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𝗠𝗼𝗼𝗱𝗯𝗼𝗮𝗿𝗱 — 𝗘𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝘀 𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸

↳ 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 | 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚊 𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚎

↳ 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝 | 𝚗𝚊𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚎

↳ 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 | 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎

O preto está associado ao poder, elegância e formalidade, mas também à morte, ao mal e ao mistério. É uma cor misteriosa que se funde com o medo e com o desconhecido e muitas vezes tem conotações negativas. O preto significa poder e autoridade; é considerado uma cor muito formal e nobre associada ao prestígio.

O Preto absorve todas as outras cores, o que significa que, do ponto de vista psicológico, cria barreiras porque absorve toda a energia que chega a ela.

+ elegância, intemporalidade, sofisticação, segurança emocional, charme, eficiência

- opressão, frieza, ameaça, exploração

Tipo de Personalidade: Você geralmente precisa sempre discordar de alguma coisa. Você é obstinado e teimoso. As pessoas que gostam da cor preta podem ser bastante reservadas e muitas vezes têm um passatempo incomum.

𝗠𝗼𝗼𝗱𝗯𝗼𝗮𝗿𝗱 — 𝗛𝗮𝗱𝗲𝘀 (𝗚𝗼𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝗗𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵)

↳ 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 | 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚊 𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚎

↳ 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝 | 𝚗𝚊𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚎

↳ 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 | 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎

“Oh, Death, oh Death, oh Death,

Won't you spare me over another year

But what is this, that I can't see

with ice cold hands taking hold of me”

𝗠𝗼𝗼𝗱𝗯𝗼𝗮𝗿𝗱 — 𝗢𝗻𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘂𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗹𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴

↳ 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 | 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚊 𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚎

↳ 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝 | 𝚗𝚊𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚎

↳ 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 | 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎

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Butterflies 🦋

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Cry Me A River | Masterpost

— summary: forever is just an illusion, nothing lasts forever. don’t make me a promise that you cannot keep. please...it’ll break my heart

— pairing: bts x reader

— genre: angst, slight fluff, poly!au, mafia!au, arranged marriage!au

— status: ongoing

— word count: 100k+

— warnings: (triggering topics! please read at your own discretion) childhood trauma, mental abuse, physical abuse, child neglect, manipulation, gaslighting, violence, mentions of assault, implied sexual assault, hurt and comfort, divorce, emotional neglect, minor character deaths, kidnapping, some emotionally unstable scenes

↳ there will likely be more specifics in certain chapters. just know that this series highlight some things that can be triggering to some

one. the breaking | you tried so hard to be enough

two. the lie | a house made of cards, they lived in your beautiful fairytale

three. the promise | if you told them about the darkness inside of you, would they still look at you like you're the sun?

four. the gentle heart | keep your heart warm, no matter how cold they have been to you

five. the void | no matter how many times you read a story over and over again, it always ends the same

six. the puppeteer | father wanted perfection, you fell in love with disorder

seven. the trial master | the only way to get rid of a buried memory is to face your past

eight. the scarlet drop | you can wipe someone's tears but not their memories

nine. the game of chess | everything's burned down into flames and all that's left is you right in the center, unable to escape

ten. the abuser and the bystander | it hurts just as much knowing someone could have stopped it all but chose to stand by and watch instead

eleven. the thorns of a rose | loyalty means to have full allegiance and faithfulness owned by a duty, a pledge, or a promise. and the reapers' loyalty lies much deeper than that

twelve. the black rose | he loved you once, so hard, but taehyung has no right to begin caring for you now

thirteen. the broken | once someone's been taught to stay quiet their whole life, how do they learn to scream and shout for help?

fourteen. coming soon...

Teacher's Pet | JJK | m.list

—series masterlist

♡ ⟶pairing: professor/dilf!jungkook x student!reader

♡ ⟶genre: illicit/forbidden relationship au, sneaky link to lovers, age gap, heavy smut, eventual angst, eventual fluff, decent-sized plot

♡ ⟶series summary: Hooking up every so often with your English Literature professor, what's the worst that can happen? Falling in love, perhaps. Embarking on a sexual-turned-serious relationship with your professor Jeon Jungkook a month before graduation, you are as happy as can be. You, Jungkook, and his 4-year-old daughter, Dahlia. Except there's just one teeny-tiny little detail Jungkook failed to mention... that detail being his ex-wife isn't so much of an ex after all.

♡ ⟶contains: whole lotta secrecy, explicit sexual content (minors dni), dilf jk being hot what’s new, professor jk being hot again whats new, jk is protective over oc, jk is an old-fashioned romantic, we get to see a whipped/head-over-heels jk later on, oc is just as whipped

♡ ⟶status: ongoing *last update: 7/20/22

Chapter 1: Daydreams and Beginnings

Chapter 2: Establishments and Boundaries

Chapter 3: Baby Steps and …Real Baby? *COMING SOON*

to be continued…

A/N: this is the first series that I'm sharing publicly so pls don't hesitate to give feedback or ask questions. :) I'll try my best to post one chapter a week, some weeks more and some weeks less. again, don't hesitate to reach out! I literally can’t waittt~ oh and I also want to point out that no, jungkook is not cheating on his “wife” with oc!! he just has some major baby mama drama...

Summary: Jungkook is convinced that he lost you during his move to the foster home, and he mourned for years, never getting over you. But that specific faithful day the stars aligned perfectly and he had the opportunity to see you again after so long, but you don’t remember him, and he isn’t going to let you go, again.

Warnings: Jungkook thinks reader is not a living being, reader gets bathed and dressed, reader is kidnapped, Jungkook is unstable, Jungkook has violent outbursts, murdering, death, death by police, child abuse, violence against reader, blood, graphic scenes, stabbing, abuse

-

A beauty, the doll he claimed as his.

Since he was a young child, Jungkook was absolutely obsessed with you. He was infatuated by your perfectly sculptured looks, your flawless skin, your velvety soft hair and your captivating soulless eyes that didn’t leave his, never getting enough of him as much as he couldn’t of you.

A spark buzzed through his bright eyes every time he made contact with yours.

Jungkook was only five years old when he met you, and from that day on, he knew he would do anything for you and marry you when he grew up.

The love he felt for you was real. Which he proved to you when he dug his teeth into his baby cousin’s arm when he caught the little girl playing with you, latching onto the shrieking child until two adults were able to pull him off.

Jungkook was a monster. This was a thought that often crossed his mother’s mind as no day went by where she didn’t have to intervene the boy from causing total destruction. Being a mother was a 24/7 job which was made harder by the day the boy started to show his true colors.

Something was terribly wrong with her son.

She knew yet she turned a blind eye when the realization came that this would bring shame and humiliation to this family. The woman didn’t want the whole community to cast judgemental eyes on their happy family home after finding out she had raised a psychopath child - she was an undoubtedly good mother, it was her child that was the problem.

To deal with this issue on her own, the mother locked the boy in the shelf that stood in the corner of his parents’ bedroom - only releasing him right before his father came home from his nine to five.

But it was this particular day where Jungkook had gone too far, kicking his pregnant mother against her belly after she didn’t hand him over the cookies he wanted for breakfast.

It was then that the same monster that possessed the young boy, also took over her and hosted and manifested itself into her brain, like a parasite eating away at any of her conscience.

“I’m sorry, Jungkook.”

The woman wrapped her fingers around his small throat before his whole world turned black.

-

“Your turn.” His endearing bunny smile showed no sign of the evil that hid within.

The room was eerily silent after the comment that was made by Jungkook.

“What are you waiting for? We are playing.”

The tension in the air gradually thickened - it feeling thicker than the musty air that you smelled from day one - as the bare bulb attached to a mere pull string flickered above you.

The two of you were sitting right in the middle of the room. From a first glance it wasn’t that evident that this was a basement, as the looks reminded one more of a low budget home school classroom or a low effort bedroom designed for a child. A couple of walls were dosed in a choppy and streaky brush work of shades of sweet pastel pink. While the other wall’s plaster was covered in peeled off flakes, but it wasn’t abandoned in the redesign work, as it was covered in multiple colorful posters. Ranging from the alphabet to cheerful nursery rhymes.

The floor felt ice cold to the touch - the cement was filled with mildew cracks snaking across it.

Thankfully you found an escape from the ice cold flooring by sitting on the mattress in the corner or the small stools, a blue one for Jungkook and a pink one for you.

The basement lacked a window and needless to say, it also lacked a heating system. The stairs led to the basement door, and you were unaware of where it led to from there - but you did know that it was the door Jungkook entered from every time he came down to visit you.

“Come on, I thought we would have fun today? I have to go to work soon, we might be able to get another round in.” He pressed further. “You promised there wouldn’t be a problem today.”

At the voice of your abductor, you snapped out of your thoughts.

“Jungkook.” You called out the name of the person who had forcefully taken you.

“Yeah, doll?”

You rested your hands on top of your lap. Uncertainty built up in your chest as you considered a different course of action, but instead, you continued to speak.

“I don’t want to play anymore.” The words came out in a shaky voice.

Not wanting to meet his eyes, you kept yours on the table where the game was laid out.

“You don’t want to play.” He repeated, venom dripping off his voice.

Your chest tightened at his response and you gave him a quick nod. Which was met with silence.

It took a few seconds before you were able to force another sound out of your vocal cords. “Please, let me go home, I won’t tell a soul about what happened, I promise.”

“You are home.” Jungkook gently reminded you. “You belong here, with me. I don’t know what bullshit those people put into your head, but you are right where you belong.”

“No, I want to go to my home, to my family-“

“I am your family, your only family!”

Your body shook as Jungkook’s hand slammed onto the table. Before you could attempt to calm him down, he already leaped forward and grabbed you by the collar, dragging you over the table.

“Stop, stop, please!” You whine, hearing the sounds of plates and cups crashing onto the floor as he dragged you over it before letting you fall to the rock hard ground. Jungkook got up from the stool before he walked over to you with heavy steps.

Jungkook didn't stop until your cries died down. Without moving a muscle, you laid on the floor with your eyes shut tight. It was the only way that he'd stop when fury overtook him.

Jungkook's heavy breathing echoed through the room as you could feel the side of his shoe graze across your cheek as he paced back and forth.

"You always ruin everything. We can't be a happy family because of you. If only you would listen..."

The soles of his shoes scraped across the grits in the floor as he crouched down, hovering over you.

"If you just listened, I wouldn't have to hurt you. Me hurting you, hurts me more than it hurts you." Jungkook's fingers brushed across your scalp as you could feel something wet drip down on your face followed by sniffles. "But I know I'm not wrong, I know it really is you this time." His digits halted and his soles shuffled again as you could hear faint footsteps disappear into the distance.

-

It all started a mere two weeks ago. It was an usual day at the skating rink - aside from the Christmas themed decorations, everything else was as usual - and you were running around, handling a diversity of tasks; from helping lost kids find their parents again, explaining the conditions of the coupon to confused costumers, and making sure that the place was shiny clean.

The typical Christmas music blared through the speakers as the ceiling lights flickered from a bright neon green to a dark red.

“That will be $21,39, please, sir, thank you.” You passed the $50 bill through the device before placing it into your register and handing the father the change.

“Come on kiddos, let’s get those skates on and you’re ready to go.”

Behind the counter, it was, again, an usual day where you worked the register, helped out in the kitchen, and chatted with your fellow co-workers.

But to your surprise, there was something different about today.

The customer that was next, stood there, frozen in place as he studied every feature of your face.“It’s… you?” A young male around your age whispered in pure disbelief, before he took a few steps forward and inspected your face.

“Uhm?”

“It’s me, Jungkook.” He announced as he pointed to himself. “Shit, I can’t believe this.. after all these years…”

You stared at the man before chuckling, shifting on your feet uncomfortably as you eyed more people entering the premise and joining the line that was forming behind him.

“I’m sorry…” You apologized. “I am positive we haven’t met before.”

Truth be told, you weren’t the best with names and faces but with him? You knew for sure that you’ve never seen him.

“You really don’t remember me?” He asked through gritted teeth as his eyebrows furrowed. “It’s me, it’s me!”

“Sorry, I’ve never ever seen you before in my life.”

“Bullshit. We went to school together, we slept in my room together every night, we bathed together, we did every fucking thing together and you’re just gonna ‘forget’ about all of that?”

You could tell that he was getting visibly upset, but you didn’t quite know how to wiggle yourself out of this painfully awkward conversation.

“Sir, I only moved here half a year ago. I don’t really know anybody here, so..”

“I know… you must not recognize me because I’m older now.” He reached to his back pocket and pulled out a leather wallet before opening it and pointing at a small square photo. “Look, look!” He repeatedly tapped on the small picture. “This is us, this is me.”

There was a photo of, you presumed , a younger version of the man who stood in front of you. There was nothing else to confirm his story of him knowing you, aside from him posing with a grin, looking at the camera with a doll clenched into his hand.

“Sorry sir, you got the wrong person. Erm, we have other people in the line. So, how about I get you your ticket and-“

“Enough.” The tone of his voice was laced with a warning as he suddenly grabbed onto your wrist. “Let’s go home now.” He ordered as his grip tightened.

“What do you think you’re doing?” You tried to pull back but he kept you in an iron grip.

“Hey! Let me go!” You whined before you were finally able to pull your hand out of his hold, stumbling back as you did.

“What’s going on here?” You turned around to look at your manager, and at the panicked look on your face, he understood that whatever was going on made you highly uncomfortable.

“Excuse me, we treat our employees with respect, and if you fail to do so sir, I will need to ask you to leave. Y/N? Did he buy a ticket? You can give him a refund.”

“No, he didn’t get a ticket yet, he-“

“Come here. Let’s go home I said! Don’t you miss what we had? The things we did?” He raised his voice at you.

“Sir, clearly she’s not interested in talking to you. Hey, Y/N, how about you go to the back while I sort this out?”

The man didn’t have to say that twice. Of course you wouldn’t say no to bolting out of this odd situation that you’ve gotten yourself into. “Thanks, sir.” With a nod, you excused yourself.

You passed your manager with a lang of guilt - not wanting to abandon your work but also telling yourself that it couldn’t be helped.

A sudden screech left your lips as your head jolted back, as the stranger’s fingers found his way into your locks and he attempted to pull you over the counter, and he succeeded when you practically flew onto the other side of the counter.

When you fell to the ground, Jungkook was able to have a better hold of you before he made a run for it, dragging you across the floor.

Some guests looked on in confusion, while a few others chased after him, including your manager.

“Jisoo, call the police! Quick!” Your manager called from behind him as the group and Jungkook engaged in the bizarre tug of war, they tried to pull you out of Jungkook’s hands at which in turn, he gripped onto you tighter.

“I can’t believe you’re doing this to me!” Jungkook hollered as his fingers latched onto your hair tightly. “Look what you’ve done, crazy bitch!”

Finally, you felt some relief as Jungkook was overpowered by the group as they kept him pushed onto the floor as he groaned.

“Oh my god.” Jisoo hurried to your side, glancing down at the floor which was now covered in loose strands and locks, before she placed your hand on your shoulder, helping you up as she escorted you to the back. With shaky legs and trembling fingers you allowed her to bring you back to safety.

Out of fear of the psychopath returning to finish the job, you locked the door before bursting into tears, and at that, Jisoo wrapped her arms around you and pulled you into a comforting hug.

That was the last time you saw Jungkook, as he was banned from the premise after he was taken by police.

According to the police officer, the young male was no stranger to them, thus when they saw him at the workplace, they were hardly surprised. It was known to the locals that Jungkook was disturbed, but no one took the responsibility to offer a helping hand. Aside from calling the police when they found him breaking public property in a rage or found him aimlessly wandering around the street.

Jungkook disappeared for months, getting locked up in prison for the assault, and after some time and professional help, you came to terms with the horrifying trauma you went through.

But then, as you walked to your car, you failed to notice the dark figure that was watching you from a distance.

-

The dice rolled over the table before it came to a halt and you moved the small figurine over the board.

Next. It was Jungkook’s turn, and like that the two of you played a round of Monopoly. You weren’t sure how many times you’ve played this today but nonetheless it wasn't as if you had a choice.

It was all about what Jungkook wanted. Rejecting his wishes was simply not an option.

"I told you to not do it like that, how many times do I have to tell you?"

You paused at his sharp words as you blinked, staring at him in slight confusion.

"I'm, i'm sorry, Jungkook, I'm sorry." Apologizing straight away often helped to de-escalate the situation. "Tell me what to do, and I will fix it, I promise I won't do it again, I didn't do it on purpose."

"Shut up, shut up, shut the fuck up!" Jungkook's fists slammed onto the table before he gripped onto the sides of the board game and swung it to the side, making it fly across the room before it crashed against the wall and landed on the floor.

You remained glued to the stool, your hands on the sides as you studied Jungkook’s posture - he was obviously tense, but he didn’t seem to have any balled fists or a dark tint in his eyes, which seemed to be the parameters to look out for before he burst into fits of anger.

“I’m done playing.”

It didn’t matter how many times you explained. It never made a difference. No matter how many ways you tried to explain, it never clicked for him that you weren’t who he thought you were.

All your personal belongings, from your phone to wallet, were all destroyed, as he informed you that you didn’t need those things when you were with him.

Rather, he always uses the word ‘doll.’

‘A doll doesn’t need a mobile phone.’

‘A doll doesn’t need a wallet.’

‘A doll doesn’t need food.’

Even when you’ve told him that your name was y/n, Jungkook would laugh in your face. No, no, no that wasn’t your name, it was obvious that you were brainwashed by those people who dared to take you away from him - your parents.

You were simply kidnapped when the two of you were young, and that was the full story.

You really tried. You tried everything.

You’ve cried your eyes out. You’ve screamed and begged. Even calmly telling him didn’t work. Nothing you did made him listen to what you had to say.

Again and again he would call you his beautiful doll, as he dismissed your words.

-

“We used to bathe together every day.” The rough bristles scraped across your back as Jungkook rested his left foot on the edge of the tub, his eyes never leaving your shivering frame.

The water was freezing cold.

He stepped to the side and got a dollop of shampoo before rubbing it together in his hands and dragging his fingers through your hair, eliminating the tight knots by force as you yelped out in pain.

After Jungkook deemed you as clean enough, he turned off the water and turned around to grab a towel.

Two minutes later you were back in the basement as Jungkook stood in front of the open closet.

“Perfect. This will be perfect for our tea party later.” Jungkook admired the colorful colors along with the beautifully drawn illustrations.

“Jungkook..” You whispered as you stared at your bare feet, drops of water falling down your locks and landing on the floor.

“You’ll look adorable. This was your favorite outfit.” He chuckled at the fond memories. “We went to auntie’s wedding and you wore this exact dress.”

“I appreciate the help.. but, I can dress myself.”

The heavy dress slipped out of his fingers and fell right in front of his feet.

Did you say something wrong?

“You don’t need me, is that what you are saying?” He slowly turned his head to look back at you.

“I-“

Jungkook didn’t give you the chance to speak up as he stormed over to you, his fist making contact with your cheek before you crashed to the floor.

“Jungkook! Jungkook! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please!” You held up your hands as a sign of submissive defeat, trying to show him that you were defenseless and he had the upper hand.

“Give me that,” His nail scratched your chest as he yanked the towel off your body. “You don’t need me, so why would I bother with giving you clothes? You know everything better. You can take care of yourself.”

“I’m so sorry…” You curled up, trying to cover your body, feeling humiliated, even though Jungkook had seen it over a dozen times. “I didn’t say that, i am so sorry, please don’t be angry..”

But your words fell on deaf ears as Jungkook returned to the closet and swung the door open. He tossed every single item that he took out for you today back into it before nonchalantly closing the door behind him, it not fully closing.

“If you go in here…” He stared right through you. “I will break your arm again. Do you understand?”

Again?

“I understand.”

- You found out that Jungkook thrived on routine - even if the routine was painfully boring to you.

After a few days you figured out that he liked having things go his way. Every morning he woke you up at the exact same time, then proceeded to have his childish tea party with you.

You lifted up your foot as he pulled the knee sock onto your leg, before he finished off with placing a bow in your hair.

After your short morning routine, Jungkook would leave for work, leaving you in the dusty and cold basement for the majority of the day, before he returned back home.

You assumed that he ate dinner by himself before he came down to the basement and laid with you on the mattress. Touching you however he pleased and doting on you, before he picked a movie on his phone for the two of you to watch.

The movie nights temporarily helped you shift your focus to other thoughts - happier thoughts - and aside from feeling Jungkook’s body pressed against you, he mostly left you alone, making a few comments about the movie here and there.

“Goodnight, I love you, doll.”

“I love you too.” You knew better than to not return those words to him, your stomach still carried the prints of his shoe the last time you didn’t say it back.

-

“You loved apples, you wouldn’t stop asking for them.” The apple peels landed on the kitchen counter as Jungkook remsniced about the past.

Today was a miracle. Somehow you convinced him to let you help him prepare breakfast - claiming that you wanted to learn how to make breakfast for your future husband, which Jungkook eagerly gobbled it up, it was almost too easy.

You reached out to the knife and started to cut the peeled apples into wedges before placing them in the two bowls in front of the cutting board.

You had to do this.

The perfect opportunity was presented to you in clear sight as Jungkook placed the peeler down and walked to the fridge, kneeling down.

“Do you want milk or orange juice?”

“Orange juice is fine.” You lifted the back of your feet as you tiptoed towards him, stopping in between before continuing. With every step, you gripped onto the handle of the knife tighter, leaving crescent moon shapes in your skin as you prepared yourself for the moment.

With shut eyes you raised your hand above your shoulder before you opened your eyes and plunged your hand down as hard as you could.

Jungkook screamed in agony at which your body responded with a state of paralysis. Then it dawned on you what you just did, and you made a run for it. The logical destination was the front door so you ran as fast as you could, throwing anything you could get your hands on so you could slow Jungkook down, if, no, when he’d come after you.

“Come here, fucking bitch!”

The sounds of his feet stomping on the floor was getting closer, and from the shaking floor underneath your bare feet, you could tell that he was livid.

With a sharp turn to the right, you neared the front door.

Right next to it was a decorative wooden bird house with a bundle of keys dangling from it. It was possibly your ticket out of this hell.

