Oh Wow He Was Kinda Mean But That Smut

oh wow he was kinda mean but that smut 😩

risqué (m) | 1

➵ summary; in which jungkook realizes you’re not a 15-year-old girl with a silly crush anymore, but rather a seductive, young woman with her eyes set on him. you’re tempting but is it worth the risk for jungkook?

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pairing; jungkook x f. reader

word count; 9,229

rating; 18+

content; age gap au, reader is a tease, mutual sexual attraction, bathroom sex, smut/angst

warnings; swearing, slight choking, oral sex (m. receiving), fingering, dirty talk, degrading names (jk calls reader a slut and a brat), bit of dom!jk, slight exhibitionism, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, guys!), creampie, cum eating

a/n; here it is!! i hope you like it and enjoy it as well <3 thank you sm to the anon to requested this, i hope i did a good job writing it lol - if any of you have questions after reading, let me know in an ask or dm me!

ps. this is heavily unedited so if you see any mistakes and typos, just close your eyes and pretend you didn’t thanks :D

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yoongi is fine fine

hard liquor | myg. (m)

➵ summary: your dull evening at a bar becomes hopeful when your mysterious, handsome boss min yoongi shows you the ropes on everything alcohol, but shows you much more when he ends up buried deep inside you.

➵ pairing: executive boss!yoongi x employee!reader

➵ genre: business!au, age gap!au (5 years), smut, pwp

➵ rating: 18+

➵ word count: 8k

➵ warnings: alcohol consumption, teasing, explicit sexual content, pussy fondling, semi-public fingering, exhibitionism, humiliation, dry-humping, begging, titty sucking, marking, manhandling, dirty talk, elevator sex, tipsy sex (consensual), cum-eating, impregnation kink, creampie <3

➵ a/n: HELLOO THIS FIC IS FINALLY HERE!! thank you endlessly to everyone who’s patiently waited and shown support for this before it was even written, i hope it reads well!! 🥺 a million thank you’s to my wife @amourtae​ for beta-ing!! your feedback is always appreciated <3

“One more sangria, please.” 

“Haven’t you had enough of those?” 

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Loveddd the angst😩 lowkey i didn’t like Yoongi in the beginning because of how mysterious and weird he was acting but at the end i enjoyed his character a bit more :)

bloom - MYG | M

↣ you’ve been crushing on your brother’s best friend for years now, and after you overcame your diffidence, your feelings escalate which could only cause more agony because he would never return your feelings.

pairing: yoongi x reader

genre/rating: R | fluff, smut, angst

word count: 14.5K

play: bloom by troye sivan

warnings/tags: brother’s best friend au, brother!Namjoon, strong language, Y/N is really shy, psychologist!Yoongi (ahem), age gap, virgin!reader, pining, these fits at the wedding, Respect (from MOTS7), cigarette smoking, explicit smut- food play, biting, hickey, breath play, fingering, size kink, nipple play, oral (f), dirty talk, protected sex, thigh riding, brief handjob, slight exhibitionism, multiple orgasms, post-sex cuddles

a/n: man, I hate writing Yoongi angst 😭🥺

eomma - mom appa - dad

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Nudging the car door with your hip, you attempt to get your bag back on your shoulder as you walk down the narrow pathway to the front door. You hook the other hanger, holding another heavy suit, onto your fingers, palm straining as you push the key into the lock, muttering under your breath.

Breathing a sigh of relief, the door swings open to reveal your mother a few feet away, kneading a huge chunk of dough, flour dusted across her apron.

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I love love loved this sm, I loveeee the slow burn and Jungkook’s character development sooo heartwarming

How to Get a Guy. jjk | 01

PART 01 OF 02 | PART 02

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader | [slight] Yoongi x Reader

Genre: fluff, angst, smut, roommates!au, college!au, fuckboi!jk, enemies to friends to lovers

Summary: Star basketball player Jeon Jungkook has a reputation as the ultimate fuckboi. He’s loved by everyone. Everyone. And you would have followed suit if he had not broken all your strict Roommate Rules™ within the first week of his stay. Jungkook, on the other hand, thinks you’re absolutely bizarre. But there’s a silver lining — Mr. Fuckboi here knows basketball captain Min Yoongi, your dreadfully clueless crush. He strikes up a deal with you: he’ll teach you the ways of flirting if you lessen your load of rules (so Jungkook can continue perusing his way through the ladies on campus). Yet the longer Jungkook spends with you, the more he realizes that maybe he doesn’t want to be the campus fuckboi anymore. The problem is, how does he prove that to you?

Rating: 18+ sexual content.

Warnings: protected sex, oral (f. receiving), handjob through clothes??, cumming in pants :D, slow burn, a lot of making out, titty sucking, cursing, alcohol consumption from parties, drug (weed) consumption (but not main pairing), marking with nails (not from y/n tho omg), jk sleeps around, and he’s a basketball player oof, honestly jk and y/n are just hella confused

Word Count: 20.6k

a/n ✑ it’s here, part uno! thank you so much for your patience!! i hope you enjoy this fic that was originally supposed to be 15k max… i appreciate all the support/motivation mwah mwah <3 the warnings for part two are included here as well (so if they dont show,,, it’s cuz it’s in the next one)

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this was the craziest kinkiest shittt i’ve ever read, i enjoyed it

triads and tribulations (m)

+ featuring … jimin x reader x taehyung

+ summary … if your best friend asks you to fuck his boyfriend, who are you to say no?

+ genre … pwp, smut

+ wordcount … 8.4k

+ warnings … rough sex, sub!reader, a lot dirty talk, heavy degradation (use of ‘slut’, ‘whore’, etc.), dumbification, breeding kink, impreg kink, use of toys, cumplay, cum swallowing (!!!), spit play, reader gets tied up

When your best friend, Park Jimin, arrives at your doorstep rain-soaked, you’re only half-surprised when he asks you to fuck his boyfriend. Not that he’d ever made the request before (theirs being a monogamous, loving relationship), but Jimin was always doing out of pocket shit. You shouldn’t have been even the half-surprised that you were, to be honest.

