isnât how youâd expected to officially introduce them. And he doesnât exactly look thrilled to run into him now.Â
On top of that, Jungkook has asked you a question. And is now waiting for an answer, while Jin watches in polite silence.Â
âUm. Yes. Sorry, yes, can you keep an eye on it for me?âÂ
Jungkook nods, tucking the clutch into his jacket and patting it lightly. âOf course,â he says, nodding solemnly, as if youâd just asked him to protect precious goods and not a cheap bag full of tissues and mints.Â
Jin clears his throat lightly.Â
âOh! Iâm sorry, Jin, this is Koo- Jungkook. Jungkook, Jin.âÂ
Of all the ways for these two to meet, this might not be the most embarrassing, but itâs definitely up there. Thereâs still a bit of Jungkookâs taste lingering on your tongue as the two men shake hands, Jin wincing slightly.Â
You try to quickly fill Jungkook in. âJinâs the best man.âÂ
âSure am.â Jin grins.Â
âHe and Yoongi grew up together,â you add, ignoring Jinâs little interjection, knowing that Jungkook didnât miss it based on the way his jaw flexes violently, as if heâs gnashing his teeth.Â
âNice to meet you, Jungkook. Thatâs quite a grip you have there.â Jin slides his hands into his pockets. âYNâs told me a little about you.â
âNice to meet you, too,â Jungkook replies, inclining his head slightly. His hand returns to yours, fingers locking firmly. âWish I could say the same, but YN never mentions you.âÂ
You try to control your face as you look at Jungkook. What did he just say?
Jin just grins wider. âSo⊠she said youâre a dancer?âÂ
âYeah, I'm a dancer. But Iâm also an artist,â Jungkook replies, chest puffing out slightly.Â
âYes! You should see his work, Jin. Heâs an incredibly talented painter,â you add, and the corner of Jungkookâs mouth twitches, like heâs holding back a smile. âI might actually have a photo on my phoneâŠâÂ
Jungkook doesnât give you any time to check. âYâknow, I think Iâve heard of you. Youâre a cook, right? I think my halmeoni watches your show.âÂ
If Jungkook intended that as a jab, Jin shows no sign that he felt it. âWell, technically, Iâm a chef. And a restaurateur. But yes, I do host a successful cooking program - actually, itâs about to be turned into a series for a major network.â
âRight. So like I said. You cook.â
Jinâs the one twitching now, his eyebrow rising slightly at Jungkookâs blasĂ© tone. But rather than looking annoyed, Jin looks amused. Meanwhile, Jungkook is still glowering. You, though? Your smile feels a little strained as you try not to react to the snarky shots being fired off around you. Jungkook seems more rattled than youâd expected by Jinâs presence. Youâve never heard him talk like this.Â
âYouâre right, I do cook a little,â Jin laughs. âIâd like to think Iâm pretty good at it. But YN could tell you, since Iâve cooked for her a few times.â He glances at you, the sparkle in his eye youâd noted earlier back and twinkling a little too merrily for your comfort. âFrom what I remember, sheâs been pretty satisfied every time.âÂ
And youâd thought this couldnât get any more awkward than running into Jin post-beej. How silly of you.Â
Jungkookâs fingers grip yours tighter. âAnd yet not satisfied enough to ever bring it up. Huh. Sounds like it was kinda forgettable.âÂ
Jinâs eyes flicker to yours questioningly and you cringe, still struggling to come up with anything to say that could make this conversation less tense. At this point, youâd be better off wishing for the ground to open up beneath you, as useless as your brain is being.
Jin coughs. âAnyway, YN, Yoongi asked me to tell you to tell Jennie that the officiant is running a little late. Nothing to worry about!â he adds hastily upon seeing your concerned face. âJust caught in traffic. But on his way.âÂ
Great, another thing for Jennie to stress out about. âOkay. Iâll let her know.âÂ
Guests are starting to fill up the rows of chairs on the other side of the glass wall. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Lisa heading towards you, waving your bouquet. Thankful for the interruption, you stretch out your hand.Â
âCome on, weâre cutting it close on time!â she announces. âHey, what happened to your lipstick?âÂ
âUhâŠâ Rather than answer, you opt for escape, tugging on Jungkookâs hand lightly to urge him to follow you. âOne sec, Lis. Come on, Jungkook, letâs find you a seat.âÂ
âSee you at the altar!â Jin calls behind you, and you wince, feeling Jungkook stiffen momentarily.Â
Thereâs an empty chair on the end of a row on the brideâs side. Jungkook folds himself into it, placing your clutch delicately on his lap.Â
âUm, so, we already took photos earlier, so Iâll just come find you after the ceremony.â
âOkay.â Jungkook chews on his bottom lip, nodding.Â
An unsettling feeling comes over you. Should you apologize for not telling him about Jin? Or say something about what just happened in the hallway? What did just happen, anyway?Â
Through the glass, you can see Lisa waving, pointing at her watch. Shit. Whatever happened, youâll just have to talk about it later.
As you turn to leave, Jungkook grabs your wrist. He threads his fingers through yours, pulling you closer to him, until his lips brush your cheek. âSee you soon, jagiya.â He gives you another soft smile, sunlight sparkling in his eyes. The angry scowl from the hallway is nowhere to be seen.Â
Your head is a mess as you follow Lisa. How had you not mentioned to Jungkook that Jin would be here? Damn, maybe he was right - maybe you really never talk about Jin.Â
Both men had warned you when you started dating them that they could get competitive. Apparently that meant passive aggressive disses and weirdly possessive behavior. If this is how the two of them are going to behave, youâre in for a long day.Â
A small room cordoned off from the rest of the rooftop restaurant has been turned into the brideâs waiting room. Jisooâs doing a last pass on Jennieâs makeup when you arrive. She takes one look at you and reaches for a tube of lipstick sitting on the makeshift vanity.Â
âBabe, what happened to you? You look stressed.âÂ
RosĂ© hums in agreement. âI expected you to stumble in here looking more satisfied than that. You dragged Jungkook away at lightning speed!âÂ
âPucker up,â Jisoo orders you, and you obey, letting her fix your lips.Â
âMmm, well, I found her talking to both Jungkook and Jin in the hallway, so maybe that has something to do with it?â Lisa pipes up, eyebrow raised.Â
âOh shit, did something go down?â RosĂ© asks, a little too excited for your taste.Â
âWell, actually,â you start to say, then shake your head. This is the last thing you need right now. This day is too important to be derailed by your love life. âIâm fine. Everythingâs fine. Oh, but Jin did say that the officiantâs running a little late, Jennie. Heâs on his way, so thereâs no need to panic, but the ceremony might start a few minutes later than planned.âÂ
âOh, see, Jennie? I told you there was no reason to worry - now youâre not the only one whoâs late!âÂ
âJisoo!â Lisa hisses. RosĂ© covers her mouth to suppress her giggles.Â
Jennie, who has been sitting silently since you walked in, inspecting her appearance in the makeup mirror, lets out a strangled sound thatâs a cross between a laugh and a wail, and buries her face in her hands.Â
âGirl, please do not make me fix your makeup again,â Jisoo pleads as she crouches next to Jennie. You pull up a chair next to her and sigh, rubbing Jennieâs arm lightly.Â
âJiâs lame attempts at humor aside, how are you feeling?â you ask.
Your best friend is absolutely radiant in her white gown, dark hair tumbling in gentle waves down her back as she turns to you.Â
âIâm still okay. I know things were a little⊠dramatic yesterday, but really, Iâm okay today. You guys donât have to keep asking me how Iâm feeling.â Jennie clasps your hands, giving you a soft smile. âIâm excited and Iâm nervous but more than all of that Iâm ready to marry the love of my life.â She pauses. âI think maybe I should use the bathroom again, though. I guess I have some time.âÂ
âIâll help you,â Lisa volunteers, gathering Jennieâs train and following her out of the room.Â
Youâre quiet until the door closes behind them. âOkay, was anyone else expecting her to freak out about the ceremony starting late?âÂ
âSheâs keeping it together, somehow,â Jisoo shrugs. âI think sheâs still a bit in shock, honestly. But sheâll be okay.â
âSheâs fine, as long as no one mentions anything about the you-know-what,â RosĂ© informs you, crossing her arms as she glares at Jisoo.Â
âYou donât have to censor yourself when sheâs not in the room.â Jisoo rolls her eyes.Â
Your friends fall into their usual bickering, but youâre too deep in your thoughts about Jennie to bother telling them to knock it off. Maybe Jisooâs right and sheâs still adjusting. Just another reason to try to stay focused on her and make sure everything goes perfectly for her and Yoongi.
Itâs the least you can do for your friend, after the day she had yesterday.

Yesterday
Friday morning brings you a sweet surprise. You werenât expecting to wake up with Jungkook in your bed. He spent most of the night making you forget all about Taehyungâs joking offer to drop to his knees at your promise to help him, doing such a good job that youâd almost forgotten your own name, too. Youâd figured heâd slip out in the middle of the night after youâd fallen asleep.Â
You were wrong. Heâs still here, all messy bedhead and sleepy eyes, laughing quietly about alarm clocks and wrapping you up in his arms. He follows you like a puppy as you start your morning routine - into the shower, back into your room, and then into your kitchen - and honestly itâs no wonder that you decide to take the day off to spend it with him. The thought of repeating yesterday and hanging out with him all day is too tempting to refuse. Even though youâll see him pretty much all day tomorrow at the wedding - look, if heâs down for it, then why not?
And then somehow the universe decides that your day has only been maybe a solid eight out of ten so far and decides to kick it up a few more notches, by offering you a possible life boat off the sinking ship that is your job.Â
Hey YN!
I know this is ridiculously fast, but my company has an opening, and I think youâd be great for the job! Long story short someone unexpectedly quit yesterday, so now we have a position we need to fill immediately. I hope itâs okay, but Iâve given your name to our VP in charge of hiring and sheâd like to bring you in for an interview! She asked me to reach out and see if youâd be all right with coming in next week - I know thatâs fast, but this is for a new project thatâs being rushed to production so we really need someone to crunch some numbers ASAP!Â
Let me know if youâre interested!
Best,
Wendy
As if thatâs not enough, Jungkook offers to help you practice for the interview, and suddenly you canât see through the hearts in your eyes. Could he be any sweeter? You thank him, and he kisses you, and you melt, lost in his warmth.Â
Jungkookâs voice brings you back to reality. âHow many more emails do you need to answer?âÂ
âUmâŠâ you stare at your laptop. âLet me just respond to Wendy and then Iâm done.â
âCool.â Jungkook stretches. His t-shirt rises with the motion, his Adonis belt briefly visible, and you know heâs caught your stare when he smirks. You quickly turn back to your computer, but he just wraps his arms around your shoulders, catching you in a back hug.
âIâm gonna go home and take off these dirty clothes,â he murmurs, teeth nipping your earlobe. âCome find me when youâre done. Iâll be waiting.âÂ
âFuck,â you breath. Jungkook laughs, obviously pleased at the effect he has on you. Heâs such a tease sometimes. Youâre trying to figure out how to flip the tables on him when your ringtone starts trilling.
Be still, my heaaaaartâŠ
âOh god, I bet thatâs my boss, wanting to talk me out of taking off.â You frown as you check the screen. âShit, itâs Jisoo. I gotta take this.âÂ
âHey, do you have a second?â Jisooâs voice comes through a little strained. And loud. Sheâs talking over some sort of high-pitched wailing. It takes you a minute to figure out that itâs a personâs voice making that sound.
âJi! Whatâs going on? Wait, whatâs that sound? Is that Jennie? Is she crying?â
âYeah, thatâs Jennie. Sheâs - sheâs had - well,â Jisoo sighs. âLook, Iâm over at her place because I wanted to treat her to a manicure today because I know sheâs been too busy to schedule one and you know how she gets about her nails so I thought it would be a nice surprise but when I got here - oh, you know what, this is not important to the story, why am I telling you this?âÂ
âJust get to the point, Ji!â
âIâm trying! Iâm sorry, itâs been a big morning and - what?â Thereâs a muffled conversation happening suddenly, and you stare blankly at your computer as you wait for Jisoo to return. You donât know what the hell is going on, but you donât like any of it.
âJust ask her to come over!â you hear Lisa say in the background. Lisaâs at Jennieâs, too?Â
âI was getting to that!â
With a frustrated sigh, you try to get Jisooâs attention. âOkay, okay, Iâm coming over!â
âDo you mind? I know you have to work-â
âNo, Iâm not working today, IâŠ.â You pause, knowing that Jungkookâs just in the kitchen, likely able to hear everything youâre saying, not wanting to embarrass yourself by admitting that you took the day off just to be with him. âItâs a long story, Iâll explain when I get there.âÂ
You donât end up explaining anything once you arrive. Thatâs because as soon as Lisa opens Jennieâs door, she greets you with a tiny white stick bearing two little pink lines. RosĂ© is right behind her, beaming from ear to ear.Â
âOh my god.âÂ
âI know!â Lisa grins, throwing her hands in the air. âBaby Min, coming to you soon!âÂ
You frown, glancing over Lisaâs shoulder. âWhere is she?âÂ
The sound of Jennieâs crying gets louder as you approach the master suite. When Lisa stops outside the bedroom closet, you grab her arm.Â
âBefore I go in there - are those happy tears or sad tears?â Youâre pretty sure you already know the answer, but you need to know what to expect.Â
Lisa grimaces. âSomewhere in the middle, I think.âÂ
Jennieâs curled up beneath the hangers of clothing stuffed into the closet that she shares with Yoongi. Sheâs wearing one of his oversized hoodies, sniffling into the black material as Jisoo, smushed into the corner beside her, carefully untangles herself.Â
âTag, youâre in,â she says, taking the hand you offer to pull her to her feet.Â
Thereâs not a lot of room for you but you squish yourself in as best you can, and immediately tuck Jennie against you. Jisoo closes the door behind you.Â
âHi, babe.âÂ
âHi,â Jennieâs voice is wavery and small, so far from her usual confident, cheerful tone, that it hurts your heart. âDid they tell you?âÂ
âI saw.âÂ
Jennie settles against you, hiccuping slightly through her tears. âThis wasnât part of the plan.âÂ
âI know.âÂ
Jennie has been mapping out her and Yoongiâs future pretty much since the day they met. They both want to start a family, but Jennie insists that they enjoy their honeymoon period first. And sheâs determined to make tenure at the school where she teaches before taking time off to have kids. She wants to have it all, but at her own pace and on her own terms. Which means timing everything out so meticulously. So carefully.Â
Gently, you brush a lock of hair from her wet cheek. âSo⊠do you know howâŠâÂ
Jennie sighs. âPretty sure it was the night of my bachelorette party. I came home and Yoongi asked how it went and um, I kinda couldnât stop talking about my lap dance.â Your friendâs face flushes at the memory, and you bite back a grin. Youâll have to tell Jungkook he left a lasting impression. âAnd Yoongi⊠well, you know how he gets competitive sometimes?âÂ
You canât help it. You burst into laughter.Â
âYoongi gave you a lap dance?!âÂ
âGod, I wish Iâd seen that,â Jisoo says from the other side of the closet door. âIâd love to know if heâs got moves.âÂ
In all your years of friendship, youâd never known Yoongi to do more than a simple side-shuffle whenever Jennie would drag him onto a dance floor. The thought of him performing an erotic lapdance is too much for even your overactive imagination to conceive. Â
Jennie just smiles to herself. âBelieve me, he does.â She glances at you shyly. âHeâd kill me for telling you this but⊠you donât think Jin choreographed his routine all by himself, do you?â she laughs, referring to the night Jin danced for you, and your brain breaks a little trying to picture Yoongi doing the same moves.Â
The closet door flies open.Â
âIâm gonna need to hear every last detail about that,â Lisa proclaims.Â
âSame,â RosĂ© adds, and Jennie laughs for the first time since you arrived. She sits up, dabbing at her face with the sleeves of Yoongiâs hoodie.Â
âUgh, my face is going to be so puffy tomorrow.âÂ
âNo, it wonât. Weâll take care of you,â Jisoo promises, already on her feet. âIâll go raid your kitchen for supplies. Do you have any cucumbers?â Sheâs gone before Jennie can answer, Lisa scrambling behind her.
âAnyway⊠we always use protection, but you know how they say itâs not 100% foolproof? Yeah, turns out theyâre telling the truth.â She stares at her sweater paws, suddenly forlorn again, and you give her a tight squeeze.Â
âIâm sorry, babe. I know this is⊠a lot.âÂ
âYeah. And I justâŠâ You donât say anything, just wait patiently until she finds the words sheâs searching for. âI just feel like a failure. You know? Like, itâs so stupid, butâŠâ She shrugs. âI feel like everythingâs ruined now.âÂ
âOh, Jennie, no!â Wrapping both arms around her, you sigh. âAccidents happen. Thatâs life! You can make all the plans you want but you canât control everything. Thereâs chaos everywhere! And even if you do your best to avoid it, sometimes it gets through. And itâs not always bad! I mean⊠look at me and Jungkook. He came out of nowhere. I didnât plan to start dating him and Jin at the same time. I didnât know it was gonna get serious. I thoughtâŠâ you trail off, realizing youâre making it about yourself. âSorry, this is not about me.âÂ
âNo, itâs ok, finish your thought. Tangents and diversions are good right now,â Jennie informs you.
You bite your lip, weighing your words. âBack when Jin and I met, when you introduced us, I just thought⊠this is it. This is my chance to have what Jennie and Yoongi have. Something real. Something safe and steady.âÂ
Jennie nods, encouraging you to continue.Â
âAnd then Jungkook⊠heâd always been so close but Iâd never gotten to know him. He came in and opened my eyes to another possibility. To something exciting and different and - and passionate, and, oh god, I sound like a shitty romance novel, donât I?â Burying your face in your hands, you laugh.Â
âNo, go on!!â RosĂ© says.Â
âIâm just trying to say - plans donât always work out. But that doesnât mean youâre a failure. And sometimes, the unexpected can be exactly what you want. Or need.âÂ
Jennie sighs, and you can feel her relaxing against you for the first time since you sat down beside her.Â
âI hear what youâre saying. And Iâd like to believe that. Itâs just⊠really difficult for me to accept that Iâm not always in control.âÂ
âThatâs a fucking mood,â Jisoo says, returning from the kitchen with a mug of tea in her hand. Lisa carries a bowl of some sort of cucumber concoction, and the two of them settle on the floor outside the closet.Â
RosĂ© scoots across the carpet until sheâs close enough to take one of Jennieâs hands. âBack to your chaos, if thatâs what weâre calling it. Is it too soon to ask you what youâre gonna do?âÂ
Jennie groans, pulling the oversized hood over her head.Â
âIâm gonna take that as a yes.âÂ
âI just want to get through the wedding,â Jennie states, voice muffled by the soft fabric. âIâm getting married tomorrow! And I donât want anything to - to ruin it. Or make things weird, or more stressful than they already are. I mean, fuck, I think my halmeoni is already upset that weâre not doing a traditional wedding. Imagine if she finds out I got knocked up before marriage!âÂ
âOkay, then weâll make sure no one finds out tomorrow.â Lisa glances at everyone and you all nod in a wordless pact. âWeâll do whatever it takes to make sure your day is as perfect as youâve planned. You know we will!âÂ
âDoes Yoongi know?â
Jennie peels her hood back to look at you. She shakes her head.Â
âI took the test this morning, after he left for work. Iâve been so busy lately that I didnât even realize I was late until today! Ji was the first person to find out when she showed up, and then she called the rest of you.â She pauses, fiddling with her sleeves again. âI think Iâm going to wait to tell him until after the wedding. Weâll need to have a serious talk, and thereâs too much going on right now.â She glances up. âIs that - do you think thatâs okay?âÂ
Once again, she seems lost. This time, when you go in for a hug, RosĂ© joins you.Â
âBabe, you can tell him whenever youâre ready! Itâs your body.âÂ
âYeah, but weâre in this togetherâŠâ
âAnd youâll be in it together still, no matter if you tell him today or tomorrow or next week.â Jisoo declares. She holds the mug out to Jennie. âAnd weâll be here too.âÂ
âYes. Maybe this is good chaos. Maybe itâs bad. Itâs up to you to decide how to react - how to move forward. Whatever you decide, you know weâll be by your side the whole time,â you declare, your sentiments echoed by the other girls.Â
Jennie blows lightly on the steaming drink. âI donât know what I did to deserve you guys,â she says, choking up slightly, and everyone else starts talking at once.Â
âYou deserve the world!â RosĂ© coos.Â
Lisa shakes her head. âWeâre the lucky ones, babe, having you in our lives!â
âHowâm I gonna depuff your face if you keep crying?â Jisoo tuts.Â
You just rise to your feet, laughing. âCome on. Ji said something about manicures earlier. Let us pamper you today, so youâre ready to knock Yoongi off his apparently very talented feet tomorrow.â