In an attempt to find the right fit, your eyes shifted from the individual key to the shape in the door but when you couldn’t link the right key to the opening by a glance alone, you decided to try every single one of them as time was running out.

The keys dropped to your feet and you cussed at the terrible timing before kneeling down and snatching them from the floor and retrying, digging into your memory to remember which keys you’ve already tried, to save some time.

You hurriedly went through the remaining four keys, hoping that one of them was indeed the key to freedom. But before you could find out, a strong force knocked you off your feet, and you found yourself on the floor, the keys sliding underneath the shoe rack as the world spun around you.

The kitchen knife stood upright in Jungkook’s left shoulder as he hovered over you.

“Jungkook, baby, I’m sorry, I- I made a mistake.” You crawled back as your eyes didn’t leave his body - you were far too afraid to look him in the eyes - as you watched every move he made.

Jungkook got closer, at which you crawled back even faster.

“Kookie, I’m so sorry, I’ll do anything, please forgive me. I wasn’t thinking, I was scared, so scared.”

Jungkook stopped walking towards you and you also paused. “Baby, thank you, I’ll make it up to you, I promise.” With a forced smile, you looked up to him before you let out a sigh of relief.

His fingers then neared the handle that was poking out of his shoulder, before he tugged on it.

“You are nothing but another little fake, you bitch.” With that, he plunged the knife out of his gaping wound before he lunged at you and without missing a beat, you jumped onto your feet and fled.

“Jungkook, please don’t hurt me! I love you, I love you!” You tried everything to convince him otherwise and you tried to say the words he must’ve wanted to hear, but when you felt the knife rip through the back of your dress, you knew that he was possessed by evil, and he only had one goal in mind - taking your life away from you.

You shrieked as loud as your lungs would let you, banging against the walls as you ran through the living room and tried to make your way to the balcony, thinking that falling to your death would be less painful than being stabbed to death.

You threw and tossed over everything in sight in an attempt to buy yourself more time and increase the space between you and your abductor but the pursuit came to an end when you made the grave mistake of slipping over the carpet and falling down.

You tried to get back onto your feet, but the dull metal penetrated through your skin, and when Jungkook pulled the knife out of your back, you turned on your back, holding out your hands to block the incoming attacks, but Jungkook ignored you defense - stabbing every part of your body that he could reach.

“You’re joining them! You belong in hell, along with those other imposters! They’ll never find you too!”

Soon, your arms stopped lingering in the air, as they dropped to your side, and you laid there in an increasing puddle of red, motionless, your eyes filled with fright as Jungkook continued on stabbing you.

—

“This is Jeon Jungkook’s home, isn’t it?”

“Yeah. I’ve never gotten a domestic violence call though. Kid probably landed on his head too many times as a kid, but aside from that, he never caused that much trouble, you know?”

The female officer rung the doorbell before knocking on the door.

“Police! Open the door!” The woman called out before stepping back.

No movement.

“Police, open up!” The male called out.

Finally before both officers were about to kick in the door, it opened with a creak in a painfully slow tempo. The door didn’t open fully and only allowed a small opening, but it was enough for Jungkook to glance through.

“What?”

“We received concerned calls from people who thought they heard screams for help.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I live alone.”

“Nonetheless, we need to check the residence-“

With a slam, the door shut in their faces.

“Send dispatchers, we need backup.” The woman called as her partner lunged against the door.

Luckily, it didn’t take long for the door to break down, and with pulled guns the two officers hurried into the hallway.

“Come out, we ain’t playing, kid!” The man called.

The woman nodded to her partner before he went ahead and went in first, stopping at the sound of sniffling.

The two entered the living room, still with guns pulled out as they both went their own way, approaching the sobbing young man on the sofa.

There was a trail of blood in the living room that stopped at a puddle of blood which got both officers on high alert.

“Send ambulance.” The woman called in her walk-in talkie before slowly moving towards Jungkook.

“I need you to turn around and get on your knees, kid.”

“Why did she leave me? Why is she hiding from me? We had it good, we were so good together. She doesn’t care that she hurt me, does she? Walking out on a fucking kid?” With gritted teeth, the dark haired man slammed his bloodied fist against his head. “Why? Why?”

“Turn around and hands behind your back.”

“How many more years is she going to hide? Is she trying to destroy me? What did I ever do to her? I was just a kid!” He sobbed as he rubbed his eyes, looking down at his lap as his face was smeared in the crimson red.

“Hey, I’m not repeating myself. Get down. On your knees. Hands behind your back.”

“Stupid bitch, stupid fucking bitch!” Jungkook jumped from the couch, running over to the officers with the knife gripped in his hand, stabbing the woman in her side before he was taken down by bullets.

“Shots fired! Officer got shot, send backup right now!”

-

You woke up screaming as your arms and legs kicked about, trying to kick and wrestle Jungkook off you, feeling the metal plunge in and out of you as blood drops blurred your vision.

“Miss, miss, please calm down!” The unfamiliar voice frightened you even more and you sobbed.

“Help! Call 911, I beg you!” You hollered.

But as your eyes started to focus on the white ceiling, and you realized that it wasn’t the type of grey that you’ve seen at Jungkook’s place, you started to calm down, sitting up straight as you looked around, your gaze stopping at a nurse who looked at you with widened eyes.

“Are you alright?”

“Why,” You stammered. “Why am I in a hospital?” The last thing you remembered was Jungkook attempting to murder you - aside from that, it was a fuzzy blur.

“You were stabbed, a neighbour called the emergency services.”

“Jungkook, Jungkook. Where is he?” Your eyes shot to the door, terrified of him walking in any second.

The nurse followed your gaze towards the doorway, somehow figuring out what you must’ve been thinking, and then looked back at you.

“Miss, he didn’t make it.”

-

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In The Night | jjk

pairing: stalker!jungkook + fem/afab!reader

word count: 2.3k

genre: smut, yandere, thriller

warnings: stalking, male masturbation, female masturbation, obsessive thoughts, yandere behavior, mention of filming without consent, vibrator use, body worship, breaking and entering, use of “princess”, it’s hot

— synopsis: When you find out that the shy tech guy has been watching you at night, you take matters into your own hands.

Eleven P.M. on the dot. It’s almost time. Excitement bubbles in your stomach, nerves flowing from your toes to your fingertips. Immediately, you open your window just enough to leave a crack. Then, you sift through your dresser for something just right. Walking around in a bra and panties would be too obvious—you have to keep up the clueless act as best you can, but still be a tease.

So, you fish out an old shirt you had accidentally made into a too-short-to-wear-to-the-grocery-store crop tee, the graphic on the front more than halfway cut off. It’s perfect to show off the expanse of your stomach, which is key for what’s to come. Perhaps you can go with only that and panties—no doubt it would be game-changing, but you still grab for your heart pattern sleep shorts that do wonders for the shape of your ass. It’s perfect, and just in time.

Eleven-Ten P.M. He’s here. Adrenaline pumps through you at a speed incomprehensible, putting your heart to the test as you can practically hear it pounding. Remember, play it cool. You’re not supposed to know that he’s watching.

Yes, the hot, nerdy tech guy that seems to lose all collectiveness around you watches you through your window every single night. And honestly, you love it.

Of course, you’ve had the inner monologue about how it’s supposed to creep you the fuck out and that you probably should have called the cops by now. But that just wouldn’t be any fun, now would it?

Keep reading

If I Can’t Have You…

Pairing: Boyfriend!Kim Taehyung x Fem!Reader, Yandere!Boyfriend’s Best Friend!Park Jimin x Fem!Reader

Summary: You were dating his best friend. He knew that, so why couldn’t he stop trying to make you his?

Genre: yandere, semi college!au, pwp smut, angst, lowkey mafia, maybe a thriller? Semi series.

Warnings for this part: yandere, jealousy, stalking, naive!taehyung, Semi naive!reader, hidden dom!jimin, mention of voyeurism, male masturbastion, groping, possible dub-con, hidden but obvious worshiping, kissing/make-out if you’re sensitive to that, fine line of cheating, Jimin’s lowkey a hypocrite, palming?, cream pie kink?, mentions begging in almost every paragraph, probably extreme obsession, a lot of pda, boner/erection? I barely know how to put warnings, bold word choices, respectful and desperate horny men for you, lol, semi breast play, these warnings are long, small fantasies, praises but not the kind you expect, mentions of smut, alcohol consumption, whining everywhere, everyone is pouting ever three seconds, Jimin’s a chef now, you know, some of these warnings aren’t even warnings. I feel like I missed something but I can’t figure out what it is?

Word count: 10k - Me sorry.

Listen to: ‘I Wanna Be Yours’ by Arctic Monkeys, but sometimes while I was making this I listened to ‘Look Here’ by BTS, or ‘Black Out Days’ by Phantogram.

Note: This is my first time doing something like this so probably lower your expectations. Lol. I’m breaking this story in half because it’s really long and I don’t really have motivation to finish the rest right now. This story is definitely questionable. Enjoy!

Thank you to my bestie @bangtangalicious for beta reading most of this and giving your lovely opinions. It’s been an interesting experience. ily<3

It started off small. He’d met you through his best friend. You were introduced as his girlfriend. Why couldn’t he understand that?

<March 11th, 3:09pm> <One Month Before>

College was never something Jimin was sincerely interested in, while Taehyung spent half of his life preparing for it. They grew up inseparable. Doing almost everything together. They both succeeded in high school and were set to do their own things. Taehyung, parent lead, had been studying since middle school to become a doctor. He saved his dog from dying once, and his parents became convinced he could save others lives as well. Jimin, on the other hand, was going to succeed his father for his business. His father spent years preparing for the day it would happen. He knew Jimin was intelligent enough to run a company without a diploma, although he could still achieve it if he wanted to. Until his father either died or retired, Jimin could do whatever he pleased.

Taehyung became aware of the possibility of Jimin not going to college with him. He practically begged Jimin to try it out, saying that there were perks of going. Jimin knew he was lying but still enrolled to calm his friend. Unfortunately, the same college Taehyung was going to attend had also accepted Jimin as well. He forced a smile when Taehyung read the letter. Once again, they’re inseparable. They ended up sharing the same dorm. Even their schedules were similar. Taehyung’s classes started before Jimin's but there was time somewhere in between to spend time with one another. 

-

Jimin and Taehyung sat at a table they found somewhere on campus during a break they shared from their schedules. Taehyung went on about a new girlfriend he’d acquired. Jimin's dating life was something he didn’t really care for. He did try, but his past relationships weren’t really exciting or passionate for him. He didn’t love them enough, but they loved him. They felt like they were lucky to be with him, he felt he was stuck in another blind date, from Taehyung. He started to think that love and romantic stuff wasn’t for him, like his father. Jimin used to question how his parents met and stayed together when his father appeared to lack every emotion in his body, and unfortunately, he might have turned out the same.

Jimin semi listened to Taehyung rant about how different she was from his others. He’s heard this story too many times. He wasn’t amused anymore. “You can’t be serious.” Jimin glanced up from his phone at him. “I am! I swear she’s different from the rest.” Taehyung stared at him dramatically, trying to defend himself. Jimin scoffed at his reply. “Every girlfriend you’ve had ends up being very toxic and annoying. You’re really bad at this. You’re sure she’s not like that?” Jimin sat his phone down as he replied to him. Taehyung nodded. “I promise, I can feel it in my soul. She's different from them.” Taehyung moved his head slightly to look past Jimin, and smirked. “Why don’t you see for yourself. She’s coming over now.”

Jimin turned around with an unamused expression, glancing around people until he found you. His expression changed immediately. It was love at first sight. He convinced himself that you were the love he was looking for. You had this bright aura that anyone could see. A smile that could make everything better. You were so beautiful. He couldn’t understand how Taehyung managed to convince you to date him. You should be dating him instead. He smirked at the idea.

Smiling brightly, you approached the table, sat on Taehyung’s lap, and kissed him on the lips. Jimin had been watching your every movement until Taehyung turned his head to look at him. “Jimin, this is y/n, my girlfriend. y/n, this is jimin, my best friend.” You turned to look at him and smiled. “Hi jimin! It’s nice to meet you.” Hearing you say his name had him feeling things. Butterflies. You sounded like an angel to him. He was hypnotized. You extended your hand out to him, indicating a handshake. Jimin was slowly losing his mind. He’s never felt this shy before. He reached his hand to yours and shook it. Your hand felt like heaven to him, so soft and warm. He craved it elsewhere.

It took a few seconds for him to let go. He awkwardly smiled. “Uh.. yeah.. yeah, it’s nice to meet you too y/n.” Jimin couldn’t take his eyes off of you. Every part of you was so perfect. Every detail he could see about you, he mentally praised it. He couldn’t remember if he’d seen you around campus or not, but a pretty face like yours was hard to miss. If he had seen you though, he would have already approached you. He wondered how Taehyung came across you.

“Hey, um - how did you both meet?” His comment interrupted a conversation you were having with Taehyung. You tilted your head a little while thinking. “We have a class together. He became my partner for a project once and we just kind of hit it off.” Taehyung turned your head to him and kissed you on the lips. “She was such a good girl for me, I had to get to know her more.” You chuckled. “Me? Jimin, you should have seen the way he was flirting with me. He looked like a small lost puppy, begging for me to give him a chance.” Jimin nodded and hummed. “That does sound like Taehyung.”

You stayed with them, chatting about whatever came to mind. Jimin talked to you a lot, asking questions, or even complimenting you a little. He wanted you to feel more comfortable around him. To get to know him. To be his friend. Although he couldn’t stay long due to his schedule, he made a lot of effort in hopes for you to call him your friend soon.

Very soon

<March 13th, 12:30pm>

Little time had passed since Jimin’s first encounter with you, but he probably knew everything about you by now. Your schedule, your hobbies, your full name, your birthday, your preferences, your dorm location, if you had any past relationships, if you had any pets, if you had any siblings.

Your parents address

He studied everything about you. Always around you distantly in his spare time, observing everything you’ve done so far. Your interactions with your friends, you in some of your classes, even an intimate moment you had with your boyfriend.

He felt such a strong connection to you. Something he had never felt before. He thought he was finally in love. That he could really have happiness, connection, comfort.

Pleasure

Although he just met you, his body was drawn to you. It craved you. He wanted you so bad it hurts. He wanted to please you, to love and cherish you properly, and not fuck you like some kind of desperate one night stand. He hated that he couldn’t have you anytime he desired, but he knew that Taehyung could.

-

Taehyung and Jimin's schedules were clear enough for them to plan to hang out more than half an hour. Of course, they do see each other, but it wasn't more than either a class together, whenever they're both in their dorm, or if there is enough room in their schedules to share a break together.

They didn’t plan much though. As in much, not really anything. A new movie was released recently, and Jimin was trying to convince Taehyung to go with him. “It’s like noon. You want to watch a movie like that at noon?” Taehyung laid in his bed in their dorm room tossing a basketball up repeatedly. Jimin sat on his own bed putting his shoes on. “Yeah, a movie’s a movie regardless of when you watch it. Besides, it’s going to be dark in the theater anyways, it’s not going to matter.” Taehyung sighed before he lifted up. “Fine, but I’m deciding what we’re doing after.” Jimin nodded as he stood up. “Sure, so who’s driving?”

While walking to his car, Taehyung stopped. “Hey, um.. you’d mind if I invite y/n? I think she wanted to see this movie too.” Jimin stopped and turned his head. “Oh,” He smiled. “That’s okay, I don’t mind.” Taehyung smiled and patted Jimin’s shoulder while walking past him. “Perfect, I really hope you two get along well.” Jimin frowned his eyebrows, speed walking to catch up with him. “Why?” Taehyung looked at him from the other side of his car. He sighed a little. “This might be too early to say but I really feel like y/n’s the one for me. She makes me feel so happy, so content, so alive. I know I’ve said this with my other girlfriends, but I’m being serious this time. I really don’t want to lose her.”

Jimin rolled his eyes as he got into Taehyung's car. He thought that Taehyung was too naive to see that you weren’t meant for him. That you were truly meant for Jimin, and Jimin only.

-

Taehyung did indeed ask you to join them, and you gladly said you would. He drove to where your dorm was and parked his car. As they waited for you, Taehyung patted Jimin's arm. “Oh, how about you invite that one cashier at that nice café that’s always flirting with you and we can have like a double date!” Taehyung was smiling at him, but Jimin wasn’t. He removed Taehyung’s hand off of his arm. “No. First, her name is Ami. Second, Ami is a minor. Third, Ami doesn’t like me like that and I don’t like her like that. We’re just friends.” Taehyung sighed. “Bro, I swear she likes you like that, anyone can see it, but I didn’t know she was a minor. I thought she graduated or something.” Jimin shook his head. “It’s her last year. She graduates before her birthday.”

“When’s her birthday?”

“July 9th.”

Taehyung side-eye him. “You sure do know a lot about her.” Before Jimin could respond, you tapped on Taehyung’s window. They both turned to look at you. You slightly frowned. “Let me in, the door’s locked.” You pointed to the back door. Taehyung unlocked it and you got in behind him. “Hey babe, hi Jimin.” You leaned up and kissed Taehyung's cheek and patted Jimin's shoulder. Jimin tried to suppress a smile. “Hi y/n. You look really nice in that.” You smiled at the compliment. “Thank you. I wasn’t sure about what to wear because I didn’t know where you guys were going after.” Taehyung chuckled while starting the car. “We don’t either.”

-

The entire car ride, you and Taehyung did nothing but flirt while Jimin had to sit through all of it. You would reach your hands up and run them along Taehyung’s hair, chest, arms, anywhere you could touch. Taehyung would give you dirty compliments to edge you on. It was like Jimin wasn’t even there to you both. He sat through all of that in full jealousy that you weren’t doing any of that to him. He tried to ignore it, looking out the window to try and distract himself, but the dirty words you said to Taehyung, had his full attention. Everywhere.

When you all did arrive at the theater, Jimin was the first one out the car, speed walking to the entrance. Taehyung was a little surprised by this as you both got out of the car. “Wow, I guess he was serious about this movie.” You hummed in agreement but kept your eyes on Jimin until he went inside. He looked a little nervous, like he was trying to hide something. You wondered what was wrong.

Although he did practically run inside the theater, he did wait by the counter for you both. When you did get there, he bought the tickets, some popcorn, and drinks. “Thank you, Jimin.” You put your hand on his shoulder. He turned his head to look at you and smiled. There were so many things he could say. ‘Anything for you y/n.’ - ‘I’ll always get you whatever you want. Just say the words, it's yours.’ - ‘Of course, y/n, anything, anytime, anywhere.’ He wasn’t brave enough to confess those to you yet, so he kept it simple. “You’re welcome, y/n.”

-

Jimin wished he could focus on the movie but it was kind of hard when you and Taehyung were shoving your tongues down each other’s throats right beside him. After Jimin got the tickets, Taehyung suggested that you all sit in the back, claiming that up there had the best view of the screen. Jimin knew what he was getting at but went along with it anyway. He wished he didn’t, now that he was aware of the consequences. After trying so hard to focus on the movie, he finally caved in and glanced to his side. You and Taehyung were leaning over the armrest devouring one another. Luckily, you all were the only ones sitting up there and no one in front dared to look back.

One of Taehyung’s hands was on your face while his other was groping your pussy over your outfit. Meanwhile, one of your hands was in Taehyung’s hair while the other was rubbing his cock over his pants. Jimin could see the obvious boner Taehyung had. A boner they both had.

He had to go

Now

Jimin had to pass by your seat to leave the aisle the quickest. He was unaware that he bumped your leg going by. That new feeling on your body broke your focus and you broke away from Taehyung. You watched Jimin speed down the stairs and out the room. While you were distracted, Taehyung continued his advances of seducing you.

He was now kissing your neck while his hands were fondling your breasts. “I really wanna fuck you right now.” He mumbled into your neck. “We can go to my car-” You put your hands on his chest and gently pushed him. “Taehyung, stop. Wait.” He stopped immediately, leaning back with hooded eyes filled with lust. “What’s wrong babe? Did I do something wrong? Did you not like that?” You sighed and shook your head. “No, it's not you, it’s just…. Jimin got up and left kind of quickly. I think we made him uncomfortable.” Taehyung chuckled at your concern. “He’s fine, he probably had to use the bathroom or something.” You still felt worried. “Can we just relax for now? I don’t think I’m in that mode anymore.” Taehyung smiled and kissed you on the lips. “Yeah, of course.” He held your hand and kissed the back of it. For the first time in half an hour, you both actually sat and watched the movie.

-

Jimin was fighting the urge to jerk off to the thought of you in the movie theater’s bathroom. He won’t lie, the scene he just saw had him bothered. It just looked so hot. You looked so hot. From the palming movements you gave Taehyung’s dick, to the squirming your body did while Taehyung was rubbing your pussy. Jimin was subconsciously palming himself, replaying everything that just happened in his mind. Before he went too far, he brought himself back to reality and started thinking about anything that could make his boner go down. He doesn’t want to do that here. Especially in a public bathroom.

When Jimin finally calmed himself, he returned to the theater to see you and Taehyung completely calm and holding hands. He felt suspicious about this, kind of expecting you both to be gone and fucking in Taehyung’s car somewhere. While walking up the stairs, you both made eye contact. You smiled at him.

When he returned to his seat you leaned over to whisper in his ear. “I’m sorry if we made you uncomfortable, I know that was probably really awkward for you.” Your face was really close to his. If he turned his head and leaned in a little, he could probably kiss you. “No, it’s okay. I just went to the bathroom. I wasn’t bothered.” He lied. You leaned back a little, still worried about him. “Just in general, that was really bold for us to do. If you were uncomfortable, I’m sorry about that.” You sounded so sincere it made him feel kind of bad for your concern. “Really, it’s fine y/n. I wasn’t uncomfortable.” He was uncomfortable, just not the way you expected. You smiled gently at him. “Okay.”

-

For most of the movie, it was calm. You and Taehyung didn’t advance to try and seduce one another again, actually watching the movie with real reactions. Jimin thought everything was fine until he felt something on his leg. You had put your hand on his knee and rubbed it softly. He looked at you to see that you were fully focused on the movie. He didn’t want to pay any mind to this at first, clearing his throat and moving a bit in his chair, but that only caused your hand to go up higher. Your hand was on the middle of his thigh now. His mind filled with panic and excitement. He let himself become aroused again. The thought of you feeling over him had his cock stirring.