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😑😑😑😑 he aggravates me

all that glitters 02 - JJK | M

pairing: fuckboy!jungkook x reader

summary: when the sweet, innocent nerd asks for your help to woo all the girls, you didn’t think that you would be his first victim.

genre: angst, smut, fluff

word count: 8.3K

warnings/tags: strong language, college au, unrequited love au, sexting, masturbation, JK is a horny guy

a/n: so, feel free to send in your questions, comments and feedback. This chapter isn't as angsty...but the next one🤠 Also this was supposed to have 3 chapters, but it might have 4, possibly 5.

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MARCH 2021

Rolling over on your side, you groan at the throbbing pain in your neck. You slept in a weird angle again. Sitting up and reaching for the water bottle on your nightstand, you glance at the wet patch on your pillow, sighing, knowing that it isn’t drool. It seems like your nightmares are becoming more vivid and creepy, you can feel your skin goose at the thought.

Pulling the covers off your body, you sit at the edge of the bed. The light seeping through your blinds does little to brighten up the room, much like your mood. The sun is ruthless today.

You know that it’s probably after 9AM, judging from how high the sun is in the sky when you take a peek through the blinds. Reaching for your phone, you confirm that it is way past 9AM, 11:32 to be precise. You have a ton of notifications, but you’ll check them after you shower. You’re about to set your phone back down, when a string of messages catches your attention. Picking up your phone again to ensure that your eyes aren’t deceiving you, you feel your heart rate pick up.

[23:45] Jungkook: hey 😛

[23:45] Jungkook: I saw you today 😉

[23:45] Jungkook: love the new hair

[23:46] Jungkook: btw 😏

You stand at the foot of your bed, refreshing your messages app repeatedly.

Jungkook messaged you.

Last night.

He said he saw you.

And not only that, he said he loves your new hair.

You slump down on your bed in disbelief, he messaged you last night and you didn’t reply yet, it’s already been twelve hours.

Would it be considered disrespectful if you reply to him now?

No, what the fuck.

Your thumbs hover over the keyboard, thinking of what to say. You haven’t spoken to him in months, there’s not much you can say.

You aren’t friends anymore.

You inhale a shaky breath and settle on something short, knowing it’s dumb to be overthinking a text message.

[11:43] You: hey

[11:43] You: thank you 😊

[11:44] You: I saw you too

Well, you did see him, in a position you wish you hadn’t. You know if you were a character in some kids’ cartoon, your face would be green in both jealousy and nausea.

You set your phone next to you on the bed, staring at the 3D frame of heartsease you have hung up on the wall in front of you.

SEPTEMBER 2019

Pouring the smoothie mix into four cups, you set them on a tray and head for the lounge.

“I think that we should plan this well, remember what happened that time we went to the beach,” you hear Taehyung shout over Jimin’s voice.

You set the tray down on the coffee table and see that there’s no space for you on the couch, with Jimin and Jungkook taking up the space and Taehyung sitting on the armchair.

You stand there awkwardly for a while, Jungkook goes to reach for his smoothie on the table but stops when he sees you.

“Oh uhhh,” he looks around, “here noona, sit here I’ll sit on the floor.”

He stands up and sits on the rug by the foot of the couch. You’re about to tell him that you’ll go fetch a chair from the kitchen, but he gets comfortable on the floor and shoots you a cute bunny grin.

You push the funny feeling you get in your stomach down, it’s what you always do whenever he does something remotely sweet. It could be the simplest thing, yet you manage to overthink it late at night beneath your bed covers.

Sitting down on the couch behind him, he rests his head against your knee absentmindedly, and you feel your face heat up.

He turns around to look at you with an eyebrow cocked and his eyes as big as saucers. You hope he didn’t catch the tiny gasp you made at the contact.

“What?”

He grabs your hand and places it on his head, like your hand isn’t a part of your body.

Oh.

You know what he wants.

You’ve tried to minimize the contact you have with him since the…Kiss.

Jungkook has become one of your closest friends and you’d hate to ruin the friendship by letting feelings get in the way. So, you choose not to dissect your reaction to his little smiles, the brush of fingers when you walk side by side, seeing his cute bedhead and groggy state in the mornings.

You run your fingers through his hair, tentatively, while he listens to what Taehyung has to say. Feeling the warmth radiate from his ever-broadening back.

“…Seokjin-hyung said that Mulgyeol is under new management,” Jungkook adds as he sips on his smoothie.

Taehyung lets out a groan, “seriously? That place is for old people and teenagers who have no lives. I’m not surprised that Seokjin-hyung is interested in who runs the place.”

You giggle along with Jimin, trying to reach for your smoothie. Jungkook senses your struggle and hands it to you, fingers brushing.

There goes your heart, whenever Jungkook does anything at all.

“Let’s not forget that the place is filled with,” Jimin gestures the curves of what you assume is supposed to be a woman.

“In bikinis!” Jungkook shouts and his voice cracks at the end, everyone chooses to ignore it except Taehyung. Of course.

“Listen. I am not doing any water-related outings this time.”

“It’s not our fault you slipped on a rock and cut your knee,” Jungkook quips in a teasing baby voice and Taehyung kicks him in the stomach.

“I think we should take a vote on where we go, with Namjoon and Hoseok. I think I know what Seokjin would choose.”

All three pairs of eyes are on you now, like you somehow just appeared from the ether.

“Oh,” your voice is small, “is this gonna be a guys only thing…”

You’re about to stand up and leave but Jungkook places a hand on your thigh to hold you down.

“No Y/N,” Jimin speaks, “that’s just a pretty fucking good idea, why didn’t we think of that.”

Taehyung has a confused expression on his face, “yeah, why didn’t we.”

He reaches for his smoothie and moans when he takes a sip.

“Strawberry. This is great Y/N.”

“Thank you,” you say with the best smile you can manage with Jungkook’s palm still holding your thigh.

“Oh,” Jungkook stands up, taking his warm hand with him. “I almost forgot.”