NOW
The officiant is only a few minutes late, and the ceremony goes off without a single hitch. You and the other bridesmaids join the groomsmen flanking Yoongi at the altar. In addition to Jin, thereâs Yoongiâs brother Geum-jae, and two of his friends from work, Yi-jeong and Woosung.
As a string quartet plays the wedding march, Jennie walks down the aisle, beaming more brightly than the sun, and you catch a glimpse of Yoongiâs face, bearing such an openly reverent expression that it makes your eyes flood with tears. The officiant begins his speech, and Jennie and Yoongi stare at one another as if the rest of the world has fallen away, with nothing left but the two of them and their love.
Watching them almost feels like youâre intruding on a private moment, so you turn your face to the rows of guests, searching without thought for Jungkook, smiling when you find him already gazing your way. Your chest nearly buzzes as warmth spreads there, matching the glow in his eyes.Â
Because Jennie and Yoongi chose to take photos before the ceremony, thereâs no cocktail hour after the ceremony. Instead, everyone is seated for dinner. The happy couple sits at a table for two on a small dais in the front of the room.Â
There are no tables large enough for the entire wedding party. There are also no seating arrangements for all of you, either. Jennie had worked very hard on the seating chart for all of the guests except the wedding party. (âYou guys figure it out. Iâm tired.â) So you quickly claim a seat at one of the two empty tables left open, with Jungkook taking the spot next to you on one side and Jisoo the other, with RosĂ© next to her.Â
As the wait staff brings out the first course, you slide your chair a little closer to Jungkook. âHey. Iâm sorry that I didnât tell you that Jin would be here.âÂ
Jungkookâs eyes widen slightly. âOh. Jagi, itâs ok.â
âYeah, Iâm not sure it is,â you reply. âThat was not the way I wanted to introduce the two of you. It was, uh, not ideal.âÂ
Jungkookâs silent as he sips his water. He works his bottom lip between his teeth again, and you wish you could see inside his head, could get some sense of what heâs thinking, because sitting here waiting for him to say something makes your stomach churn a bit. Â
Finally, he sighs, reclining back in his seat as he looks at you. âIâm sorry if I made that uncomfortable. I wasnât expecting to see him.âÂ
âI know. Iâm sorry I didnât mention he was part of the wedding. Truly, it slipped my mind.â Repeatedly. You bite your lip, struggling to figure out what to say. This doesnât have to be a thing, but you also donât want them at each otherâs throats all night. âBut thereâs no reason it has to be weird or ruin the night. Because Iâm here with you, Kookie. Not him.âÂ
Your pulse begins to pound. Itâs like youâve just laid your heart on the line. Jungkookâs furrowed brows relax, doe eyes blinking slowly as he absorbs your words.Â
âIs this seat taken?âÂ
You turn to find Jin standing with a hand on the empty chair across from you.Â
Jisoo lets out a tiny âYessss, game on,â and you covertly kick her under the table.Â
âUh, I think Lisa is going to -â Glancing around, you donât finish your sentence as you spy your friend sitting with the groomsmen. Oh, right. Lisa has her eye on Yi-jeong, having basically all but explicitly called dibs that morning when she saw him in his tuxedo. You canât really blame her. âNevermind.âÂ
âPlease, join us,â Jungkook offers, gesturing to the table. He says it so kindly that you canât help but gawk at him in surprise. He doesnât meet your gaze, but his palm rests on your thigh, rubbing lightly. Reassuringly.Â
Your heartbeat returns to normal as Jin smiles. âThanks.âÂ
Despite the ceremony being so modern, Jennie and Yoongi opted for more traditional dishes for dinner. For several minutes, thereâs mostly an easy silence over the table, as everyone enjoys the janchi guksu and banchan in front of them, only the noise of clinking utensils filling the air. Well, that and the sound of the servers running back and forth to the bar, trying to keep up with drink orders.Â
Jisoo, as usual, is the first one to break the silence.
âOkay, Jin, professional opinion on the guksu?âÂ
Jin chews thoughtfully for a few minutes. âI think they went a little heavy on the spicy soy sauce in the broth, but the noodles are just as tender as the ones I make. Oh, but youâve had my noodles, YN, what do you think? Do they compare?âÂ
All eyes focus on you, including Jungkookâs. You swallow quickly. âUm, I think these are just as good! And I really like the broth, to be honest.âÂ
âYou do like it spicy,â Jungkook murmurs under his breath, quiet enough that only you can hear him, and when you glance over, youâre met with that teasing smirk of his. Itâs back again. For some reason, thatâs more comforting to you than Jungkookâs hand on your thigh. Your heart does a somersault. Itâs getting a real workout tonight.Â
âYou know, I never really thought about it, but it must be hard for you to eat in public. People are probably always asking you for your opinions on their food, or tips on how to make it better,â RosĂ© says.Â
Jin shrugs. âComes with the territory, I guess. Iâm not gonna complain if people value what I think - and Iâm always happy to help anyone improve their skills.â He swirls his wine glass before taking a sip. âBut I suppose there can be a downside, too. Sometimes I just want to enjoy a meal without being asked to provide a full critique.âÂ
âI can understand that,â Jungkook replies. Again the other heads at the table swivel.Â
âYou can?âÂ
Jungkook nods. âYeah. Like, right now, I bet youâre all expecting me to be the first on the dance floor, right?â He laughs as everyone suddenly becomes very interested in their meals. âItâs okay. Thatâs how it is whenever Iâm out with friends. I canât just sit at the bar and have a drink. And I definitely canât just sway with the crowd. Everyone expects me to show off.âÂ
âI mean, Iâm definitely hoping to see you turn up,â RosĂ© confirms, and Jungkook laughs again, gesturing at his point being proven.Â
âSure, that sounds annoying. But outside of going out with your friends, how often are you in a situation where youâre asked to dance? People stop me everywhere. When Iâm out shopping. When Iâm on a plane. I even once had someone ask me for deglazing tips while I was at a funeral! Itâs not quite the same as being asked to do the robot at the club.â Jin shakes his head dismissively.Â
RosĂ© mumbles, âI thought you werenât gonna complainâŠ?â
The two men eye each other for a few seconds as you hold your breath. Then Jungkook huffs out a laugh.Â
âYeah, I guess youâre right. Itâs not the same. That sucks, dude.âÂ
You exhale, settling back in your seat.Â
Jin just hums, eyes darting back and forth between you and Jungkook before he speaks. âI suppose itâs just a small price to pay for being so successful.â He tips his wine glass back, emptying it. âWhere are the servers hiding? I need a refill.âÂ
âSee, this is one of the benefits of being a financial analyst - absolutely no one wants to talk to me about what I do,â you grin.Â
âThatâs because no one understands what you do,â Jisoo declares.Â
âSheâs right.âÂ
âThanks, RosĂ©.âÂ
Jisoo points her spoon at Jungkook. âOkay, but real talk, you are going to dance tonight, arenât you? You wouldnât deny us a show!â
âJi, we just had an entire conversation about this!â you groan, throwing your hands up. âCan you not?â
âWhat? Iâm just saying! The man is a born performer. Right?âÂ
She looks at Jungkook, who nearly chokes on his wine in his haste to answer.
âUh. Yes?âÂ
âRight. So thereâs no way youâll leave us disappointed.â Â
âLet me get this straight - if Jungkook doesnât dance for you, youâll be disappointed?â you ask. âHold on while I call Jimin and Taehyung real quick. Wait, sorry, I mean Min and Tae.âÂ
âAll I know is suffering,â Jisoo sighs.
âOh, relax, Kitty Cat,â RosĂ© giggles, nearly doubling over at the confused look on Jinâs face.Â
As Jisoo loudly laments her choice of friends, Jungkook bends towards you, mouth brushing your ear.Â
âDonât worry, jagi, whether or not I dance here, you can still have a private performance later. Iâd never deny you.â
Heat works its way through your body as you shift in your seat, squirming slightly from the low rumble of his voice and the promise laced within. Thereâs a sudden prickling at the nape of your neck, that nagging sensation of someone watching you, but when you follow the feeling and glance over at Jin, heâs staring at his empty wine glass.Â
The tapping of a fork against stemware draws your attention to the married coupleâs table. To your immense relief, Yoongi and Jennie had decided to nix the best man and maid of honor toasts, opting to say a few words themselves. Normally, Jennie does all the talking for the pair, but to your surprise, Yoongi rises to his feet, and the room falls silent.
âJennie and I wanted to take a moment to thank all of you for coming. It means the world to us that you took the time out of your busy lives to celebrate with us.â He glances down at his bride, who smiles back, and Yoongiâs gummy grin gets bigger than youâve ever seen it. âAs you all know, Jennie and I have been together since our first year of college. Weâve been through so much together - college, grad school, finding jobs, losing jobs, moving from apartment to apartment - but we weathered it all, because we always had each other.âÂ
Jennieâs cheeks are wet as she smiles at her husband. Yoongi takes her hand.Â
âJennie, I donât know what life has to throw at us yet, but I want you to know that Iâm never worried, as long as I have you by my side.â He presses a kiss to the back of her hand, and thereâs a chorus of awwwwâs from the guests, including yourself. Jisoo rolls her eyes, but theyâre already spilling over with tears, and you poke her in the side as she laughs. Â
âHereâs to you, my love. And to all of you with us here tonight. We canât thank you enough for your love and support. Geonbae!â He raises his glass.
âCheers!â his brother shouts, and the cry is echoed around the room as everyone raises their glasses to the couple.Â
Just when you think you couldnât be happier, once again you feel a hand slip into yours, pressing palm to palm, fingers threading through. Jungkook doesnât say a word, too busy clinking his drink against everyone elseâs, but his hand tightens around yours when you look at him, and you feel as though you could float right through the ceiling if it werenât for his strong grip.Â
To think that you nearly hadnât asked him to come here with you. What a mistake that wouldâve been. Thank god youâd ignored the constant fear and doubt in your head and listened only to the steady sureness of your heart.Â
Youâre getting better at it.

YESTERDAY
After you coax her out of the closet, you and your friends turn Jennieâs apartment into a mini spa, trying to help the bride-to-be relax. By mid-afternoon, as everyone is giving each other manicures, you realize that the window on your day with Jungkook is swiftly closing, so you text him to let him know you wonât be coming home any time soon.Â
Not long after that, the door to Jennieâs apartment opens, and Yoongi walks in, trailed by Jin.Â
Jennie greets her fiancĂ© happily, hugging him with her hands held straight out so as not to smudge her pretty new pink tips. âYouâre home early!â
âCouldnât focus. Decided to call it a day.â As ever, Yoongi seems completely unfazed to see you and your friends at his apartment. Sometimes you wonder what it would take to ruffle him. Probably something extreme like the zombie apocalypse. âFigured Iâd grab my stuff and then get some dinner with Jin.âÂ
Although they werenât holding to every tradition, Jennie had insisted that they spend the night before the wedding apart. So Yoongi would be crashing at Jinâs tonight.Â
Jin nods at the sound of his name. âBy âget some dinnerâ, he means âtake advantage of his friendâs restaurant and score a free meal.ââÂ
âAs if you werenât the one who offered,â Yoongi drawls, ignoring Jinâs squeaky chuckling.
âSounds good, baby,â Jennie smiles as Yoongi presses a kiss to her cheek before he shuffles down the hallway towards their bedroom. âDo you guys wanna get some takeout?âÂ
While Lisa, RosĂ©, and Jennie argue about what they feel like eating, Jin catches your eye. âHey, you got a second?â He jerks his head towards Jennieâs kitchen. Rising from the couch, you follow, closing the door behind you.Â
âWhatâs u-oh!â Your question becomes an exclamation when Jin suddenly pulls you in for a hug, long arms wrapping around your waist as he holds you tight.Â
âJust wanted to get you alone,â he says, nose brushing yours as he smiles. âHi.âÂ
This is where the butterflies should come in. Standing this close to this incredible specimen of a man, this paragon of perfection, would normally send them flittering through you. Shivers should be running down your spine. Any number of excited reactions should be happening right now.Â
Right.Â
Now.Â
Except⊠theyâre not.Â
âHi,â you echo, grinning a bit weakly. Jin doesnât seem to notice anything wrong with your smile, locking his hands behind your back.Â
âI heard you got some good news today.âÂ
Your eyes widen as your stomach goes into freefall.Â
âYou know?âÂ
How? How on earth could he know about Jennie being pregnant?? Shit, did Lisa leave the pee stick out somewhere? Jisoo told her to put it -
âOf course I know! Itâs my show.âÂ
âItâs your show?â What the fuck does that mean??
Jin honks in delighted laughter at your obvious confusion. âThe interview Wendy emailed you about - thatâs for my show! The one Nosh picked up?âÂ
The room tilts as gravity returns your stomach to normal. âOh! Oh, wow!â Of course. The new project Wendy had referenced - it was Jinâs cooking show! âWait, so we might be working together?âÂ
âYes! Er, maybe! I donât know how closely or whatever, but basically, the Nosh execs told me Wendyâs firm is responsible for budgeting and figuring out revenue streams and - and thatâs really all I remember, sorry.â He laughs. âMost of what they said went straight over my head, to be honest. But I spoke to her on a conference call today and she told me they had an open position for the team thatâs assigned to my show, and sheâd asked you to interview.âÂ
âWow, thatâs reallyâŠâ you trail off, lost in thought. âIsnât it⊠the other night at the networking reception, werenât you saying it might be a travel show?â You have a vague memory of Jin telling you what he wanted to do with his show if it got picked up by a network.
âThatâs right. I pitched it as an exploration of local delicacies that often get overlooked by tourists. Iâll be going around the country, visiting tiny, off the beaten path restaurants and bars, and learning how to make their favorite dishes.âÂ
Traveling for work. That was one of the perks Wendy had rattled off when sheâd given you the sales pitch for her company. So, if you got this job, did that mean youâd be traveling with Jin?Â
Your mind is already wandering, thinking about what this new job might entail, when Jin brings a hand up to cup your face. His thumb traces your jawline.Â
âWouldnât it be amazing? You and I, on the road together. Me, discovering new meals to cook for youâŠâ His voice drops, a low murmur meant only for you to hear. âMaybe picking up some new dance moves to show offâŠâÂ
He rolls his hips slightly, jostling you right out of your tumultuous thoughts.Â
âDoesnât that sound good?âÂ
âIt does,â you reply, mouth moving on autopilot, not waiting for your head to decide if it agrees.Â
âI know I havenât had the time to take you out properly, and Iâm sorry for that. But this is my chance to show you that Iâm still in this.â He sucks in a deep breath. âI like you. And Iâm hoping itâs not too late for me to say that.âÂ
If this were a romantic movie, the music would swell now, strings soaring as he tips your mouth towards his. Itâs a perfect moment, lush lips caressing yours, sweet and unhurried, lingering like he doesnât care if anyone else walks in.Â
Itâs a perfect moment, for sure. Just, not for you.Â
âJin,â you begin, stepping out of his embrace, âI need to tell you something.âÂ

A/N Pt. 2: To be continued!! (Sorry, the chapter was getting a bit long and this felt like a natural stopping point⊠what do we think so far??)
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OMG!!! This was so beautiful and heartbreaking. Why is it always the parents??? Let your children live their own lives.
our beloved summer | jjk (7.5) (m.)