Before your hand reached that high, the sound of clapping echoed in the room. The movie was over and you got up immediately. “Wow, that was a really good movie!” Taehyung got up and stretched while yawning. “Yeah, it was good.” Jimin was still sitting there, flustered about your actions and how you looked unfazed. You walked out the aisle and down the stairs, Taehyung was behind you but stopped once he realized that Jimin was not behind him. “You okay? You look kinda lost.” Jimin was lost in his thoughts, half hard from your advances, he barely understood what Taehyung said. “What? Yeah-yeah I’m okay, just thinking.” Taehyung turned around fully and went back to where Jimin was and helped him up. “Why don’t you tell me what’s on your mind?” Jimin smirked. ‘Trust me, you don’t want to know’ - “um, just about a test I have next week. Yeah.”

You stopped at the bottom of the stairs, realizing that no one you went there with was behind you. You could see Taehyung wrap an arm around Jimin’s shoulder as he walked with him down the stairs. Your eyes went from Taehyung to Jimin. He was looking at you, mentally questioning you about everything. His stare felt intimidating. You looked away immediately. Your mind started to wonder about him and what he was like. Although you did have a boyfriend, there’s one thing you won’t lie about.

He’s attractive

<March 18th, 9:01am> <Three Weeks Before>

7:00am

Jimin is up at seven in the morning everyday

He wasn’t like this before

He did this for you

Your schedule was a lot different from his but he adjusted. Your classes started at 8:30, but you liked to do a morning jog around a park around 7:15, take a shower and leave by 8:20. His classes didn’t start until 10:00, which meant he could sleep in a little longer, but now he was up at seven to jog with you. Well not really with you but a few yards behind you. In his opinion, he was watching over you, protecting you from any possible danger that could happen. Although that never happened, and if anything he was the danger, he still would watch you from a distance just to be sure.

He hated jogging, but he loved you. He would do anything if you’d asked. He watched you stretch before you began to lightly jog. Close behind you, Jimin admired your back view, admiring every curve of your body he could see. You were so beautiful to him. Jimin truly loved you. He would do and sacrifice so much for you. He wondered, ‘Would Taehyung do the same?’

You decided to pick up your pace and he was a little caught off guard by that. Jimin picked up his own pace to try and keep up with you. He wasn’t out of shape, he just wasn’t really a runner. After a mile or two, you decided to rest on a nearby bench. He mentally thanked you leaned on a tree not too far away to catch his breath. He glanced at his watch, it was around 7:40. You usually leave to go back to your dorm around this time, so he stood up and hid behind the tree until you passed by him.

Eventually, you got up and started to walk back. Jimin made sure to move with perfect timing around the tree for certainty of not being seen. You passed by, and he remained unnoticed. Slowly he started following you back to your dorm. He just wanted to make sure you returned safely. Once he was sure you were okay, he went back to his own apartment.

Jimin entered his apartment, took off his shoes, tossed his keys on a nearby table, and flopped down on his couch. He rested for a few minutes before he got up to take a shower. He stayed in there for a while, relaxing from the feeling of the water on his body. His eyes were closed as he leaned against a shower wall. His thoughts were full of you. Admiring how good you looked while jogging. The sway of your curves as your body moved. How delicious your ass looked in the pants you wore. He wished he could have seen the slight bounce from your breast in your shirt, and a better view of the thin layer of sweat on your body.

He became aroused by his curiosity of what lies underneath. He started slowly stroking himself, groaning slightly, while his imagination ran wild. He pictured you under him, begging and clawing him, while he pounded into you anyway you wanted. He wondered what your kinks were, if you liked it rough or not, what your pussy tasted like, what you’d looked like sucking cock. That last thought made him stroke faster, imagining your mouth around him. He moaned louder to the thought of you on your knees in front of him, stroking and sucking on his cock, giving him an innocent look while your mouth was full of his dick. “f-fuck y/n, you’re so fucking hot.” He leaned his head back, biting his lip to try and suppress another moan. He imagined you making him cum, swallowing it, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out to show him, and taking him back in again. “oh-oh my god! Shit-” He let out a few deep moans and thrusted into his hand a few times as came. He sighed and leaned against the wall again.

Jimin knew that what he was doing was wrong. You were his best friend’s girlfriend after all, but FUCK you were so sexy, so beautiful, so sweet, so kind, so lovely he couldn’t not want you. He stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel for himself. He checked the time in his bedroom while getting dressed. It was 8:40. You should be in class by now. He sometimes would go to a nearby café around this time. He hasn’t been there for a few days and thought he should stop by.

-

Jimin entered the café and the cashier immediately recognized him. It was Ami. She was younger than him and thought she saw him as an older brother figure. She told Jimin that she didn’t have any older siblings and admired his company. Her parents owned the café and allowed her to work amongst the staff, to how she met him, he was a regular. “Jimin! it’s good to see you!” She said excitedly while smiling. He smiled in return, coming closer to the counter. “Ami, It's been a while hasn’t it?” She nodded. “I missed you. It’s been so long since I’ve seen you. I started to get worried.” He hummed. “You don’t need to worry, Ami. I was just so caught up with my schedule, I forgot to stop by.” He lied, but she believed it. “It’s alright, just at least let me know you’re okay next time.” She asked sincerely. “I will, I promise.” They interlocked their pinky fingers and put their thumbs together. “You want your usual?” She asked while already writing his order down. “As always.” He took out his card and handed it to her to pay. “Alright, you might want to take a seat though. Some of our supplies are low, so it might take a while.”

Jimin nodded at her before turning around. He looked around the café to find where he wanted to sit. He stopped when he spotted you at one of the tables, typing away on your computer. He was shocked to see you there. Especially at this café. He walked up to you. “Y/n? Hey! it’s me, Jimin!” You look up at him, smiling when you recognize him. “Hi Jimin, it’s nice to see you! What are you doing here?” He saw that as an invite to sit with you. “I could ask you the same. Aren’t you supposed to be in one of your classes right now?”

You slightly frowned your eyebrows and tilted your head. “Yeah, but my professor’s out today. How do you know that?” He gulped and awkwardly smiled at you. “Um, Taehyung! Yeah, he’s always talking about you and stuff.” You smiled at the thought of your boyfriend talking about you to his friends. You didn’t notice the way Jimin signed in relief when you turned away. “Besides that, what are you doing here? This is far from campus.” You turned your head back to look at him. “I know but I heard from my friends this place is nice, so since I had time, I wanted to see for myself. What are you doing here?” He smiled at you. “This is the closest café to where I live. I come here all the time. This place is amazing, I promise.”

“I thought you lived on campus. You don’t?” You asked him confused. Jimin smirked. “I do, but I also have a penthouse for after I graduate or whenever I want some peace away from Taehyung.”

-

Jimin charmed you and kept you company while you worked on your computer. Everything was going fine. He really tried hard to get to know you more. He made jokes just to see you smile, Complimented you but not too much to make you feel uncomfortable around him. Slightly flirted with you to see how you would react. You didn’t reject his flitting, but you didn’t accept it either. He felt like it was enough for him to try harder.

You checked the time on your phone and saw it was almost time for your next class. “Hey, I’m sorry, I have to go or I’m gonna be late.” You grabbed your stuff and stood up. “Umm, how about we meet up again tomorrow?” He nodded at you and smiled. “Yeah, it’s okay, I understand. We can meet up tomorrow.” You smiled and gently hugged him. “I promise I will! Just let me know when.” Almost leaving, you stopped and returned to where he was. “Right, you don’t have my number. Let me see your phone.” He gave you his phone and you exchanged both of your numbers. “I'm sorry for ditching you like this, but I promise we can talk tomorrow.” With that, you left and he watched.

He watched until you weren't visible anymore before he curiously looked through his phone. Browsing through his contacts until he found yours.

Y/N

<March 19th, 2:18pm>

Jimin felt like he was finally making progress with you. He has your number now. He could contact you anytime he wanted and it was a possibility you’ll respond. He wanted more though. He still needed to charm you enough for you to let your guard down around him. If he felt like charming you wasn’t working quick enough, then he’ll eventually try to seduce you.

-

Jimin was nervous about texting you. He wanted to be around you but wasn’t sure how to ask. What would you both do? He wanted this to be a date but he didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable if he invited you to a fancy restaurant. He thought about harmless activities that wouldn’t really make it look like you both are on a date.

A picnic.

It’s perfect. ‘Friends can go on a picnic together without it looking like a date.’ At least that’s what he told himself.

He prepared himself and everything for the picnic. He bought a cute basket, your and his favorite snacks, drinks, flowers, and a blanket to sit on. If you were to ask how he knew what you liked his excuse was going to be either ‘a coincidence’ or ‘Taehyung’ again.

You both had classes that day so it was agreed to meet during a break. Of course he didn’t walk around with that basket all day, he left it in his car. He informed you where he wanted to meet with you and waited for you there. It was under a Weeping Willow Tree. Jimin checked his watch for the fifth time in three minutes. The agreed time was 2:20, but he was ten minutes early. You weren’t late, but you weren’t early either. He worried if you would stand him up.

This wasn’t a date though?

While he thought over this, he didn’t notice someone had approached him until he felt a hand on his shoulder. “Jimin! I’ve been looking everywhere for you. Where have you been?” Jimin turned his head to see Taehyung. He sighed. “Taehyunnng, hey - buddy, what are you doing here? What do you need?” Taehyung looked down at Jimin's hands. “Why do you have that? Are you going on a picnic date with someone?” Jimin pulled the basket away from his view. “No, it’s not a date. I asked y/n to hangout.” Taehyung smiled and took the basket out of Jimin’s hands. “Cool! I’ll join you guys.”

By the time you got there, Taehyung just finished setting up everything, sat down on the blanket, and started going through the basket. “Babe? Hey, what are you doing here? I didn’t know you invited him, Jimin.” - ‘I didn’t know either.’ Jimin forced a smile. “I know, he just popped up and decided to stick around.”

-

Jimin couldn’t tell if he was the third wheel or Taehyung. The picnic was for you and Jimin, but you mostly chatted with Taehyung, and of course, you both were all over each other.

Jimin was very annoyed.

This could have been a perfect opportunity for him to get closer to you, but Taehyung had to show up out of nowhere and ruin his plans. Jimin started packing up everything in a rush. You looked at him. “Jimin, what's wrong? Why are you leaving so soon?” He looked up at you annoyed at first but it faded once he looked you in your eyes. “I-I got to go or I’m gonna be late for my next class.” He lied. He got up and grabbed his bag. You pouted at him while getting up from Taehyung’s lap. “Aww, I thought you said your schedule was cleared for another twenty minutes.” He picked up the basket while looking at you. “Sorry, I guess I didn’t look at it well. I’ll see you both later.” He proceeded to walk away but you stopped him. “Jimin, wait!” He turned around to face you. “Yes, y/n?”

You smiled. “Please come to this party on Friday. I’d love to see you there.” Jimin curled his face up a little. “I don’t know, y/n. I haven't been really feeling like going to parties lately.” “Please, please just come. Please come for me.” You looked at him with an almost begging expression. He was tempted. You were practically begging for him, and he likes begging. “Fine, I’ll go, just for you though.” You smiled and hugged him tightly. “Thank you, I can’t wait to see you there! It starts at 10:00 but don’t actually come until like two hours later.” You let go of him and backed up. “Please come Jimin. I would really like to see you there.” Jimin smiled at you. “I’ll consider it, y/n. I have to go, I’ll see you later.”

Jimin walked away grinning like a kid in a candy shop from the pleasure of the feeling of your body on his. It felt too good for only a one time encounter. He needed more. He doesn’t really like parties like he used to. To him, they’re all the same. Same events, same people, same endings, but you just begged for him to go, and he’ll do anything for you. He’ll go to the party. Just for you.

Only for you

<March 23rd, 12:04 am>

Jimin did not want to be at that party. There’s so many other places he’d rather choose than to be there. It lingered with semi sweaty people clinging on to one another - intoxicated by whatever the hell they just consumed, College jocks challenging each other in various drinking games, Horny couples having make-out sessions and dry humping on almost every surface. What was worse for him is that you were one of them.

-

You sat as pretty as ever on Taehyung’s lap grinding down on him as y’all made-out on a couch. His hands were on your hips, guiding your movements, while yours were tangled in his hair. The sight alone made Jimin aroused and annoyed.

He needed a drink.

You broke away from Taehyung’s lips, slightly leaning back. “If we’re not fucking tonight, I don’t want anymore teasing.” He sighed, fingers combing through his hair. “You know I want to try those drinking games, and I know you don’t like drunk sex.” You sighed as you got up from his lap. “I’m going to go find something else to do, you can go and get wasted.” You, on the other hand, couldn’t get wasted because you agreed to be the sober one tonight.

So much for that.

You wandered around the house until you entered the kitchen. It was more crowded than usual. You moved through the cheering crowd to find Jimin doing body shots off of some random girl on the kitchen island. He looked almost shit-faced wasted. You immediately grabbed him by his arm and pulled him away from the kitchen before he ended up in a situation he probably didn’t want to be in by morning. “Come on, I think you had enough, Jimin.” He blinked at you confused a few times before smiling. “Y/n! H-hey!” He slurred. “I was - I was just about to look for you!” He hugged you tightly, placing his hands a little too close to your ass. “Come dance with me!”

“No, you need to get home before you pass out here.”

“Please, I really wanna dance with you.”

He placed one of his hands on your hip and leaned into your neck. “You smell really good.” You gently pushed him away. “You're really drunk, Jimin. I’m taking you home.” Glancing around this so-called party, you spot Taehyung playing a game with a few jocks. He didn’t look drunk and you prayed he knew his limits. You grab Jimin's hand and lead him to a table. “Sit here and don’t move.” Motioning him to sit on a bar chair you found. He obeyed willingly while giving you puppy eyes. You turned to walk away but he grabbed your hand. “Wh-where are you going? Don’t leave me y-y/n!”

This man went from trying to dance with you, to acting like a child from the idea of you leaving him alone.

You smirked

“I’m going to go tell Taehyung that you’re wasted and that I’m taking you home.” He held your hand tighter and pulled you back to him. “H-He doesn’t need to know, pl-please take me home.” He gave you this adorable pout and stared at you. He looked like he was almost begging. For a moment you debated if you should or not. ‘Taehyung will be okay, right?’ - ‘It's not like you're taking some random guy home.’ - ‘It’s just Jimin, his best friend. This is okay. Right?’

Jimin stopped staring at you and started playing with your shirt. The feeling of his hands on your body brought you back to reality. You swatted his hands away. “Stop that. Come on, let's go.” He got up immediately and started pulling you towards the door.

-

Jimin was going really fast for him to be drunk. He walked clumsily out the door, tripping down the stairs. You quickly pulled him by his arms before he hit the ground. “Woah! Slow down, Jimin!” You scolded him, but he just started giggling. “Oh wow! Thank you y/n!”

You came with Taehyung, but Jimin came by himself. You didn’t want to take Taehyung’s car and leave him here - if he could drive, so your only option was to get Jimin's keys. Jimin was fiddling with a bush on the side of the house, supposedly picking flowers from it. He turned around to show you a handful of broken flowers. He smiled while bowing slightly. “These are for you, milady.” You took the flowers and dropped them. “Where's your keys, Jimin?” He watched you drop the flowers before looking into your eyes. “I - don’t know,” He smirked at you. “But you can search me through.” You sighed. “Jimin, I'm not here to play games, where is it?” He started laughing and hugged you. “y/nnn-ah, why don’t you want to touch me? Do you not like touching me? Do you like it when I touch you?” He leaned back to look you in the eyes.

The close eye contact brought tension.

Tension that could lead to something more, a lot more.

Something good.

Before either of you made a move though, Jimin pulled his keys and wallet out one of his back pockets without breaking eye contact. “Here you go.” For a few seconds, you didn’t move, just hypnotized by his eyes. You grab them and help him get to his car.

-

In the car, Jimin kept tampering with things.

The window.

His seatbelt.

The radio.

You

To him it was really hot in the car so he rolled down the window. Then he was cold so he rolled it back up. He did that three times and you scolded him for it. He pouted at you and slouched in his seat.

Then he started complaining that the seatbelt was uncomfortable, and started squirming around. You scolded him again and he gently exhaled this time.

He then said that he didn’t like the song that was playing and started browsing through the radio stations. Your patience was running thin, and he could tell. He leaned back and stared at you.

“You’re really pretty y/n.”

You glance at him. He smirked. “Do you like me?” He asked bluntly. You, not really thinking much of it. “Yeah, you’re pretty cool.” He wasn’t satisfied with that. “Do you think I’m attractive?” Your heart skipped a beat for a second. You tried to suppress a smile. “Yeah, you’re cute.” He kept itching for a better answer. “Am I cute to you? Would you date? Would you fuck me?”

The tension was thick and you both could feel it. At a red light, he put his hand on your thigh, and rubbed it. “You looked really gorgeous tonight, y/n.” He stopped rubbing and moved his hand up higher. “So beautiful.” His hand slowly reached your pussy and he started caressing it over your outfit. Although it wasn’t much, it felt so good. You moaned softly, and he ate it up. “Does Taehyung not pleasure you enough? Has he been neglecting this sweet pussy?” You were already hot and bothered from your grinding and make-out session with Taehyung, that this was easing the aching from your body. A part of you wanted to fuck Jimin, to beg him to pleasure you so fucking good and suck him dry when he cums inside you, but another part of you reminded you of your situation.

Taehyung

You have a boyfriend and you can’t be going around fucking his best friend behind his back.

You moved Jimin’s hand away. “Jimin, stop. I can’t do this with you. I have a boyfriend.” You looked at him and he stared at you with lust filled eyes. You could see the lust drain from them. “Yeah-yeah right, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. I guess I just saw your signals wrong.” You could hear the disappointment in his voice. “Jimin, I’m sorry. I didn’t mea-” He cut you off and shook his head. “No y/n, it's my fault. I should have at least asked if it was ok for me to do that. I’m the one that’s sorry. Could you forgive me?” You smiled and held his hand. “Yeah, of course I can.” He smirked as he looked out the window.

He didn’t do anything else for the rest of the ride. He was quiet.

Very quiet.

Once you arrived at his penthouse, you helped him to the elevator. There were a few people there so you had to stand close to jimin. He lived on one of the higher floors so along the way more people joined. It made the elevator more crowded and you ended up backing up into jimin. He placed his hands on your waist, and rested his head on your shoulder. To anyone else, you two just looked like a beautiful young couple, but really, you were dating his best friend and he was trying to take you away from him.

An elderly woman saw your position and smiled while leaning towards her husband. “I remember when we were just like that. Young and in love. They look so cute together.” Her husband turned to look in the direction of where her eyes were. He saw you both and smiled. “You both look very well together. You should hang on to that for as long as you can, it’s worth it. My wife and I are going on fifty-seven years together.” His comment caused everyone in the elevator to look your way. You felt embarrassed while Jimin felt proud. Everyone agreed except one person. A girl around your age smirked once she saw how close you were to Jimin. Completely unknown to you, she took a picture of you both.

Jimin saw it.

-

When it arrived on his floor, Jimin pulled you out of the elevator quickly, walking slightly clumsily, and guided you to his door. He opened the door and held it for you. “Ladies first.” You side-eye him but entered anyway. While closing the door, he got a glimpse of your ass. “You should stay, it’s really late for you to call for a ride. I can take you back to your dorm tomorrow.” You were barely listening to him as you were admiring his home. “y/n?” You turned around to him. “This place is really nice. It’s cool you own this.” - ‘We could own this together y/n.’ He sighed and approached you. “It’s nothing special, but thank you.” He yawned and stretched a little. “You need to sleep, Jimin. Come on, where’s your bedroom?”

He guided you to his bedroom, and flopped on his bed. “You need to take that off or you're going to feel hot later.” You motioned at his jacket. He lifted his head up. “Can you help me y/n?” You sighed and approached him. He lifted his torso up so you could pull his jacket off. He smirked a little. “Can you help me with my shirt too?” You looked him in his eyes questionably. “Please, my body is really numb, I can barely move it.”

“Fine.”

You put your hands on the hem of his shirt and pulled up. He was ironically cooperative with you and you got the shirt off. You glanced down his chest and was speechless at how ripped he was. He watched you stare at his body. He tried to suppress a smirk. “y/n? Can you help me with my pants too? I can’t sleep in these jeans.” You looked up at his eyes again and he was pouting at you. “Please, they’re really uncomfortable.” You were hesitant but complied. You reached for his button and zipper, slowly undoing them. The feeling of your hand down there had his dick full attention. A slight erection started to show through his jeans. You could see it but you ignored it. You slid his jeans off and he let out a small groan. “Oh-okay, get some sleep. I’m going to sleep on the couch. I’ll see you in the morning.” You proceeded to leave his room but he lifted up all the way. “Wait! Wait, please, can you - can you stay here with me. I don’t want to be alone.” You looked back at him and he had a serious expression.

He wasn’t lying.

“Fine, but don’t try anything slick.”

He smiled and laid back down. “Thank you.” You took off your jacket and sat on the other side of the bed. Jimin was staring at you, semi hoping you’d take something else off. “Are you going to sleep in that? It looks uncomfortable to sleep in.” He eyed down your body. “I’m not going to strip and I don’t have anything else to wear, so yes, I am going to sleep in this.” You laid down beside him but not too close. You both stared at each other before he slowly closed his eyes. He’s asleep. Knowing that, you relax and decide to get some sleep yourself.

You’re asleep

<March 23rd, 7:09am>

Jimin didn’t sleep.

He faked it.

He opened his eyes after what felt like ten minutes to see if you had fallen asleep. Once he was sure you were, he got up slowly and went to his kitchen. He wasn’t drunk, in fact he actually sobered up in the car ride, but he tried to play the part that he still was.

Jimin made a plan that could rule in his favor later. He remembers everything. From the body shots, to him trying to seduce, to the elderly couple, and you deciding to sleep next to him. He wasn’t that drunk to start off with, but he played the part that he was. He knew you thought he was black-out drunk and that he wouldn’t remember anything in the morning. So his plan was to make sure that you still think that. He wasn’t sure what was in those drinks at the party but he was going to make something work so he could have a good enough hangover later.