He disappears down the hall and Jimin asks if you want to take a selfie with the smoothies, Taehyung not letting the opportunity of photobombing go.

When Jungkook reappears, he has three wrapped up boxes in hand, each a different size.

“So, uhmm..” He places them on the floor and scratches behind his ear.

“I wanted to thank you guys…For everything you’ve helped me with this year.”

Taehyung pretends to sob, and you whack his leg.

He hands each of you a box, your heart thumping in your ribcage, “thank you Kook.”

“I’m not opening mine now.”

“Tae, come on, I wanna see what you got!”

He clicks his tongue. When he sees you glaring at him, he scrambles to tear the gift wrap off the box.

“Fine.”

You peel off the wrapping carefully, sliding the rectangular cardboard box out of the paper.

“Ah a bracelet, thanks Jungkook-ah,” Taehyung springs up and gives Jungkook an awkward bro hug, followed by Jimin with his gift in hand.

You pinch the tape between your nails and push the flap open, sliding what seems to be a…Frame? A 3D flower frame.

“I saw that and thought of you,” you look up to see Jungkook fiddling with a piece of gift wrap he found on the floor, “that’s actually what made me think of buying gifts for everyone.”

Your heart is in your throat, clenching painfully.

“Thank you, Kook.” You touch the dark purple-almost black petals, “it’s beautiful.”

Later, you find out the meaning of the flowers, ‘Think of me.’

All three boys stare at you expectantly.

You stand up and smooth your shirt with your sweaty palms, moving around the torn paper to step awkwardly into Jungkook’s personal space, trying not to look at his face.

You place your arms around his back, and he holds you around your shoulders. You hope he can’t feel the drumming of your heart against his chest.

“You’re welcome, noona.”

He squeezes you a little tighter, effectively squeezing the muscle in your chest too. When you try to loosen your hold, he places a soft kiss of the crown on your head.

You turn and place the empty cups on the tray. Wordlessly leaving the lounge, setting the tray down on the counter with a loud clatter.

Like a shadow, looming over you, menacingly. Waiting for the perfect moment to attack, ready to rip you into pieces or drag out the torture when eventually, taking you apart until all that’s left of you are the abysmal sentiments and affections that originally caused the maddening hunger.

It’s too late to shut those feelings out.

Too late.

MARCH 2021

You can’t concentrate for the rest of the day, constantly checking your phone to see if he had replied. Even turning your phone off vibrate, but that doesn’t stop you from checking it a thousand times each hour.

You can’t help the thousands of possibilities that race through your mind. You could chat to Jungkook and become friends again. He saw you and decided to message you, maybe he misses you? Maybe he thinks of the memories you share as much as you do. You’re trying to remind yourself that people change, all the time, just as you have changed, so could he. You don’t know him anymore, he isn’t the boy you met two years ago.

But that’s what your mind is telling you, your heart will continue to romanticize the thought of texting him, then eventually meet him and pick up from where you left off. From where you left off though, is something you try to pretend didn’t happen.

You know you can’t stop the decaying of your heart but what could be worse than him leaving again.

You’d watch him go over and over again, if it means the evocation of the little time you had with him. Holding on to the little reminiscence you have because you’ll never be ready when he goes, but you would still watch.

Completing your essay becomes a ten-hour long task, with how many breaks you take in between. The time going by faster than usual, it’s already night-time and you decide to put your mind to rest and sleep. Coming to terms with the fact that he probably isn’t going to reply. You did take over twelve hours to reply to him.

The promise of seeing him in your dreams, no matter how it ends, will help sleep take over you as it always does.

It isn’t until Sunday evening, while you’re setting your alarm for the next morning, having given up hope, do you receive a reply.

[22:32] Jungkook: I haven’t seen you in so long

[22:32] Jungkook: you’re most welcome 😉

You’re facing a battle of not knowing when to reply. Should you reply now and get it over with? But that’ll seem creepy, like you were waiting for his text back. But if you don’t reply now, you would probably have to wait for his reply for another two days.

Opening the keyboard, you decide on replying now because you want to go to bed and if you don’t reply, it’ll be an incessant nagging at the back of your head until you do.

[22:34] You: yeah! Me neither!

You groan, that is so lame, you think of something to say but your attention is brought back to the screen when he replies awfully fast.

[22:34] Jungkook: you looked great

[22:34] Jungkook: black is my favorite color 😏

[22:34] Jungkook: we should hang out some time

You feel your heart pound in your chest like you’ve just ran a marathon, you stand up and pace around your room. Of course, you knew that black is his favorite color, he had mentioned it plenty of times before. But he said you looked great, and he wants to hang out?!

You slap your palm on your forehead, you need to calm down and reply.

[22:35] You: thanks, so did you

Although you wish you had seen him doing something else. Geez, you are so bleak with your replies. But you got to cut yourself some slack, it’s been a while since you’ve chatted to a guy you’re actually interested in.

Wait, you’re interested in him?

But there’s no time to worry about the semantics, you need to come up with better replies.

[22:37] You: black is my favorite color too

[22:37] You: yeah we should hangout, it’s been a while 😊

If it was up to you, you would’ve never stopped hanging out…But he decided to move out and cut all ties.

[22:38] Jungkook: definitely 😉

[22:38] Jungkook: haha

[22:38] Jungkook: in fact, I’m wearing black right now

So, obviously if he didn’t want to chat to you, he wouldn’t. And he seems to be keeping the conversation going. You take a deep breath and come up with another reply.

[22:39] You: really?

You look down at your “pyjamas” and see that you’re also wearing black; oversized T-shirt and black underwear.

[22:39] You: me too (:

[22:39] Jungkook: what are u wearing

You gulp, he wants to know what you’re wearing…This could go one of two ways: you joke about your outfits and that you both happen to be wearing black, or, he asked what you’re wearing because he wants to picture you in his head…

The second one is a reach, but it doesn’t fail to make your stomach flutter.

[22:40] You: just a black T-shirt

You have to be honest with him, what if he asks for a picture.