You made a vow to hate Jeon Jungkook ever since he packed up and left you without a single explanation, but when he shows up at your door after years of radio silence, it turns out that maybe your resolve isnât as strong as you thought.
pairing: producer!jungkook x songwriter!reader rating: 18+ (minors dni) genres/warnings: exes au, fluff, Angst, smut; THE REASONâąïž, crying because obviously there's gonna be crying, mentions of hobi leaving :(, cursing, uhm she hits him; kissing (well, of course đ), br*ast play, t*tty s*cking, oral s*x (f. receiving), f*ngering, unprotected s*x, r*ding, cr*ampie, uhm idk i think that's it word count: 6.9k (poetic, i know) note (1): holy fucking shit i am literally shaking like a chihuahua as i'm writing this a/n. what the hell it's finally here. we've been waiting for this for almost a year and a half. TREMENDOUS thanks to Jo @daechwitatamic, Ari @wintaerbaer, and Jazz @jeonwiixard for beta-ing this for me and for reassuring me that it's not a load of crap (probably) and especially Jo for telling me if i back out she'll come kick me. frick! gaaaah. okay i'm gonna let you read or i'll go out of my mind
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I want you to smile, to feel like enough 'Cause you deserve yellow and lions and love I hope you come back when you're doing well Forgive me for being the worst of myself
New Recording 28 - Chelsea Cutler

The second the door is closed, his mouth is on yours again.Â
His hand on your waist, yours in his hair, itâs similar to how it was mere minutes ago, just the urgency has increased tenfold. You want his suit off as much as you want your dress on the floor.
Jungkook detaches from your lips to let you breathe as he cages you between his body and the door, but itâs not like you can focus very well on breathing when he starts kissing down your neck, sucking bruises into your skin. His hands travel south, one palm curving around your hips to grope your ass, the other settling on the back of your thigh to lift it up, opening your legs wider so he could better slot in between them. With your leg lifted, it makes the slit in your dress ride up, exposing your core to the cool air of the room. You can feel his growing bulge pressed against you, right over your panties.Â
You whimper his name when he sucks on the sweet spot on your neck, his hips grinding against you slowly.
âYeah?â You can hear the smirk in that one simple word and the honey that drips from his voice. âWhat is it?â
âWant youâŠâ
âIâm right here,â Jungkook says. His slender fingers rub you over the pink lace that youâre wearing underneath your dress, teasing your opening through the fabric for a few beats before he pushes your panties aside. âFuck, youâre so wet.â
His breath is hot on your neck. He presses his lips against your skin absentmindedly, the tip of his index circling you but not pushing inside just yet.
âTell me you want me too,â you pant, your arm hooking around his neck to hold him close.
âI want you.â
Truth.
You pull him in for another bruising kiss before you blindly push him further into the room, your hands roaming the broad expanse of his clothed chest. He stops when the back of his knees hit the bed.
âHey.â Jungkook breaks away from the kiss to look at you. âAre you sure?â
If Jimin knew what youâre doing right now, heâd say that you have zero self preservation instincts.
Heâd be right, though. If you had any self preservation instincts, you wouldnât be doing this.
Your stupid, battered heart has only ever wanted him.
âIâm sure,â comes your immediate reply. Itâs desperate, but you donât have it in yourself to even care. âIâm sure. I want this. Please.â
âYou were drinking.â
âIâm not drunk. I promise.â
Maybe itâd be better if you were drunk. Then you could at least blame this lapse of judgment on a pathetic state of inebriation and not on your stupid self whoâs always weak for him.
He stares at you for a minute, searching for any sign of your willingness being driven by alcohol. He seems relieved when he finds none, and it isnât until then that he shrugs off his jacket, before helping you take off his dress shirt and trousers.
You havenât seen him like this in so long.
Every defined line on his body, accentuating every detail that you could spend hours running your fingers over.
He looks different but at the same time, not really. A tad more muscular, but still the same lean frame. Hard chest and abs on full display for you. God, your fingers are fucking twitching with the need to touch him.
Once heâs been stripped down to his boxers, he leans down to kiss you before you stop him with a hand on his chest. The lone tiger lily on his arm catches your attention.
Your fingers reach out to trace the black ink on his body, the lines delicate, your touch feather light. Youâre suddenly curious. When did he get it? You canât remember if you two ever talked about getting tattoos.
âWhat does it mean?â you ask. It strikes you with the realization that this is just one of the thousands of things that you missed, a reminder of your lost time.Â
âPlease love me,â he says, bringing his hands up to cup your face. He looks at you, just for a few seconds, before clarifying, âIt means âPlease love me,ââ then kissing you again.
Jungkook clumsily and blindly searches for the dressâ zipper on your back, giving it a few impatient tugs until it finally starts gliding down your body. Your lips never part from one another as the dress falls to the floor, pooling at your feet. But once you step out of it, he does pull back to look at you from head to toe. His eyes fall to your chest, clad in a lacy pink bra that matches your panties. The look he gives you is the same one that he did when he saw you in your dress earlier today. But thereâs something else in his eyes - realization, pride, perhaps a question too.
His hands are back on your body instantly, throwing you onto the bed, crawling over you like a predator. He discards your bra with ease, flinging it to the floor with the rest of your clothes. You shiver when the chilly air meets your bare chest, but the sensation quickly goes away when he takes your breast into his warm mouth. You let out a delighted sigh, arching your back to push yourself further into him as his tongue flicks over your stiff nipple. One of his hands comes up to squeeze your other breast to make sure that it isnât neglected, rolling your pebbled bud between his thumb and forefinger. He switches to sucking your other tit after a while, then pawing at the one he just had in his mouth.
âJungkook,â you whine his name when he makes out with your tits for too long, because thereâs somewhere else that desperately requires his immediate attention. âNeed youâŠâ
He releases your nipple with a wet pop, and he looks pleased with himself when he sees that theyâre thoroughly glistening with his spit. âSorry,â he says with a chuckle. âDidnât mean to keep you waiting.â He starts making his way down your body, kissing every inch of your skin thatâs on display for him, before you put a hand on his shoulder when his face gets close to your thighs.
âWhat are you doing?â
He looks up at you as his fingers ghost over the fabric of your panties. âCan I?â
You lick your lips, contemplating whether or not you have the patience to wait for him. But alas, you decide, âOkay.â
Jungkook makes quick work of sliding your underwear down your legs and letting it join the pile on the floor. Even in the dim light, he can see just how wet you are, practically glittering with arousal, looking so utterly inviting that it makes his mouth water. All of this, just for him.
He doesnât waste another second, diving right into you to lick a stripe up your dripping folds. Swiftly burying two fingers into your heat, he doesnât stop until heâs knuckles deep. Your lips part in a silent but delighted moan. You forgot how good he used to make you feel. Your fingers could never feel as good as his, not thick enough to stretch yourself open and not long enough to reach deep inside of you.
âFuck,â you drawl, your eyes fluttering shut when the tip of his tongue meets your throbbing clit, teasing it until youâre practically grinding against his face. You thread a hand into his hair, gripping his dark locks until heâs groaning, sending blissful vibrations all throughout your body. The figure 8âs that his tongue draws on your clit sets you alight, sends you into a whole other dimension completely as pleasure courses through your veins.Â
âSo good,â he mumbles. To you? To himself? You canât tell, but that doesnât really matter. âStill so good.â
You hear it, just how soaked you are, as he begins thrusting his digits in and out of you. He strokes your walls delicately with each press of his fingers, scissoring you open for what you know is to come.Â
His tongue dips into your entrance then, teases your dripping hole as you pant heavily,Â
Your legs close in on his head as the orgasm nears, but he keeps your thighs apart, firmly holding them open as he makes you unravel.
This is fucking unreal - Jungkook with his whole face tucked between your legs, desperate to make you come with his talented mouth. You never would have anticipated this when you woke up this morning.
No, just a while ago you were crying by yourself down at the beach. Now youâre crying out his name as he smothers himself in you.
Once he starts curling them inside of you, itâs embarrassing how fast you come. You clench hard around his fingers as the orgasm washes over you, dripping down his fingers and he uses the added wetness to carry you through the high.
âJungkookâŠâ you whimper, sounding completely fucked out even though itâs only just beginning. After a while, the heightened pleasure fades into the background, and he presses soft kisses against your inner thigh.
He crawls his way up your body until heâs facing you again. You watch his fingers and the way theyâre coated in your juices, wondering what heâll do with them next. Jungkook languidly smears the wetness all over your lips like heâs carefully painting them, only to kiss you afterward. When you moan against him, he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. Your hand finds its way into his boxers then, wrapping your fingers around his hardened length, pumping him in your fist until heâs shallowly rutting against you.
The kiss gets broken when he suddenly pulls away, realization dawning on him. âShit,â he exclaims. âI donât have a condom.â
âOh.â You blink at him, then you both just look at each other for a while. This isnât a problem with no solution, even if the solution is a disastrous one in hindsight. You just want him, so badly that you canât think of anything else.
He waits for you, doesnât dare say anything else until you do.
Yet again, the opportunity presents itself for you to stop.
But youâve already gone this far, and though itâs damn near impossible, you want him even more than you did before.
âAre you clean?â you ask.
Itâs evident that heâs surprised by the way his eyes widen, and his silence that follows for the next half a minute. âYeah,â he tells you.
âOkay. Then we donât need a condom.â
He says your name once, his fingers brushing your hair away from your face sweetly. You always did like your name best when it used to fall from his lips so softly. âAre you sure?â he asks.
âIâm sure. I promise.â
Jungkook sucks in a breath, like heâs steadying himself, before he rids himself of the remaining piece of clothing on his body, then settles between your legs again. This time, his cock rests directly on your bare pussy. The anticipation makes it harder for you to breathe, makes you squeeze your thighs around his waist to not let him leave.
âHow long has it been?â
Your answer is vague. âToo long,â you say. You donât want to tell him that thereâs been no one else since him, but you have a feeling that he understands it anyway. You think that heâd be pleased with your answer, that maybe it would boost his ego in a way, but thereâs only a certain sadness that settles in his eyes.Â
âOkay.â Regardless, he pushes past the sudden gloom that befalls his features, blinking away the disheartenment swimming in his irises, to align himself with your entrance. He rubs his cock against your pussy to coat you in his precum, even though you yourself are certainly more than wet enough for him to slide home easily. âReady?â
âYes,â you confirm, bracing your hands on his shoulders as he eases the tip into you, making the both of you moan at the contact. You feel him, all of him.
For a second, you wonder if he has ever forgone protection with anyone else, or if itâs only ever been just you.
Jungkook takes one of your hands off his shoulder to lay it flat on the bed next to your head, lacing your fingers together, giving your hand a slight squeeze. âBreathe. You can do it.â
âGive me a minute.â
âWeâve got time,â he says, his voice smooth like velvet.
âCan you kiss me?â you ask, almost like youâre shy even though heâs balls deep inside of you.
He chuckles lightly, so endeared by you and your silly question.
His lips meet yours sweetly, like doing so would help make the stretch less painful. Maybe it does, at least a little bit.Â
You can feel his cock throbbing inside of you, and heâs probably trying so hard to hold back, but he keeps kissing you nonetheless.
âYou can move,â you say after a while.
âIâll go slow, okay?â
âOkay.â
He rears his hips back, slowly, then thrusts forward again. You whimper from the slight burn, but itâs nothing you canât handle. His movements are gentle for the next couple of minutes or so, and it isnât until you start opening up more that he sets a steadier pace. Even when he starts to fuck you faster, one of his hands is still on your hips, rubbing your skin soothingly.Â
âFuck,â Jungkook grunts out, followed by a sigh of your name as he pumps into your cunt, every ridge and vein of his cock dragging deliciously in and out of your walls. âYou feel so good.â
He gazes down at you as he moves, and thereâs just something so intimate about it that it makes you want to cry again.
You know what itâs like to have him fuck you, and this isnât it.
No, this is something else entirely.
I love you, you think. I love you so fucking much.
âMissed you.â His words come out hushed, caught in half a moan, half a whimper. âMissed you so fucking much.â
âDid you think about me?â
âAlways,â he says, without even missing a beat.
âNo,â you clarify. âWhen you were sleeping with other people, did you think about me?â
âI only thought about you.â His hips stutter as he tells you this, like heâs confessing to something that he shouldnât. âI couldnât stop thinking about you.â
You never admitted this to anyone, not even Taehyung even though he probably sensed it, but you used to feel like you could be physically sick just looking at the photos on his feed every time youâd lurk on a drunken night. They were never flashy, just subtle enough for you to know that there was someone. It made you nauseous, because the place next to him was always supposed to be yours.
You just stare at him, not knowing how to process this bit of information. Sure, itâs an ego boost. Thereâs some pride in knowing that you were the one on his mind even if you werenât together.
Heâs so utterly gorgeous like this that you canât form a single coherent thought, too lost in the way his eyes bore into yours and in the blossoming warmth that spreads all over your chest from hearing his words.
How did he manage to get even more beautiful? Sculpted by the gods. The standard for all men.
âWhat is it?â he asks when you stare at him for too long.
âIâŠâ You blink away the daze. âI wanna be on top.â
âOkay.â
Jungkook slips out of you just long enough to get seated with his back against the headboard and pull you into his lap. You hover over him, letting his tip rub against your dripping hole for a moment before you sink onto him. You tip your head back and sigh as you envelope him fully again, the only difference is that you can feel him so much deeper like this.
He grabs your ass with both hands, kneading your skin as he helps you ride him. The sounds that you make together are downright obscene, bouncing off the walls, ringing in your ears.
âHarder,â you tell him shakily. âDonât wanna hurt you.â
âI want it to hurt,â you say, holding onto him like youâre bracing for impact, because you know heâll give you what you want. âMake it hurt.â
Jungkook sighs once, then digs his heels into the mattress to steady himself before his hips go wild, thrusting into you with such force that it nearly has you sobbing, your head falling onto his shoulder. It makes you burn with pleasure, like a star before it becomes a supernova. When the tension starts building quickly, you canât help but slam your hips down harder to meet his thrusts, to chase that high.
You press your lips against his skin, any spot you could find - his jaw, his neck, his shoulder. âTell me you love me.â
The words are ready on the tip of his tongue, like heâs been waiting for an opportunity to say it. He doesnât miss a single beat as he tells you, âI love you.â
âMean it.â
âI do mean it. I love you.â
Truth.
For some sick and twisted reason, his words send you crashing over the edge, falling into that abyss of pleasure that youâve been searching for. You say his name, over and over again, like youâre making up for all the years that he wasnât around to hear it.
Your walls convulse wildly around him as you cry out, your toes curling, your thighs shaking. He holds you close, thrusting into you through your orgasm until youâre dizzy, like you could actually pass out from the overwhelming bliss.
âIâm close,â he tells you in a raspy voice.
You catch your breath long enough to say, âCome for me.â
âWhere do you want it?â
âInside,â you say without much thought. If you were in a clearer state of mind, you would know that itâs reckless and stupid. Youâre not on birth control, and if anything were to happen, you would have no one to blame but yourself.
But you arenât in a clear state of mind, and maybe this is even more dangerous than if you were fueled by alcohol. At least you can sober up from alcohol.
You just want him so badly that rationality seems like a luxury you canât afford right now.
âY/N,â he whispers shakily, though thereâs a warning edge to his voice that you understand.
âI want you to come inside me. I want it. I want it so bad. Please.â
Jungkook groans at your answer.Â
He doesnât ask you to look at him, instead choosing to hide his face against your neck where you feel something wet glide down your skin as he grips your hips. Itâs followed by a sniffle, and hands that hold onto you like youâre a lifeline.Â
Heâs crying, and that breaks your fucking heart.
You donât know what to do. Part of you wants to tilt his chin up to look at you, because it feels strange without his tender gaze on you, but you decide against it even though the tips of your fingers tingle with the need to do so.Â
Your walls clench with purpose, squeezing around him, trying to help you get there. Itâs not that long before you hear your name falling from his lips in a choked out moan, so needy and beautiful and makes you nostalgic. He empties himself inside of you, making you shudder from the sudden warmth that he paints along your walls.
You stay in the same position for a few more minutes until your chest is no longer heaving with exhaustion and euphoria. He gently pulls you off his lap to lay you down on the bed, pressing an apologetic kiss against your bare shoulder when you wince from the oversensitivity, from any kind of movement at all.Â
When he moves to throw on his boxers and goes to stand up, you reach for him. âWhere are you going?â You instantly feel pathetic for asking.
He pauses, then squeezes your hand as that sadness from before makes an appearance in his eyes again. âIâm just going to the bathroom,â he tells you, his voice quiet.
The relief on your face must be visible. âOkay,â you say. Rationally, you know he probably wouldnât fuck you and leave you the second the deed is done. But again, rationality is a luxury at the moment.
Jungkook returns a couple of minutes later with a warm cloth, and dabs it between your legs to clean you up. You grimace when he touches you there, evidently sore already from the activities you just engaged in.
âSorry,â heâs quick to say, though it isnât really his fault. Or maybe it is his fault. Youâre not sure if that even matters.
When heâs done, he gets under the covers with you. âCome here,â he says, then shuffles your body closer to his until heâs holding you with his hands on your bare waist. He leans down to kiss you, and you let him. God, you feel like youâre fucking melting.
Itâs different from the kiss down at the beach, and itâs different from the needy ones you shared in the past hour. Itâs soft and slow and easy, like thereâs nothing for you to worry your pretty little head about.
Jungkook breaks away eventually, and rests his forehead against yours then. One of his hands on your waist slides up to your ribs, until his thumb could brush the underside of your breast. The touch is gentle, sweet, completely innocent.
âYouâre so beautiful,â he whispers. He means everything he tells you. âYouâre perfect.â
You even blush, like youâre a stupid lovesick teenager. âTell me,â you say.
âAnything.â
You reckon itâs self-indulgent at this point. Youâre only asking to feel better about your place in his life, or rather, the place that used to be yours.
âTell me you canât live without me.â
He nudges his nose against yours. No hesitation. âI canât live without you.â
Truth. You know itâs the truth.
Nonetheless⊠âLiar.â Your tone is soft. Thereâs no bite at all. You touch his face, trying to commit to memory every detail, how his soft skin feels under your touch as if itâs the last time youâll ever get to see him like this. Maybe it is. You never got to have a last time with him, never got to know that it was ending before it already ended. Youâre not thinking about the morning because you donât want to, but the seed of anxiety is there in your belly. Your fingers trace his jawline as you say, âYou lived without me. You were doing fine without me.â
His lips ghost over your cheek. âIt wasnât much of a life,â he says. âI couldnât bear it without you.â
The thing is, you know that heâs being honest. And it should make you feel good that you affected him as much as he affected you.
But then⊠it keeps leading you back to that question. The question that you thought you could go the rest of your life without knowing the answer to. But for that to be possible, you needed him to stay gone, stay out of your world forever.
He shouldnât be here, tangled up in the sheets with you and kissing you like his life depends on it.Â
He shouldnât tell you that he misses you, that he loves you. Shouldnât tell you to please, love him too.
Itâs contradictory, isnât it? You needed to never see him again if you stood a chance of moving on with your life. You needed it and yet, all you wanted was to have him back by your side.
The tattoo catches your attention again. It feels like itâs laughing at you, mocking you.
You clench your teeth once, your eyes beginning to turn glassy. Jungkook sees it, and heâs quick to break up your train of thought. He presses his mouth to yours, shushing you with a deep kiss that makes your head spin, despite it all.
âDonât think about it,â he mumbles against your lips, so desperate to get you to stop. As if he can sense where this could lead.
âHow could I not? I donât know who you are anymore.â
âYou know me.â He holds onto your wrist, to keep your hand on his face before you can pull it away. âIâm still the same.â
âNo, youâre not,â you say quietly, absentmindedly.
âYes,â he insists. âYes, I am.â
Maybe thatâs true. Maybe you do see the person you used to know. But you only ever see him in glimpses and it always leaves you with a terrible, nauseous feeling afterward.
He doesnât understand how much it hurts you to catch glimpses of the boy you used to love - the boy you still love - only to realize that maybe that isnât the person he wants to be anymore. It feels like he keeps trying to kill that version of himself, like he despises the person who meant the world to you.
Are you gone forever?
Come back quietly.
âHow old are you?â you ask after a moment.
The question makes him pause, his soft features twisting in confusion. He leans back a bit, so his eyes could focus on your face better.
âWhat?â
âHow old are you?â you repeat.
It takes him another while to answer as he tries to see where youâre going with this. But when his search comes up empty, he just answers, â29.â
"I don't know who you are at 29. The last time I knew you was 24. No. You hadn't even turned 24 yet. Where was 25? 26? 27? 28? Itâs unfair that you still know who I am when I don't know who you are. I feel like I never aged a day past 24. You carried on living but I'm still here."
His eyes well up once again, but this time, you can see it. The first tear spills over, lands somewhere on your collarbone. This is what you used to want, right? To see him hurting, just like how you were hurting? Well, be careful what you wish for.
No part of you feels victorious that youâre making him cry, that the score is finally being settled, because none of this undoes all of the shit you had to go through. If anything, it makes you feel even worse, like youâre still losing.
âI never moved on from us. I couldnât move on from you,â he says, voice cracking toward the end. Your heart is doing the same thing in your chest, but youâre glad that he canât see it. âI swear I miss you every day. I wanted you with me every day. You have no idea how much I wanted to come back to you.â
Jungkook looks so dejected, like a reflection of you these past few years. You recognize that look in his eyes. You know that sadness all too well. He was in as much pain as you were.
He loved you when he left you. He still loves you even after all this time.Â
You inhale shakily. For the first time, you feel infinitely selfish for only focusing on your own misery without even stopping to give him the benefit of the doubt, to consider the possibility that maybe letting you go wasnât something he wanted. Maybe he isnât the antagonist that you spent years making him out to be.
Thereâs more to it, and you need to know.
âThen why did you leave me?â