Jimin grabbed all the alcohol he had in his home and drank enough from all of them. He knew it wasn’t wise to mix alcohol but that was the entire point. He should be throwing all of this up later.

It should work.

It will work.

He’ll make sure of it.

-

Jimin woke up with an agonizing headache. The second he sat up fully he felt extremely nauseous. He immediately got up and went to his bathroom. The vomit felt like acid but the reward for going through this was going to be worth it later.

You woke up from the sound of loud repetitive noises. You looked around with your eyes half closed to find that Jimin is gone and a light is on behind a door. As you woke up more, that sound became more clear. If you had to guess, it sounded like he was vomiting. You got out of bed and knocked on the door. “Hey, Jimin? Are you okay in there? Do you need me for anything?” He heard your voice and smiled. You were actually concerned about him. “It’s not locked, y/n.”

You slowly opened the door and found him sitting on the floor by the toilet. Although he was still in his boxers and was still vomiting, you got down and sat next to him. He put his head on your shoulder and held your hand. You patted his leg. “Do you remember anything from last light? You got really wasted. You looked like you would have passed out anywhere if I didn’t take you home.” You laughed. Jimin smiled but shook his head. “I have no idea what the hell happened last night. My memory is so blurry right now.” He lied but said it truthfully. “You should have seen yourself last night! It was so funny. You know you’re actually really clingy. It’s cute though.” He lifted his head to look at you. “You like clingy people? That’s surprising.” You sighed a little. “I mean I like the aspect of clinginess because it shows that someone really cares about you and wants to be around you all the time. It makes a person feel needed, and I don’t like any clingy person. I like your clinginess.”

-

When Jimin was done, he cleaned himself up and offered to make you or buy you breakfast. At first you kindly declined his offer, saying that you should leave before you become a bother, but after a lot of pleading, he convinced you to let him cook for you. He asked you what you would like to have even though he already knows. You weren't really that picky so told him to surprise you.

Jimin decided to make you a full-course meal. He moved around his kitchen swiftly, gathering all the ingredients he needed. You sat at his island watching him move. “You can sit somewhere else if you want. You don’t have to stay here. Make yourself at home.” He said to you, glancing over his shoulder slightly. “It’s okay, I actually wanted to watch you cook. Actually if you don’t mind, can I help?” You smiled at him. He turned around and smirked at you. “Sure, why not. Come here.”

You help him with mostly the mixtures since he wouldn’t let you near the stove. You got playful and put pancake batter on his nose. He dramatically looked at you. He wasn’t mad, in fact, he actually picked up some and put it on yours. You both tampered with things while giggling together. His apron and some of your outfit was a mess, but it didn’t matter because this felt good. Almost like you both were an actual couple.

Your phone started ringing. You and Jimin’s giggling slowed down as you went to check who was calling. “Oh, hold on Jimin, it's Taehyung.” You wiped off your hands and answered the phone while leaving the kitchen. Jimin didn’t want to eavesdrop on your conversation, but he was awfully curious, so he slowly followed you.

“Hey babe, what’s up?”

“Where are you? You left last night without telling me.”

“I know, I’m sorry. I-”

“I was worried sick about you when you didn’t answer any of my calls.”

“I’m fine, I just fell asleep after I left.”

“Why didn’t you tell me you were leaving? Why did you leave without me?”

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you I was leaving. I took Jimin home, he was really drunk and I didn’t want someone to take advantage of that, so I took him home quickly.”

“Oh. Is he okay?”

“Yes, he’s fine. He just had a bad hangover but he’s okay. How about you? Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m okay. I got drunk and fell asleep on the couch at the frat house.”

He sighed a little.

“I really miss you, y/n. Can I come over to your dorm?”

“Um, I’m not at my dorm. I stayed at Jimin’s place last night.”

“You stayed at his place? You slept there?”

“Yeah, it was too late at night for me to call for a ride, I didn’t want to take his car and leave, and I went to the party with you, so I couldn’t drive back to my dorm myself.”

“What time did you leave? You could have called me to - hey! Wait, no! Shit, I’ll have to call you later. One of those girls that stayed over just puked on the kitchen floor. I love you, bye.”

“I love y-”

The call ended.

-

Jimin was back in the kitchen cooking seconds after Taehyung’s ‘I love you’ was said. By the time you returned, he had a few more things finished. “Oh, you’re back. You can try something if you want. I’m almost done.” You sat back down at the island and picked up a strawberry. “It’s okay, I’ll wait, but I will have this for now.” Jimin watched as you bit down on the strawberry, its juices smearing your lips. You looked so kissable, he tried not to approach you and take you immediately at that moment, having you eat strawberries and kiss him while he fucked you from behind.

He couldn’t feed into his fantasies right now though. It’ll only cause him to have a boner and he didn’t want to make this awkward. He tried not to look at you while you ate more strawberries, because now strawberries were a new found weakness. When he was finished, he set both of your plates up cutely and gave you yours with a smile. “I. Am. Finally. Finished. Tell me what you think.” He sat down next to you and waited for your response. You smiled at him before you ate something. It was very delicious. You practically moaned. He smirked. “So? Do you like it? Is it good?” It took you a while before responding. “Jimin, oh my god, this is amazing. Seriously! Why aren’t you studying to become a chef or something? This tastes like it was made at a five star restaurant.”

Jimin slightly blushed and smiled at your praises. “You’re too good to me, y/n. My mom is a really good cook, and when I was growing up, I would ask to help her in the kitchen. I learned all her secrets and studied all of her tips. My father didn’t like that though. He thought instead of learning how to cook, I should be learning how to manage a business, more so his business, but when he wasn’t around she would bring me back to the kitchen and we’ll cook again and laugh and chat together. She’s an amazing woman.” He said most of that out loud instead of directly to you. You held his hand on the table. He looked at you. “I’m sure she really is. She sounds very kind, I would love to meet her one day.” He smiled. “Maybe I could take you to her soon.” You smiled and nodded.

You stared at each other for a moment. The strong tension from the night before was there again. Jimin looked down at your lips then back to your eyes, and you did the same. You both slowly leaned in. Inches away from each other’s lips, your alarm on your phone began to ring. You sighed and leaned back. “I’m sorry, I have to go. I promised my friend I’ll get something for them around ten. Thank you for this, it was really amazing. I’ll see you later.” You went around his home collecting all of your stuff before you headed to his door. He was standing by it. “Bye, y/n. I’ll talk to you later. Be safe.” He smiled at you. “Aww, come here.” You gave him a hug and opened the door. “Bye, Jimin.” You left and he slowly closed the door. He leaned against it and grinned. He was happy. He was really really happy.

You almost kissed

<March 25th, 9:12pm> <Two Weeks Before>

You felt a connection to Jimin, something that feels so good but yet so wrong. He gave you what Taehyung didn’t. Comfort, reassurance, company. There is one thing that he hasn’t given you though, but going that far, while you’re still in a relationship, would be cheating, and that’s something you didn’t want to do.

Jimin was very charming and really sweet to you. He was very attractive and he gave you obvious signs that he’s into you, but you couldn’t bring it to yourself to break up with Taehyung. You still loved him dearly and you don’t want to do anything to hurt him mentally nor physically. He was still a sweet guy even though he had moments where he could have been better. You still loved him and that’s the problem.

Because Jimin knew that.

-

Jimin had a very tiring day. He couldn’t see you today because he had classes and errands to attend to. All of it was very annoying. He just wanted to see you, to talk to you, to be around you, but his schedule forbade that to happen.

It was too much of a drive to go back to his penthouse, so he decided to go back to his dorm. When he got there, Taehyung was working on his computer at his desk. Jimin tossed a bag by his bed and sat in a chair nearby. “Hey Tae, I haven’t seen you all day. What have you been up to?” Taehyung turned around to greet him. “Hey Jimin. I know you were pretty busy today. I was busy too, you know, with classes and y/n.” He turned back around to the desk. Jimin chuckled as he got his phone out of his bag. “y/n? I thought y’all would have broken up by now.”

Taehyung frowned at his computer and slightly turned his head. “And what makes you think that?” Jimin glanced up at him. “I don’t know, maybe the fact that you're not really showing enough signs that you care about her, or maybe you’re not pleasing her enough, or-” Taehyung laughed loudly. “Why do you care, Jimin? y/n and I are perfectly fine and happy. I show her I care about her everyday and not to be cocky, but I’m pretty sure she’s satisfied with my performances, so whatever this is, drop it.”

Jimin sighed and sat his phone down. “Whatever makes you happy buddy, but I know she’s not happy with you. She kind of feels alone being with you. To be honest, you shou-” Taehyung put his hands over his face in annoyance. “How is my relationship any of your business, Jimin?” He slightly raised his voice at him.

Jimin tried to suppress a smile.

He found this amusing.

“Because she talked to me about it! You’ve been neglecting her and expect her to still run back to you. She’s going to get tired of it eventually.” Taehyung looked at him and frowned. “What the hell do you mean by that?” Jimin leaned back in his chair while picking up his phone again. “I’m just saying, you should treat her better or she’s going to leave you.” Taehyung got up and stormed out the room. His mind was racing with anger, annoyance, and a little insecurity. He thought you were happy with him, that you wanted to be with him through thick and thin, that you were his forever person. You wouldn’t leave him, you loved him and he loved you, but a small voice in his head got the best of him and he started to question.

Would you though?

Part Two

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Pairing: Boyfriend!Kim Taehyung x Fem!Reader, Yandere!Boyfriend’s Best Friend!Park Jimin x Fem!Reader

Summary: You were dating his best friend. He knew that, so why couldn’t he stop trying to make you his?

Genre: yandere, semi college!au, pwp smut, angst, lowkey mafia, maybe a thriller? Semi series

Warnings for this part: yandere, jealousy, manipulation, stalking, naive!taehyung, semi naive!reader, soft dom!jimin, violence, murder, extreme obsession, actually smut this time, unprotected sex, creampies, oral (f receiving), semi breast-play, a desperate horny man for you again, hidden but obvious impreg kink, shower sex, I got carried away with the smut. It’s long, accusations of cheating, once again bold word choices, mentions of smut, dirty talk, slight cum-play, praises with some spice to it, slight dry humping, Jimin is practically worshiping the air you breathe, angst if you even wanna call this that, possibly dub-con but nothing were it’s super concerning, fluff for like a millisecond, like one or two crying scene, a lot of blood mentions, midkey psychotic behavior, you get called out your name once, possibly kidnapping, a few scenes that might be coercion, this shouldn’t be a warning but diverse pro-nouns, slight alcohol consumption.

Word count: 13.1k - Okay wait, hear me out, hear me out.

Listen to: ‘Desperado’ by Rihanna, but ‘I WANNA BE YOUR SLAVE’ by Måneskin might fit better.

Note: Hey… it’s me again. I’m here to fix my commitment issues and finally post part two. I know I probably left y’all disappointed with those little touchy scenes in part one, so I put some smut into this. I’ll also tell you this now, this story is not what you might expect.

Enjoy!

Part One

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. He didn’t think he’d go this far, but it was too late to go back now. He had to have you, no matter what.

<March 29th, 6:13pm>

Taehyung tried to forget what Jimin said to him a few days ago. He felt that Jimin was just saying rude comments just because he had a bad day. Taehyung knew you still loved him and that you would stay with him through thick and thin. You’re his forever person and he’s yours.

He’s yours right?

-

Jimin invited you and Taehyung to join him for some karaoke. He thought it would be fun to try it out with you both. You weren’t doing anything else today so you agreed, while Taehyung was hesitant at first, but he didn’t want you to think he didn’t want to be around you, so he agreed as well.

Jimin took you both to this karaoke room he rented out. It was set up really pretty. It had led hidden in the walls, with neon signs, a decent size tv for the songs, a white couch, and led lit table.

You all sat and browsed through songs for probably at least ten minutes. It was so hard when none of you knew most of the songs. When you all did find something, You took turns singing. You sung a few songs with Taehyung, and Jimin sung a few songs with Taehyung. As hours went by, Taehyung started to get tired, so he took a seat on the couch and started scrolling through his phone.

Jimin looked at you and asked if you wanted to sing with him. You agreed and he started browsing through songs again. He ironically picked a love song and wrapped an arm around you as he sung along. When it was your turn. He turned to you and watched you sing. Slowly, his eyes wandered down your body, admiring you as you paid him no mind.

But Taehyung did.

He saw everything that Jimin did and how you didn’t even consider stopping him. Taehyung felt weird about this, but he ignored it and looked back at his phone.

-

A few more songs and drinks later, Jimin became tired and sat on the couch as well. You were a little drunk and still had energy, so you sung more songs. You eventually came across a song that was more sensual. You decided to play around and sit on Jimin’s lap while you started to singing to him. His attention was immediately on you. His hands were down, but he wanted to touch you so badly.

You adjusted yourself in Jimin's lap and sat exactly where you shouldn’t have. Taehyung looked up when he heard some type of groan from the other end of the couch. Jimin was staring at you while you were too distracted by the screen for the lyrics to fully notice. You both were really close to each other. You turned back to Jimin and leaned a little closer to him. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw that Taehyung was looking at you. You got up immediately and went back to where the tv was. You both looked like you probably would have kissed if you didn’t remember Taehyung wasn’t there. He frowned his eyebrows as his mind couldn’t help but wonder.

Were you cheating on him?

<March 31st, 10:13pm>

Taehyung knew he couldn’t act out of emotion instead of finding a logical explanation. Sure, your activities with Jimin did look suspicious. Sure, with his own eyes, he did see Jimin checking you out and practically eye-fucking you. Sure, you were a little too touchy towards Jimin and you seriously sat on his lap right in front of your boyfriend.

Yes, the signs of ‘something was definitely going on between you both’ were standing right in front of him, but he was too blinded by love to believe you would do something like that to him. You wouldn’t cheat on him. Especially with his best friend.

Not with his best friend.

Taehyung still felt like you were loyal to him, and until he got a confession from either of you, he still wanted to be with you.

-

Today Taehyung decided to visit Jimin at his penthouse. He was bored and didn’t have anything planned, so he called Jimin and asked if he wanted to have some drinks with him. Jimin said he didn’t mind and invited him over. Taehyung arrived around 7:00, and they’ve been hanging out since.

“I never told you to do that, Tae.” Jimin laughed as he sat down on his couch next to Taehyung. “But you never tried to stop me either.” They both recall this memory like it was yesterday.

They were around ten. Spring break had just started for them and they mostly spent it at Taehyung’s house. Taehyung was a lot more mischievous than Jimin around this time. One day Taehyung told Jimin that he wanted to prank his parents by pretending he was stuck on the roof. Jimin didn’t talk him down from it, but also didn’t encourage him either. He just curiously watched from a distance. Taehyung’s prank worked for the most part, but with him getting more playful, he slipped and fell off, and when he landed, he fractured his arm.

“You could have at least told me to not go up there. I could have actually broken my arm.” Taehyung playfully patted Jimin’s arm. “I know, I just wanted to see what would happen. It was worth it.” Jimin laughed and Taehyung shoved him off the couch. “That is so mean, Jimin.” Jimin giggled as he got up. “I’m gonna go take a shower, if you’re still here when I’m done, we can watch a movie or something.” Taehyung nodded and Jimin walked away to his bedroom.

-

While Jimin was away, Taehyung's phone started ringing. He pulled it out of his pocket to check to see who was calling. He exhaled when he saw one of his ex girlfriends names. He ignored it and started to call you instead. She called again. He was getting annoyed now. He ignored it and proceeded to block the number. Exactly when he was about to block her, she called again. He was fully annoyed now. He caved and answered it.

“What!”

“Hey baby. Did you miss me? ‘Cause I really miss you.”

“What the hell do you want?”

She giggled.

“I want you back, silly. I missed the way you’d filled me up and fucked me so good that I couldn’t get out of bed in the morning.”

She let out a small moan.

“You and I both know that I’ll never date or fuck you again. What do you really want?”

She huffed.

“What? You don’t want my pussy anymore? I remember you used to beg just to taste it. You even said it was the best you’ve ever had.”

From the muffled sounds on her end of the call, he could tell she was pleasuring herself.

“It’s still yours if you want it.”

He rolled his eyes and exhaled.

“Your pussy isn’t the best I’ve ever had and it never was. I have a girlfriend and don’t want you. Not now and not ever again. Leave me the hell alone and don’t call me for your own pleasures again.”

He almost hung up the call but he heard her mumble something.

“What?”

“Oh your girlfriend?”

She laughed.

“Since you’re probably on your way to go fuck her soon, you should probably check her loyalty first.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“Aww, you don’t know? This is exactly why you should have never broken up with me. I would have never done this to you.”

He received a message with an image with it. When he opened it, it was a photo of you and Jimin together. His hands were on your waist and his head rested on your shoulder. His body was very close to yours. Your eyes weren't looking at the camera but It was clear that it was you, while Jimin was looking directly at the camera. He almost looked like he was smirking.

“Too bad your little princess isn’t as loyal as you think. So before you go fuck the same slut that’s been fucking your best friend behind your back for who knows how long, you should reconsider my offer and let me come please you.”

He was silent for a few seconds, in complete disbelief of what his eyes were seeing.

“Baby? Hello?”

“I-I gotta go. Don’t call me again.”

“Wait I-”

The call ended.

-

He was so confused. ‘Was this real?’ - ‘No it can’t be. It’s not?’ He didn’t want to believe what was right in front of him. Your body was up against his best friend. His best friend’s hands were on you in not so a friendly manner. There’s a possibility of you sleeping with his best friend.

His best friend.

Taehyung got up quickly and stormed to where Jimin’s room was. He barged in the room, not caring to knock. Jimin was sitting on his bed shirtless while he was drying his hair with a towel. He looked up at him. “Dang, are you okay? Is there something wrong?” Taehyung stared at him from the doorway. He didn’t want to believe that his childhood best friend, the only person he practically trusted with his life, would be so cold and sleep with his girlfriend, someone his best friend knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life. “Tae? You okay?” Taehyung slowly walked up to him and pulled out his phone. He slowly showed Jimin the photo. “Did you-” he took a deep breath. “Did you fuck y/n? Or have you been fucking y/n?”

Jimin tried to suppress a smile. ‘Was this his opportunity?’ - ‘Would Taehyung break up with you over this?’ He had to know. He needed to know. Jimin slowly looked up from Taehyung’s phone to his face. He smirked a little. “Yes, I fucked her after we got off that elevator. To be exact, it was in this bed I’m sitting on.” Jimin cockily patted beside himself.

Taehyung was speechless. He felt so hurt, so sad, so - betrayed. He turned around and immediately left the room. Jimin got up quickly and went after him. “Tae, wait! Let me explain. It’s not her fault. I came onto her first. I just kept flirting with her and she eventually just let me fuc-”

Taehyung turned around quickly and punched Jimin in the face. Jimin let out a small yelp as his head bounced back then came forward as he fell to his knees, grabbed his nose. He moved his hand slightly to see if it was bleeding.

It was bleeding a lot.

Taehyung shook his hand out of pain from the contact. He backed up as he watched Jimin fall to his knees holding his nose. He could see the blood dripping from it. Guilt started itching at him for doing that to his closest friend. He didn’t really mean to, it just happened so fast. Jimin's head was down and his body began to lightly shake. Taehyung couldn’t see his face and assumed he started crying. Taehyung felt bad. Really bad. He proceeded to approach Jimin and help him, but he was reminded of the cause for why he did that when he realized that Jimin was shirtless.

“You betrayed me. I’ve done everything for you, and you go behind my back and betray me. I thought we were best friends. Best friends till death. Best friends don’t do this to each other, Jimin.” He exhaled. “So why did you do this to me?” Taehyung stared down at him, awaiting an answer, but the only thing he got was Jimin’s body shaking more. Taehyung shook his head in disappointment and left Jimin there, alone with his tears and the other half of a now broken friendship.

-

A few seconds after Taehyung left, Jimin carefully lifted his head up.

He was smiling.

He wasn’t crying, in fact, he was actually laughing the entire time.

He gently grabbed the bridge of his nose and attempted to move it. He hissed in pain but he sighed in relief that it wasn’t broken. He started laughing like a mad man. “Shit, that hurted. He has a good arm. No wonder why he plays sports.” Jimin slowly got up and went to go find his med kit. “Oh sweet Taehyungie, you’re too naive to realize that I lied to you, and now-” He smirked as he found it. “You’re probably on your way to break y/n’s heart. But!” He grinned. “That will only cause her to come running to me for comfort.” As he cleaned up the blood on his face, he started chuckling.

“Such a silly boy.”

<March 31st, 11:06pm>

Taehyung left to go find you immediately. Although he did get a confession out of Jimin, he still wanted to hear you say it yourself. Even with Jimin’s confession, a part of him still hoped that you were still loyal.

-

Taehyung called you as soon as he stepped out of Jimin’s home.

“Hey bab-”

“Where are you right now?”

“Oh, I’m at my dorm. Why? What’s wrong?”

He rolled his eyes.

“We need to talk immediately and I’m not discussing this over the phone.”

“I don’t know if I can. I was about to go to my-”

“No. You’re not going anywhere. Do not leave that room at all. I’m on my way. Do you understand?”

You were silent for a few seconds.

“Yeah, I understand. Can you at least tell me what’s going on?”

“I will when I get there. Don’t leave there, y/n. I’m being serious.”

The call ended.

-

When he got there, he practically slammed his car door shut and started walking to your dorm. He was still upset and confused. He wanted you to say it yourself. He needed full confirmation. When he got to your door, he knocked slightly aggressively. You opened it a few seconds later and he walked in without greeting you.

You closed the door and turned to him. “Wow, no hi, no hello babe?” He looked at you. “y/n, do you love me?” You frowned your eyebrows and approached him. “Of course I do, Tae. What made you think otherwise?” You attempted to put your hands on his face, but he frowned and backed up. “No, I want you to be serious with me right now, y/n. Do. You. Love. Me? Or am I just somebody for you to use when you get bored?” You put your hands down and frowned at him. “Tae, what the hell is this? Why are you even asking me this? You know I love you, you shouldn’t be questioning my love for you.”