But why would he ask for a picture, your heart needs to stop planting these ideas in your head.

[22:40] Jungkook: just that?

[22:40] Jungkook: nothing else?

[22:41] You: no and underwear of course =D

You laugh at that, does he actually think you’d only-

[22:41] Jungkook: what color

[22:41] You: what?

[22:42] Jungkook: I mean what color is your underwear

You can feel your pussy clench around nothing.

[22:42] You: black

[22:42] Jungkook: a set?

[22:43] You: just black panties

You chew on your nail as you wait for his reply, where is he going with this, maybe you should ask what he’s wearing to make it less awkward…

[22:44] You: what are you wearing?

[22:45] Jungkook: damn

[22:45] Jungkook: just black joggers

[22:45] Jungkook: although its halfway down my legs now

You feel a fresh wave of arousal start to seep into your panties just thinking of his shirtless figure and tight abs. His joggers…You blink, staring at that text in disbelief, is he…?

[22:46] You: are you…?

[22:46] Jungkook: yeh

[22:46] Jungkook: thinkin bout ur sexy black panties

You swallow, the incessant fluttering of your stomach and throbbing of your pussy makes you lay back on your bed, thinking about him playing with his big dick. Your nipples harden at the memory. But wait…

[22:47] You: don’t you have a girlfriend?

As much as you enjoy where this is going, you think of the girl that was talking to Yoongi that day at the café. You recall that her name was Hayoon, but you also remember the girl that he was kissing at Namjoon’s house. It wasn’t her.

[22:48] Jungkook: haha

[22:48] Jungkook: im single

Oh. They probably broke up.

[22:49] You: oh I see

He doesn’t reply for a while, and you think you’ve effectively killed the mood. You try to think of something to say to keep the conversation going, but he beats you to it.

[22:50] Jungkook: what u doing

[22:50] You: was just getting ready for bed

[22:50] You: and you?

[22:50] Jungkook: tired?

You stare at your ceiling, you were tired a few minutes ago. Now you seem to be wide awake.

[22:51] You: not really

[22:51] You: why?

[22:51] Jungkook: wanna have some fun?

You play with the hangnail on your thumb. You want to keep talking to him.

[22:52] You: sure

[22:52] Jungkook: okay cool

[22:52] Jungkook: so you’re just chilling on ur bed

[22:53] You: yeah I am

You adjust your position and move up on the bed, setting your head on the pillows and planting your feet on the mattress, knees together.

[22:53] Jungkook: hmm let me see

[22:54] You: what

[22:54] Jungkook: let me see those thighs I love so much

Feeling the slick between your thighs, you rub your legs together, providing some friction. You could send him a picture, it’s nothing he hasn’t seen before. You feel the throbbing in your pussy grow as you recall how much he seemed to love your thighs.

Biting your lip, you angle the camera just above your chest. Pulling your shirt up a bit to expose the black lace of your panties, and allowing the slope of your breasts to be visible in the picture. You take a few snaps before choosing one to send to him.

[22:58] You: image.jpg

The three dots to indicate he’s typing appear for a bit, then disappear.

[22:59] Jungkook: shit youre already in position for me

[22:59] Jungkook: why dont u spread those thighs for me

[22:59] Jungkook: feel urself through those pretty panties

Slowing reaching down and spreading your legs, you rub your index finger on your clit, shocked at how swollen it’s become. Spreading your legs further, you get lost in the feeling of your index and middle finger rubbing your little nub in circles, reaching down and hearing the soft squelch, an indication of how turned on you are.

You don’t realize that you haven’t replied yet until your phone dings again.

[23:02] Jungkook: feels good?

[23:02] You: hmm yeah

[23:02] Jungkook: fuck I bet youre soaking

[23:02] Jungkook: but youre a good girl

[23:02] Jungkook: bet u waiting for me to tell you take off your panties and play with your pretty little pussy

You feel your pussy clench uncontrollably because he’s right. The barrier, being your panties provides little friction against your pulsating clit.

[23:03] You: yes

[23:03] You: please

[23:04] Jungkook: slip your panties off baby

You feel your stomach twist at the pet name. Pushing them down and kicking it off your feet, you spread your legs again and run a finger through your folds, eyes fluttering closed from how good it feels. It’s been a while since you’ve made yourself feel good, lust slowly fogging up your mind.

[23:05] You: feels so good

[23:05] Jungkook: fuck

[23:05] You: am so wet

[23:06] Jungkook: fuck youre so hot

[23:06] Jungkook: stick your fingers in your mouth

[23:06] Jungkook: taste yourself

Bringing your hand up to your lips, you suck on the slick your fingers collected. Tasting the musky sweetness of your juices, then continuing to massage your clit.

[23:07] You: hmm tastes sweet

[23:07] Jungkook: fuck I know u do

[23:07] Jungkook: rub your clit for me baby

You start to pick up the pace on your ministrations, rubbing your clit in tight circles, then side to side, pressing down harder and feeling your pussy clench and gush with your slick.

[23:08] You: feel good

[23:08] You: gonna cum

[23:08] Jungkook: gonna cum for me?

[23:08] Jungkook: bet youre thinking about my cock

[23:09] Jungkook: rubbing your clit and thinking bout how it felt to feel my mouth suck on it while you took my cock in your mouth getting it all nice and wet with your tight throat

Your back arches off the bed at his words, the memory still vivid in your mind, making your pussy throb in need. Running your fingers through your folds again, you bring more off your juices to your clit, feeling a little more confident.

[23:10] You: bet youre thinking about my tight little pussy

[23:10] You: milking your cock, with my mouth on your neck leaving marks while you pound into me

[23:11] Jungkook: fuck baby im not gonna last long

[23:11] You: cum with me

Rubbing your clit in frantic circles, you feel your hole clench uncontrollably, leaking onto your sheets when a warm feeling envelops your body, toes curling and thighs shaking, head pressed into your pillows with the force of your orgasm, seeing stars behind your lids.