Graduation was just shy of a month ago, and two weeks before that was Hoseokâs flight when he left you all behind.
You and Jungkook, along with Taehyung and Jimin had gone to see him off at the airport. Of course you did, you were his best of friends after all. The goodbye was full of jokes accompanied by sniffles, and tears that overflowed without permission because you all agreed that you would hold yourself together for Hoseok. Jimin was probably the one who cried the most, even though inside, you were equally sad to see your friend leave.
A part of your life was ending, and that in and of itself was depressing enough already, but you thought at least the whole group would still be together and start the next chapter by each otherâs side.
Nonetheless, it wasnât the end of the world. All of you could still make it work, even if it wasnât the most ideal of situations. You promised to keep in touch, promised to message the group chat every day and have video calls every weekend. You were still kids, and kids tend to be optimistic like that.
What none of you could see coming was how everything would fall apart in a matter of mere weeks.
Jungkook thinks that decades from now, when heâs old and gray and helpless, he still wonât be able to forget that day.
He shouldâve been more concerned when your mother contacted him out of nowhere, asking him to meet with her, asking him not to let you know where he was going.
Heâd shown up half an hour early to the cafe where they were supposed to meet, just because he didnât want to risk being late and have your mother disapprove of him even more. Not once had she expressed anything other than disdain toward your relationship, but youâd always told him it didnât matter, that you were the only person who could decide what to do with your life, not anyone else, let alone your mother. He always believed you back then, even if deep down, he still wanted her to see that he was enough for you. Her unattainable approval still mattered to him.
Jungkook spent thirty whole minutes running on nothing but anxiety and caffeine. That was probably his first mistake, ordering a cup of coffee which only made him more nervous than he already was.
When your mother arrived, it barely took her any time at all to get right into what she came here to say. She hadnât even bothered with a drink.
Was that how it was always going to end? Should he have seen it coming from the beginning? Was he the only one who thought it would be you and him all the way until the very end?
Maybe he was more of a hopeless romantic than he thought.
It was the way she had called him a phase that she hoped youâd grow out of. That she had let you keep this relationship for long enough, but now that youâd graduated - now that youâd be starting a life for yourself - she couldnât sit back and watch you throw it all away for a boy who could never give you what you deserved.
It was the way she told him she didnât want history to repeat itself. How she didnât want to subject you to the same fate that she and your father had to suffer through. How she had left your dad because in the end, he wasnât enough for her and you, even though you were a child and you deserved to grow up with a father and with love.
She said the same thing would happen to you and Jungkook, because you were meant for greater things and he was not meant to deserve you. She made it clear that he would always hold you back, that he would never amount to even a fraction of what you should receive in life.
âIf you love her, you would let her go.â
Cliché, right? Like the kind of stuff you only ever see in movies? Well, movies have to take inspiration from somewhere.
He thought about his own mother then, and about how people could have such different ways of showing love. He believed that your mother loved you, and he still believes that. She wouldnât have gone through the trouble of seeing him if she didnât care about you. She wanted the best for you, and that wasnât him.
She didnât have to tell him to keep it a secret from you, because he wouldnât have told you regardless. He was well aware of how strained your relationship with your mother was, and letting you know would only drive it closer to the edge. She knew he wouldnât tell you. He loved you, and that was the one thing that she could count on.
Just sitting there in that café, Jungkook felt like all of the air had been sucked out of the room, even though he was surrounded by the other patrons and their lively laughter as they chatted away. The pitiful way that your mother kept looking at him forced him to learn what it was like to feel truly worthless.
The pity in her eyes only intensified when he couldnât even say a single word in response, couldnât think of anything to defend himself.
Silence meant agreement, and that was what he chose. Jungkook - the naive boy that he was - stopped believing in you. Heâd believed her instead.
He was just a kid, what else was he supposed to do?Â
She was your own flesh and blood, and he knew nothing could ever replace that. He would rather let you hate him, resent him for the rest of your life, than let you lose your family.
That day, he lied to you for the first time ever, saying he couldnât come over because he was tired. The sunflowers he bought for you just hours prior ended up dying on his windowsill.
He wouldnât see you again for a few more days, then for months afterward.
July was supposed to represent a blossoming summer, but all he could remember was the dreadful promise of a winter that would inevitably come.

You call his name when he takes too long to answer. âTell me.â
âI love you,â he merely says. His hand brushes your cheek.
You frown, despite the way the three words make your chest tingle.
âI love you,â he says it again, trying to ease the furrow between your brows.
âThatâs not what I asked.â
âIâm sorry.â
His voice is soft, barely even audible, but itâs this gentleness that makes his words ricochet, ringing in your ears loudly like a gun going off in the quiet of your room.
Again with the apologies.
Fuck this.
Itâs hard to take it to heart when you donât even know what heâs apologizing for.
You gave Jungkook the chance to explain himself, but if he doesnât take it, then thatâs not on you. There isnât much else that you can do.
You swallow hard, then shove him off of you so you could get out of the bed. Your legs instantly tremble as you attempt to stand, but you soldier on as you put on your bra and underwear, then grab your dress from where it lays abandoned on the floor. Youâre shaking, but itâs difficult to determine if itâs because youâre angry, or cold without his warmth nearby.
Heâs quick to his feet too, rushing toward you before you could leave.
âDonât touch me,â you hiss when he reaches for your arm. He doesnât listen, because when has Jeon Jungkook ever fucking listened?
âY/N, wait-â
âWait for what?! I asked you a simple question and you canât even answer me.â
He runs a hand over his face frustratedly, clearly torn over something. He holds your angered gaze, but the way he looks at you is much milder, gentler even if itâs equally frustrated. âIâm trying to protect you.â
You donât know if itâs the wrong answer or not. You just know that in this moment, it irritates you to no end.
âOh my god,â you gasp mockingly. âSomeone is trying to kill me.â
âWhat?â
âSomeone is trying to kill me. Someone is waiting outside that door right now, waiting for me to come out so they can kill me. Holy fucking shit, Iâm about to be assassinated.â
âY/N, Iâm serious.â
Thereâs that burning sensation behind your eyes again. âAnd you think Iâm not? What do you mean youâre trying to protect me? Protect me from what? Do you think this is a fucking k-drama? Jesus Christ,â you scoff harshly. âWhat do you want from me? What the actual fuck do you want?â
Jungkook aims for you again, and in an attempt to ward him off, your swinging fist inadvertently collides with his chest. The dress falls to the floor again, laying next to your feet, that useless piece of fabric.
It probably doesnât do much damage to him, but heâs a bit startled regardless. So are you, if youâre being honest. But you do it again, and surprisingly, he lets you.
âYou coward.â You shove hard at his chest, making him stumble backward. âYou unbelievable asshole. You fucked me, you said you loved me, and you still canât tell me why you left me.âÂ
He allows you to push him until his back is pressed against the wall. And even then, you donât relent. Your fists continue beating against his chest as you start sobbing, spilling âI hate youâs in between so many expletives it could make his grandmother faint.
He might bruise in the morning.
You hope he bruises in the morning.
The least Jungkook could do is bruise for you.
You want him to curse him out for so many things - for loving you, for leaving you, for not even having the balls to tell you why he broke your heart. For coming back to remind you that you still love him. For proving that he still has you in the palm of his hands, and every twitch of his finger can make you feel like the walls are crumbling down on you.
But even as you tell him how much you hate him, youâre still thinking: Come back. I donât want to keep losing you. Come back to me.
Because heâs the only person who can hurt you like this. When you think about him, it used to make you so depressed that you could hardly function. Thereâs no other way to put it to make it sound less pathetic. Thatâs just how it is.
You shouldnât have agreed to this weekend, shouldnât have been nice to him, shouldnât have let him convince you not to think about it. You shouldnât have opened the door for him in the first place, because there was always a part of you that knew he could get under your skin so easily just like that.
This wasnât your second chance at holding onto him. It wasnât a do-over. It was a re-enactment.
The years havenât made you wiser, that much is clear.
You donât know how long this goes on for, but at some point, you begin to wear yourself out. Your movements start to slow and the energy to violently sob leaves your body until youâre nearly collapsing. Jungkook catches you when you donât have the strength to hold yourself up anymore. Why are you always so fucking helpless?
âYou justâŠâ Your voice gets caught at the end of a sob. This is rock bottom all over again. âYou make me so sad.â
You grasp his arm weakly, feeling like your own lungs are failing you. You canât breathe. Itâs too much, too infinitely humiliating. Heâs doing this to you again, and this time you have to shoulder most of the blame, because you are the one that enabled your own heartbreak for the second time.
Youâre still crying, and you hate that this is the first time heâs ever seen you cry like this.
âIâm trying to protect you,â he says firmly, looking at you like heâs trying so hard not to break down alongside you. âPlease, Iâm so sorry.â The words come out as a whisper now. You can feel the tremble in his voice and the shake of his hands where they hold you. His big bambi eyes - the usual home of constellations - now house tears that threaten to spill onto his supple cheeks. âPlease. What can I do to make you believe me?â
Itâs those stupid fucking eyes. Itâs your stupid fucking self.
âYou need to tell me.â Your tears keep on falling no matter how much he tries to wipe them away. âI canât take it anymore.â
âItâll make things worse,â he tells you, his voice cracking as he does. He sounds like he means it, and maybe he does believe that whatever heâs hiding from you will only hurt you more. It almost has you caving, but you canât do this a second time. Youâre exhausted, both physically and emotionally. In the morning, youâll think about how this is all so dramatic, the way youâre acting right now. The most k-drama-esque thing that has ever happened to you. But in the moment, you just feel like someone plunged a knife in your chest, and they keep twisting it, twisting and twisting,...
In the end, you decide that itâs a risk youâll have to take, because nothing can be more painful than the absolute hell heâs putting you through. Heâll never understand how utterly excruciating it is to experience this kind of heartbreak.
âIf you donât tell me now, I wonât be able to survive you again.â

up next...

our beloved summer (08) †aka the JK centric chapter



all rights reserved © jeonqkooks. reposting, translating and/or modifying is not permitted by any means. [posted september 30, 2023]
This was so moving, the raw emotions from both Jungkook and OC really hit home. I really look forward to finding out the reason Jungkook left.
our beloved summer | jjk (07)

You made a vow to hate Jeon Jungkook ever since he packed up and left you without a single explanation, but when he shows up at your door after years of radio silence, it turns out that maybe your resolve isnât as strong as you thought.
pairing: producer!jungkook x songwriter!reader genre/warnings: exes au, fluff, angst, eventual smut, swearing, mentions of oc's mother because we know girlie is hella traumatized, mentions of drinking, mentions of an almost physical fight, abandonment issues, jk forgets to practice safe driving for 2 seconds, and uhmmm kissing đ€«, anddd that cliffhanger? đ rating: 18+ (minors dni) word count: 10.8k note (1): this is the longest it has taken me to update obs and i do feel pretty guilty about that. but it's finally here now and this is one of the chapters that i'm the most nervous about posting. massive thanks to @daechwitatamic and @wintaerbaer for beta-ing this for me or else i would've screamed cried thrown up and scrapped the whole thing, and to @jeonwiixard for being a wonderful cheerleader as i was writing this, and to everyone in my beloved obs discord server for always being so sweet and kind and putting a smile on my smile every day since the server was created. also to my sunshine âïž for introducing me to the song mentioned below bc HELLO is it not just one of the most obs coded songs ever. love you all my babies <3
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Somewhere in the multiverse There's a me and you that works We never fuck it up We're out there still in love Somewhere in the multiverse Maybe that's enough
multiverse - Maya Manuele ft. PEMRBOKE

Sometimes, whenever you look up at the moon at night, you wonder if Jungkook is doing the same thing.
Even when you fall out of love with someone, it still hurts. It hurts because you once loved them so much it felt like the sky would collapse if you couldnât be with them. It hurts because the love wasnât taken from you, but rather it started slipping away on its own, more and more each day until you realize youâre holding onto nothing when there once was everything.
You canât say that youâre too familiar with that kind of hurt though. Youâve never fallen out of love before.
You donât think Jungkook is too familiar with it either, at least not when he left you.
You wonder if he thinks about you from time to time and gets sad. You think he does, because you know that he loved you. Something ended for him too. The memories that you shared were his memories too.
You hope that itâs painful for him whenever thoughts of you cross his mind, because that would mean that he cares. That a part of him still cares.
And if he still cares, then he might come back.
Despite the front that you try to parade around, there is a part of you that will always leave your heart vacant for him, regardless of whether or not he would return. Itâs a scary thought, one that you would rather avoid at all costs, one that says there will be no one that you love more than you loved Jungkook. Maybe there canât be another person that you will love at all.
You can come back quietly, like the wind slipping through the crack I leave in the window at night; or you can announce your return resoundingly like a sudden downpour quenching the summer heat. I donât care. I kept your side of the bed empty and warm, waiting for you to come back. Hoping that you would come home.

[08:47] Yoongi: sure you donât want me to drive you there? [08:48] Yoongi: i can pick you up in 30 [08:52] You: positive đ€§ i told you i already booked the train. itâs only 4 hours away [08:53] You: iâll survive, yoongs [08:55] Yoongi: did you not watch Train To Busan? [08:56] You: ? [08:57] Yoongi: what if thereâs a zombie apocalypse [09:00] You: yoongi if thereâs a zombie apocalypse, how is your CONVERTIBLE supposed to keep me safe [09:01] Yoongi: iâll put the roof up [09:02] You: stop talking [09:02] You: please stop talking. [09:03] Yoongi: đĄđĄđĄ [09:03] You: đ [09:03] You: gotta get dressed now though. iâll see u when i get back? :) [09:05] Yoongi: fine [09:06] Yoongi: safe travels. text me when you get there :)
You plop onto your bed with a sigh, glancing at the bag thatâs already packed and sitting near your wardrobe, lonely. You stay like that for a while, contemplating whether or not you should bail at the very last minute.
It was not on your bingo card that youâd be here, agonizing over your ex-boyfriendâs brotherâs wedding. Nope. Absolutely no one saw it coming.
For fuckâs sake, why would they invite you to a wedding? A celebration of love? It feels like youâre being forced onto a prank show, just waiting for someone to jump out and scream in your face.
You learned that the wedding was for close friends and family only, so it would be a relatively small event, which makes it even more confusing why you were also asked to join. Maybe the world is changing too rapidly and youâre just a little old-fashioned for it, but you really donât understand why your ex-boyfriendâs family would want you there.
Taehyung and Jimin were invited too; theyâre Jungkookâs best friends after all. Theyâre practically an extension of the family, Jungkookâs brothers by choice. But Taehyung doesnât come back from his work trip until the day of the wedding, and Jimin⊠Well, he just doesnât want to go to a Busan wedding in the middle of winter.
So why are you even going?
You couldâve declined. Said you couldnât attend because the invitation came in so late. Made up a work trip or a family emergency. Thereâs a plethora of excuses you couldâve used.
Or you couldâve simply said no. That wouldâve been perfectly fine too. No one would even need to ask why.
But maybe it was because his mother had customized the invite with her own handwriting in the back. You wouldâve missed it if you hadnât spent hours meticulously studying the card like someone was going to quiz you. It wasnât anything special - just We hope to see you there - but you think youâd feel really bad to decline after sheâd made the extra effort to ask you to come.
When you told Yoongi that you would be attending Jungkookâs brotherâs wedding, he didnât seem upset. Still cool as a cucumber. Although if he was bothered by the announcement, you donât think he wouldâve let it show. It did take him a minute to take it in, but then he just pecked your cheek and asked if you could bring a plus-one. You both knew that you wouldnât even if that was an option.
Pushing your body off the bed, you drag yourself to the bathroom to splash some water on your face. Then sunscreen. Then change into the clothes youâd already picked out last night. Your train doesnât leave for another hour and fifteen minutes, but you want to be there at least twenty minutes early just in case. This is one of your only good habits.
You rub your eyes when you finally haul yourself outside, thinking you must still be dreaming because what is Jungkookâs car doing here?
You blink a few times, expecting the vehicle to disappear in a puff of white smoke.
Spoiler alert: It doesnât.
The car is in front of you, but the man is nowhere to be found.
You stand there dumbfoundedly, contemplating whether you should wait it out for a little bit to see if heâs actually here. He comes running up to you a couple minutes later, holding two paper cups in his hands, one of them a chai latte. A memory youâd buried long ago comes rushing to the surface. Itâs too early for you to be feeling.
âHi,â he says, his warm breath coming out in a huff of smoke in the crisp morning air.
âHi?â you mutter dumbly when he trades the bag in your hand for the drink. Thereâs a moment where youâre genuinely baffled, wondering if this is a memory reel playing right before your eyes. This is your Jungkook, wearing that same old smile whenever he used to come bounding up your dorm building so you could walk to the library together, where he would hang out with you during your shift if he didnât have classes. âWhat are you doing here?â
You donât remember telling him what time your train was, so heâd probably badgered it out of Taehyung or Jimin somehow.
âI thought I could drive us there,â he says. âI texted you about it.â
Well, that explains it. You donât bother with his dozens of messages anymore. âOh, uhm, I already booked the train.â
This doesnât seem to faze him at all. âFree cancellation up to 15 minutes before departure.â Jungkook grins, clearly eager despite your obvious reluctance. Itâs too early for this, whatever the hell this is.
When you told him that you had RSVPâd yes to the invitation, he was surprised that you even knew about the wedding. He even seemed nervous that day.
âWhat if Iâd already left?â you ask.
He blinks, then stammers like a confused child. Itâs cute, and you have to mentally slap yourself over the head for even thinking that.
âThen Iâd go after you.â
How? you scoff internally. Unrealistic.
Regardless, not even an hour ago, you were declining Yoongiâs offer to drive you there. Now, youâre standing here, in front of your ex-boyfriend, contemplating whether or not you should go with him.
âLetâs go,â he says after a minute. âWe donât wanna be stuck in traffic.â
âI havenât said yes.â Yet. âItâs a 4-hour drive.â
You donât have to clarify what you mean. He understands it.
You both just stare at each other for a moment, the tension suddenly thickening with every passing second. Four hours on the road. Four hours alone in a car with Jungkook. Thatâs about two hundred minutes more than you think you can handle.
Itâs like he can see right through you. âDonât think about it,â he says, voice dropping lower. âItâs just a weekend. Everything will still be here for you to think about when we get back.â
In your head, it translates to: All of our shit will still be here when we get back. You can keep being mad at me then.
You hope thatâs not true. You hope that when you get back, the things that keep you up at night will simply cease to exist. That in the two days youâll be gone, a genie will materialize and solve all your problems for you.
Either way, itâs probably for the best that you arenât mean to him this weekend. Youâre stuck with him for the next 48 hours or so; itâll only stress you out even more if you channel all of your energy into tormenting him. Besides, youâre already the ex girlfriend who has no place alongside his family. You donât want to be the dark cloud raining on everyoneâs parade too.
Maybe youâd already made up your mind when you let him take the bag from you.