Taehyung shook his head as he pulled his phone out. He showed you the picture and stared at you. “What is this, y/n? Huh? You're all up on each other and you expect me to still think you care about me?” You looked up at him from his phone. You exhaled and slightly chuckled. “Taehyung, wait. Let me explain-” He shook his head again. He wasn’t in the mood for excuses. “No y/n! You cheated on my with my fucking best friend and expect me to stand here and listen to your excuses. What kind of shit is that?” He practically yelled at you. “There aren’t any fucking excuses because nothing happened! I never cheated on you, especially with Jimin. What the hell is wrong with you?” You yelled back.

He rolled his eyes. “Bullshit, y/n. He fucking told me himself!” You frowned and stepped back a little. You shook your head. “I don’t know what the hell he told you, but we never fucked. In that photo he was drunk, he couldn’t even remember what happened that night!” Taehyung laughed. “Oh but he remembers you taking him home, you letting him fuck you, and you sleeping there? I remember you telling me yourself that you stayed there!” You rolled your eyes. “Are you even listening, Tae? He was fucking drunk! He could have made anything up because he didn’t remember shit. I know this looks bad, believe me, but I’m telling you this myself, I never slept with him.”

It was quiet for a few seconds. Taehyung let out a sigh. “If you supposedly never cheated on me, tell me at least one thing.” He looked you in your eyes. “Have you ever thought about fucking him while you were with me?” You exhaled and slowly put your head down. Taehyung shook his head in disappointment, fighting back his own tears. “We’re done, y/n. Whatever you have of mine, you can keep it, I don’t want it.” He walked past you and to your door. You immediately went after him. “Taehyung, wait, babe, please listen to me.” Your hands were on his arm. He looked at you. “Delete my number, y/n. I don’t want you contacting me.” He opened the door and left without another word. You couldn’t stop him from leaving even if you’d tried. You sat on your bed and put your hands over your face. You felt so broken, so empty. How could this happen? He meant everything to you, and he just broke up with you without properly hearing you out. You slowly lifted your head up when you realized. All of this happened,

Because of Jimin

<April 1st, 12:05am> <One Week Before>

You were furious. How could Jimin do something like this? Why would he tell Taehyung that? His unknown behavior made almost no sense. You drove to his apartment and hoped that he was there.

-

You stormed through the building’s doors and went straight to the elevator. It opened quickly and you stepped inside. As the doors were closing, someone called out to hold it. Although you were annoyed with your own situation, you didn’t want to do that to somebody. You reached a hand out and stopped the elevator from closing. The person that called thanked you as they entered the elevator. Ironically, it was the elderly woman you saw probably two weeks ago. She smiled when she realized it was you. “Hi sweetie! How are you?” You weren’t in the mode for small talk, but you didn’t want to be rude to her. “I’m alright. How are you doing?” You semi smiled at her. “I’m just fine, thank you.”

After a few seconds, she turned to you and gently smiled. “So are you going to go see your boyfriend?” You turned your head to her. “Mmm, something like that.” She slowly nodded and turned back around.

-

Her floor came first, so she told you goodbye and left. When you finally got to Jimin’s floor, you quickly left the elevator and went straight to his door. After banging on a few times, he opened it.

“y/n, hey! What brings you here?” You pushed through his door and stopped in his living room. “What hell is wrong with you, Jimin?” He closed the door as you turned around. “What? What’s wrong?” He turned to face you. “Why the fuck would you tell Taehyung I slept with you?” He slowly walked up to you. “I-I thought that’s what we did that night. Did we not?” You shoved him on his chest. He stubbled back some. “NO! You were drunk and asked me to stay with you!” He walked up to you again and put his hands on your arms. “y/n, i didn’t-” you shoved him again. “He broke up with me over this, Jimin!” Your voice wavered a little. ‘Were you about to cry?’ He smirked a little. “y/n, baby, I’m truly sorry. I didn’t know that didn’t happen and I didn’t know he was going to break up with you. I’m sorry.” You let a tear fall. “He meant everything to me, Jimin. H-How could you do this to me? I loved-” He came back to you and wiped your tears. “Shhh, it’s okay, y/n. Don’t cry. Please don’t cry.” You hugged him tightly and cried more. He rubbed from your head to your back to try and soothe you. “If it’ll make you feel better, I-I-” He took a deep breath. “I love you.” Jimin could feel your body stiffen. He gently pulled your head back, and looked at you in the eyes. “I have loved you for so long, y/n. You mean absolutely everything to me, and I would never, ever, leave you for anything.” You could hear the sincerity in his voice.

He meant it.

You looked down at his lips.

He noticed.

He looked down at yours.

You noticed.

He leaned in.

You leaned in.

When your lips finally touch, it feels like it was long overdue. Jimin groaned into the kiss and placed his hands on your waist. You slightly moaned and placed your hands on his face. The kiss deepened and you pushed your body against his. ‘Did you want this to go further?’ He couldn’t really tell yet, not until one of your hands moved from his face, to slowly down his body, until it reached his growing boner in his sweatpants. He took that as a sign and started guiding you to his bedroom.

Once you were there, you broke the kiss and started stripping. Jimin closed the door and pulled off his sweatpants since he still never putted on a shirt after Taehyung left. By the time he got those off, you were already in your underwear, working on getting your bra off. He walked up to you and helped you. As it fell to the ground, he never looked away from your eyes. You stared at him and he stared at you.

Your hand slowly reached to palm his erection over his boxers, and he softly placed his hands on your breasts and gently started caressing them. You moved your hands back to his face as you kissed him again and he gently pushed you onto the bed. He straddled you, but had your legs on top of his thighs so he could grind into you. The feeling of his cock rubbing against your pussy, even covered by your underwear, felt really good and you moaned into to kiss.

Jimin broke away from your lips and started slowly leaving open mouth kisses down your body. He stopped for a minute to kiss all around your stomach. He loved that area the most. As he continued, instead of directly kissing your heat, he slowly started kissing the inside of both of your thighs. As he kissed them, he slowly licked through the kisses as well. His wet tongue slowly gliding on your skin sent a shiver up your spine and you softly moaned. He looked up at you as his lips got closer to the place you wanted them the most.

First, he kissed you over your panties, practically teasing you, then, he leaned back and slowly pulled them off. Without you really looking, Jimin tossed them by his sweatpants, a souvenir for later. He slowly laid down between your legs and softly left kisses on your mound. You started fondling one of your breasts and squirmed a little as he went lower. He left an open mouth kiss on your clit and started giving it small licks. You moaned to the feeling and he smirked against you. He gently pushed one of his fingers in your entrance and started fingering you while his mouth started lapping at your folds. You subconsciously closed your eyes and reached a hand down to hold his hair as you moaned louder.

Jimin pushed another finger in as he began sucking on your clit. He quickened his pace and your back arched a little. Your moans got louder and his cock got harder. You looked like you were close and he didn’t want you to cum yet. He stopped sucking on your clit and gave it a soft kiss as he got up and pulled his fingers out. You let out a small whine and open your eyes to look at him. His mouth was a little shiny from your arousal and he licked it off. He got off the bed and pulled off his boxers while holding direct eye contact with you.

Jimin smirked when you were the first one to look away as your eyes wandered down his body. Your eyebrows lifted a little when your eyes landed on his cock. It was so pretty. His tip was slightly red from how horny he’d became, and it was leaking a little pre-cum. Jimin crawled back on the bed and kissed you passionately. One of his hands started rubbing your side, while the other rested next to your head.

He lowered his hips and rolled his dick in between your folds. His tip started rubbing against your clit perfectly. You broke the kiss to look down between you both. He looked down as well. The sight and feeling of his cock rubbing on your pussy had you so horny for him. You reached down and lined up his dick to your hole. Jimin looked up at you, without verbally saying it, asked for your permission. You looked him in his eyes and leaned up to kiss him again.

He smiled into the kiss and slowly started pushing in. When his tip was in, you moved your hand and placed it on his back. As he kept going, you both broke away from each other’s lips and let out long awaited moans. Jimin lowered his body and put both of his forearms next to your head as he bottoms out. You were so tight around him, and if he wasn’t careful enough, he would cum immediately.

He placed his head in the crook of your neck and moaned. “F-Fuck baby, you’re so fucking tight.” He gently started rocking his hips. He was filling you up so good. You slowly started running your nails down his back. “Mmmm, fuck. You’re so big.” He lifted his head up and put his forehead against yours as his hips began to move faster. “Yeah? Hm? You can take it right? You’ll be a good girl for me and take my cock?” You moaned louder and nodded while pulling his lips to yours. One of his hands reached down and started rubbing your clit. You broke away from him and rolled your eyes back.

Jimin moved his kisses to your neck before he started sucking hickeys on it. He got up off of you and pulled out for a second. You opened your eyes and pouted until he grabbed both of your legs and held them together as your ankles rested on his shoulders. He slowly pushed back in. Both of your mouths fell open. To you, he felt deeper. To him, you felt tighter.

The feeling was too good and he started to lose himself in it. He started pounding into you a lot faster than before. You both were a lot more vocal from his insane pace. You reached a hand down and started quickly rubbing your clit. Your orgasm was so close, and his perfect rhythm kept edging it. “Shit y/n, your pussy feels so fucking good.” His praise was the last thing you needed before you felt yourself letting go. “F-Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m cumming.” Your body slightly shook as your back arched off the bed some. You clenched around him hard and his grip on your thighs tightened.

You clenching around him felt too fucking good that he knew he wasn’t going to last any longer. He spread your legs and held them to your chest as he started pounding into you harder. His hard movements helped you through your orgasm and gave you some sensitivity from the overstimulation.

Jimin pushed your legs open and laid down on top of you. “y/n baby, I’m gonna cum. Can I cum inside you? Can I fill you up?” He practically moaned into your ear. You could feel his cock slightly twitch inside you. “Please baby. I really need this.” You debated over this at first, but the feeling of his hot kisses on your jaw, and his hands softly caressing your body, had you in a trance. “Mmmm, yeah, please cum inside me. Fill me up baby. Fill me with your cum.” Jimin kissed your neck as his hips began to stutter. “Yeah? You want my cum? Want me to fill up your sweet pussy?” He leaned up and kissed your lips. “You wanna be stuffed with my sperm and bear my child? You want me to fuck a baby into you?”

Barely processing the meaning behind what he was saying, you nodded your head. “Yes-yes, please fuck a baby into me, Jimin. I want your cum.” Seconds after your last word was said, he put his head on your shoulder as his body started shaking a little as he shoved his cock in you as far as it could go, releasing a few deep moans as he came hard inside you. You could feel his cock twitching as he filled you up to the brim with his hot, creamy cum.

You held his body against yours as he calmed down from his high. He slowly started rolling his hips against yours, his cum slowly leaking out from his movements. He leaned up and looked you in the eyes. You smiled and he started giggling. “I don’t think I’ve ever cummed that hard before.” He kissed you and smiled. He looked down between you both as he slowly pulled out. His cum immediately started flooding out. He giggled again. “I really filled you up, huh?” You started giggling and pulled his lips to yours.

-

After you both made out for a few minutes, Jimin pulled you up and brought you to the shower. He helped you clean yourself and gave you some of his clothes to sleep in. You both laid facing each other. He leaned forward and kissed you again as one of his arms rested on your side. You smiled and closed your eyes from the comfort of his touch. He kissed your forehead and cuddled closer to you. As you were dozing off to sleep, you could hear him whisper to you,

“I love you.”

<April 1st, 9:13am>

It was like a dream come true. He couldn’t believe you let him sleep with you. He hoped that he’d pleased you enough to want to stay with him. He hoped that you finally wanted him now. He wanted you - He needed you.

-

When Jimin awoke, he lazily rolled over to your side of the bed, wanting to cuddle up to you and kiss you good morning, but when his body landed, your side of the bed was empty. He immediately opened his eyes and looked around. You were nowhere to be seen. He quickly sat up. ‘Was that all a dream?’ - ‘Did he not get to be with you?’ He laid back down and pouted a little. He lifted his head to the sound of his door opening. You were there with a tray full of different breakfast foods.

“Good morning, sleepyhead. I made you some breakfast! But you should know I’m not a pro chef like you, so you should lower your expectations.” You smiled at him as you sat the tray on his bed. He started giggling. “y/n babe, you do know I’m supposed to be the one to make you breakfast in bed after spending a night together, right?”

You sat down beside him and sighed. “I know that’s usually typical, but I’m the one that came to you and shoved all of my problems on you. I felt bad after I woke up so I wanted to make you breakfast.” He shook his head. “You’re always welcome, y/n, and to be honest, it’s my fault you even came here last night. I said something I thought was true when it wasn’t and I ended up ruining your relationship. I’m sorry.” You held his hand on the bed. “No, Jimin, I don’t blame you. I never told you about anything that happened that night and you waking up to find me in your bed and yourself in underwear, does cause a person to assume that.”

He stared at you. Jimin wanted to kiss you again, but wasn’t sure if you’d want that. Almost like you read his mind, you leaned forward and gave him a peck on the lips. “Before you probably get the desire to want to fuck me again, Can you at least try what I cooked?” He smiled and nodded his head. “Yeah, of course,” he patted beside himself. “As long as you eat this with me.”

You tried some of your breakfast with him and chatted about random stuff you both like. He eventually got up and decided to take a shower. He asked you to join him again and you kindly agreed. It was calm at first, he slowly washed your body down and you did the same for him, but his mind went to other places, and then the next thing you know, your body was against the wall as he was fucking you from behind.

One of his hands held one your wrists behind your back while his other was beautifully abusing your clit as his hips snapped furiously into yours. You were moaning like crazy, begging him for more. Jimin leaned forward and kissed behind your ear. “You like this, baby? Does this feel good?” You closed your eyes as you felt your orgasm approaching. “Yes-yes-yes, just like that-” your mouth fell open in silence for a few seconds. “Imcumming.” You said that so quickly he barely understood what you said. “Cum on me, baby. I wanna feel your juices on my dick.”

He rubbed your clit faster and you lost it. Your legs slightly gave out as your body shook from how hard your orgasm just hit you. You almost collapsed to the ground but his hands went to hold you up by your waist. “Fuck baby, you okay?” He stopped his pace and looked at you. You opened your eyes and nodded. “Do you want me to keep going?” You smirked and nodded again. “Yeah, I wanna feel your cum inside me.” He turned your head to him and kissed you hard. “That’s my good girl.” He started up his pace again while kissing the back of your neck.

When he came, he held your body close and moaned into your back. As he pulled out and watched his cum flow out of you, he wondered if you were on some type of birth control, since he’s certain that he filled you up completely. The thought of you not, had his cock stirring again, but that’s a kink for another day.

Once again, Jimin lathered you in kisses and cleaned you up. He gave you some of his clothes for you to wear until you got back to your dorm. You had classes today and told him you had to go soon. He offered to wash your clothes from last night and bring them to you later. You said you didn’t mind and kissed him goodbye.

-

Jimin felt smug the rest of the day. He actually got to have sex with you, twice to be exact, and in lest than twelve hours. It was so surreal to him that you let him fuck you, and the strong possibility that you might actually like him now. ‘Was all his hard work finally paying off?’ He just hoped you actually wanted to be with him and not leave this as a one night stand type of situation.

Jimin also had classes to go to today, but when he was done, he did wash your clothes like he said he would, but he kept his new souvenir he found last night. It was too good for him to give back just yet. He put them in an empty box he found and hid it in his closet.

He put your other clothes in a cute bag and drove to where your dorm was. He knocked on your door, but it was answered by your dorm mate. Ironically, they were good friends with Jimin. “What a surprise, Jimin. Didn’t expect to see you here.” Jimin smiled. “Nyla! Where have you been! You’ve been gone for weeks! I missed you!” He came close and hugged them tightly. They hugged him back and smiled. “I went to visit my parents. They really missed me so I decided to surprise them.”

Jimin backed up and smiled. “Tell me you brought me something back.” Nyla laughed and shook their head. “No, not this time. I completely forgot.” They said that last part dramatically. Jimin frowned playfully. “You didn’t forget, you just didn’t want to.” Nyla laughed and Jimin pouted. They looked down at his hands. “What is that? Is that for me?” Jimin looked down as well. He completely forgot he had your clothes with him. “Ah, no, no, this is for y/n. It’s a-” He paused for a second. “It’s a gift for her.”

Nyla gave him this smug expression and crossed their arms. “You brought y/n a gift? You? Bringing, y/n? A gift? My roommate y/n? Or?” Jimin started giggling. “Nyla, come on-” Nyla dramatically put their hands up. “I’m just saying, it looks suspicious, but she’s not here right now. I can give it to her when she gets back.” Nyla extended one of their hands out. Jimin decided to give them the bag and gave them a hug goodbye. “Make sure she gets that and don’t snoop through it either.” Nyla teasingly took a peek inside and giggled when Jimin dramatically came back to where they were. “Alright, alright, I won't. I promise.”

They said goodbye to each other and Jimin went back to his car. As he started it, he sat there for a minute. He started smiling as he drove away.

Nyla’s back

<April 2nd>

Nyla,

Nyla was the only person that knew Jimin's true colors. They knew about the things he could and would do if something didn’t go as he planned.

They only knew because they experienced it themself.

-

Nyla decided to finally call Jimin after avoiding all of his phone calls for weeks.

“Nyla!”

“Jimin! Hey, what are you doing today?”

He hummed for a few seconds.

“Not really much, I planned on hanging out with y/n today. Why? what’s up?”

Nyla hummed a little.

“Before you meet up with y/n, meet me at our old favorite diner in like half an hour. Okay?”

“Alright, I’ll see you there.”

“Oh and Jimin?”

He hummed as a response.

“Don’t be late.”

The call ended.

-

Nyla was there early, patiently waiting for him to arrive while sipping on a milkshake. When he got there, he spotted them sitting in a booth in the back. He approached the booth and sat down. Nyla looked up from their phone and hummed. “You were this close to being late.” They dramatically held their index finger and thumb together. Jimin smirked. “I’m not though. So what’s up?” He leaned forward a little on the table. “Do you have another problem?” Nyla felt a shiver run down their spine from the memory being mentioned. They leaned forward as well. “No, but you do. What the hell are you up to?”

Jimin leaned back and smiled. “What do you mean, love?” Nyla was about to respond, but a waitress came up and asked if Jimin wanted anything. He ordered the same milkshake as Nyla and they ordered another one. As the waitress walked away, Nyla leaned on the table again. “You know exactly what I’m talking about. You’re in love with her, aren’t you? I have never seen you in love. No one has ever seen you in love. You and I both know this isn’t good for anyone involved.” Jimin started giggling. “Nyla babe, everything’s fine. Really. I know, this is new to me too, but I promise I’m fine.” He smirked on that last part. Nyla rolled their eyes and leaned back. “Jimin, there is a bandage on your nose. It takes a lot for you to get hurt that easily. What did you do?”

The waitress came back and gave them their milkshakes and left. Jimin looked back at Nyla after thanking the waitress. He sighed. “I came across a small problem, but everything looks fine now. I think I fixed it.” Nyla frowned. “What do you mean you think? You don’t know?” Jimin hummed as he put his head down some. “I had an altercation with someone along the way for me to get this far with y/n. I didn’t cause any harm to them. I just told them the tiny little lie and they believed it.” Nyla stared at him as he drank his milkshake. “It was Taehyung wasn’t it? Her ex boyfriend. Your best friend, right?” Jimin looked up at them for a second and then looked away. “Jimin, this isn’t good. At all. Someone is going to get hurt eventually, and you and I both know it’s not going to be you. I have seen what you could do myself. You had resistance then, but you're in love now, Jimin! If you did that over me not giving you attention, I can’t even imagine what you’d do if you thought someone wanted to take y/n away from you.”

Jimin finished his milkshake and stared at Nyla before smirking. “Nyla darling, I promise everything is fine. Okay?” He grabbed their hand and held it to reassure them, but they knew better. They slowly pulled their hand away. Jimin smiled at them before he got up. “I’ll talk to you later okay?” He reached in his pocket and pulled out enough money to cover their drinks. He proceeded to walk away, but they called out to him. “Hey, Jimin?” He turned his head.

“Be careful, okay?”

<April 3rd>

Everything’s fine, really. He finally achieved what he wanted the most, and now he’s happy. Everything turned out well.

For now at least.

-

You spent the night at Jimin’s penthouse after he took you to a restaurant yesterday, watched a movie with you, and made love to you. You woke up later than you expected and you lazily got out of bed. Jimin wasn’t in there so you just assumed he went out somewhere. You took a shower to mentally and physically prepared yourself for the day. You went to his closet and put on some of Jimin’s comfy clothes. When you wear done, you headed to his bedroom door. As you opened it, you heard voices in the distance. As you got closer, you spotted a man and a woman in the kitchen with Jimin.

You softly sniffed and they all turned their heads to you. Jimin smiled and approached you. “Hi baby! Good morning.” He hugged you and kissed you. He turned around and put an arm around your waist as he faced his visitors. “Mother, Father, this is y/n, my girlfriend. y/n, these are my parents.” His mom smiled beautifully at you while his father just watched. “Hello, you beautiful angel! It’s so nice to finally meet someone that could pick up my baby boy’s heart and make him happy.” She approached you and hugged you tightly. She felt so inviting, so lovely, so comforting. She kinda felt like home. You hugged her back.

His mother wore something very comfy and chic, while his father was in a full suit. When his mother let go of you, his father approached you and extended one of his hands. “It's nice to meet you, young lady.” You shook his hand. His mom then grabbed both of yours excitedly. “Oh! I made you some lunch! Jimin told me how much you loved his cooking, so I hoped you would want to taste mine as well.” She ushered you to sit at the island as she handed you different varieties of food. You tried some from all of them, and they all tasted absolutely amazing. You could obviously see that Jimin wasn’t lying about her being a really good chef.

His mother chatted with you a lot and gave you many beautiful compliments, and even told you a few stories of Jimin when was younger, while Jimin and his father went elsewhere to chat about something they considered more private. When they returned, his father reminded his mother that they needed to leave before they’re late for something important, but his mother didn’t move away from you. She really liked you. His father had to deliberately grab her hand and lead her to the door. She told you many goodbyes before they left.