After you recover from your orgasm, you reply to his text, smiling at the screen as you type.

[23:16] You: did u cum

[23:16] Jungkook: yeh

[23:16] Jungkook: did u

[23:16] You: yep

[23:16] Jungkook: thank u

[23:17] Jungkook: goodnight Y/N

Of course, he must be tired, it is late after all, heading to the bathroom to clean up and then changing your sheets, you can’t wipe off the goofy grin from your face. You’ve spoken to Jungkook after months and he helped make you cum and you made him cum too.

[23:28] You: goodnight 😊

You set your phone on the nightstand and turn off the lamp. Your nightmares don’t bother you tonight.

Even though you slept late last night, you feel extremely energized. You even managed to have a healthy breakfast this morning and pick out a pretty decent outfit for your classes today. You couldn’t stop thinking about the turn of events from last night, trying not to let it hinder you from concentrating on your classes today.

You decided to drive yourself to campus after months. After sending Yoongi a quick text to inform him that you would be taking your car out today, he insisted that he take you even after you had reassured him, multiple times, that you will be fine.

The day goes by smoothly, until your class at noon.

Setting your bag on your chair next to you, you wait for the professor to boot up the projector, looking around and seeing Namjoon at the far-right corner of the lecture hall. He shoots you a somewhat sad smile.

As soon as the lecture ends, everyone starts to pack up until your professor speaks up again.

‘Can I have everyone’s attention? I tried to finish today’s lesson a little earlier so that I can introduce the next group assignment which will be due in a few weeks…’

You groan at the term ‘group assignment’. Maybe you can try and talk your professor into letting you complete it solo.

‘The information is on the slides behind me and available on the module’s folder. It is crucial for you to work in a group of minimum two, maximum four people, as marks will be scored based on how well each student can work in a group setting to prepare for the real working world. Feel free to email me should you have any further questions and before you leave, fill out the form I have here on my desk with the name of each person in your group. I will assign a number to each group as you leave.’

Just like that, you start to panic, looking around and seeing people start to form groups with their friends, you spot Kiara walking to the back of the lecture hall.

“Psst, hey,” you smile at her and she looks at you with wide eyes, probably surprised that you’re actually talking to her after months of no communication.

“Do you have a group yet? Maybe we can pai-“

She shakes her head and points behind you, you turn to see a couple of guys wave at her.

“I’m already in a group, sorry Y/N.”

You slump in your seat, you’ll just wait for the professor to ask if anyone doesn’t have a group.

“Hey Y/N.”

You don’t have to turn around to know that when you do, you’ll be met with a smile accompanied by two deep dimples.

“Hi.” You sigh, opening your notebook and scribbling the date on the corner of a blank page.

“We should work as a pair, I know how much you hate group work.”

“Sure Namjoon,” knowing you have no other choice, you slide the notebook for him to jot down whatever ideas he has. He liked to do that when you worked on other assignments together.

Staring at the pen you have kept on your desk, you don’t look up at him when he speaks,

“I haven’t really gone through the outline yet,” he sounds a little sheepish, “but we can meet up some time to figure everything out, it isn’t due until a few weeks.”

You nod.

“Hey Y/N.”

You look up to see him staring at you with sorrowful eyes, “thanks for coming to my party.”

You shrug, the good mood you’re in today has you feeling a little more talkative than usual.

“You have a nice house.”

He rubs the back of his neck, “thanks. It was a sponsor...”

There’s a long silence and people are slowly starting to leave the lecture hall. Grabbing the notebook, you start to pack your bag when he speaks again.

“Look Y/N, I’m so sorry. Yoongi told me what happened that day at the complex and-“ you snap your head to stare at him, his eyes filled with pity “-if I had known, I would’ve-“

“You would’ve what? You were too busy that day, Namjoon.”

You grab your bag and start to walk down the aisle, he follows close behind.

“Yes, I know what I said and that’s why I’m sorry. I didn’t know until Yoongi told me that day after my party.”

You walk past the list of group names and he takes the initiative to write down your names for you. You run into the parking lot and into your car. Taking deep breaths and closing your eyes.

Pulling your phone out of your bag, you send a quick text.

[13:02] You: hey can you come over tonight

[13:02] Yoongi: hey

[13:02] Yoongi: sure

OCTOBER 2019

“Y/N, For God’s sake would you just lose the sarong! And if I hear you or Namjoon talk about the upcoming exams one more time, I will pour chlo-“

“Well, I’m sorry that exams is in less than a week and we’re worried Tae!”

Namjoon chuckles from his place next to you on the sun lounger, choosing to listen to your bickering with Taehyung from behind a book.

Taehyung flings the towel onto the floor exasperatedly earning a few chuckles from Jimin and Jungkook, who are applying a shitload of sunscreen.

“But we came here to relax BEFORE the exams! God, this is why I didn’t want you to come!”

“Ayy,” Jungkook sits down next to you and slings an arm around your shoulder, pressing his body against yours, causing your breath to hitch, “don’t talk about Noona like that, she’s the life of the party.”

He smears some sunscreen onto your face and you rub it in bashfully, forgetting about Taehyung and exams and your reason of existence momentarily.

“Plus,” Jimin carries the cooler box you brought with to plop it down in front of Taehyung, “she made snacks.”

Taehyung shrugs and reaches into the box, “that’s the only reason why I agreed for her to come anyway.”

You pout and turn to look at Jungkook, he leans in to whisper in your ear, “ignore him.”

You feel a shiver run down your spine, but the warmth from his closeness is ripped away when-

“Heyyyyy, if it isn’t the old man.”

Seokjin huffs and leaves the basket of goodies he brought along at your foot.

After exchanging a few hugs and kisses, you all attack his basket of delicious snacks he made himself. You miss the time when he used to feed you daily, before he moved across town.

Jimin glances at his phone, “hyung said he and Yoongi are almost here.”

“Great,” Taehyung clasps his hands together, “let’s get this party started.”

Jungkook and Jimin whoop after him, pulling off their shirts and jumping into the pool. Earning disgusted glares from the other people at the water park.