For the first half of the drive, you were unconscious.
Itâs a useless superpower that you have, the ability to fall asleep anywhere - literally anywhere, including in the passenger seat of your ex-boyfriendâs car while he escorts you to his hometown. Melatonin gummies manufacturers hate you.
You couldâve slept the whole drive, but around the second hour mark, you were startled awake when your body jostled forward, straining against your seatbelt uncomfortably. There was an arm trying to hold you back, despite the seatbelt having done its job well.
âFuck,â Jungkook curses before he turns toward you, worry written all over his face. âIâm sorry. Iâm sorry, are you okay?â
You blink, still half asleep. âIâm okay,â you say. The minivan that Jungkook almost rear-ended continues on its merry way, carrying what seems to be a family of five. âWhat happened?â
He sighs, his outstretched arm retreating back to his side. âI got a bit distracted, thatâs all.â
You take in your surroundings then. Thereâs barely any other cars in sight, no tacky billboard that sticks out like a sore thumb to catch your attention. Thereâs just the freeway, stretching on empty for all you can see.
âBy what?â you ask.
âNothing,â he says. âGo back to sleep. Iâll wake you when we get there.â
See, you have the superpower of falling asleep anywhere and everywhere, but once youâve been woken up, itâs not as easy to fall back asleep.
That, and the fact that youâre hungry as shit.
You open your mouth, about to say no, about to offer to drive the rest of the way if Jungkook is tired, but your stomach doesnât let you get a word out. It growls, filling the space of the car, making you want to chuck yourself out the fucking window and run all the way back to the city. This wouldnât have happened had you taken the train, because if you had, there wouldâve been food services and no one would be subject to hearing your stomach sing like itâs chewing out a small puppy in there. Life is nothing but an endless pit of embarrassment and despair.
Your arms hold themselves tighter around your frame, practically squeezing into your abdomen as you will it to please, please, please be quiet. Jungkook stares at you, and you can tell by the teeny tiny quirk of his lips that heâs trying to bite back a smile. Heâs relaxed, but thereâs still something hesitant on his face. It takes him a minute before he finally throws the question out.
âDo you want to go to that guksu place that we used-â that we used to go to, âyou know the place. The one thatâs right off the freeway?â
The sun is out today. The sky unfolds endlessly just outside the window, coloring blue everything your eyes land on. There are strips of clouds scattered here and there, like delicate strokes of white paint on an azure canvas. Even the winter cold has to soften.You bite into your cheek. Donât think, thatâs what he had told you.

Not much about this quaint restaurant has changed. The quirky decorations are still where they used to be, the windows still the same unique stained glass that you never came across anywhere else. You remember the elderly woman who runs the place, even if she doesnât have a single clue who you are. The golden retriever you used to fawn over every time you stopped by, sits quietly by the door and watches the cars pass by, his fur now graying as weariness begins to settle into those old bones.
You wouldâve been displeased if the place had changed, because, well, you donât like change. But then again, this familiarity is dangerous. It tricks you into thinking that everything is still the same, even you and him. Deludes you into believing that youâre still in love and that heâll walk out of here holding your hand.
Regardless, the first spoonful has you biting back a smile.
âHow is it?â Jungkook asks.
It makes you feel all warm inside, and then a little sad, nostalgic.
âTastes just the same,â you tell him simply.
âHmm.â
He lets you satisfy your hunger in peace. Itâs the least he can do anyway.
Thereâs a wall near the back of the restaurant, where people could hang polaroids of themselves and cute handwritten notes. You think if you dig through the hundreds of photos scattered across the space, you might be able to find you and Jungkook there, if you two havenât already been thrown out long ago to make room for new memories.
He pays for your food after youâre both finished, despite some protesting on your side. As you leave, youâre busy thinking that if you could have a moment to marvel at that far-back wall of memories, if you could find a photo of you and him there, you would probably sneak it into your coat pocket.
Itâd be another thing to add to your pile of Jungkook memorabilia - the old clothes in the back of your closet, the stack of dusty polaroids at the bottom of your drawer. You wonder if he keeps anything of yours, maybe an old t-shirt that you forgot to take back. Itâs probably unlikely, but a girl can hope.
You miss the way Jungkook glances back, thinking the exact same thing.

You survive the rest of the drive with more ease, probably because of the food. You spend most of the remaining 2 hours leaning against the window, humming to the radio, closing your eyes but not really sleeping. You even forget to be nervous about what is to come.
That is, until the car pulls up to the venue.
Itâs absolutely gorgeous, and a lot bigger than you imagined - a modern beach house overlooking the waters. Itâs not as extravagant as one would expect to see when they come to a wedding, but considering the small crowd in attendance, this is more than enough. You see people rush in and out of the place even from far away - planners, caterers, the bridesmaids and groomsmen, probably.
You feel a bit comforted just watching this. His family seems to be doing a lot better than before. Itâs nice to know.
You barely make it out of the car before someone calls your name, and pulls you into a hug that knocks the wind out of you. Although, when you catch the scent of her hair, you instantly know who it is.
Parents usually have a scent thatâs distinct to only their kids, a scent so cozy and homely that no perfume can ever mask. You can only describe your momâs scent with a feeling, specifically the feeling of your chest tightening, tingling with a bittersweetness that you never found elsewhere.Â
Strangely enough, Jungkookâs mother has always made you feel the opposite. She makes you feel relieved to be in her embrace, like she accepts you for who you are even if all you are to her, at the end of the day, is a stranger.
You hug her back awkwardly, hesitantly, in front of Jungkookâs dad, his brother Junghyun, and a girl you donât know. You assume that sheâs the bride-to-be, the main character whom this weekend revolves around. Sooji, you remember that was the name on the wedding invitation.
You get choked up suddenly, eyes turning glassy though you quickly blink it away. Youâre not sure if youâve had someone be so happy to see you. Bypassers might even think that you just found the cure for cancer.
For a second there, you wonder if your mere presence has ever made your mother this overjoyed.
You look at Jungkook for help, silently asking him to rescue you. Who else are you supposed to turn to if not him?
He understands that look. âOkay, mom,â he says, entangling her arms from you with ease, âY/Nâs tired from the drive. Letâs let her rest, yeah? Iâll show her the room.â
She ignores her son. âHoney,â she says, brushing your hair away from your face so she could see you better. âThank you for coming.â She used to insist that you call her âmomâ, or at least by her first name because âMrs. Jeonâ was too formal for someone she considered family.
You now have to opt for the latter, because âmomâ isnât an option for you anymore.
âThank you for inviting me, Mrs. Jeon,â you tell her with a smile. Youâre not really sure what else to say, but it makes you a little sad just calling her that.
She opens her mouth before closing it again, seemingly about to jokingly scold you for the formality before she recognizes the bittersweet look in your eyes. She just smiles at you then. Thereâs not much to be done about it.
You donât know if anyone else sees how the moment is weighed down. Probably not. Maybe itâs just you and her who share this sentiment.
Jungkook doesnât wait for his mom anymore. Sons, typical. He wedges himself between the two of you like a bulldozer and leads you inside the house.Â

Even though all you have is an overnight bag, Jungkook carries it for you all the way up to your room, which is only down the hall from his. Then he disappears pretty quickly afterward, saying something about his best man duties and putting out fires. He seems apologetic as he tells you this, but itâs not like youâre expecting him to babysit you all weekend.
You bore yourself to death in your room for a while, before you remember you have to text Yoongi to let him know you got here safely. Though, you stop short of telling him that it was Jungkook who drove you here. Itâs trivial enough, right? You donât want Yoongi to feel bad over nothing. You do, however, inform Taehyung and Jimin when you text them about it, to which Jimin only responds with a preemptively disapproving âDonât do anything I wouldnât do.â
When you get too stir-crazy, you wander outside, hoping to explore the beach before it gets dark and colder. You try to stay out of everyoneâs way, because a good guest is a quiet guest. You seem to be doing a good job. No one notices you, not even Jungkookâs mom but thatâs because sheâs the person you actively want to avoid the most. You donât know what youâd even say to her if she gets you alone.
Everything is hectic, as one can probably imagine when it comes to wedding preparations. You havenât had anyone close to you get married yet, so itâs safe to say that youâre pretty much clueless about all of this. You wonder what itâll be like when your big day comes around, if you even ever get married. You havenât thought about it in a long time. Why would you? You donât really have a reason to think about this. Itâs much easier to picture Taehyungâs or Jiminâs wedding day than your own.
Your opinion on having kids still remains the same, and you were never one of those girls who daydreamed about having a big and extravagant wedding, but itâs not such a bad idea to ponder about. You still think marriage is a scary thing - itâs one of the biggest commitments a person could ever make - but youâre not entirely opposed to getting married.Â
Why are you even mulling over this? Your time might never even come.
When you round the corner to get the steps that would lead you down to the beach, you run into Sooji and a woman holding a thick binder - must be a wedding planner. You give Jungkookâs future sister-in-law an awkward smile in greeting, which she returns much more gracefully before she tells the woman that sheâll be with her in a minute.
So now youâre stuck here, about to make small talk with a person you have never met before, and will likely never see again. Great.Â
âHi,â you say, extending a hand. âI havenât had the chance to introduce myself. Iâm Y/N.â
âIâm Sooji,â she replies warmly as she shakes your hand, and you have to stop yourself from being a little weirdo and thinking about how silky her hair looks up close. âYouâre Jungkookâs⊠friend, right?â
You purse your lips before nodding with a chuckle. The pause tells you that she knows, and you wouldnât be surprised if sheâs uncomfortable having you here.Â
âIâm sorry if this is weird. You probably donât want a complete stranger at your wedding.â
Sooji shakes her head instantly, waving her hands around to dismiss your apology. âPlease, itâs totally fine. Junghyunâs mom talked to me about it before we sent out the invites. I wouldnât have agreed if I was really bothered. Donât worry about it, seriously.â
âWhy did you agree?â you ask, trying to sound as polite as possible. âYou donât know who I am.â
âI guess I was curious.â She shrugs, before laughing lightly as she says, âI used to think you werenât real.â
âHuh?â
âShe talks about you constantly. Never in front of Jungkook, of course. But sheâs really fond of you, and you probably already know that doesnât happen very often. She really does see you like a daughter. She made you sound too good to be true.â
Youâre not sure how to respond to that. His mom still thinks about you, still talks about you after all this time. Youâre just his ex-girlfriend, but she considers you her family. You donât know what to do with this information nor the way it pinches your heart.
âI-â You purse your lips, fumbling with the responses in your head. You settle on a light laugh, because Sooji can probably tell that youâre struggling with the words too. âI have to be honest. I donât know what to say to that.â
âYou donât have to say anything. I just thought you should know that youâre still very much loved here.â She gives you a kind smile, and it looks like she wants to tell you something else but decides against it in the end. Soojiâs eyes land somewhere behind you before she points in that general direction. âI have to go take care of an issue with the flowers, but look, Jungkook is here. Why donât you ask him to show you around?â
And then sheâs already off. Overall, what a⊠strange interaction.
You turn around to see Jungkook standing near one of the entrances to the house. As you watch him talk to someone - a bridesmaid, you assume, or just one of the other guests - you try not to think about the fact that thereâs a stirring sensation in your stomach, and that it only intensifies when she throws her head back in a pretty laugh, a perfectly manicured hand landing on his arm like heâs the most charming person sheâs ever met.Â
You donât give it a name, donât label it green in color even though youâre blue and heâs golden sunshine. You donât acknowledge that itâs a feeling, because doing so would make it real and there are certain truths that youâd rather delude yourself into thinking are lies.
When Jungkookâs eyes catch yours and he cuts off the woman mid-sentence with a curt excuse me, you donât acknowledge that feeling either, but itâs warm and it blooms in your chest as he makes his way to you. Itâs something victorious, something that tickles your ribs.
He comes to you like youâre a destination heâs been waiting all his life to reach, and you certainly, adamantly donât acknowledge the spectacularly dizzying feeling that swallows you whole when he places a gentle hand on your arm, his voice soft as he says, âThere you are. I was looking for you.â
The familiarity, itâs catastrophic.
âI was just walking around,â you tell him. âThereâs not a lot to do here. I was bored.â
âYou have me,â he says. Probably not in that way, but youâd like to think thatâs how he means it. âI donât have any more fires to put out. What do you want to do now?â
You glance over your surroundings, still set on your original plans. You wanted to go alone, but you suppose you can let him accompany you. You check the time on your phone before asking, âCan we go down to the beach? I wanna see if we can catch the sunset.â

You used to do this whenever you came here to visit - walk along the beach, hand in hand, sunlight in your hair and the cool breeze holding you tight in the afterglow.
The keyword here is âused toâ. Now, you have to stuff your hands in your pockets just so you donât reach for him every time you shiver.
Itâs late enough in the afternoon for you to see the moon faintly shine against a blue and orange backdrop. Sun and moon, together in the same frame. It feels symbolic somehow. Youâre not really sure.
âThe moon looks like an egg,â Jungkook observes astutely, taking casual strides next to you. It makes you burst into easy laughter, which makes him laugh with you too. You stop walking when you reach what you think is a good spot to watch the sky.Â
âLetâs sit here for a bit,â you say. Itâs not the greatest idea - sitting idly by would only make you colder - but you just want to stop and look at the sunset. Once youâre seated in the sand, you respond to his moon remark, âThatâs true, yâknow. NASA said so.â
âYeah,â he says, settling down beside you, âyou made me read that.â
Youâd forgotten about it, and you didnât think that heâd remember. Itâs freezing cold and the moon looks like an egg, but youâre not thinking, and you feel safe. Nothing can hurt you here, or at least thatâs what youâd like to tell yourself.
You wrap your arms around yourself to keep from shivering, but you still shiver anyways.
âAre you cold?â he asks.
âA little,â you admit. âI shouldâve worn a thicker sweater. But itâs o-â
He doesnât let you finish the sentence, just smoothly takes off his jacket to put it around your shoulders.
You put your hands atop his to stop him. When you touch him, thereâs an electric tingle that almost makes you flinch. He feels warm, still resembling a human furnace.Â
âNo, you donât have t-â
âTake the jacket, Y/N,â he says. âItâs just a jacket.â
The jacket smells like him. It only makes you want to crawl further into the warmth.
He seems more self-assured here, thatâs what you notice. More like the version of himself that he used to be. Confident, sometimes borderline cocky. Annoying but oddly endearing, you came to love that about him.
His relaxed demeanor is understandable. Youâre merely a visitor here, while this is his homeground.Â
âIâm curious about something,â he says after a while.
âOkay.â
âWhatâs the deal with Wednesdays?â he asks.Â
âYou know how they say bad things come in threes?â You purse your lips, thinking it over, feeling something bitter in your mouth as you recall the events that led to this. âMy parents got divorced on a Wednesday. I moved out of momâs house on a Wednesday. AndâŠâ You hold your knees close to your chest as you hesitate to utter this last part, âwe broke up on a Wednesday.â
You see the exact moment Jungkook mentally slaps himself, paling a couple shades as he tongues his cheek, not expecting his question to inadvertently lead back to this. It wasnât your intention to guilt trip him. It was true that he dumped you on a Wednesday, but you donât want the mood to turn sour, to have to mull over this again. Like he said, it will still be there for you to worry about when you get back. Youâre not looking forward to returning to a shitshow, but what youâd hate even more is to tarnish the memories of this place just because you canât keep from being vindictive for not even a weekend.
âI was born on a Wednesday too, so I guess bad things come in fours sometimes,â you continue, chuckling to yourself humorlessly.
A frown appears on his face almost instantaneously. âWhat is that supposed to mean?â
You shrug. Jungkook turns his body toward you, which makes you spare him a glance before you return your gaze to the horizon. His face is so serious that itâs almost funny. âY/N,â he presses. âWhy would you say that?â
âCâmon, itâs a joke. I was just being self-deprecating. Lighten up.â
âWhy are you talking like that?â
âLike what? Contrary to popular belief, I donât walk around with a thundercloud over my head all the time,â you laugh lightly. âI figured if there was a day to be nice to you, it should be today. And tomorrow, I guess.â
âThis is you being nice?â
Funny how just a few weeks ago, you were fighting with him and calling him a hypocrite. Now, youâre sitting together, watching the sun set, trying not to be mean to him.
âIâm not picking a fight with you,â you say. âThis is nice enough.â
âItâs not even my wedding.â
âOkay.â You glance at him again, letting words flow without a single thought. âIâll be even nicer to you on your wedding day then.â
You donât know where that even came from, but something aches the very second the words leave your mouth. The thought of him getting married one day makes you just nauseous, even though you always knew that it was a possibility. It might even be inevitable.
You clear your throat, waving the sullen feeling away. Your body shivers then, even after the added warmth of his jacket. Maybe youâre not shivering because of the cold anymore.
He doesnât say anything, but you can feel his eyes linger on the side of your face. The both of you keep tiptoeing around an elephant that follows you wherever you go.Â
You hug your knees close to your chest, watching the blue sky melt into the golden horizon, splattered with ribbons of cotton candy clouds.
You want to scooch closer to him and have him wrap his arm around your shoulders. This isnât the spot where you used to draw your names in the sand, enveloped in a giant heart like two lovesick kids, but wouldnât it be nice to imagine that it is?
âI was always really happy here,â you mumble to yourself.
You were, truly. This city was your pocket of hope, your piece of peace.
Being here brings back so many memories.
Itâs the same feeling you get every time you pass by somewhere you used to live. The nostalgia of walking down the same road you used to walk every day until your shoes wore out. The familiarity of your surroundings. The bittersweetness of looking into a past you cannot hold anymore, of remembering the person you were at a certain period in your life, of knowing the things you do now that you didnât back then.
You long for things you cannot change.
Nostalgia only grows stronger with time, you can always count on that.
He hums in agreement, before admitting quietly, âI miss you.â One pulls, the other pushes. The water wavers, like itâs touched by his words, simple but earnest. Youâre touched too, somewhere in your heart, where you know you should be writing someone elseâs name now.
Should?
âYouâre pushing it,â you say softly.
âI know.â
You look at him. Maybe itâs because youâre back in the city that holds only good memories of you two. Maybe youâre hypnotized by the way the pink and purple hues kiss his side profile, making him feel like a fever dream and not someone you loved. Maybe itâs the cold, making you yearn for any source of warmth. But instead of returning his sentiment, you say, âItâll pass.â
He meets your eyes. Thereâs something pleading in his gaze. All things pass eventually. Time moves forward, people move on. Bad things will pass sooner or later. Your worst heartbreak, your most arduous trials, your saddest moments, they will all pass.
And good things⊠good things will have to pass too, whether you like it or not.
Your fingers twitch from where theyâre still holding onto your body. You itch to reach for his hand. You donât tell him what he wants to hear, even though hereâs a part of you that wants to say it back. In a better world, you would be telling him I love you too, instead of having to suppress an I miss you too.
âAll things have to pass eventually. This will too.â

[20:05] Taebear đ»: we could go to that bar near the gallery. Y/N likes the cocktails there [20:06] Mimi đ„: kay kay [20:06] Mimi đ„: soooooo next friday? [20:09] Mimi đ„: why is y/n reading our messages. shouldnât she be at dinner [20:09] You: i approve of the bar choice [20:11] You: if you didnât want me reading your messages, you shouldnât have sent them to the gc [20:11] You: and if you must know, iâm skipping dinner. iâm avoiding Jungkookâs mom [20:12] Mimi đ„: understandable. i figured you would do that [20:13] Mimi đ„: howâs it going? are we regretting going yet? i told you to just stay home and we could binge watch the office together [20:15] You: and EYE told you that you could be a good friend and go to this wedding with me but nooooo baby doesnât like the cold [20:16] You: you couldâve visited your parents while youâre here you know. two birds with one stone [20:18] Mimi đ„: babes my parents stayed with me for a whole month last month. i reached my quota for family face time [20:19] You: son and friend of the year đ [20:20] Mimi đ„: đđđđ