Jimin closed the door after he waved them goodbye. He sighed. “I hope she wasn’t too much for you. I didn’t think she’d get that excited to meet you.” You were sitting on the couch as he walked up to you. “Oh no, not at all, I really liked her. She’s exactly what you described her to be.” He sat down and kissed you. “I know, she’s really energetic though, but she's really kind.” You leaned to him and kissed him. “So, Girlfriend, huh?” He started to blush. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know what to say and-” you kissed him again. “It’s okay. I like it.” You laid your head on his chest. He smiled as he rubbed your back. “You wanna know something Jimin?” He hummed. “What’s that, love?” You lifted your head up and looked at him.

“She reminds me of you.”

<April 4th>

You finally met his parents. You finally met his mom, and his mom loves you. None of his other girlfriends ever made it that far, mostly because none of his other relationships ever lasted long. He felt so happy about this. Typically, if a partner meets the others parents and their parents like them, then that means that partner’s a keeper, and you were definitely a keeper.

-

Jimin shared his school breaks with you now. Your schedule is more different from his than Taehyung’s were, but Jimin found a way to be around you. Like today, he found any and every way to get to see you before your next class.

He waited patiently for you outside your class. You smiled when you saw him and you walked and hugged him. “Hey baby. I missed you.” He kissed you. “I missed you too, Jimin.” He kissed you again. “I was hoping you would let me spend some time with you before your next class started.” He wrapped an arm around your waist as you both started to walk to an exit. You stop and turned to him. “Are we going to make it back in time? I don’t want to be late.” He smirked cockily. “Depends on how fast you can cum, but we should.” You shoved his arm playfully and giggled. “Jimin! Hush before someone hears you.” He laughed and kissed you. “What? You would need a lot of pleasure to cum the way I love.”

-

Taehyung shared that class with you. He hasn’t spoken to you since that night and neither have you. He watched you leave from a distance and followed you out. He saw and heard your entire interaction with Jimin, and his face curled up from hearing that you have been letting Jimin please you.

Like how he did before.

Taehyung hated the way Jimin had his arm around you. He hated the way Jimin kissed you. He hated the way you laughed at what Jimin said. He just hated seeing you with him. You didn’t even know Jimin before him. Jimin didn’t deserve you. As Taehyung started expressing all this hatred, he realized, for the first time in his life,

He was jealous

<April 5th>

7:15am

You’ve missed your usual daily jog for a few days, with logical reasons, but you wanted to go back now. You didn’t stay at Jimin’s home yesterday. He tried to convince you to stay, but you insisted that you should go back to your dorm. When you got there, Nyla greeted you happily. They told you that they missed you and told Jimin to stop hogging you from them.

You usually woke up earlier than Nyla, but when you got up today, they were gone. It was kind of strange for them to be gone this early. Nyla usually told you everything in advance before they went somewhere so you wouldn’t have to worry about them or for them to come back randomly and disturb you. Nyla never told you if they had any interest in anyone, but as far as you're aware, they didn’t. They didn’t really go to parties, so it couldn’t be a possibility where they fell asleep at one. You couldn’t think of a good enough excuse for why Nyla wasn’t there. You didn’t want to worry too much. They probably just got caught up somewhere and just haven’t told you yet, but something just felt weird about this.

You got out of bed and prepared yourself for your jog. When you arrived at the park, you noticed that it was a little foggy today. You could still see, but it wasn’t clear enough to see really far ahead. Although jogging in foggy weather by yourself was kind of sketchy, you still wanted to continue your routine.

You leaned against a park bench and started your stretches. When you were finished, you looked around at your surroundings. There were a few people there. A woman walking with a stroller, a possible couple jogging together, a person leaning on a tree facing your direction, a few teens chatting together, and a set of parents walking with their children.

You walked to your usual jogging path and started to lightly jog. You weren’t in any rush so a few people passed by you. As each person passed, you glanced behind yourself to see if anyone else was next. Eventually as another person went by, you glanced behind and spotted something strange. There was a figure jogging from a distance. They didn’t look like they were running fast, so you just assumed they weren’t in a rush either. As you turned your head back around, you got this weird feeling in your body and you became a little paranoid.

You decided to go off your usual path to see if they would follow. You kind of felt like you were just being dramatic with this, but you still want to be sure. You took a quick glance behind, and to your surprise, they weren’t there. You sighed in relief and kind of relaxed a little. As you turned your head back forward to find a way out of this path, you heard a branch break behind you. You turned your head around immediately and your heart skipped a few beats.

The figure was there and they was a lot closer than before.

Fear struck you hard and you panic. You started to run.

Fast.

As you ran to get away, you could hear the footsteps behind you speed up as well. They sound really close behind you. Your heart was pounding fast and your mind started to wonder if you couldn’t run fast enough, what would happen to you?

You decided to turn your head around to see where they were. They were now around ten feet behind you. Now that they were closer, you could see them a little better. They had more of a masculine build. They wore all black with a mask over their face. Their hair mostly covered their eyes, but there was something on their face you could see.

There was a bandage on their nose.

You didn’t want to take your eyes off of them. Scared that if you did they would be a lot closer when you turned back around. You mind was so occupied that you didn’t hear someone calling your name in front of you until you slammed into them and you both fell to the ground.

“Holy shit, y/n. Are you okay?” You looked at them immediately as you recognized their voice. “Nyla! Oh my god, someone’s following me!” You turn around and point down the path you just came from, but as you looked around, no one was there. You slowly put your hand down. ‘What the hell?’ -‘Where did they go?’ You turn back to Nyla. “I-I swear someone was following me, Nyla. They-they were so close to me. I-” Nyla pulled you into a hug. “Hey, it’s okay, y/n. I believe you. I’m here now, okay? You’re not alone anymore.”

-

Jimin peeked his head out from around a tree nearby to see if you were still looking his way. He sighed in relief when you weren’t. His eyes slowly went from you to Nyla. He smirked and waved when he realized,

Nyla saw him

<April 6th>

Jimin didn’t mean to scare you like that yesterday, he just got carried away a little. You went back to your dorm, so he couldn’t protect you from his home anymore. He had no choice but to go back to his old habits of watching you. He was surprised to see that you wanted to go for a run. He wasn’t properly dressed for it, but still went with you anyways.

He just felt paranoid that someone would harm you, so yes, he did follow you everywhere. Yes, he did kind of get maybe a little too close to you. Yes, he did hide when you bumped into someone, and to his surprise, it was Nyla.

What were they up to?

-

You stood in front of your mirror in your dorm, trying on various outfits to wear for your date with Jimin tomorrow. He wanted to take you to his favorite restaurant and bought you different dresses to pick from.

You frowned after another failed dress consideration, and reached for the zíper in the back. When you couldn’t get it, you turned to Nyla and pouted at them. “Nyla, please help me.” Nyla looked up from their phone and scanned you up and down. They slightly frowned. “What’s all this for?” They got up and helped you with the zipper. “Oh, I’m trying on different dresses for my date with Jimin tomorrow.” Nyla backed up. “Date? You’re going on a date with him? Where is he taking you after?”

You turn to face them. “Yeah, he wanted to take me on a date at this restaurant he likes, and I don’t know where we’ll go after. Probably back to his place.” You smirked and turned back around. Nyla didn’t smile. “Have you been alone with him before? Have you been intimate with him?” You slowly nodded your head. “Yeah. Why? You sound really concerned.” Nyla turned you to face them. “Has he been showing signs of obsession? Possession?” You shook your head. “No, no, what the hell are you going on about? Jimin is fine. You’re making him sound like he’s crazy.”

Nyla laughed. “y/n, he is crazy! You can’t go on that date with him. It’s not safe.” Nyla turned around and started pacing around the room with their hands on their head. “Nyla, what the hell are you talking about? Why are you telling me this now?” Nyla walked back to you. “He’s dangerous y/n. More than anyone can handle. I'm telling you this now because when I left, you were still running around with Prince Charming. I didn’t know you were going to break up with him and date his fucking best friend.” Nyla grabbed your hands. “He loves you, y/n. That’s what’s dangerous. He’ll do any and everything for you and he’ll do any and everything to keep you. He’s never loved anyone like this before, but he has done things to keep someone's attention on him.”

You pulled your hands out of theirs. “If everything you’re saying is true, what am I supposed to do? Just break up with him? Pretend like I don’t know him?” Nyla shook their head. “No, he wouldn’t take that lightly. You have to leave him and go far, far away. Maybe he won’t look for you if you’re too far away. Your old boy toy has money. Make up with him and ask him to help you. I know he still loves you.”

They’d start packing your belongings. You watch them confused. “What about you, Nyla? Why hasn’t he hurt you yet? Would he hurt you too?” Nyla turned their head to you. “I’ve known him for a few years. How I became stuck with him is a traumatizing story. When he becomes obsessed with someone, it’ll take a lot to get rid of him.” They walked back to you. “You’re the first he’s ever loved like this, but I don’t think you’ll be the last. I can’t leave him yet. Not if It meant I couldn’t save someone else's life from whatever he’ll do to them.”

They hugged you tightly. “y/n, I’m so sorry that you're stuck in this now, but I’m going to try to help you get out. You have to leave tomorrow around midnight before the eighth. Avoid Jimin at all costs. Don’t go to class, don’t answer his phone calls or texts. Avoid all windows and doors. Just hide yourself in a place only you know about. He’s been watching you, so watch your back. When it’s around that time, try to contact Taehyung. I know he still loves you, so I’m certain he’ll help you.” They leaned back to look at you. “If this all fails, I wish you and myself nothing but good luck. I don’t know what could happen, but I know it’s not going to be good.”

Nyla went back to packing your stuff. When they were done, they slid it under your bed. “y/n, please be safe, okay?” You turn to Nyla. “I hope you’re right about all of this, Nyla.” They sighed. “Please don’t forget what I said, y/n.” You looked back at them.

“Always watch your back.”

<April 7th>

Jimin got up early with a beautiful smile on his face. He planned on taking you on a date today, and maybe if he’s lucky, he’ll ask you to take this relationship to another level. More than average.

-

Jimin was preparing himself for your date in half an hour. He put on a nice suit, styled his hair ever so perfectly, and put on a light layer of cologne. He was about to grab his car keys and leave, when he received a text from you.

Sunday 9:22 PM

Y/N: hey babe, I'm not going to be able to go to dinner tonight. Something important came up and I have to be somewhere. I’m sorry. I’ll talk to you later.

You were canceling? You’ve never canceled on him before. What was so important for you to cancel?

Jimin was just about to call you when he heard a hard knock at his door. He frowned a little as walked to open it.

Taehyung was on the other side.

Jimin smirked.

“Taehyung! Wow, it’s nice to see you. Please, come in.” Jimin stepped out of the way so Taehyung could walk in. Jimin slowly closed the door. “So, what brings you here?” Taehyung looked at him. “Where is she? Where’s y/n?”

Jimin tilted his head. “Why? As far as I’m aware, she doesn’t want anything to do with you.” Jimin walked up to him. “Jimin, I wasn’t the problem in that relationship. You were. You think I didn’t notice you tampering with our emotions. You got into our heads and put us against each other.” Jimin smirked. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. You’re the one that broke up with her, not me. It’s not my fault she came running to me for some actual good sex because you and I both know that you couldn’t please her, Tae-” Taehyung slapped Jimin and his head turn to the side. “Watch your fucking mouth. You and I both know you didn’t know shit about how to please a woman before you asked me.” Jimin slowly turned his head back and grinned.

Taehyung looked at him in complete disappointment. “You changed. A lot. It’s like I don’t even recognize you. You're not the kid I met at that Christmas party, and you’re not the kid I spent almost my entire life around. I don’t know you and I don’t want to anymore.” He paused. “I’m taking y/n, and we’re leaving.” Taehyung turned around and started walking down Jimin’s hallway.

Jimin's mind ran wild.

‘Taehyung wanted to take you away from him.’

‘If he’d asked, you would go back to him.’

‘You’re not leaving him.’

‘No one will take you away from him.”

Jimin quickly picked up a knife from his kitchen and went after Taehyung.

Before Taehyung could open Jimin’s bedroom door, Jimin stabbed him in the back and pulled the knife back out. Taehyung let out a gasp and turned around. Jimin couldn’t think straight. He didn’t realize what he was doing. He just did it without thinking anything through. He just knew one thing.

To never let anyone take you away from him.

Jimin took the knife and stabbed it in Taehyung’s throat. He pulled it out and did it again, and again, and again until Taehyung’s body fell to the floor.

-

Jimin was breathing heavily, barely processing what just happened. He dropped the knife and watched as Taehyung took his last breath.

Jimin felt empty

He slowly backed up into a wall and slowly slid down. He sat there for a few minutes before a tear fell.

Then another…

He started crying.

He put his knees up to his chest and lowered his head.

He was crying more now.

“I-I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!”

His voice cracked.

He lifted his head up.

“You were going to take her away from me!”

“I had to do this!”

“She would go back to you if I didn’t!”

He wiped his face with his sleeve. His crying came to a cease as he slowly got up. “She - She would always go back to you.”

His entire demeanor changed.

Jimin approached Taehyung and squatted down near his face. “I’m really sorry for all of this.” He patted Taehyung’s face. “I loved you a lot. You were like a brother I’ve never had. My best friend.” He stood up and backed away. “But you always got whatever you wanted. Everything you wanted. I was so sick of it. You never really had to do anything for yourself. Hell, that college tuition was thrown at you!”

Jimin sighed. “This time..” He looked at Taehyung's face. “This time though, you had something I wanted. Some I would have done anything to have, including getting rid of you.” He smiled brightly. “So thank you for being so naive and refusing to accept the idea of your best friend wanting to be with your girlfriend.” He smirked. “Refusing the idea of your best friend wanting to fuck your girlfriend.”

Chuckling as he squatted back down near him, Jimin ruffled through Taehyung’s hair. “I will say, she’s amazing in bed. So. Fucking. Good. It’s insane!” He looked over Taehyung’s motionless body. He saw that Taehyung was wearing a promise ring you both had during your relationship. Jimin’s face curled up in pure disgust. He snatched the ring off of Taehyung’s hand and slowly slid it on his. “I want to thank you for finding her, for bringing her to me, for being stupid enough to break up with her, and for breaking her heart and having her run to me for comfort, because now..”He paused and tilted his head. “I think she loves me.” He smiled at Taehyung. “So thank you! Truly. Don’t worry, I’ll take real good care of her, I promise.” He interlocked their pinky fingers and put their thumbs together.

-

When Jimin stood back up, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a figure standing down the hallway. He recognized them immediately, after being around them for so long.

Ami

He completely forgot he invited her over. He must have left his door unlocked for her to be standing there right now.

She probably saw everything

She probably knows everything

Jimin smirked.

He turned his head to look down the hallway. “How long have you been there, Ami?” He slowly started walking towards her. “You must be so confused right now. So scared.” Jimin was a foot away from her. She didn’t dare to look him in his eye.

She felt like she couldn’t move.

Her body didn’t react to anything she wanted. She wanted to run away, pretend she didn’t see anything, pretend that someone she held dear to her heart did not just murder his best friend, pretend that nothing ever happened.

She Imagined that she could still see him in the café, could still semi flirt with him and hope that when she’s old enough, he’ll give her a chance.

That dream couldn’t happen anymore.

She saw everything

From Jimin approaching Taehyung.

To him killing him

To him crying.

Even his little conversation with Taehyung.

She saw everything and didn’t have the courage to run away.

“Don’t be scared angel, I’m not going to hurt you.”

He put both of his bloody hands on her cheeks and rubbed them.

She started crying.

“Hey! Hey, don’t cry. Please don’t cry. I’m not going to hurt you, I promise. I just need you to tell me what you know. Okay angel? Tell me what you’ve seen.” He wiped away her falling tears.

She couldn’t stop crying.

She could barely get a sentence out without coughing and hiccuping. He hugged her close to try and calm her down. “Ji-Jimin-” He rubbed her back to soothe her. “Shhh, it’s okay Ami. Everything’s okay.” Her crying slowed down eventually and she relaxed in his arms. “Ami, I promised you I wouldn’t hurt you, but I need you to promise me that you won’t tell a soul about this. Okay?” He pulled her head to look at her.

She slowly nodded her head and sniffed. He frowned. “Say it, Ami. I need to hear you say you’re not.” He sounded very serious and it frightened her a little. “Okay, I promise - I promise I won’t say anything to anyone, but you have to promise me something.” Jimin sighed. “Ami-” “No. you’re going to make a promise to me or I’m going to tell everyone what you’ve done.” Jimin debated over this. He knew he couldn’t hurt her, he couldn’t bring it to himself to do it, and she probably told someone she was going to his house and that would only make this situation even worse, but he didn’t want to be tied down to an empty promise. He didn’t have much of a choice but to just compile.

Jimin sighed as he ran one of his still bloody hands through his hair. “What do you want from me?” She exhaled shakily. “Promise me that when I’m older, you’ll give me a chance. Please.” Jimin frowned a little.

“Ami, I don’t think I should do that. I’m older than you and you’re still-”

“You’re like two years older than me, and my birthday is in a few months. It’s not going to kill you to wait for me, Jim-”

“Fine, I promise I’ll wait for you, okay?”

“Thank you.”

She started walking towards the door and he hurriedly ran after her. “Woah! No. You can’t leave yet. Look at you, you’re covered in blood. You can’t go outside like that.” She looked down at her outfit that was now stained in dried up blood. “Oh. What am I supposed to do now?” He sighed. “Go take a shower and just take some clothes out my closet. Give me your clothes when you’re done.” He turned her in the direction of his bedroom. She had to walk past Taehyung’s body the get there. She was hesitant at first, but decided to go without looking at it.

-

Ami stood under the shower water motionless for a while. She still couldn’t fully process what just happened. She just witnessed a murder and swore she would say anything about it. She started scrubbing her body to get rid of any possible blood that could be on it. She could barely focus. She was so lost, confused and worried that all of this would come back on her later.

‘Could she keep this hidden for so long?’ - ‘Was it worth it over him?’ - ‘Would he even date her?’ So many thoughts went through her head, but soon they faded as her mind found Jimin. He was so perfect to her. She was blinded by her hidden love for him. She won’t tell his secret, and he’ll make sure of it.

When her shower was finished, she browsed through almost everything he had in his closet. This was possibly a once in a lifetime opportunity to get to wear something of Jimin’s that probably smelled like him. She was indecisive at first, wanting to get something valuable to her, but she just ended up wearing a white shirt, a black pair of jogging pants, and one of his hoodies.

She slowly opened his bedroom door and peaked down the hallway. Jimin was monitoring people cleaning up his apartment. Everywhere was spotless.

He wasn’t though.

He had dried up blood on his clothes, his face, and uncovered parts of his body. Ami slowly approached him. “Jimin, who are these people? Did you tell someone?” She whispered in his ear. He smiled and shook his head. “Don’t worry Ami, these people are friends. They’re here to help clean up my mess.” He motioned for her to follow him as he walked to his bedroom.

Ami closed the door behind her. “I don’t understand, they're not going to say anything about the body?” He shook his head. “You see, my father is a very clumsy man. He’s done a lot of bad things in his past, but he has connections, and these connections help him with things that most wouldn’t approve of, and when they’re done, they pretend that nothing ever happened.” He went and picked up her old clothes and put them in a bag. She followed him.

“You just killed your friend. Wouldn’t these connections tell your father about this? Wouldn’t they tell your friend’s family about this?” Jimin walked up to her. “The day my father told me all his secrets, he looked me straight in the eyes and told me he doesn't want to know if I will ever use these connections, and if I did, he didn’t want to know who it was.” He walked to his bathroom. “If I don’t say anything to him, nobody will. Do you understand now?”

He turned his shower on. Ami walked in the bathroom “What are they going to do with his body? Are they just gonna dump it in like a lake? Bury it in the woods? Burn it?” Jimin turned around to her. “Relax, okay. No, they're not going to do that. He was my best friend after all. I’m not going to treat him like a stranger. I told them to keep him from decaying for a few days, then stage it up like he was in a car accident or something else that looks believable for his bruises.”

Ami slowly backed up. “Were you planning all of this?” Jimin smirked. “Ami angel, there’s just some things you wouldn’t be able to understand. Things you shouldn’t understand. You should go home and rest, okay? I’ll see you tomorrow.” With that he closed the bathroom door.

Ami stood in his room for a few minutes, lost in her thoughts. Eventually she came to her senses and left his apartment.

-

Jimin tried to relax in the shower. He let the water slowly wash the blood off of his body. He didn’t feel anything. He couldn’t feel anything. He just killed a part of himself, but earned something he thought was better.

‘Was this worth it?’

‘Were you worth it?’

He smiled.

Yes

Yes, you were worth everything he had to do to have you. Yes, he ruined your old relationship and gave your ex boyfriend trust issues. Yes, he took advantage of one of your most vulnerable moment and persuaded you to sleep with him. No, all of that wasn’t about the sex. He just really wanted to feel you and he couldn’t wait anymore. But you actually started liking him. Doing things on your own without him asking you to. You truly wanted to be around him, to love him, to need him. He never felt happier.

Yes, he did indeed kill your ex boyfriend, his best friend, just for certainty that you wouldn’t leave him and go back to him again.

He just had to be sure.

-

Jimin stepped out of his bathroom with a towel wrapped around himself and another towel he had to dry his hair. As he was walking to his closet, he heard a ping sound nearby. He looked around his room. His phone never made that sound. He stopped when he realized that it came from Taehyung’s phone in his bloodstained pocket. Jimin went back to his jeans and pulled out the phone. He must have picked it up when they were cleaning up his mess. Perks of having Taehyung as his best friend, he knew Taehyung’s password and unlocked his phone.

It was a message from you.

Sunday 11:35 PM

Y/N: Hey, Tae. I know you wanted me to delete your number, but I couldn’t bring it to myself to do it. I know you’re still mad at me, but can we please talk? I really wanna work through this with you.

Jimin became pissed. Why the hell were you texting him? You don’t need Taehyung anymore, you have him. Taehyung’s phone pinged again and Jimin looked at it.

Sunday 11:37 PM

Y/N: If you are willing to talk with me, can we meet under that weeping willow tree where we had our picnic at?

Our picnic? That picnic was for you and Jimin. Not Taehyung. Jimin wanted to rage and throw everything that was close to him, but he calmed down and decided to play along.