You opt to relax on a sun lounger with Seokjin and Namjoon on either side.

“You look nice Y/N, in that weird half-bikini thing you have going on,” Seokjin chortles as he applies sunscreen to his neck and face.

“It’s actually a regular bikini, I’m just wearing this sarong around my lower half.”

“Oh,” he puts on these weirdly-shaped sunglasses and lies down next to you, “why? You should take it off.”

You don’t think a guy would understand that you’re trying to work up the courage to expose yourself in a bikini in front of seven guys and a few strangers. You haven’t worn one in a long time, you decided to wear your cute black and white set and tied the pink sarong around your waist. You’ll take it off eventually, when it gets a little darker.

You click your tongue, changing the subject, “look at Tae, he was complaining from the time we ever spoke about this place until we got here about how Mulgyeol is so boring but look at him, having the time of his life.”

Seokjin chuckles, “that guy doesn’t mean half the things he says.”

You turn your attention to Jungkook, trying to…Drown? Taehyung by pushing his head underwater. You watch the way the muscles in his back ripple as he springs from the water, droplets falling from his skin, long hair dripping. You subconsciously bring a hand to your mouth, biting down on your index finger, feeling your skin heat up.

Namjoon speaks up, “Jungkook’s gone buff huh.”

“He’s like a muscle pig, that kid,” Seokjin laughs and Namjoon chimes in.

“Right, Y/N?”

“Hmmm…”

Both Seokjin and Namjoon turn to look at your glazed over eyes and flushed state, following your line of sight, “Y/N?”

Broken from your daydream, “what?”

Seokjin and Namjoon exchange a knowing look which you don’t catch.

Taehyung jumps up from the water, “Hoseok-hyung!”

“Started without me?”

You laugh, “how could we when you’re the party in itself!”

He smiles, bending down to give you a hug.

You see Yoongi fist bump everyone, then stand awkwardly at the foot of your lounger, “hey Yoongi, aw you’re wearing a headband, cute.”

You brush your fingers against the material and turn your attention back to the guys at the pool, missing the pink hue dusting his cheeks.

Yoongi and Hoseok decide to take the sun loungers across the pool, as the ones next to Seokjin were occupied. You watch how Hoseok, Jungkook and Jimin try to push Yoongi into the pool, but he’s strong for his size.

The itchy material of the sarong starts to get to you, you stand and face your back to the pool, knowing that Namjoon and Seokjin won’t really look unless prompted, you untie the knot and unwrap the material from around you, folding it up and placing it in your bag. Squeezing some sunscreen in your palms, you start to massage it into your upper thighs when a loud splash catches your attention.

When you turn around, you see all the guys clapping and Yoongi emerges from the water, spluttering and wiping his face. You giggle, wondering how they managed to distract him.

You had warned them not to try their tricks on you while you dip your legs into the pool, even when Jungkook had begged for you to join them. But you resisted, knowing it wasn’t safe for your sanity if you went too close to him in the pool, being half naked.

The sun dips beneath the horizon and the sky starts to turn a dark blue, the golden lighting of the park sets a relaxing ambience. You lay back and close your eyes, you’re glad you decided to put on your black hoodie after stepping away from the pool, the evening chill causes goosebumps to raise on your legs.

Sleep slowly washing over you, you’re broken from the lull when a loud whooping breaks through the air.

Opening your eyes and sitting up on your elbows, you see Jungkook, Jimin and Taehyung scurry to the gates of the pool area. Eyes following their running forms, you see a group of girls walking towards your section. Jungkook standing too close to them for your liking.

You take a second to remind yourself that he isn’t yours.

“Ara!”

Namjoon jumps up from his seat to hug a petite girl with pretty features.

“Guys this is my cousin, Ara.”

You smile, “hi.”

She smiles back and starts to chat animatedly to Namjoon.

You turn your gaze back to Jungkook, where he sits at the edge of the pool, the other girls talking to Jimin and Taehyung. You smile a bit at the thought that he might not be interested in them, but that smile is wiped off your face when Ara skips over to him and places a kiss on his cheek. He wraps his arm around her shyly, you haven’t seen Jungkook like that in a long time.

Taehyung jogs over to where you sit and rummages through the cooler box.

“Hey, Tae, who are those girls?”

“Just some chicks we invited, hey, where are the extra smoothies and sandwiches I told you to pack?”

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t get enough strawberries to make extra, so I could only make enough for all of us. I packed extra water though,” you reach down to help him when he snaps at you.

“Ugh really Y/N, you could’ve asked one of us to buy more, now I have to offer these girls water.”

You scoff, “well, I’m sorry Tae. If only I had known we were gonna have a few more mouths to feed.”

He can sense the sarcasm in your tone and he just rushes away with the water in his hand, not before shouting over his shoulder.

“Don’t take it out on me if you’re jealous that Jungkook-“

“Seriously Taehyung,” Namjoon cuts him off but you wish that he had finished his sentence.

You can see Taehyung mumble something to the group of girls and they all look in your direction and laugh, Jungkook included. Ara now seated on his lap.

You stand up and wordlessly pack your things, leaving the cooler box because there’s still some snacks in there.

“I’m gonna head home, anyone wanna come?”

Seokjin sits up, “so early?”

“Yeah, it’s getting late anyway.”

Seokjin stands up to give you a hug, “see you at the year-end party.”

“I hope I get to see you before that.”

“See you Monday,” Namjoon calls out and you head over to say your goodbyes to Hoseok and Yoongi.

“Leaving so soon?”

“Yeah it’s probably after 10. My battery died. Anyone want a ride home?”

Yoongi stands and picks up his bag, “Me. Thanks.”

APRIL 2021

[21:32] Jungkook: hey sexy

You smile, shooting him a text back. This is how it would start. Either he or you would text first, flirting and then making each other orgasm. You’re glad that he’s back in your life again. You’ve been chatting and doing…Other things for almost over a month now and you’re not mad.