[20:22] Taebear đ»: hey [20:23] You: uh oh. am i in trouble? why is this not in the gc? [20:25] Taebear đ»: lol shut up [20:26] Taebear đ»: you okay? [20:28] You: feels like that couldâve been a perfectly good question to ask in the gc [20:29] Taebear đ»: because itâs a serious question and we both know Jimin canât be serious for one minute to save his life [20:32] You: why does it have to be a serious question? đ€Ș [20:32] Taebear đ»: đ [20:33] You: stop pouting. iâm fine [20:35] Taebear đ»: are you? [20:36] You: i am! you donât have to go all mama bear on me [20:39] Taebear đ»: ha ha ha. youâre so funny [20:40] Taebear đ»: want me to call you? [20:42] You: i said iâm fiiiiiine đ [20:43] You: but also no because i told everyone i was tired and iâm pretending to be asleep in my room right now [20:43] Taebear đ»: okay [20:43] Taebear đ»: did you eat something at least? [20:44] You: i have a cup ramen in my room [20:45] Taebear đ»: okay [20:46] Taebear đ»: how was today? did JK make you wanna strangle him? [20:48] You: okay Kim Taehyung at least act like you have some faith in your friend lol [20:50] You: but mmmmmm it was ok. he was mostly behaving himself [20:51] Taebear đ»: mostly? [20:54] You: we were down at the beach and he just told me he missed me out of the blue [20:55] You: Mimi is asking why no one is replying to him [20:57] Taebear đ»: i can see that [20:58] Taebear đ»: what did you tell JK? [21:01] You: i quoted fleabag to him [21:09] Taebear đ»: i had to google that [21:10] Taebear đ»: i still donât know what that means [21:11] You: i know you donât lol. youâre adorable [21:11] You: iâll tell you when i get back. [21:13] You: ok bye i have to sleep early or iâll look like ass in the morning [21:14] Taebear đ»: oh. okay [21:15] Taebear đ»: sleep tight. remember not to gorge yourself on booze tomorrow [21:17] You: thanks for the reminder. love you mom đđ [21:17] Taebear đ»: :) [21:20] Taebear đ»: you wonât look like ass btw

You clocked out right after you told Taehyung that you would. It wasnât a peaceful sleep though. The anxiety simmering in your belly woke you up a few times throughout the night. You donât even know why you were anxious. Itâs not like you were the one who was about to walk down the aisle.
When morning finally came and you managed to untangle yourself from the surprising comfort of your familiar bed, you practically dragged your feet for the subsequent two hours, trying to get ready. As if that would actually slow down the passage of time.
You had to compartmentalize the things you needed to do in a mental checklist. Makeup. Hair. Dress. Stare at yourself in the mirror for half an hour and internally freak out while waiting for Jungkook to come get you from your room.
Now youâre sitting in the wedding hall, watching people filter into the room. Itâs not even a lot of people, but youâre still overwhelmed regardless.
You feel so exposed, even though heâs the only one looking at you in this room of strangers. Heâs been looking at you like that ever since he first saw you this morning, in a dress that you got just days before the wedding. You still donât know if itâs entirely appropriate for your ex-boyfriendâs brotherâs wedding - maybe a bit revealing - but it was the only one you could find on such short notice.
When you tried on the dress for Taehyung and Jimin a few days ago, Taehyung said you looked beautiful. Jimin said you looked decent, âsix point five out of ten,â which translated to âpretty niceâ in Jimin-lingo. That wouldâve been enough if you were going to any other wedding, not one where Jungkook would also be attending.
You had wanted him to see you and regret ever leaving you.
It was a silly thought, just a tad adolescent.
You had wanted him to see you in your dress and be consumed with thoughts of you until he couldnât even see straight. To be the only thing on his mind, you didnât think it was a lot to ask for.
That was before he told you not to think about it and youâd been convinced to just go with the flow just for two days. It was before he actually did see you earlier today in your dress - a simple midnight blue satin cowl neck with a slit in the thigh - but you were the one rendered helpless and speechless. He had stared at you for a minute when he came to walk you down from your room, then heâd said, all breathless even though both of you were just standing there, âYouâre beautiful.â
Youâre beautiful, not You look beautiful.
You donât know why, but you appreciated it.
It made your cheeks burn underneath your artificial rosy blush. Stupid, you thought to yourself when you two made your way to the main hall. Stupid for letting yourself get dizzy because of a single compliment from him.
Youâre seated with his parents, which makes sense because you donât know anybody here except for them. Well, maybe you know one of his cousins whose kid you and Jungkook used to babysit whenever their family was in the city, but you doubt that he even remembers you anymore.
When the ceremony begins, your heart instantly feels like itâs about to drop to the pit of your stomach.
You canât lie to yourself. It stings.
It stings just sitting here next to his parents like a daughter-in-law, like a member of their family, watching his brother solidify his happy ending.
It stings that Jungkook is standing up there, looking as handsome as ever, but his eyes arenât on the couple. They keep flickering to you no matter how much you try to pretend that they donât.
It stings that even though you donât think about marriage often - or maybe you just donât allow yourself to - you canât deny that the thought does cross your mind from time to time. Any time that youâd wander the corridors inside your head, youâd pass the doors that you keep unopened on purpose but thereâs always that one door marked with a bright red X that you can never sidestep.
You watch Junghyun and Sooji with their teary smiles and shaky hands, shaky but happy. Thereâs a sudden clarity that this couldâve been you and him in another life. Forever is a lie, but you wouldâve perjured yourself a thousand times for him. I do - you wouldâve meant it.
You imagine yourself in Soojiâs place, and Jungkook, standing right on the other side, holding both your hands in his. A beautiful and radiant bride terrified of the altar. A dashing groom with a smile that could rival the sun and shoulders weighing heavier than he lets on.
It wouldâve looked clumsy, but it couldâve been right.
You wonder if heâs wondering the same thing. Maybe he is. You hope he is.
When the ceremony ends with a kiss shared between the newlyweds, you wipe away the tears that well up in your eyes. The people around you do the same thing, but theyâre doing it for the right reason, out of genuine joy for the happy couple. You donât think you can say the same for yourself.

Some of the bridesmaids fawn over him. Itâs reasonable, you suppose. One tends to do that in the presence of Jeon Jungkook.
You watch as they come up to him one by one to ask him to dance, watch as he politely declines until theyâre all stalking away with similar pouts on their faces. You watch him until his eyes lock on you, sitting at a table near the back, nursing a glass of champagne.
He weaves himself with ease through the people making their way to the dance floor. When heâs in front of you, he holds out a hand.
âDance with me?â he asks, his doe eyes working overtime to lure you in with their sparkles, though youâd rather stay here where you can easily go unnoticed until the night ends. âOne song?â
âI donât know how,â you say, even as youâre taking his hand and standing up.
âI showed you how, remember?â
âThat was a long time ago.â
He squeezes you reassuringly. âJust follow my lead,â he says, walking the both of you to the floor. âCâmon.â
Once the music starts, your heels stomp on his feet at least three times before you start finding the beat to move along to. Muscle memory, or whatever, is bullshit. You remember absolutely nothing of what he showed you.
Youâre grateful that the song is slow, because it makes it easier for you to follow the beat with your two left feet. He takes one of your hands in his, the other settling on the small of your back, guiding you to move in a steady rhythm.
You feel his motherâs eyes on the two of you, because she must be somewhere nearby, watching you like a hawk. You feel his gaze on your face while you keep yours on the knot of his tie, just trying to keep your composure and to not step on his feet with your heels.
The blur of white that you catch from the periphery of your vision makes you turn your head. Sooji and Junghyun are close by, swaying together slowly to the soft music, both of them glowing with happiness. She must sense your eyes on her, because she lifts her gaze up to meet yours. She smiles at the sight of you and Jungkook, and you smile back, because you donât know how else to respond to that.
You donât say it, but you do think it. Your fingers tighten around his hand ever so slightly.
Could that have been us?
If the answer is yes, then it would hurt.
If the answer is no, then it would hurt.
The point of your story is that itâs painful however you choose to look at it. Thereâs no other way to frame it. Itâs just painful, because youâre never going to get any of it back.
You bite your lip, then turn away from the happy couple but you still donât look at Jungkook. You look at your hand in his, and thatâs when you see it.
âHowâd you get that?â you ask, gently tracing the inch of slightly raised skin on his knuckles. You never noticed the scar until now.
âIt was four years ago, I think? After Taehyung and I almost got into a fight, I went outside and⊠punched a wall,â he says, wincing as he recalls the memory.
His answer takes you aback. âYou and Taehyung got into a fight?â
âAlmost,â he corrects. âIt was a long time ago. Didnât they tell you?â
âNo, they didnât say anything. What happened?â
âNothing happened.â
âIf it was really nothing, you wouldnât have punched a wall.â You frown. It makes you miss a few beats, but the song isnât whatâs important now, even if Jungkook is still trying to steer you back into the dance. âTaehyung isnât violent. You arenât violent.â
âIâm serious,â he says finally. âItâs nothing. We were just drunk and stupid.â
You know there must be more to it, that something must have happened or been said to trigger such a reaction from both of them. But you also know that you wonât probably get anything out of Jungkook if he doesnât want to tell you.
You give up, for now. âFine. If you say so.â Youâll just have to weasel it out of Jimin later.
The song comes to an end, before another one comes on. If Jungkook remembers that he only asked for one song, maybe heâs counting his blessings that youâre still here and dancing with him, because he doesnât mention it.
For some reason, you pull your hand away from his, only to slide up his shoulder to lock both of your hands behind his neck. He seems surprised, but he does the same around your waist.
Jungkookâs gaze flickers to your lips briefly, then back to your eyes again. You find yourself doing the same and wonder what he tastes like after all the time youâve been apart. Is he still as sweet as you remember? You used to tease that it was because of the excessive sugar he put in everything, but you knew it was really just him. The few inches between you are so inviting that itâs practically tempting you to close the gap. You could, easily in fact. Blame it on one too many glasses of champagne later if you want.
He looks younger like this, like the boy you loved, starry eyes and dimpled smile. His shoulders are always the most comfortable resting place, the crook of his neck your long lost home. This is nice, you think, to see him again even though it feels like a fever dream. Memories of your first date, your first kiss, come to life before your eyes so realistically that you could almost touch them.
Loved? That sounds funny to you.
The people you used to be, souls wrapped in innocence, when the world was nothing but the arms of the person you loved. You reach out, and the memories quickly fade from view. The only trace they leave behind is a speck of gold on your fingertips, a memento of charming naiveté for you to tuck neatly away in the corner of your mind, but also a reminder that ah, they only exist in the locket of your heart now. Because he has changed, and you think you must have too. Life, as they say, goes on.
âWe made it. Kind of. Thatâs crazy,â you find yourself saying.
âDid we?â
âYou donât think so?â you chuckle. âWeâre in a group chat with the Kim Seokjin who spams it with bad jokes on a daily basis. Iâd call that a win.â
That makes him laugh. âIf you put it like that, yeah, maybe. Sure.â
Other people might be fooled, but it doesnât sound at all convincing to you. The light doesnât really reach his eyes. You bite the inside of your cheek, thinking of how to translate the sudden poignant turn of the moment.
âIt isnât everything you hoped itâd be?â you ask.
His shoulders rise then fall quickly in a second-long shrug. âI thought it would make me feel more⊠fulfilled. But it doesnât. Not really.â
The way he says it and the way heâs looking at you makes your heart dive. You understand what he means. Youâre good at what you do, and you donât need reassurance from anyone to recognize that. But sometimes, it doesnât feel like itâs enough. Doesnât feel like itâs real, like itâs validated.
When you landed your first big project, even before Yoongi, you were so proud of yourself. You were bursting with excitement but you werenât happy, and you knew what the reason was. Something was missing that couldnât be filled, not even with all your friendsâ hundreds of messages of encouragement.Â
Itâs beyond stupid, this feeling like your wins amount to nothing at all just because of one person. You wanted him there to celebrate every achievement with you and he wasnât, and the milestones seemed incomplete without the presence of him. It doesnât feel like youâve accomplished anything because this always used to be a dream you thought youâd make come true together.
âItâs lonely,â he concludes.
It sounds like he feels the same way, like he wanted you to be there too.
He suddenly holds you tighter than you think he needs to, like heâs afraid to let go of you. You imagine that he doesnât want to let go of you, and it makes you feel better for a second. But it doesnât change the fact that he still did in the end. And he will have to when this ends.
What was the point of this? Why did he bring this upon yourselves when he seems to be as hurt as you are? All of this time, all of these years, lost to what? You couldâve been happy together but instead, you were both lost and miserable.
When the music stops - you lost count of how many songs itâs been - you pull away from him. He looks disappointed, maybe even a little hurt for some reason.
âIâm gonna get some air,â you say, already turning away from him.
âY/N-â
âI need some air.â Then youâre weaving through the dancing couples despite Jungkook calling your name. How did he manage it? How did he not look back when you called out for him?
You hastily grab your coat on the way out. Itâs not going to keep you warm, but thatâs not something youâre even remotely concerned with.

Itâs everywhere, you feel it down to your bones.
The wind wraps itself tightly around you, intertwining in your hair, slipping through the cracks of your fingers, caressing your face in a chilling touch. You greet the cold like a long lost sister, shivering violently with nostalgia. It was there for you more than your own flesh and blood.
Is that why you like the sea at night? Because it reminds you of mom?
Itâs dark out here, barely anything is visible except for a lighthouse sending out light in the quiet of the night. You canât see much, but you can certainly hear it. Youâre not sure if the music is coming from inside the venue, or if itâs still ringing in your ears. Itâs probably the latter; youâre too far away to be able to catch the music anyway. But regardless, the tune is quickly drowned out by the sea.
The waves crash violently against the shore like itâs out for blood. Thereâs a magnetic pull, as if itâs calling out for you. You want to go to it, to reach out and feel the cold outside of your body for once, but you stay there despite your legs itching to stand up and run straight ahead. Into the water and down under.
You could lie down and close your eyes for a moment. The sound of the water, as sharp and brutal as it is, nurtures a part of you somehow.
You just want to be alone. You donât want to talk to Taehyung, or Jimin, or even Yoongi.
Oh.
Yoongi.
Itâs a terrible feeling, knowing that youâre going to hurt Yoongi. Knowing that youâre going to kill this even before it has a chance to truly begin.
Truth be told, you canât envision a future with Yoongi. There isnât anything wrong with him, because heâs not the problem here. Yoongi is fun, heâs considerate, he keeps things light on purpose for you, until youâre ready to initiate something more serious. Heâs good for you, even Taehyung thinks so.
But you canât love Yoongi, not in the way that he wants you to. Not more than you love Jungkook.
There you go. Ruining things again.
Did you ruin Jungkook? Is that what happened?
The layers on you are no match for the sea at night. The wind hisses relentlessly, biting at any part of your skin thatâs exposed.
It takes you back to that night. Almost everything does, actually.
Maybe thatâs why you never even stopped to consider starting anything with anyone, because it always ends. If thereâs a beginning, then there will be an inevitable ending. Love isnât made to last and you arenât meant to carry love with you. Youâve been abandoned twice. If it happens a third time, itâs a pattern, and then your hypothesis will only be proven. That the problem here is you.
Youâd be lying if you said you havenât wondered when itâll finally be Taehyungâs turn to leave. He eventually will, right? That oneâs gonna hurt.
Then, youâre startled when someone calls your name.
âWhatâs wrong?â Jungkook asks. The wind and the waves masked the sound of his footsteps walking up to you. When you turn around to face him, his eyes grow worried, almost panicked. âWhy are you crying?â
You breathe out irritatedly before you hastily wipe at your cheeks. You didnât even realize that youâd been crying. âNothingâs wrong. Iâm fine,â you say, though you both know itâs a lie. âIâm just tired. Iâm going up to my room.â
He catches your wrist in a firm grip when you try to walk away. You wish heâd just leave you alone, but you knew he wouldnât drop it just like that.
âI said Iâm fine,â you insist.
âYou were crying,â he says. âDid I do something wrong?â
He didnât, at least not tonight.
God, you really donât want to do this right now.
âJungkook,â you warn. âLet go of me.â
You try to free yourself from his grip, hoping that heâll get the hint and back off for now. Instead, he pulls you into his chest, where you struggle to escape from his hold until you realize your efforts are futile. He takes the windâs place, wound tightly around you, so tightly that itâs nearly impossible for you to move.
You hiss out his name, but he doesnât budge.Â
âJungkook, can you just- Fuck!â
Damn him.
You realize heâs not giving up, which in turn makes you give up struggling, hoping that if you let this be a moment, then itâll be something that can pass.
Youâre just standing there, letting him hold you, letting yourself be held by the person who broke you in the first place. This feels exactly like where youâre supposed to be - in his arms, with your face hidden in the crook of his neck, his gentle fingers stroking your hair. Thereâs not a lot that you could do but lean into that feeling the same way you lean into him. One foot in the sand, one foot in the past. A hand on the doorknob of time, wondering if you should look back or look forward.
You want to be alone, but that never used to apply with him.
The wind stills, the sea calms. You remain unmoving too, locked in his embrace. You feel the faint rhythm of his heart, beating faster than you think it should. If you could, you would bottle this moment up and live there forever.
I miss you, you think.
I miss you.
I miss you.
I miss you.
Then your arms are around him too. It only makes him hold you tighter, and all you can think about is how much you miss him, how painful it is to miss him, how you feel like youâre being pulled apart at the seams from the weight of missing him.Â
Fuck.
Can you pretend that the last few years never happened? Is there a higher power that would allow you to go back to the night before that wretched Wednesday, when everything was still perfect? Hundreds of days of your life, can you pretend that it was just one long nightmare? When you wake up, youâll be back in his humble apartment, tangled up together in his bed. Warm sunlight, your silken youth, and him. It was all you ever needed.
Again with the devastating familiarity. The city, the beach. His motherâs warmth that always made you reminisce about your own motherâs coldness. How Jungkook used to find you in moments like this and just stayed by your side until the dejection passed. He understood that he could never understand it the way you did.
You hear yourself sniffle, then you feel him press a kiss into your hair. Home is comforting.
Oh, you never want to leave.
You donât want to leave, and thatâs terrifying.
You allow yourself to stay there for one more second - one endless second - so you could commit to memory what itâs like to be with him. Back and forth. Itâs always so easy to fall into him.
Jungkook releases you when he feels you loosen after a while, and you reluctantly meet his eyes as he tilts your head to face him. His fingers cradling your jaw, how warm and delicate they feel on your skin.
You swallow thickly, your mind going blank. Heâs the only person you see, the only one that matters. His eyes flicker south, and even then you donât make any move to run away, despite his loose grip on your waist telling you that you can if you want to.
You told him that it would pass, and maybe for him, it will. For him, itâs the city and the moment, making him feel like heâs caught up in a page that heâs turned over a long time ago. He was fine with leaving, and heâs been fine without you. It will pass for him, as much as it hurts you to admit it.
But not for you. For you, thereâs only him. Thereâs nobody else but him. Itâs always been him, no matter how hard you try to tell yourself that there will be another person you can love as much as you love Jungkook. You might only be a page, perhaps even a chapter, in the story of his life, but heâs your entire book. Heâs volume after volume after volume, until he takes up the whole shelf and leaves no room for anything else, not even for yourself.
And now here he is - at the biggest turn in your career.
Heâs a bad blood cell you canât ever get rid of.
Youâll never be able to truly let go of him. How could you? When you truly love someone, those feelings will carry on forever. Theyâll always have a piece of your heart despite an ending. When you look back on a certain period in your life, youâll think to yourself, Youâll always be a part of me. I loved you then.
But Jungkook is a force of nature. He has your whole heart.
Years and years from now, when you look back on your life, you know youâll see him everywhere. Even when youâre old and gray, and when faces all just blur together in a mosaic of broken memories and long lost youth, you know youâll still remember him - the person you loved, the one whom you let slip through your fingers. The great love of your life when you were young.
Sometimes, you regret that day. You canât help feeling like it was your fault too. Maybe you shouldâve tried harder to keep him. You shouldâve fought harder, shouldâve held onto him instead of standing there and watching him leave.
He lit the match, and you let the house burn. It takes two to tango, two to break a heart.
Youâre quick to let people leave. Oh, how you wish it could be that easy to let them go too.
It isnât until your eyes mimic the flicker of his gaze that he leans in. You meet him halfway. For the first time in years, you feel like you could breathe, truly breathe. Itâs achingly slow, like neither of you can believe that this is happening.Â
You sigh against his mouth when his tongue brushes your bottom lip, slips past the seal to devour you. It feels like a perfect dream. You could stay in this bubble with him forever, pretend that youâre the only two people who exist in the world and thereâs nothing else, no one else, waiting for you in a city that seems so far away right now. The thought of him never left you, not even for a second. Heâs always been with you everywhere you go, no matter what you do, always in the back of your mind.
He tastes like your youth, like remembrance. He kisses you like heâs still yours when deep down you know that youâre still his. The hand on your jaw is gentle but firm, and it makes you repeat a thought, I miss you.
Then a feeling, I love you.
Not then. Now.
I love you now.
I love you even when I shouldnât. Even when it hurts. Even when you leave me. Even when you donât love me more than I love you. If there comes a day where you love somebody else, I will still love you then. There will never be another person for me but you. My first and only love.
When he pulls away, you think itâs too quick, even though your lungs are grateful for the breath that you instantly inhale. You stare at his lips like youâre in a daze, mesmerized, wanting to chase them again. You donât even know how you have it in yourself to utter these next words, but you hear your own voice saying them anyway.
Youâre holding onto him now. Doesnât that count?
âLetâsâŠâ Your fingers tighten on the collar of his dress shirt. âLetâs go up to your room.â

note (2): so... what do we think?? will they?? won't they?? đ” stay tuned for obs7.5 which will be dropping 29.09.2023! also i'm gonna pause obs muse asks for a little bit! đŹ