Sunday 11:39 PM

Tae: I’ll meet you there in 20.

<April 8th, 12:00am> <Present Day>

Jimin was so confused as to why you wanted to get back together with Taehyung when you have him. He couldn’t understand that. Did you not want him anymore? Was he not good enough for you? You mean everything to him. Was he nothing to you?

-

The Weeping Willow tree that Jimin invited you to almost three weeks ago, was in the middle of a park by the college campus. The same park that he had been following you around for almost a month. The same park where you practically saw him following you.

Jimin slowly parked his car in the park’s parking lot. He looks around as he got out. It was midnight. There shouldn’t be anyone here. He didn’t see your car in the parking lot, so he assumed you walked here. The tree was in the middle of the park so he started walking to it. From a distance he could see you leaning against it. You had your head down, clearly occupied by your phone. He couldn’t think of a good enough excuse for him to be here without you getting suspicious of him.

“y/n? Hey! What are you doing here?” You immediately look up from your phone. You frown at him. “Jimin, what are you doing here?” You look around. “Is Taehyung here?” Jimin ironically look around with you. “Uh, no I haven’t seen him yet. He invited you here too? He told me to meet him here around this time.” He dramatically check his watch.

12:08am.

You look down at his wrist as well. You slowly look from his wrist to his hand. Your heart skipped a beat. Jimin was wearing the promise ring Taehyung got you both during your relationship. ‘Why does he have that?’ Taehyung swore to you that he would never take that off, even after your relationship ended. Jimin shouldn’t have that. Taehyung wouldn’t give that up by his free will.

You look up to his face. “Jimin.” He look up at you. “Why do you have Taehyung’s ring on your hand?” Jimin look away for a few seconds. “Uh, he-” you shook your head. “Have you been lying to me? Do you really know where he’s at?” His heart was beating fast. “Wait, hold on, let me explain-” you start backing up from him. “Have you been using him this whole time? Did you even care about him?” Jimin start stepping towards you. “Yes! Of course I cared about him! Let me explain.” You kept backing up. “Have you been using me too? Did you do all of this just to sleep with me?” He still kept approaching you. “y/n, baby, please-”

“I trusted you, Jimin.”

“Pleas-”

“I even loved you.”

You back up more.

“y/n, please, wait.”

“Stay away from me Jimin. I don’t want to see you again.”

You began to walk away.

Jimin started to panic.

You were leaving him.

You can’t leave him.

You won’t leave him.

He pick up a decent size branch and swing it at you.

Wack!

Your now unconscious body fell to the ground. He drop the branch immediately and follow you to the ground. “No, no, no, no, no.” He felt over your head. You weren’t bleeding and you were still breathing, so there’s still a possibility of you waking up. He got up and start kicking the tree. “FUCK!” He yell as he begin to let all of his anger out on it. “Shit! What is she going to think of me now? Damn it! I fucked up.”

He slowly calms down and look back at you. He turn around and slowly approach your body, shaking his head. “No, I know she’ll still love me. She’ll understand why I had to do all of this.” He carefully pick you up and start walking back to his car. “You know I love you, baby. I’ll do anything for your love,” He kiss the top of your head. “But you’re not leaving me, ever. I won’t let it happen,” He open the door on the passenger side, carefully sit you in and put your seatbelt on. “But if that day does happen,” He closes the door and walk to the driver's side. “Just know,” he got in, put his own seatbelt on and look at you.

“If I can't have you,”

Jimin grab and kiss your hand as he starts the car.

He smile.

“No one can.”

Thank you for reading. I hope you liked this somehow. I sincerely love and appreciate everyone that gave If I Can’t Have You, love. If you have any questions, feel free to let me know and I’ll answer you as soon as I can. Once again, Thank you! <3

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Helping Hand | JJK

Sometimes all you need is a helping hand.

♡ Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (also a teeny bit of Jimin x Reader)

♡ Genre: Roommate AU, Best Friend AU, Best Friends to lovers, Smut, Fluff, Angst???? 

♡ Rated: D for Down Bad 

♡ Warnings: Lotte concert 2019 Jungkook, PTD concert black swan Jimin (yes these are warnings), Y/N needs some dick, jk is also pretty down bad, mentions of past substance abuse, mentions of depression, mentions of character death, very brief and vague mentions of su*cidal thoughts, this fic is heavy and horny please beware, jk a lil bit of a dummy, masturbation, semi public sex(ish), grinding, car sex, cumming in pants, fingering, oral (m + f receiving), overstimulation, protected sex (follow they lead kiddies), gets cute towards the end I promise~ 

♡ Word Count: 23.4k

♡ Summary: A double blind date was your suggestion. Everything about it should make him happy, but this sinking feeling just won’t go away. All he wanted was to get it over with. 

♡ Now Playing…: X by Tinashe, Backseat by Khalid, and Good Days by Sza 

♡ Author’s Note: A story from the vault of the 2020 works I started but never published! This was meant to be posted on Valentine's Day, but life got in the way so I’m just posting it now instead of keeping it for another year. Let’s just pretend 🤡 Happy Valentine’s Day to all the couples out there, and for all my singles, we’ll get ‘em next year 😩✊🏽 Also a big thank you to @kth1 for the graphics and @jessikahathaway for reading over this for me! 

No reposting, modifying. Translating is not allowed unless given explicit permission. Thank you so much :D

Fuck everything.

It was dismal that these were the first words that came to mind as you stepped out of your last class for today. 

To put it frankly, this day has not treated you kindly. 

These feelings of deep anguish were all caused by the simple fact that it was Valentine's Day. Couples everywhere were trapped in a lovestruck trance by the holiday, wanting to do anything and everything to celebrate. You had nothing against it but you were not in the right mental state to handle all of the affection. It made going anywhere unbearable, promotions for the perfect date spots all over campus, posts all over social media about your friends going out with their partners, every corner you turned you couldn’t escape it. 

After your classes, you were tired of it all. It just made the journey back to your little apartment even more exhausting. Lovey-dovey couples holding hands, kissing, being together everywhere you looked had made you so riled up to the point where you were even considering calling your ex, Incheol, to help fill that void. 

Why were you so hot and bothered? Sure all the PDA can get to any single person, especially on Valentine’s Day, but what got you to the point of even considering going so low as to call your ex again just to get some dick? 

It’s just been a long year.

It’s not that you wanted to go this long without sex, but it just ended up that way. After your break up with Incheol you really just weren’t in the mood to look for anyone else. 

When you first started college, you couldn’t really be tied down. You partied and whoever held your attention long enough was yours for the night. Unintentionally, you started a bit of a crusade with different guys around campus because of this. You didn’t want to, but you were just too busy for anything more than a one night stand. It was that way until you met Incheol. He was your first serious boyfriend and it was a nice, satisfactory relationship. You made some really great memories together, even the break up was clean. 

It sounds amazing on paper, but it made it hard to jump back in and start seeing other people. By the time you were even considering going out on dates again, preparing for law school began to take up all your time. 

In turn that left you with no dick for a year.

You swear if you see one more couple stuffing their tongues down each other’s throats, you might actually go insane. Lucky for you, your apartment wasn’t too far from campus, an 8 minute bus ride was all it typically took to get back home. It wasn’t too long before you were busting down the door ready to break something.

“Jungkook!!” You called, a strong sense of agitation in your voice as you kicked off your shoes, knowing you needed your best friend for support. 

You two had been friends since high school. It was when you both got accepted to colleges in the same city, after talking it out a little, you decided it would just be easier to share an apartment when you moved to Seoul. Now it’s been a little over 4 years since you’ve moved in together and became the best friend and roommate dynamic duo. 

You were first greeted with the sight of his shirtless back, the tattoos all along his right arm on full display, his fluffy hair was sticking up in all different directions, telling you he was likely just getting up. 

Jungkook was hunched over the counter eating his cereal, nothing strange, but you were in no condition to see him like that. 

“Jungkook?” You questioned seeing the peculiar state he was in. You hadn’t even seen his face yet and you could already tell he was exhausted. 

“Oh Y/n you’re back…” He sounded so drained. 

“Yeah classes are over for me, you didn’t go today?” You wondered, though the answer was pretty obvious. 

He shook his head and laughed tiredly. “Not after the night I had.” Hearing that all you could do was roll your eyes. You knew exactly what happened last night. 

“And whose fault was that Jungkook, you were the one who had to play and I quote ‘just one more round of cyber hunter,’ which judging by how you look now, wasn’t just one more round.” You recounted. 

See the two of you, though you were best friends, have some things about you that are just polar opposites. Jungkook was creative, you used logic. He liked the cold while you liked it warm. He was neat, you were oftentimes a mess despite your love for cleaning. He liked to procrastinate everything to the last minute, and you always made sure you were never behind schedule. Polar opposites in some cases, but over the years you’ve learned that it can be beneficial at times.

“Do you have to lecture me? I'm still like half asleep, it’s too early for this shit.” He sighed, eating another spoonful of cereal. You were not really in the mood to fight him, you needed someone to rant to anyways. 

You kept your mouth shut as you took a seat at one of your bar stools. “So did you finish?” You finally questioned. 

He nodded slowly. 

“2 minutes before the deadline, I've never felt so stressed in my life.” He chuckled lightly. You almost fell off your barstool. 

When you had asked Jungkook about his project when he was playing cypher hunter instead of working, he would always brush you off and say “It’s not due till before class starts, I have plenty of time~” The fact that he finished 2 minutes before means that he was working until 7:58 this morning. 

“Jungkook what did I tell you–“

“I know, you’re right, but I had things under control until I fell asleep color grading… it set me back like an hour and–” he rubbed his eyes “–and then you–” Jungkook’s eyes widened realizing what he was about to say and stopped himself real quick. 

He must be out of his mind or more exhausted than he thought, thinking about telling you about last night. “I– I uh got distracted…” he simply put, not wanting you to know how complicated his feelings were right now. 

Seeing you in front of him now already had his mind remembering the events of last night.

Jungkook put his spoon back in his bowl with a loud clunk. He only got a mere 4 hours of sleep after pulling an all-nighter, he was beyond tired. You could tell.

“And this Jungkook is why you should stick to the schedule I make.” You pointed to the board on the wall beside you. 

In efforts of organizing your assignments and remembering the countless deadlines you had, you started writing everything down on this whiteboard. You found it extremely helpful and when Jungkook, after seeing you use it when he was hanging out in your room, pondered the idea of doing it for his own work. Well, you took the initiative of buying a bigger whiteboard and sticking it up in the kitchen so you both could use it. 

Jungkook fell into the habit of writing everything down a lot quicker than you thought he would. He said it was helping him out but complained about still coming too close to deadlines that you decided to help him out by giving him advised deadlines in order to combat procrastination. It worked a lot better at first but despite your efforts you still found him in his room rushing to get things done last minute more often than not. 

“I know you’re right, I’m sorry,” he sighed.

Your brows furrowed. “You don’t need to apologize,” you tried to laugh. You were expecting a snarky remark, not an apology. 

“I’m still so out of it I’m sorry, I can’t think straight at all. Anyway, did you need something? You sounded pretty angry when you walked in,” he chuckled weakly. 

You were still a bit worried. “We can talk later if you’re not up for it…” 

Jungkook shook his head. “What’s up?” You eyed him suspiciously but you decided to continue. 

You took a deep breath. 

“I’msofuckinghornyI’msorryIknowthat’stoomuchinformationbutit’sbeensohardgettingthroughthedayandIthinkI’mthisclosetolosingmymind.” You sobbed. 

Jungkook nearly choked on his cereal. 

“You’re— You’re what?!” He coughed, somehow understanding your convoluted sentence. 

“It’s been hell, Jungkook. It’s Valentine’s Day and all the couples on campus have been all over each other and—” you laid your head on the counter. “I’m so lonely.” You whined.

Oh, did he know.  

Jungkook’s been trying his best to tell himself that last night was just a delusion, so tired and out of it that he imagined everything that happened in the wee hours of the morning.

His eyes had been heavy, the lights in his room all off besides his computer screen sitting righting in front of him, sharply illuminating his features. He was barely awake at that point, his eyes glassy, and probably had a concerning red tint to them, but he was determined to work hard to make sure every scene was colored the way he wanted it to be. 

It had been faint at first. His noise canceling headphones drowned out most of the sound, but he swore he could hear the faint buzzing sound coming from the wall in front of his desk. It wasn’t until the moans started that he finally took them off and understood what was happening. 

His face had flushed realizing what he was hearing. You were… 

Oh. 

He told himself it was just out of pure human curiosity that his ears tuned into the sounds next door. Even without the headphones it was faint, but it was just enough that he could hear the little groans, moans, even the way you whined, fuck. It was enough that something scary started to stir inside of him so he quickly put back on his headphones to drown it out. 

Jungkook tried to get back to work, pretending that everything was normal, but even with his headphones on he could hear you. His fingers typed away on his keyboard, his leg bounced restlessly, because the more time passed the tighter his pants seemed to get.

He tried not to think about it but with your moans growing louder, the longer he couldn’t pretend. 

You sounded so pretty. 

It was awful, you were his fucking best friend. He could have easily turned on some music, or actually listened to the contents of the project he was working on, but he never did. The more he listened the harder it was to ignore the quickly developing problem in his pants. He was so fucking hard and you sounded so sexy. 

At some point, lust took control, completely forgoing the morality of the situation, he found himself throwing off his headphones, forgetting about his project, and slipping his hands in his pants. Any sense of self control out the window. 

At first he tried to reason with himself and say he was just trying to ease the ache but as soon as his hand wrapped around the shaft, he was a goner. 

With a hand over his mouth, Jungkook pumped himself hard and fast, your pretty moans on the other side of the wall made it way too hard to try and control himself.

So many thoughts were bouncing around his head. He imagined how you might look on the other side, a toy between your legs, as you tried your best to get yourself to cum. He imagined going over to your room, helping you, fuck would you want that? He knew he could make you feel so good if you just let him. Thoughts of getting the chance, oh he knew you would feel so good around him.

It was disgusting, you were his friend, but the tabooness of the situation turned him on even more. He should have been ashamed. 

He was, but in the moment he didn’t feel it at all. As the sounds of your moans grew relentless, he couldn’t take it anymore. It wasn’t long before his orgasm was hitting him like a freight train, he spilled all over his hand, shirt, and pants. He had never come that hard before and all it took was the sounds of his best friend behind a wall. 

As his breathing slowed, the regret was quick to creep in. 

What the fuck did he do? 

What was the worst though was that little voice that told him it was real, and how much he truthfully enjoyed hearing you. 

He must be down bad too because he crossed some serious boundaries last night… 

Jungkook felt his face heat up at the thought. 

“—and so now I’m like, what should I do?” Jungkook suddenly fazed back into your rambling. 

“Huh?” 

“I was saying what should I do? Here I am single on Valentine’s Day, hornier than I should be admitting… Like Jungkook, it's seriously been a year!” You cried and you didn’t miss when he mumbled “You’re not alone” as he was sipping up the last of the milk in the bowl.

You looked at him wide eyed. “You too? I thought for sure that...”

Jungkook shook his head. “I’ve been trying so hard to get back on track that I… I didn’t want to get distracted.” You slowly nodded, understanding. 

Jungkook had been through a lot this past year to put it lightly.

It started back in your first year. While you were going around enjoying the party scene, hooking up with pretty much anyone you could, Jungkook had managed to get himself a girlfriend soon into the year. 

You remember they were pretty much together all the time. He was hardly at your shared apartment and anytime he was, she was right there with him. Yoona was her name. You were honestly convinced that they would get married someday, the couple seeming to be the perfect pair. They lasted for nearly two years. It was up until one day you came home later than you normally would, to hear the two of them arguing inside. 

You were nosy and a little tipsy, so you began eavesdropping behind the door. You were shocked at the words thrown at each other, and you’re almost sure you heard your name come up in the mix (though you chalk that up to the alcohol). Whatever happened Yoona stormed out leaving you to deal with an upset Jungkook who was on the brink of tears. 

You still blame yourself for convincing him to go over to her place a few weeks later to talk to her. You remembered being surprised by Jungkook being back so soon, but what you remember even more was the slam of his room door only seconds after. It took a good week to get Jungkook out of his room and tell you that he found her with another guy, who was a close classmate and mutual friend apparently. 

Things just kept getting worse. 

It really was the day right after he told you that he got a call from his parents letting him know his uncle, someone who he had been so close to all his life, who had inspired him to pursue a career in the film industry, had been in an accident. You can’t say much from there because that’s pretty much all he told you before he was on the next train back to Busan. He called you a week later after you began blowing up his phone (you were worried) that his uncle had passed and that he needed his space. 

He was gone for about a little over two months. 

It was also around this same time that you started to get involved with Incheol. He was there when the apartment felt so empty and honestly he was the one who really helped ground you and get your priorities straight. It was a match made in heaven.

You were cuddling up with Incheol one day when you heard the knock at the door. You still can’t forget the shock that you felt on the day that Jungkook came back. 

He was back, yes, but the moment he seemingly brushed right past you, paying really no notice to you or Incheol who was looking confused on the couch, was when you realized he still was elsewhere and hurting. 

You tried to be there for him, you really did, but any attempts you had of getting close and talking about any issues failed every time. 

He was distant. 

You blame yourself though for not trying harder and letting Incheol sweep you off your feet the way he did, but it’s like you started seeing less and less of each as the days passed. 

You had no idea about what he was getting up to, where he was most of the time. It really didn’t feel like he came back from Busan. 

Any remnants of your friendship seemed few and far between until nearly halfway through your 2nd semester in your Junior year. You had been getting ready for a date with Incheol later that day when you heard him come back, he was clearly disheveled and honestly looked so stressed. You decided to try once again asking him to talk to you and it was then that all the hardships of the last few months came rushing out. 

He told you everything. 

He told you how hard it was dealing with Yoona and his uncle’s passing at the same time. He told you the only reason he came back was because he missed you so much and that he had missing assignments starting to pile up. Apparently though, even after coming back to Seoul he just couldn’t seem to pull himself back together. 

Jungkook started doing shit he wasn’t proud of. He was partying, carelessly sleeping around, hanging out with people he knew he shouldn’t have, and he said he did things that he wasn’t even comfortable telling you (and he’s normally fine telling you everything). He let you know that he was also so behind in assignments that he had a meeting that day about them suggesting he drop the semester and that he risked getting kicked out of programs he worked his ass off to get into. He even said they were considering to expel him because of his sudden disappearance even after he explained the situation. 

It was that day when things began to take a turn. You assisted Jungkook in talking with his administrators to create a plan and helped him catch up on his assignments to finally get back on track. 

You were there with him through the dark days, trying your best to be by his side. You knew he wasn’t telling you everything that happened while you two were distant, at times he would completely isolate himself and shut you out. 

It was obvious there was more going on. Jungkook would sometimes lock himself in his room and you could just hear the torment that was happening behind that door. Sometimes all you could do was knock occasionally to make sure he was ok. You made him food and would stay by his door to try to let him know you were here for him. Other times he would tell you openly about the depression he was battling and would just want an ear to vent to. He was always vague, but you made sure you were a shoulder he could lean on. You even helped pay for him to get professional help, sensing he needed it, and the fact he wasn’t working at the time.

It was a rocky road, but after some time Jungkook started to convalesce. You started to see the life in Jungkook’s eyes that you didn’t realize you missed so much until one day when you randomly started crying when you both decided to take a break and watch a movie together. 

He was just critiquing the movie as he usually would, but it just made you realize that he was back. 

This whole thing did have some consequences for you though. As you were busy helping Jungkook, you started having less and less time to balance Jungkook, work, school, and a boyfriend. After a while it was decided that you and Incheol were drifting apart and it was best to just end things. 

As much as you knew it was the right decision, it still hurt because you really did care for him. You found yourself in Jungkook’s arms more than once as you cried your eyes out, binge watching your favorite series over and over again. 

Since then though, it really has just been you and Jungkook. You both would sometimes hang out with your other friends, but after everything that happened you just seemed to not be apart too often. 

“Well I guess that means we’re both desperate, am I right?” You chuckled lightly. 

“Too right,” he sighed. 

Silence seemed to come in between you two, but your mind was busy trying to come up with some sort of solution. 

“Wait… I have an idea.” You enthusiastically got up from your bar stool, a habit of needing to stand whenever you were working things out in your brain. Jungkook smiled when he noticed.

“What if we set each other up?” You looked at him but you could tell he was still very much so confused. 

“Listen listen listen. So what if we set each other up with some of our friends, like maybe you have a friend who would be interested in me, and I know I definitely have a friend who likes you. We pick a day to meet up and…” You voice got all sultry, trying to hint at the result of your glorious plan. 

Jungkook didn’t miss the way his heart tightened at your proposition. 

“Like a double date would be perfect. We could have fun and go out together which I think we desperately need. I could meet with one of your friends and you mine. We could hang out together, separate later in the night and, if things go well, we both get laid. Jungkook, I think I really might be a genius.” You bounced around, your eyes trained on him to see what he thought. 

Jungkook was just waiting for that sense of enthusiasm to hit. It was a great idea, but the more he thought about it, the more that tightness in his chest seemed to get worse. Why wasn’t he excited? He should be as happy as you were. 

Maybe it’s just because it’s been awhile? 

Jungkook forced a smile. “I’m down.” 

You smiled. 

“Ok so let's surprise each other. I already have the perfect girl in mind. She’s your type personality wise, she’s really pretty, and I know for a fact she likes you so you can have full confidence in me that you’ll have a great time, ok!” You reassured him. 

“That sounds nice.” Jungkook didn’t mean it, and he didn’t do a good job of hiding it.

“Do you have anyone in mind for me?” You questioned, honestly a little curious.

There’s that weird feeling again…

“Ummmm I think so, I’ll have to check with him though…” Jungkook shyly rubbed the back of his neck. 

He did for a fact have someone in mind. He had no doubt that he’d make time to come and he knows that you’re his type. 

Jungkook shouldn’t be feeling like this at all. He’s helping out his friend and you’re helping him out. And it’s not like he isn’t horny, because if last night proves anything, he definitely needs to get laid. 

He couldn’t seem to pinpoint why he would rather spend an evening with you watching another season of the Great British Baking Show than out at a club for an easy hookup. 