The nightmares aren’t bad anymore and you feel better than you used to. You know it isn’t healthy to base your happiness and moods on one person, but you’ll enjoy it for as long as it lasts.

Giggling at the dirty texts Jungkook continues to send you, you groan when the doorbell rings.

Jogging over, hoping whoever it is would go away soon. Your hopes are crushed when you see Yoongi holding a bag of takeout in his hand.

He brushes past you and sits on the couch, “I brought jajangmyeon, your favorite, extra spicy.”

Your stomach growls when the delicious aroma of the food drifts over to you. Well, you could chat and eat.

He switches on your TV and browses the options on Netflix, settling for an action-filled movie, knowing you both have a mutual hate for romance movies.

If Yoongi is bothered by the fact that you keep checking your phone and smiling like an idiot at the screen, he doesn’t say anything.

Wiping his mouth and shoving your tissues into the empty food bowl, you slurp up the last noodle and gather your dirt.

“Do you want some more juice?”

He rubs his tummy, “yes please.”

Depositing the trash into the bin, you hear your phone ding in the lounge, smiling at the prospect of another filthy message from Jungkook.

When you return to the lounge, two cups of orange juice in hand, you see that Yoongi’s face is beet red. Perhaps it was too spicy.

You smile as you hand him the cup, “too spicy?”

He doesn’t say anything as you gulp down the juice.

You’re about to reach for your phone on the table when he speaks.

“What the fuck, Y/N?”

You whip your head to look at him, “what?”

“You know he has a girlfriend.”

“Who?”

He scoffs, pointing at your phone, “Jungkook!”

“No, he doesn’t,” feeling defensive, you don’t even want to know what message he must’ve read, “he and Hayoon broke up. He told me.”

“Yes, he broke up with her because he got back together with Kim Ara. Remember her? He was in love with her. Still is.”

He waves his hands in the air, tracking his words as he speaks.

You wrap your arms around your body and stand, backing away from the couch, blinking at him in denial.

“But, b-but, he said he was single.”

He laughs, “and you believed him,” his voice raising in what you think is irritation, “the biggest fuckboy on campus.”

“I thought he was your friend.”

He stands too, walking closer to you, “just because he’s my friend, doesn’t mean that I can’t call him out on his shit.”

You stare at your phone, resting on the coffee table. You want nothing more than to run into your room and hide away in embarrassment. You refuse to meet his eyes.

He runs his hands through his blonde hair and sighs, “you know, I refused to believe it when I heard him tell Taehyung, but now that I saw it for myself…”

You feel your face heat up. In rage.

“So? I didn’t know and it’s not like I’m in the loop with campus gossip.”

“Yeah but you should’ve known better.”

“How?! How, Yoongi, you tell me, first of all, the last impression Jungkook left on me was that he-“ your voice cracks and you hate it, hate that you’re falling apart in front of Yoongi.

“Yoongi, I think you should leave.”

He stares at you, in disbelief, “wait, Y/N, I’m not judging you and it’s not like I’ll tell anyone-”

“You sure?”

He raises an eyebrow, “what’s that supposed to mean?”

“Oh please Yoongi. Even when I told you specifically not to tell anyone what happened that day at the complex, you still told Joon.”

“Yes because you weren’t there to hear what he was saying about you. I wanted to set the record straight. I was defending you, if anything.”

“Defending me? I don’t need you to defend me.”

He’s about to speak when you walk to the door, holding it open for him.

He drops his arms to his sides in defeat, nodding and grabbing his coat and bag. He lingers at the doorway for a while before he steps out of your apartment. Hearing his footsteps fade, you sink down to the floor.

Body wracking with the sobs escaping your lips. You lift your head to look around, tears blurring your vision.

You feel utterly deserted. And you only have yourself to blame.

DECEMBER 2019

Pushing through the gyrating, sweaty bodies, you scan the crowd for a familiar face. Spotting Yoongi and Hoseok near the “bar” area, you head over, admiring their suits.

“Goddamn, you guys don’t disappoint,” you reach over to pinch the silk material of Hoseok’s button up shirt.

Hoseok laughs, “neither do you Y/N!”

Looking down at the knee-length fully sequined black dress with a silver belt draped across your waist, you shrug.

“You look good, Yoongi.”

He smiles, “thanks, uhm, you too.”

“Hey, I’m gonna head upstairs for a bit, feeling a little dizzy and this music is making my head throb.”

Yoongi yells over the music, “do you want me to tell Seokjin to turn it down?”

You wave him off, “nah it’s fine, I just slept really late last night then had to wake up early this morning.”

“Go lay down for a bit,” Hoseok adds with a pat on your back.

“See you guys later.”

You head upstairs and walk down the narrow hallway. You’re about to enter Seokjin’s room when you hear what sounds like two people arguing. The door is slightly ajar, and you take a peek, seeing Ara and Jungkook yell at each other while also trying to keep their voices down. You back away from the door, not wanting to eavesdrop on their little tiff, knowing it isn’t a rare occurrence.

Heading for the guest bedroom, you knock twice and when no one answers, you enter the dark room and shut the door behind you. Jumping a little when you see someone sitting on the bed. Holding your hand over your heart, you walk towards them and touch their shoulder.

“Oh my God, Jinyoung, you fucking scared me. What are you doing here in the dark?”

He turns to you, eyes looking a little miserable.

“Oh hey, Y/N.”

You plop down on the other side of the bed, “what’s gotten you so down? Your hookup leave you high and dry?”

He shakes his head, “not a hookup…There’s this girl.”

You blink, waiting for him to continue.

“She likes me too, I know she does but she’s always around this other guy.”

Ah. You can relate to a certain degree.

“And I suck at this love stuff, but she’s different, not like a one-time fuck,” he raises his eyebrows, “no offence Y/N.”

You raise a hand, “none taken, continue.”

“She isn’t with him, but I feel like I’m losing her to him slowly.”

“Then tell her how you feel,”

He scoffs, “it’s not that easy.”

“Why not?”

“I can’t handle rejection,” he sighs.