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OMG!!! WTF!!! No words to describe Jungkook's Mum. This was so heart breaking, poor OC and Jungkook. Jungkook made the right choice, and hopefully love will prevail.
Because, I Love You | 12

; Genre: Fluff, angst
; Word Count: 5.1k
; Warnings: Fatphobia, ageism, mentions of miscarriage
; Synopsis: According to society, Jeon Jungkook should not be with you. He should  be with a younger, hotter and thinner girl instead of wasting his time  on you. Itâs a good thing Jungkook doesnât care what society thinks  then.
; A/N: SooâŠyouâve been waiting for this one for likeâŠa week now. And itâs hereâŠthe reason why Jungkook disowns his own mum! If you enjoyed this, please reblog so it can get on other peopleâs screens and Iâd love to hear your thoughts in a comment or an ask - either one is great for me and letâs me know you like this fic still! Your feedback keeps encouraging me to write after all this time.
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âYouâre totally gonna cry.â Jimin teases, though he sounds happy and not malicious. His words are lightened even more by the broad grin heâs wearing as he smoothes out Jungkookâs lapel once more.
âFuck yeah, I am. I cry at anything, seeing the love of my life in her wedding dress walking down the aisle towards me? If Iâm not blubbing like a two-year-old whoâs had candy taken from them then punch me till I am.â Jungkook is rambling, and he can tell. But heâs so damn nervous and excited. Nervited. Excous. Whole new words.
Junghyun, his older brother, laughs loudly and pats Jungkook on the shoulder. Well, it feels more like heâs punching him but Jungkook will just consider it a pat as itâs done in good faith. Jimin was his best man, but Junghyun had agreed to be a groomsman.
The two of you had decided on a smaller wedding, to save money and make it more intimate. So you only had two bridesmaids and two groomsmen. Momo, your best friend whoâd moved back in the last year, was your maid of honour while Hana, another close friend, was a bridesmaid. Thankfully, your friends had been understanding as to why they werenât all invited to be in the bridal party - because Jungkook wanted his brother and best friend, so logically you needed two to match - and were now sitting comfortably in the chairs that had been placed out for the day.
Youâd also decided that you didnât want your bridesmaids to walk down the aisle, do they were already waiting for you. The whole day was planned to be simple, fun and intimate. Youâd both chosen a beautiful hotel as your venue and were marrying in the gardens, with the dinner and reception later to be half in the other part of the gardens and the hall that had been rented.
Chewing on his lip ring, he looks towards the door thatâll youâll be coming through for perhaps the millionth time and he jumps on the spot for a moment. Heâs got too many feelings, too much energy. He just wants you to turn up so he can marry you.
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Wow!!!Jungkook was savage!!! The love between Jungkook and OC is beautiful. For personal reasons, the scene with Yoongi and his eye made me squirm in my seat. You described the fight scene so well, it was like we were there with Jungkook.
Claws of Carnality | jjk (m) (15)

Pairing: alpha jungkook x omega reader
Genre: (fluff, angst, and smut) abo/werewolf, fantasy
Rating: 18+/nsfw
Word Count: 7k
Summary: The Duels of the Chosen come to an abrupt end, and the right to lay claim to you can only be won by one.Â
Warnings: CHARACTER INJURY, LOTS OF BLOOD MENTIONS, GORE, MENTIONS OF BROKEN BONES, MENTIONS OF LOSS OF BODY PARTS (this is the fight you all were waiting for and it wonât be clean), dom!jungkook, alpha!jungkook, alpha!Taehyung, alpha!Jimin, sub!reader, omega!reader, cursing, praising, possessive!jungkook, teasing, dirty talk, marking, manhandling
A/N: This chapter is brought to you by Seven, Jungkookâs new single that was released a few days ago. Jungkook is entirely responsible for my lust-crazed writing of this chapter. I ask that if you enjoyed it, you please let me know in the comments. The chapter that I wrote and posted last month didnât do as well as Iâd hoped, so please show this one some love. The next update will be out faster the more attention the story gets. Without further ado, please enjoy.Â
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The shadow that tails the russet-furred wolf darkens as it descends over Jungkook, who turns quickly to face the new threat seconds before contact.
Reflexively, Jungkookâs own claws lengthen and grow out even more from between his very human fingers, his canines sharpening as they too extend so that they push out from under his lips.
Two glinting rows of teeth are coming for him, but he doesnât think twice before he ducks under the now airborne wolf. Yoongiâs teeth just barely graze the tip of a hair on your alphaâs head before he lands.
âI should have fucking known you were going to do something like this, you bastard,â Jungkook quips as the hairs on his arms darken and spread like arteries across his flesh while he begins to shift. âYou never did play fair.â
When Yoongi tries to pounce once more, Jungkook rolls forward and pivots on his heel, the claws that have enlarged and lengthened between his toes catching at the small pebbles nestled between the soil as a cloud of dirt lifts and circles his form. Â
Jungkook doesnât flinch even as the mottled mire sullies his sight, but Yoongi is relentless.
 The large russet-furred wolf dips his claws into the dirt, and without pause, shirks it up toward Jungkookâs eyes.
Still crouched with one leg bent under him, itâs all Jungkook can do to shield his eyes from the landslide of black dirt coming for him, one of his arms shielding his eyes from the onslaught of dirt that is barraged his way.
Yoongi starts toward him, but the sound of dark laughter penetrates the air through the black particles that fill it, and even Yoongi pauses. Taehyung stills.
âYou think you can beat me? With a little fucking dirt? If this is all you have, Yoongi, this match will be over before it even started, you mangy mutt.â
His words set fire to the opposing wolfâs paws, and again, he sets upon Jungkook with a loud, angry snarl.
Jungkook grabs for a jagged, uneven stone the size of his palm whilst the specks of earth still give him cover and taunts, âCome and get me, you fucker.â
Yoongi dashes fast toward him and instead of running, Jungkook steadies himself. He plants his feet in place where heâs crouched, and when Yoongiâs maw lowers and his teeth point toward Jungkookâs jugular, Jungkook waits, his chest rising and falling in even bouts as concentration lines his face.
Heâs patient and lets Yoongi come for him. When the russet-furred wolf is but a foot away, thatâs when Jungkook strikes. The stone heâd picked up is driven up and into the bottom of Yoongiâs jaw, the jagged edge piercing bone and tongue before lodging into the underside of his chin and then Yoongi barks in pain. He recoils and lobs his head to this side and that in an attempt to dislodge the rock, but his attempts are fruitless and he stumbles around with no particular direction in mind.
âAll that, and I didnât even need to fucking shift,â Jungkook tsks, âYou were just as jejune to battle as Taehyung was.â
Jungkook turns his back to the other wolf who growls furiously at him and again his irises hunt for yours until heâs captured you in his sight.
You want to go to him. Need deluges you in its drift and you whine pathetically for him. He must hear it, because he drags a bloody hand through his hair so that he can display the blood marks you had left there, his muscles flexing as he does and his eyes? They not only reflect your desire, but refract it two-fold when they streak against yours.
Your sex clenches around nothing for the umpteenth time.
You look like youâre ready for me to take you away from here, my love. I may be going through these mutts fast, but I plan on taking my time with you. This is but the first round of it. They call it foreplay, pretty girl. Have you heard of it?
As his voice permeates your mind, you make a sound of pure, utter desperation that the silver around your head, wrists and legs tries to drown, but not even it can quiet you.
Your alpha smirks knowingly, not caring about the shaking, trembling mass of limbs that inches toward him. Thereâs a pained grunt when that mass of flesh slumps over Jungkookâs feet and when he looks down at Taehyung, who has his tongue bitten between his teeth, he simply arches a brow. âIâm surprised you can even move with so many bones being broken. Your determination really is something to be praised even if your fucking motives are wrong.â
âWrong as they may be, you made an error yourself, Pack Alpha,â Taehyung drawls, âYou may have made me promise my fealty to you, but you never said when. Youâre so distracted by a little bit of pussy that you canât even see straight anymore. And that, Jeon, will be the reason you fucking lose.â
Jungkookâs eyes widen, and he easily punts Taehyung onto his back and off of him, but not before the sound of paws thudding against the earth behind him cease. Yoongi vaults over him, the crimson moonlight of the blood moon shirking away from him under Yoongiâs shadow.
Yoongi lands, but both of his hind legs kick upward, the sharp, curved claws of both slicing through Jungkookâs exposed flesh to leave four furious red lines curving diagonally down one side of his chest and another four curling obliquely on the other.
Your throat hurts, but you donât realize why until your ears start to ring from your own screams.
Jungkook staggers back with the force of the blow, and Yoongi doesnât let him recover before he has turned and bunted Jungkook with his head so that heâs knocked to his knees.
Thereâs no time for him to do anything more than that. Â
Blood spumes and spews forth in a cloudburst of red around the males, and the Pack Alphaâs expression screws up in suffering under the horrible cracking made by the bones of his upper arm that are trapped in the maw of the four legged russet-furred wolf who stands in front of him.
âHow does it feel to lose now, Pack Alpha?â Taehyungâs crumpled form on the dirt spasms as he hacks up crimson and snickers cruelly, âYoongiâs going to bite off your cock, so what will you do then, huh? Is your little rut-mate going to fuck your face the rest of your life? I bet sheâll get tired of your tongue eventually. If Yoongi doesnât rip that out, too, that is.â
The sharp, pointed teeth that have implanted themselves into Jungkookâs bicep dig further into his flesh and the Pack Alpha groans before he swings with his good arm, his fingers clenching into a fist moments before his hand strikes Yoongi right in the eye.
The russet-furred wolf only lodges his teeth deeper into Jungkookâs flesh as he recoils, and you watch in horror as your alphaâs skin along his upper arm begins to tear and rip from under Yoongiâs unrelenting denticulation. Â
âI havenât lost anything, you bitch. The way I see it, this will go one way, and that will end with you both on the fucking ground and me standing over each of you watching,â Jungkookâs voice lowers dangerously, âand relishing in the blood that will leave your pathetic bodies. You can threaten me all you will, but your threats are empty. He bites into his cheek to stave off the pain, âDo not think you can degrade my mate, either. You just earned yourself more fucking pain when I get free from him.â Yoongi growls, and so does Taehyung as he declares through bloodied lips, âMy mate will have any part of me she wants when the time comes. It will be her decision when that is. I wonât let either of you take that from her or from me. Not when Iâve waited for her for so long.â Jungkook barks fiercely, âShe means more to me than anything you could ever know, not that either of you would understand with how small your fucking brains are. She is the love my life." He scrunches his face in suffering when Yoongi's teeth break more blood vessels. "When she is ready, she will be the mother of my children. I canât wait for you both to fucking see her when sheâs round with my pups. Forever and eternally mine.â
âBold of you to assume all that seeing as youâre two seconds from having your fucking arm torn off. That arm of yours looks like shit, Pack Alpha.â Taehyung bitterly croaks.
âHe could rip my fucking arm off and I still could tear you to pieces, you fucking runt.â Jungkook threatens, his eyes flashing menacingly. âI donât need two arms to fuck you up.â
Taehyung cowers, his mouth shutting at that.
Jungkookâs eyes fasten themselves to yours and they are quickly cuffed by contrition, his jaw setting and strong masseter muscles flexing to push the sound of pain any wolf would make down as he draws his arm back once again to smite Yoongi in the same place heâd just struck.
Your panic must be souring the air because words knot together in your mind that your mate puts there when he tugs on the bond stringing you to him.
Iâm sorry you had to see this, my love. I got distracted. I wonât let it happen again.
In the back of your mind, you know he doesnât regret anything. Only that you had to witness this.
Never before had anyone managed to put Jungkook on his knees in combat. Not until now.
Yoongi digs his paws into the earth as he swings his massive head back and forth, the action ripping and tearing Jungkookâs flesh like parchment as he continues his assault on Yoongiâs right eye. Crimson pools from Jungkookâs lacerations and, like a waterfall, cascades from the wounds without stoppage.
The world starts to blur, and you only realize youâre crying when a tear falls down your cheek.
In front of you, Jungkookâs chest rumbles and a vibrating sound falls from his lips. Deep, low and dangerous.
He canât bear the sight of you weeping because of his mistake. Itâs more than he can take.
So, he wrests his attention away from you, as difficult as that is, and focuses it on the wolf in front of him.
Any benevolence that had been there is burned away until only malevolence has taken to the hearth of his heart, the whites of his eyes tinging to a violent red as he scathingly narrows his vision on Yoongi with them.
Red begins to taint the world in its color for Jungkook, the anger pounding through his very veins that it was he who had made his omega cry.
âYouâre going to regret ever existing by the time I am through with you, you son of a bitch.â
His words are cold as ice, but the heat of a thousand fires roars through his eyes as he stands from his knees, a distorted expression making his lips turn down as Yoongi attempts to jerk and whip his head to one side in attempt to dislodge Jungkookâs arm from its socket.
Pain is melded with fury, and your alpha doesnât hesitate before he straightens the fingers of his good, free hand, and then impels all five claws between them in the one place that no healer would ever be able to mend.
âTake this, you jackass,â Jungkook snaps.
All five claws plunge into the russet-furred wolfâs right eye and Yoongi bellows loudly in anguish, his maw opening as he falls on his haunches while Jungkook turns and twists his claws harshly through the layers of tissue in Yoongiâs skull, and then the russet-furred wolf is descending to the ground. In the skirmish, he releases Jungkook and Jungkook tumbles to the ground with him.
Crimson rains through the air, and bone now ganders from the open slits and splits in Jungkookâs left upper arm that has rivulets of red that coat and mat the fur that now covers it.
 âWhat the fuck are you doing?â Taehyung, who lies feet away from the Pack Alpha, blanches out blood.
âWhat I should have done long, long ago,â Jungkook grates out, âYoongi has never been able to see what a real alpha looks like with his own eyes. With the one that will remain, he will never again look upon me without remembering who took that flawed sight from him. And when others see him, they will never unsee the weakness of one who will never be stronger than me.â Jungkookâs injured arm hangs loosely by his side when he glances from it to the other wolf, fury ringing his irises as he furls his fingers in the pliable, weak tissue that his curved claws cut through as easily as a piece of a meat while Yoongi roars in pain, âwho will never be wiser than me,â Jungkookâs unguis sever the last layer of nerves nestled deep in the other wolfâs eye socket when he drives a knee down on the wolfâs ribcage like a hammer, the sound of bones breaking underneath him, âand who will never be better than me.â Jungkook takes his other foot and buries it into the earth to steady himself when Yoongi thrashes violently against him. Â
Jungkook doesnât even bat an eye at the wounds that have his lifeblood trickling down over his body. He just huffs in irritation.
You donât know why, but the sight has heat stirring in your core.
Jungkook pushes down against Yoongiâs broken ribs with a snarl, the other wolfâs breath knocked from him when Jungkook shoves him onto his side using his knee. He unforgivingly thrusts the foot it is connected to into the downed wolfâs stomach, his claws piercing the flesh of Yoongiâs stomach as he does.
Yoongi tries to rise, but Jungkook is stronger, even as wounded as he is.
âYou really think that these wounds are enough to stop me? Iâve had much worse in my trainings with my father,â Jungkook mocks brutally. âYou really are a fucking dumbass to think you could possibly take me in a fight. Youâve never won against me, and you never will.â
Jungkook savagely plucks Yoongiâs eye from its socket and without giving it even a glare, tosses it behind him where it rolls to a rest next to Taehyung, who screws his eyelids shut in perturbation.
âYou are a fool, Yoongi,â Jungkook depravedly arcs his good arm down over Yoongiâs exposed side that isnât pressed against the earth, and his fur and flesh are clawed off of him as Jungkook goes on, âand fools are meant to follow. I will strike you down as many times I need to do until you fucking see that.â The Pack Alpha draws his uninjured arm in the air once more, his blood-soaked claws curving wickedly when he lashes Yoongi with it over and over again across every inch of him that he can reach from his neck to his hind paws.
Somewhere between the seventy-seventh lashing, Yoongi stills, his flailing arms and legs going limp underneath Jungkookâs brutal ministrations.
âSubmit to me or Iâll destroy what little part of you will be recognizable to you after this. Donât, and Iâll make sure to disfigure your face so every morning when you wake and look at your reflection, you shall know only disgust and revulsion,â Jungkook bristles when Yoongiâs lips curl up to display his teeth, âand you shall be plagued when the sun falls and you go to sleep at night and think of all the women and men who will shriek and scream as they stare upon you say âdear gods, what is that ugly thing?ââ
Yoongi is still as the stone that is still embedded in the underside of his jaw, the blood that has coated it glinting forebodingly in the moonlight.
Taehyung, who lies on his back a little ways away from the pair of wolves chokes up, âHe said before the battle that heâd rather fucking have his jaw ripped off than do that.â
âOh, we canât have thatâŠthatâs too simple.â Jungkook shakes his head, his vision redder than the blood that pools from his wounds as he lifts his good arm and puts it under his chin to consider, âYou both have been very, very bad. I think it would be fitting to make certain you are always reminded of what happens when you donât fucking listen to me,â Jungkook bends over Yoongi and his claws wedge themselves into the flesh covering his ribcage, his nails sharpening so that his fingers can follow his claws as Yoongiâs back bows inward while he goes on, âso that you can never run from your failures and errs that I tried to warn you never to make,â Jungkookâs fingers find one of Yoongiâs ribs and he pulls it hard so that it breaks in half, the air pushed from Yoongiâs lungs as Jungkookâs own bones shift and shape, the hairs along his arms and head spreading like veins over his entire body, âand so that when you look or think to take my mate, my rank, or my life from me ever again, you will remember that this is what is waiting for you should you be stupid enough to try it.â
The last word moves from him as the last of his bones do, and now, heâs black as the night sky in the fur that has covered his body. Strong, muscled legs and arms hold him up and his teeth are longer and bigger than ever before, his claws also enlarged and especially lethal in their new curvature.
The same soft, downy furs that tuft along the crest of his sternum are there where there is a patch of hair that is arranged in a spherical shape resembling the moon in the whitened color of it that mirrors the youthful beams of midnight moonlight. Blood now cakes that little tuft of fur, and it is red with the blood that coats it. More of it drips from his stomach, and his maimed, damaged arm is kept up and away from Yoongiâs open maw.
The first time youâd seen your alpha fully shift, youâd marveled at his beauty. It is no different this time. He is the prettiest creature youâve ever seen. Youâre sure that the gods took their time with him, with both forms of him. Heâs stands tall on three of his paws, and heâs fucking massive. Heâs three times the size of Yoongi and two times the size of Taehyung, who youâd seen in the forest many months ago.
Perhaps the gods really had their favor in those they crafted.
Heâs like an envoy of the gods, really, with the way that he has his weight in his hind legs with his front leg held down over Yoongi, his claws still entrenched into his abdomen like the defeated wolf is part of Jungkookâs own conquest.
Like this, words can no longer leave his lips. But like this, he bares his serrated, edged canines and a rumbling sound is pushed from his throat as he lowers his head toward the downed wolfâs neck.
Yoongi remains quiet, yet defiant in that silence. Taehyung glowers at the sight of Jungkook knowing his doom is imminent.
For Jungkook to shift was for him to be serious about doling out his vengeance or commands. In his imposing size, there was little any wolf could do to resist him.
Youâre so caught in it that you donât even see the alpha whoâd been standing watch over you the whole time steps back into the crowd of wolves around you, his feet stopping him when he stands atop the knoll where the three elders presiding over the battle had remained the entire time.
âThe Pack Alpha thought this would happen, so he has given me a message for both combatants. May I relay it now, Jungkook?â The tall male that you know to be Namjoon, Jungkookâs second-in-command, asks.
Jungkook doesnât look away from either of the defeated wolves around him, but he does incline his head in answer.
Namjoon speaks again, âThe Pack Alphaâs message is this: Surrender or be dismembered. Bone by bone. He will make it slow, and he will make it painful. And heâll make sure that neither of you are allowed to die,â Namjoon pauses, his eyes scanning the two fallen wolves for signs of submission before continuing, âYouâll just be left to suffer again and again without pause until you cede to him. He is through with you both, and now you will pay the price for your insubordination.â
âI already su-â Taehyungâs raspy response isnât even completed before Jungkook gnarrs threateningly.
Taehyung splutters through blood, âWhat do you fucking want from me, Jeon?â
Jungkookâs eyes are splintering when he looks from Yoongi to Taehyung and then back to Yoongi. He seems to decide something when his irises linger a little too long on the stone still embedded in Yoongiâs chin that heâd put there earlier.
Without a word, Jungkook withdraws his claws from Yoongiâs abdomen, and the defeated wolf struggles for air through a heaving chest. When Jungkookâs paw hits the ground, his eyes narrow at Yoongi, a silent command being issued from the Pack Alpha to Yoongi.
Yoongi seems to understand, but remains motionless, his only remaining pupil becoming smaller whilst Jungkookâs become larger before blackening in the Alphaâs Bidding he uses on Yoongi.
Blood gushes from the new, dark holes in Yoongiâs side as he struggles to rise, his arms giving out because Jungkook had cut into them so deeply that even the muscle there had been sheared into shreds. Little fur remained on him, and he looked almost as if heâd been skinned with the lack of it.
His front and hind legs shake with the effort of attempting to move, and though resentment lathers the ground in the blood that falls from him, he cannot reject the order that Jungkook had given. Heâd lost one eye already. He didnât wish to lose the other.
After all, no wolf could ignore the Alphaâs Bidding. No alpha, omega, or beta could ignore the command of one who was stronger than they.
It takes him many attempts to lift himself up and stand on his aching legs, but the once russet-furred wolf comes to a shaky stand and with one final look at Jungkook, who gives a nod of confirmation, he treads forth toward the mangled mess of limbs that is Taehyung.
Confusion addles Taehyungâs features as Yoongi comes upon him, the wolfâs eye glassy and glazed over in the state of subservience Jungkook had put him in. He walks unevenly over Taehyungâs body until his mouth hovers over Taehyungâs face.
He canât even close his mouth with the stone that has pierced his tongue through his lower mandible, and so his spit and drool spatters atop both of Taehyungâs cheeks from either side of Yoongiâs jaws.
Taehyung turns his head, pleading, âPlease, Jungkook. I donât know what you told him, but-â
âJungkook will not hear any of your pleas, Taehyung,â Namjoon calls out from above them on the knoll that overlooks the battle grounds, his expression indifferent and unchanging as he tells him matter-of-factly, âHe said youâd try to bargain your way out of this like you always do, but that nothing you could say would change your fate.â Namjoon doesnât even stop talking through Taehyungâs loud shriek as Yoongiâs head comes nearer, âHe said your tongue would be a good trophy since you seem to think your face will get you anything you want. But I convinced him to be practical and let you keep it so you can apologize and atone for your sins. So, heâs going to give you a different punishment instead. When you stare upon yourself in the mirrors youâre so fond of, the mark of his victory and your defeat will be the ultimate embarrassment for you.â Jungkook watches with anticipation as Namjoon goes on, âOne that you will carry with you for the rest of your miserable life. One that no potential mate will be able to look past without acknowledging your serious lack of judgement and absence of ability in combat.â
âNo! NO!â Taehyung screams and tries to flee, but his body canât bear the effort and all he can do is lay in the puddle of his blood as he cries, âDonât touch me! Stop, Yoongi!â
Yoongi throws his head back, his blood spraying over Taehyung before his neck veers down and in one quick motion, drags the pointed edge of the stone stuck in his chin over Taehyungâs face. It cuts his flesh like it is water where it is lugged from his upper cheek to his brow where the rock catches on the ridge of Taehyungâs brow and slips from Yoongiâs chin to land with a thwap on the ground beside them. Â
Taehyung flinches, but canât even lift his arms to cradle the new wound there as Yoongi proceeds to bite and chomp on Taehyung everywhere from his shoulders to his toes. On each hand, Yoongi bites off one of his fingers. He does the same to each of his feet.
Somewhere during it all, Taehyungâs screams are silenced by the blood that clogs his throat. Atop of him, Yoongiâs muscles spasm and with one final heave of air through his lips, he topples and collapses next to Taehyung in a heap of crimson and spit.
All eyes turn to Jungkook, who stalks banefully and perniciously toward the two wolves. The very dirt beneath him parts for him as he does.
He glances from Yoongi to Taehyung, from Taehyung to Yoongi, and then up to Namjoon, another silent conversation exchanged between their eyes and then Namjoon nods.
âThe cost of your disobedience and recalcitrance has been paid. Should either of you attempt to challenge the Pack Alpha again, he has stipulated that you will be locked in cages of silver that he will build himself so that he can see personally to your discipline.â Jungkookâs fur begins to wane from his back where some of it retrocedes into his pores, his claws and canines receding as Namjoon talks, his bones popping and cracking until the last of his fur leaves his body to reveal golden skin and a head of dark hair. Heâs bare of any clothes, and even though heâs hurt, the sight still has your mouth watering while Namjoon warns, âShould either of you attempt to flee from the pack, he will hunt you down, and he will make you rue the day you were brought into the world.â
The red tinge that had taken over your alphaâs irises has started to fade and, in its wake, his irises grow until they fill the whole of his eyes as he commands, âNeither of you will do anything without direct approval from me from this day forward, and you will both serve me until your dying breath. The very breaths you take from this point on are a gift from me.â The crimson that had colored his eyes ebbs and they are turned the shade of the deepest pit as he orders, âand I will never hear a word or thought that is out of line from either of you, ever again, about my mate. If you so much as speak her name unless she addresses you, Iâll flay you myself. Breathe if you fucking understand.â
Yoongi gives a deflated huff. Taehyung emits a scared squeak.
That seems to satisfy Jungkook, for the blackness ringing his irises shatters around them.
You whine, the pitiful sound causing your alphaâs attention to light upon you through the night. Without casting his vision away from you, he gives a wave of his hand and utters, âGet Min and Kim to the healers. Theyâll die if theyâre left to bleed out here, Namjoon.â
Slowly, ever so slowly, the familiar gold of his irises singes through the darkness and warms every part of you in it.
âVery well, Pack Alpha,â Namjoon replies, âI shall see to it that the healers do not attend to any wound that isnât fatal.â The brown-haired male appraises Jungkook for injuries before adding, âI sent some medical supplies to the bathhouse. I had it arranged for you earlier, so you and your mate will have it all to yourselves seeing as how you will not want to be in the medical wing with the others.â
Jungkook thanks him, but before he can even take more than two steps toward you, the nasally voices of the two elders beside your grandmother speak.
âThis battle is concluded. Pack Alpha Jungkook has won the right to claim Omega Y/N as his mate. The defeated combatants no longer hold any ability to challenge him for her.â They quiet when your grandmother steps forward, her arm raised toward Jungkook, âPack Alpha Jungkook, your wounds must be attended to. By right, you may have your omega clean them and wash you before you and she may mate.â
The word has your cheeks turning red even though the silver numbs them.
âI shall have my omega and no one else. Only she may see to me.â Jungkook declares.
âAs you wish, Pack Alpha. You must now make your way there. She will join you shortly.â Your grandmother supplies. âYou know the tradition. Once an alpha has won an omega, that omega is allowed a little time to prepare herself for him.â
Jungkookâs eyes dip down your body and then heâs licking his lips. âI know the tradition well. Iâve had a lot of time to think about it. Just donât let anyone touch her. Sheâs mine now.â
Your insides get hot under the searing heat of his eyes as he says that.
Your grandmother nods, but he doesnât see it. He only sees you.
You watch him as he turns, desperation clinging to you like a cloak and you whimper in the hope that he may linger a little longer.
His voice caresses you with the leaves that blow against your skin as his beautiful, bloodied lips move for you. âBear it for me just a little more, pretty girl. Youâll have me all to yourself in only a short while.â
He disappears among the wolves that crowd around you, and then there are gentle hands that lift your diadem from your head. No one dares to touch your skin, and so the movements are careful in undoing the clasps and clamps securing your wrists and calves. One by one those are taken off of you and with each that leaves you, your senses return to you as if theyâd never left. The filter that had been blocking sound from your ears dissipates, the blurriness lens that had obscured your vision disappears, and even the invisible plug that had been blocking your nose is removed as the silver is.
Perhaps the most significant of all is that the insensitivity that had numbed your bones and muscles retrogresses, and you are off and bounding away from the sea of wolves surrounding you as the last of the silver pieces your mate had made for you is put back into its box by Seokjin, who smiles at Namjoon when the pair of mates share a knowing glance.
You bolt past the stage your mate had danced for you on and even the fire of the braziers set upon and around it are winded at your speed as he dash without pause toward your waiting mate.
You charge on, your hands gripping the skirt of your gown as you run through the grassy walkways leading toward the schoolhouse you had taught the pups for so many years at, the dining hall youâd frequented rarely in all the studying youâd had to spend your nights doing, the elderâs den that youâd often had to visit your grandmother in to be tested on the codes and edicts of the pack and its traditions. You pass the omega and alpha dens for unmated wolves that are on the adjoining side where you had had to live for much of your life.
You donât even pay attention to the circular arrangement of shops that range from the clothier to the carpenterâs. You do, however, slow to a stop when you spot the blacksmithâs parlor that is nestled between the leather makerâs store and the trinket crafterâs place.
What little free time you did have when you were younger, you would watch this place from a distance, your sight set on the male that used to work behind the windows. Youâd used to get frustrated trying to see him through the females that tried to horde the place, but youâd had Niva to thank for the telescope that sheâd given you so that you could.
The blacksmith that worked thereâŠhe was now yours. The thought has you running once again, your heart panging with affection for him as your feet carry you through the night.
On the edge of the compound, past all the merchantâs circle youâd just been, beyond the dens and adjacent constructions so critical to the pack, there you find what you had been looking for.
Like everything else in the compound, it is of a wood make, but unlike everything else in the compound, it is a darker wood. There are windows on every side, but bloodred curtains have been pulled together to hide its interior. The small rectangular junctions in the area above it are also bordered with glass and are free of any obstructions to admit natural light within.
Two rows of timber wolves are perched out front and face each other, and above the massive double set of doors, an entire oaken sculpture of a wolf is affixed to the archway above the doors. Like everywhere else in the compound, light hangs from braziers affixed to metal chains that hang from the overhead.
You donât hesitate before pushing the doors open, the aged wood creaking and groaning from the effort of admitting you before closing behind you as you release your skirts and look for who youâd come to see.
Your feet plop against wood, and unlike outside, the inside is lit by the soft firelight of lanterns of all makes and sizes that are propped against the walls, the dancing flames within covered by glass.
Ahead of you, there are twelve smaller, circular pools cut into the wood that are filled with water clear as crystal. To your left and right, there are two large basins of water ovular in shape that span from the entrance of the bathhouse all the way to the back of it.
You venture deeper into the bathhouse, but donât see any sign of your alpha. You eye the doorway in the very back, the glow of flames brightening it as it moves and the strong scent of your alpha wafting under your nostrils amidst the steam that fills the bathhouse.
You continue on, your thighs wetting when you let your alphaâs scent drift under your nostrils. You donât bother calling his name. You know heâs here. You know he waits for you.
You cross under the arch cut into the wall above you and finally you find him. Â
Heâs standing inside a smaller pool of water that has long since turned a deep red from the blood that has tainted it.
Heâs got his back to you, one uninjured, but blood-streaked hand rubbing at the flesh along his shoulder where angry, raised skin is torn and ripped open and the arm it is connected to hangs limply by his side.
âAlphaâŠâ You fall to your knees just outside the pool, your eyes burning as tears start to trail down your cheeks as you call for him again, âMy alpha. My mate.â
Your alpha turns slow, his eyes attaching to yours quickly as he utters, âOmega,â he reaches for you with his good arm and you lean into his touch as he cups your cheek, âMy omega. How happy I am to see you. Did you miss me?â
âYou know I did, Jungkook,â You tell him earnestly, your hand covering his as you blink through the tears, âIâm sorry. This is all my fault. If it werenât for me-â
âI would do it all over again if it got me this,â Jungkookâs thumb slides along the edge of your jaw, âif it brought me to you.â
Your heart throbs at that.
âBut⊠but youâre in pain. Youâre hurt because of me.â You cry as your eyes linger on the incensed, inflamed flesh of his chest where he now dons scratches that sob with you. They are not as deep as you had initially thought, but beads of blood collect along it before hurling down his chest. It is his arm that took the most damage, for the muscles there are split and frayed to the point that his bone is visible.
âI have had far worse as I told you before, my love.â Jungkook coaxes you forward, your hands coming down to the edge of the pool to support your weight as he sinks shoulder-deep into the water, âThis is nothing I cannot handle. I would take many more scars onto my body if it meant you would come to me. If it meant you would be all mine,â the blood is tugged from his wounds in his movement and dragged about his form through the water as he lifts his chin and brings yours to him. You let him guide your lips to his, not caring that the blood of the downed wolves heâd taken down for you still lingers there. He mouths, âNever forget that.â
Heâs gentle with you and so different from the male youâd seen minutes ago. The warmness has returned to his eyes, and looking at them is like looking at the sunrise. Calming. Peaceful. Beautiful.
Emotion swells within you, and you can do little to quell it.
âI donât,â you sniffle under his lips, âdeserve you.â
âYou do deserve me,â Jungkookâs pink tongue departs from his mouth to lick at a stray tear that travels down your cheek, âAnd you shall have me always. Iâm yours now just as you are mine, pretty girl.â
âIâŠI love you, Jungkook,â you whisper against his lips.
âAnd I you, Y/N,â Sincerity hangs onto his words before he closes the distance between you, âIâm going to show you what devotion is,â he parts his lips, the hot muscle of his tongue pushing against your mouth and you open your own for him as he promises, âIâm going to show you how much deeper than an ocean it is,â his tongue is unhurried in its journey to map out your mouth as he breathes, âAnd night after night, I will love you right.â
Desire awakens inside you at his words, your oncoming heat making it difficult to think past that now that heâs here in your arms.
He leaves you breathless and gasping with his passionate professions, and when your mouths disconnect in need of air, you nudge at his nose to pant, âY-you already do, alpha.â You brush your lips across one of his cheeks and then over his nose, and then over to the other cheek. âYou have been for quite a while now. Now, I want to do something for you to show my dedication to you. Your mouth caresses his skin as you drag your lips downward toward his neck, his own lips trying to follow yours as he turns his head toward you and then you ask, âWill you let me?â
Your alpha hardens at your confession.
âWhat is it you want me to give you permission to do, omega? You know Iâll let you have anything in my power to give,â He tells you, his tongue slipping from his mouth to flatten along your scent gland that throbs for him along the side of your throat as he hungrily laps up the oils you produce there. At the sensation of the hot muscle against your flesh, you canât help but to release the rest of the pheromones youâd been trying to hold in, slick dampening your thighs. The moment you do, he curses, his eyes rolling back, âFuckâŠyou taste and smell even better than before. Did my brief absence make you yearn for me this much? Or is it your heat? It must be all but upon you now. Tell me what you want and it will be yours, omega.â
âIâŠI want to take care of you, alpha. Will you,â you swallow, and try again, âWill you let me clean you up so that you can take me away from here?â You nudge at the throbbing gland along his own neck.
Jungkook groans and presses forward toward you, but that little movement has him grimacing from the punctures arcing across his abdomen as he releases you to steady himself by putting each of his own hands along the rim of the pool, a cloud of fresh of blood darkening the water as it pours from his wounds. Suddenly the heat flaring in your belly is chilled by the cold realization that he suffers now.
Suffering that you had been the cause of.
Your omegean instinct kicks in as your omega harks insistently, the need to take care of him overriding your earlier desire and snapping you out of the spell of lust that had briefly taken over you.
You rise to get the metal tray of vials of all different colors and textures, dark bottles of balms and medicinal solutions, wash towels, gauze, and cloth wrappings that had been left on the timbered table that has several lanterns with red, hot flames burning in them.
âHold on, alpha. Iâll make this right.â You vow as you assemble what you need onto the tray. âI read about how to clean and properly tend to afflictions such as these when I was little. Let me dress your wounds, and then we can go from there, okay? I want to mend you. I want to make you better.â
Thereâs the sloshing of water as your alpha ascends the steps out of the now blood-soaked pool, and then a strong arm encircles your middle, your breath hitching when warm breath billows over the back of your neck as he offers, âMake it right, then, omega. Iâm eager to see how good you are with your hands.â Beneath his hand, butterflies flit through your belly. âNow where do you want me, pretty girl?â