You have a lot in common with this guy, he was a good fuck too. Maybe in some alternate universe you would’ve fallen in love with him.

“Look, I’m not an expert on love or anything, but I will say that this is college, people fall in love and make mistakes. So what if she rejects you? I know that there are plenty of girls out there who are dying to get a piece of this ass,” you pinch his lower back and he jumps.

“Maybe you’re right.”

“Hmm.”

“But can I at least grieve for a bit.”

You slap his shoulder, “take your time, bud. I’m gonna head out.”

You smooth down your dress as you stand, he stands up from the bed too, “I need a drink.”

You open the door and look across the hallway, seeing Ara step out of the main bedroom. She looks at you then at Jinyoung, then walks down the stairs. You hang back to talk to Jungkook.

You haven’t seen him get dressed today but you feel the breath get knocked out of your lungs when you do see him. Sparkly suit jacket with a black shirt and slacks. Long hair framing his face, pink lips parted as he sees you stand next to him in the hallway.

“Can you drive me home today?”

You nod, “why? Plan on getting shit-faced?”

He brushes past you, gaze fixed on Ara who is now downing shots with her girlfriends.

“Fuck yes.”

You decide to rest in the lounge as you sip on your drink, loud music still blaring in your ears as you lay your head back against the headrest. You watch Jungkook and Taehyung stand closely and plot some mischief, you can tell by the smile on Taehyung’s face and the way he completely disregards the blonde girl standing next to him, who plays with the scarf tied around his neck.

Someone sits next to you, scent hitting you first, “got your rest?”

You turn to look at Yoongi, “ah not really. But I’m fine chilling here.”

He nods, and you tilt your head to look at his outfit.

“Powder blue is one of my favorite colors,” you gesture to the button up shirt he has on underneath his blazer.

“Hmm then what’s your ultimate favorite color?”

“Black,” he nods.

“Mine too.”

“Then what’s your second favorite color?”

You chuckle, seeing him sport a gummy smile. As you’re about to answer, you’re cut off by a booming voice.

“Alright kids gather around,” Taehyung claps his hands to get everyone’s attention as he walks to the lounge area.

Yoongi leans in, whispering, “I’m not drunk enough for this.”

You chuckle, keeping a close eye on Jungkook, where he sits in the armchair opposite you. He has a freakishly blank look on his face, one you haven’t seen before.

“Let’s play spin the bottle.”

You and Yoongi groan in unison, “that is the dumbest game ever.”

“Shut up Y/N,” you roll your eyes, and he continues with his announcement, “whoever wants to play can come to the lounge.”

You see a few people sit on the rug and on the couch across the room. Yoongi stands up from the couch and shoots you a quizzical look when he sees you’re still sitting.

“You’re playing?”

You shrug, “it could be fun.”

He adjusts his suit jacket, then sits back down on the couch.

Taehyung grins, “alright guys, remember whoever spins the bottle, must kiss the person it lands on.”

It starts from Hoseok at the corner, everyone whoops when he and this girl you remember seeing in one of your classes start to make out. It so happens to land on the girl Taehyung had sitting on his lap when he spins it. It carries on like that until it’s Jungkook’s turn, and you see Ara seethe from where she stands near the kitchen.

He spins the bottle, and you feel your palms get sweaty, heart drumming a thunderous beat. The bottle slows when it points to Yoongi and you feel him tense up beside you. But eventually, it stops and you think you might explode from how hot your face feels. Jungkook stands up and unbuttons his suit jacket, earrings swaying as he kneels in front of you.

You see Yoongi avert his gaze to the bottle on the floor. And then you’re aware of everyone’s gaze on you, waiting.

“Jungkook,” you whisper, “Ara is watching.”

“We broke up.”

He places a palm on your cheek and you hesitate. He clicks his tongue.

“Come on Y/N, we did this before.”

Leaning in closer, you can feel his breath fan against your lips, you lick them as his gaze drops.

“You taught me everything I know, noona.”

He presses your lips together and moves them like no one is watching. Sucking on your bottom lip and flicking his tongue against yours, you grip his neck and hold back the moan that threatens to slip out. Sliding your tongue against his, you hear someone clear their throat and you break apart. Seeing the dark look in Jungkook’s eyes makes you forget about the rest of them glaring at the both of you.

Especially those eyes that threaten to burn a hole into your skull.

The ride home is mostly quiet, you decide to connect your phone to the radio, putting it on shuffle and the first song that comes on is Streets by Doja Cat. You want to scream, your mind keeps replaying the kiss in your head and the tension in the car is palpable. Once again, you remind yourself that a kiss is all that you will ever get from him.

You clear you throat, “I-I thought you were staying over at Jin’s.”

“Decided to come home.”

Home.

Home is the apartment you share.

There’s that feeling again. The one you were forced to embrace over these past couple of months. The feeling that caused you happiness as much as it caused you pain.

“I thought you were getting shit-faced tonight,” you try to lighten up the mood.

He just chuckles, the sound so loud in your head.

You turn into the parking lot, shutting off the engine and unclicking your seatbelt. You walk up the stairs with him following close behind. Hyperaware of the fact that he might be staring at your ass and legs in the bright stairwell lighting.

As soon as the door shuts behind you, you feel two hands grip your waist and press you against the door. Without sparing a word, he crashes his lips onto yours, running his hands up and down your sides and gripping your ass through your dress. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, mind completely clouded by thoughts of the way his body molds perfectly against yours.

“Jungkook…”

He starts to kiss down your neck and fiddles with the belt around your waist.

“Hmm.”

“Wait wait..”

He lifts his head to look into your eyes, chest heaving, lips swollen, hair falling into his eyes. Your heart stutters in your chest.

“What about Ara?”

“What about her? I told you we broke up.”

He grips your thighs and lifts you off the ground, your purse and heels clatter to the floor as you wrap your legs around his waist.

“Please, noona.”

He speaks against your lips.

“I want you.”

You search his eyes for any trace of insincerity, trying to see if he wants this as much as you do.

“Only want you.”

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