He was never the type to hate parties. Sure he was definitely an introvert and you’re the opposite, but he’s always had a great time going to them secretly whenever you would drag him along. Especially with the circumstances, he should actually be excited for this… 

Definitely something was wrong with him. 

Maybe it’s the lack of sleep? 

“Ok! Let me know as soon as you can so I can start planning~” He couldn’t stop smiling this time at how enthusiastic you get about planning. The look on your face had him feeling all warm inside. 

“Anyway, I have work to do so let me go ahead and get a head start!” You smiled, grabbing your bags. 

“Go get some sleep, I’ll fix dinner later so you don’t have to worry.” Jungkook felt his heart warm, a fluttery feeling spread throughout his body. 

He was undoubtedly the better cook between the two of you. He usually took it upon himself to fix dinner and sometimes even lunch if you were around. It’s not like you were horrible, it’s just the difference was that Jungkook liked to cook, and you did it because you had to. He would know certain spices, recipes, and would always add that ‘love’ to your dishes that had your eyes watering with how good they were. It was because of this that Jungkook took up cooking for the both of you pretty much every night. You would never hesitate though in taking up that duty whenever you were needed. 

“Thank you~” He meant it. He really couldn’t ask for a better roommate. 

And with that you were off to your room. 

Jungkook quickly put his bowl in the sink before scurrying off to his room. 

Only a little bit of light was shining in from the crack he put in his blackout curtains. The dim mood had him both sleepy and confused as hell. 

His mind was busy playing the events of last light over and over again. Your moans were still echoing in his head clear as day. 

This and the discussion he had with you had him realize just how horny he really was. 

It really has been a little over a year since he’s even been touched in that way. 

Maybe that’s why he was thinking about you so much, why last night he wanted to watch you, would have liked even better to help you. He needed someone badly because his best friend should not ever get mixed up in his sexual fantasies no matter how desperate he is. 

This thought had Jungkook quickly shooting a text to Jimin about them hanging out tomorrow. He’s got to make this happen if he’s ever going to get you out of his head. 

That’ll solve everything. He’s sure of it.  

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“That’s your roommate?!” The loud exclamation seemed to reverberate throughout the spacious apartment.

Jungkook tried to shush him. 

“And best friend, yes, yes she is.” 

They had paused the game they were playing together when Jungkook finally brought up the question he came to ask. His hyung was quick to ask for a picture and Jungkook pulled up your latest post on your Insta.  

Jimin looked at the phone and back at Jungkook, absolutely baffled. “Are you sure?” 

Jungkook rolled his eyes.

He sighed, a little confused why that was so hard to believe, and switched to a picture of you two together. It was the day you went out to celebrate finals being over last year. 

Jimin brought the phone way too close to his face tryna see if he saw any signs of editing. “Either this is the greatest prank ever or Jungkook your best friend is…” Jimin did that thing where he rubs his thumb over his nose and a giddy smirk couldn’t seem to leave his face. 

“Double, triple yes to that double date thing.” He quickly agreed.

Jungkook noticed the way his heart seemed to do a tug of war. That weird feeling he’s been having ever since you suggested this plan was back, but he was happy this means that he is closer to the end of this madness. 

While Jungkook was out of it, Jimin already had managed to get your Insta and switched to his phone so he could shamelessly stalk. 

“You guys hang out a lot?” He questioned. 

“Huh?” Jungkook snapped out of it. 

“You’re in most of the pictures she posts.” 

Jungkook smiled at that thought for some reason. “I mean yeah, we live together and we’re best friends.” 

Jimin nodded. 

He managed to scroll all the way down to a photo session you had when you and a friend went back to Busan for a beach trip. Jungkook felt his face warm at the sight of you in your simple black bikini, but his attention went more to Jimin who was enjoying the sight a little too much. 

Jungkook snatched his phone. 

“I’m right here.” Jungkook scoffed. 

“I was just trying to find pictures where you weren’t in them.” 

“But do you have to look at her like that?!” Jungkook didn’t even realize the words that came out of his mouth until Jimin’s face started to morph into something unreadable. 

“Jungkook… Nothing ever happened between you two?” He finally questioned, sensing something suspicious was going on. 

Jungkook shook his head, almost appalled that he even thought that. 

That seemed to connect the dots in Jimin’s mind. “You sure you don’t like her or something?” 

Jungkook felt his face heat up. “N-No-No, why would you even say that?” The accusation made him more flustered than it should. 

“Jungkook I’m not an idiot, you guys spend so much time together so I’m sure you guys get along well, she’s very very pretty, I don’t see a reason why you wouldn’t like her…” To Jimin it honestly seemed more strange if he didn’t like you. 

Jungkook turned toward the window, the city shining bright down below as the sun continued to go down. “We’re just friends.” His voice was static, but the words still affected him for some reason. 

Jimin looked at him questionably “Right... so you’ve never liked her?”

Jungkook turned back to his hyung “No-Well, I mean…” 

He leaned in intrigued. “That’s a yes, now tell me.” 

Jungkook sighed. “I mean… Back in highschool—“  

“HIGHSCHOOL?” Jimin nearly screamed.

Jungkook tried to shush him again. “I told you about how I moved right before my second year?” 

Jimin nodded. 

“Well it was when we were just getting to know each other. I’m pretty quiet so it was a little hard for me to make friends, but she was there and we got close and—“

“You caught feelings?” Jimin finished.

Jungkook nodded hesitantly 

“And how long was this for?” 

“When we moved in together. We had our separate lives so we weren’t as close as we used to be, plus I started dating Yoona around that time so–“

“Wait wait wait wait… so you liked her for 2 years?” 

“More like a year and a few mont–“ 

“Jungkook I don’t care about specifics, that wasn’t just like a little crush that went away, you liked her for a long time.” 

“It was highschool.”

“Highschool my ass, feelings are feelings. Now are you sure you don’t like her, or better yet, those feelings ever even went away in the first place?” 

“Yes I’m sure.” Jungkook noticed the way his voice wavered. He didn’t expect that to come out like that…. it made him seem so unsure of himself. 

“Ok then give me back my phone, I’m Insta stalking your cute friend or should I say my cute date~” 

Jungkook hesitantly handed his hyung’s phone back. 

A weird feeling buried deep somewhere spread throughout his body as he watched his friend oogle you. 

He must be going insane…

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“Wait wait wait, you’re kidding?!” Eun Ae nearly screamed in the middle of the cafe. 

You gave her an ugly stare telling her to be quiet. 

“Sorry, but I never thought I had a chance with your “roommate.”” She sat back in her chair, amazed. 

“What do you mean? You’re totally his type.” You said remembering the girls you’d see Jk hang around when you used to party together. “And what’s with the quotations? You know he’s my best friend.” 

Eun Ae burst out laughing “I thought you guys were together or something if I’m being honest.” 

Your heart did a flip. “Why’d you think that?” 

Eun Ae put down her latte. “I see you guys leave together sometimes and I thought you were dating!” She rolled her eyes at your confused look “I see the way you look at him, I seriously thought you were in love.” 

“I mean of course I like him, he’s my best friend, but nothing more ok.” You chuckled nervously.

“Hmmmmm, if you say so.” She looked like she didn’t believe you but decided not to push the subject anymore. 

“Anyway we should go out and get some things for this weekend.” You smiled liking the idea of that, it really has been a while since you’ve been out. 

“Yeah, I’m free tomorrow if that’s good with you.” You mentioned.

“Yeah that works for me.” She responded by taking a sip of her latte. “By the way, where did you get your necklace? It’s pretty.” 

You looked down at the small heart shaped diamond and smiled. “Jungkook gave me it yesterday so I have no idea, I can ask for you though.” You saw your friend’s eyes widen. 

“He gave that to you? On Valentine's Day?” She looked at you a little funny and it had your cheeks warming up. 

“Yeah…” 

You thought back to it. Jungkook had finally come out of his room later that evening after you told him dinner was ready. You were shocked to find him coming out with a velvet box in hand. 

“It’s nothing too special, just wanted to give you something after all you’ve done for me.” He opened the box to reveal the little Diamond. You had to admit, your heart fluttered at the gesture. 

Eun Ae just laughed. “And you’re sure there’s nothing going on between you two?” 

“Yes.” Looking at it now, it did look pretty romantic. But no, this was Jungkook who gave this to you, he would never see you that way.

“And you’re sure Jungkook doesn’t like you?” Eun Ae asked, putting her hands on the table. 

“Jungkook?” You just laughed. “No, I don’t think he’d ever be into me.” 

“You don’t think? Maybe you’re just an idiot and can’t realize that her best friend is seriously crushing on her?!” Eun Ae practically yelled. 

“Yah!” You tried shushing her, realizing people were starting to look over in your direction. 

“I don’t know Y/n this is pretty suspicious if you ask me. But whatever, I’m still down for the double date. This still just seems like a bad idea but…” She raised her cup.

“To hoping we get lucky~” She smiled and you held your cup as well and clinked it together.

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The weekend came quicker than expected. It was weird, but Jungkook tried to get as excited as you were. He would see you happily bouncing around the apartment, counting down the days, but he wasn’t feeling the same way whatsoever. As the big day finally approached, the more that weird feeling seemed to get worse. He just wasn’t into it as much as you were, part of him wanted to tell you to cancel but he couldn’t ask that seeing how happy you were. 

Instead he just tried to keep his eyes on the prize. Make it through the date, maybe get laid, it’s Sunday. He had no doubt in your pick, he knew this date wouldn’t be an absolute dumpster fire and hard to get through. You wouldn’t do that to him. 

Why did he feel so weird? Maybe it’s just nerves about getting back out there? That became his next excuse he latched on to. It really had been a while. He wasn’t the most social guy so things like this can be a bit nerve racking. 

That had been his mantra. You’re just nervous, you’ll have fun once you get there. Over and over again, he would try to tell himself, but that didn’t make it go away. 

The day still came and he couldn’t escape the sinking feeling he felt as he drove over to Jimin’s apartment. You had decided it would be better if you would arrive separately, making the meeting an even bigger surprise once you all would make it to the club. 

When his hyung made it downstairs, as he was getting in, Jungkook felt the strangest mix of emotions. He was nervous, extremely nervous, and that sinking feeling was there. Why couldn’t he be excited? At the very least this was still the first time he was getting out in a year. The only thing he could think about was you. 

“Ooooo Jeon Jungkook. You clean up nice~” Jimin awed after he got settled into the car. This was also going to be the first time he was going out with Jimin. Jungkook would come over sometimes to mostly hang out at his place, but they never have gone anywhere together. 

Jungkook looked down at his outfit. He was wearing a suit accented with thin sparkly stripes and a simple black button up tucked into his pants. He permed his long hair a few days ago and now it was filled with these loose curls. It was a look for sure. 

Jungkook just laughed. “Y/n did most of this actually…” He cheesed remembering you pretty much took control the minute he questioned what he was going to wear. 

His attention turned back to his hyung who was looking at him strangely. 

“What?” Jungkook questioned. 

“You got that look on your face…” Jimin pointed out. 

“What look?”

“When you said her name, your face got all funny.”

Jungkook looked appalled by the statement. “What are you talking about?!”

“You were like, Y/n did this for me~~~” Jimin said in a mocking tone, exaggerating the smile he noticed. “What’s up with that?”

“Nothing! You’re the one making it a thing… I don’t even sound like that.” Jungkook mumbled, turning away. 

Jimin just looked at him, and then turned away. “I still think this is a bad idea. You obviously like her.”

“…”

“Don’t even try and deny it, I’m not dumb.”

“I don’t.” Jungkook said calmly, but he sure didn’t feel that way. His palms were sweaty and all he could focus on was the way his body reacted when his hyung put so plainly that he liked her. He made it seem so easy, but that couldn’t be it. 

You were his best friend. Any and all feelings were left far back in the past. He couldn’t like you. It was out of the question—

“Alright I’m not fighting you on this anymore. If you don’t want to see it then whatever, I’m enjoying tonight.” Jimin sighed. 

That would be impossible. You were best friends, roommates, nothing more. Yes, he liked you in the past but that was then. You both have gone through life and over time he just didn’t feel the same way for you anymore. You were his best friend—

“Jungkook, are we gonna go? We’re already late…” Jimin finally asked, seeing the way he was just sitting there staring off into space. This finally got his attention and he started the car back up. 

That feeling was just getting worse and worse the closer they got to the club. At this point he really was only going because of you. Everything in his body was telling him to drive back to the apartment and sleep away whatever’s got him feeling this way. Was he sick? Maybe that was it… 

It wasn’t too far away from Jimin’s apartment and so they were pulling into the parking garage before he knew it. Too fast in his opinion. 

It took them a little while to find a parking space, the garage filled to the brim with cars on each level. Jungkook could already tell the club was probably going to be packed today, but it was to be expected a week after the infamous holiday of love. So many new couples, new romances, new flings all celebrating the start of a brand new journey. Love was still in the air here in Itaewon. 

As soon as Jungkook pulled in he noticed the giddy smile on his hyung’s face. In this moment he decided what he was feeling was envy. He wished he had the same excitement.

“You ready?” Jimin playfully slapped his arm. He was beaming.

“Ready as I’ll ever be.” Jungkook’s voice was shallow and monotone. The difference in energy was uncanny. You wouldn’t think they were going to the same place.

“Where are the girls?” Jimin questioned reaching in his back pocket.

“Y/n texted me and she said they were at the front waiting for us…” Jungkook’s attention turned to his hyung who had taken out his wallet, looking through its contents. 

“ID… card… cash…” Jimin mumbled to himself, checking that he had everything. Jungkook was hardly paying any mind, too focused on trying to pep himself up for this date, until his eyes spotted the condom in one of the pockets. 

Jungkook’s grip on the steering wheel tightened. That sinking feeling seemingly exploding to new heights. 

“What’s up with you?” Jimin noticed the way Jungkook sighed and the way he wasn’t even looking at him anymore. 

“Nothing… just hurry up please.” 

“Ooo, is Jungkookie excited for his date?” Jimin tried to tease, but there was no laugh, not even a chuckle from the younger one. This was just getting depressing at this point. 

“Jungkook. Are you sure you’re ok?” Jimin’s tone turned to concern. 

“Yes, I told you I’m fine.”

“It doesn't take rocket science to see that you’re obviously not.” 

“…” 

“What’s wrong?”

“…” 

“Is it Y/n?” 

“I told you it’s not about her!” Jungkook’s voice was a little too high saying that. 

“Then what is it then? You’ve been all mopey since you picked me up.” 

“…” 

“Jungkook…” 

“I don’t know why I feel this way.” It was annoying, he was annoyed at himself. He was already ruining the fun and they haven’t even left the car yet.

“Hey.” Jungkook felt Jimin put his hand on his shoulder. He was surprised to see him look so serious. 

“I know you’ve been through some rough times and this is the first time you’re going out in a while. Do you think it may be that?” Jimin was truly concerned at this point. 

Jungkook sighed and looked out the window. 

“I know I’ve been making jokes about you and Y/n but if this is really about you being out again…” Jimin’s eyes were full of worry as he started rubbing small circles across his back. “Is that what it is?” 

“Maybe,” He was definitely nervous about doing this again, there was no doubt about that. “But don’t worry about me.”

“Are you sure?” 

“Yeah, I just need to get used to being back. I’m pretty sure it’ll go away as soon as we get inside. You just focus on your date with Y/n. She’s been excited to meet you.” He tried to force a smile. 

He noticed his hyung’s giddy smile at the thought. “She has?”

“Yes, now don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine. I’m sure I’ll have a good time.” He was trying to convince himself more than Jimin. 

“Alright, but let us know if it gets to be too much.”

“Hyung…”

“Ok ok ok ok, let’s go! Didn’t you say we were late?” Jimin asked as he opened the car door. Jungkook took a deep breath before doing the same. 

“Yeah we are. We should probably run or Y/n’s never going to forgive me.” And with that the two friends made their way out the garage building and across the street. 

It only took his eyes a second of searching before he spotted you and your friend already in line to get in. Jungkook grabbed Jimin’s hand and pulled him to catch up with the both of you. 

“Y/n!” Jungkook called out and your eyes immediately met with his. You smiled and waved them both over. By the time they made it to you, they were noticeably out of breath. 

“You finally made it…” You sighed in relief. Your eyes trained on Jungkook checking over his outfit, noticing he put on what you picked out. He looked good, well good would be an understatement, but he wasn’t your date tonight. 

Your eyes traveled over to the slightly shorter man who was standing right beside him. You smiled eagerly, silently thanking Jungkook, he knew your taste exactly. 

His black hair was parted right down the middle, his long bangs cascading down his face and framing it perfect. Despite the cool chill of the February air, he wore black pants with a matching blazer held together only by a single button, a shirt underneath nowhere in sight. You even noticed the chain around his neck that continued down his body. If you didn’t know any better you would have sworn Jungkook’s friend was a Greek god or something. 

While you were gawking at Jimin, Jungkook’s eyes were glued to your form. He hadn’t seen you get dressed before you left. You were wearing a simple, tight-fitted, red dress that showed off your curves perfectly. Jungkook could hardly remember the last time he had ever seen you this dressed up. He didn’t try to show it but he was shocked. You looked really good… 

He certainly wasn’t the only one who thought so. 

His eyes went to his hyung to see he was shamelessly checking you out, before happily smiling at you. He was already putting on that natrious Jimin charm. His gaze then went to yours who had that same giddy expression that for some reason made him want to punch a wall. 

“Hi, nice to meet you~ I’m Y/n!” You extended your hand to the handsome stranger and he eagerly grabbed it. 

“I’ve been excited to meet you beautiful~ I’m Jimin~” Jungkook felt his blood run cold at the nickname and the giggle you let out as a result. That wasn’t even funny, why were you laughing so hard? 

Too caught up with his own thoughts, he was a bit shocked when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around and in that moment Jungkook remembered why exactly they were here in the first place. This was a double date. 

“Jungkook!” You came over and put your hand on your friend's shoulders. “Sorry I almost forgot, but this is Eun Ae and she’ll be your beautiful date tonight~” You smiled before returning back to Jimin’s side. 

Just as he knew your taste you also certainly knew what he liked as well. She was absolutely beautiful. Her face was round, the curve of her nose accenting her features, the red tint to her lips lured him in. Her skin was like porcelain, contrasting perfectly with her long black hair and dark eyes that held a sultry gaze that made him shiver. Her body was decorated with a gorgeous short, silver dress wrapped around her curves, the back low hanging down her body, making his simple brain lose it at the slightest piece of exposed skin. She really was just stunning. 

Maybe this really was exactly what he needed. 

He never doubted you when it came to picking his date, but just seeing how on the nose you managed to get it had him feeling all funny inside. You both really knew each other so well. 

“It’s nice to finally meet you. Y/n talks about you a lot.” Her voice was sweet and he liked it. Maybe this won’t be so bad, he could at least try and enjoy himself. But his growing hope dwindled when eyes traveled back over to you and Jimin who had his arm already wrapped around your waist. The two of you were already smiling, laughing, and the more he looked the more he wanted to leave and never come back. 

It wasn’t too long after that the four of you made it inside of the club. As he predicted the place was indeed packed, wall to wall was just a sea of people drinking, dancing, having fun with each other. It brought back a lot of memories. 

The times you would bring him out and you would party together. It feels like so long ago at this point. It was just yesterday you went to your first party as college students. He remembered how he watched you go crazy on the dance floor from the corner of the room. You had pestered him to dance with you, but he was shy and cared way too much what the sunbaes all around thought of him. That didn’t stop you though and he couldn’t stop the smile enveloping his face as he watched you and you watched him, still trying to get him to join you.

Jungkook shook himself out of the memory when he realized he had fallen behind the rest of the group. 

All of you talked and quickly came up with a game plan for the night. You all would eat dinner together real quick, hit the dance floor later, and sometime after that you would split up your double date for some alone time. 

With a little more waiting you all found yourselves in a circular booth, Jimin and Eun Ae got in first with you and Jungkook sitting next to them on the ends. You all ordered soon after.  

“You didn’t want a drink?” Eun Ae asked after the waiter left. Jungkook just shook his head. 

“This idiot thought it’d be a great idea to drive here.” You playfully teased. 

“Yeah I meant to ask you why didn’t we just take an Uber or something?” Jimin questioned. 

“What’s wrong with wanting to drive here?” Jungkook pouted and you instantly realized the reason. 

“Ah I got it. You just wanted to show off your new car, didn’t you?!” You pointed your finger at him and knew the way he started getting all shy that you got it right on the nose. Everyone at the table started to laugh. 

“I worked hard for it…” He tried to interject but everyone was too busy laughing to pay attention. He didn’t fight it though because as always you were right. After working many different part time jobs over the years, doing odd jobs for friends, and saving everything he ever earned, Jungkook was finally able to buy himself a pretty nice car a few weeks ago. A sleek black higher end Hyundai was what he got for the fruits of his labor. 

What’s so bad about wanting to show off a little? 

It wasn't the only reason though. Driving his car gave him an easy excuse to not have to drink. With a history as recent as his, he didn’t want to chance going back into that dark depressive hole that encompassed him for a few months. It’s not like he hasn’t had one since that time, but especially with how odd he’s been feeling these days, it was better not to chance it. 

The last thing he needed anyway was to drink himself into a hole. He didn’t want to do anything stupid in front of everyone. 

The waiter arrived soon with a plate full of brightly colored drinks and Jungkook’s club soda. 

“So Jimin… I guess an easy first question… How do you and Jungkook know each other?” You were honestly curious. 

“College. We were in the same psychology class his first year and we’ve been friends ever since.” Jimin smiled thinking back to the shy kid that came up to him all those years ago.

“Jungkook, you need to tell me about your friends more often.” You reached across the table and hit his hand. How dare he keep this beautiful man from you for almost 4 years? 

“Look what happens…” Jungkook mumbled but there wasn’t any way anyone would be able to hear him with the loud music playing. 

“Tell me about yourself then~” You turned back over to Jimin with doting eyes. Even in the dim light Jungkook could tell his hyung was already flustered. 

Oh no. 

“Uhhh well, I’m Park Jimin. I grew up in Busan just like you both. Um, I went to the same college as Jungkook. I was in the dance department though and—“ 

Jungkook felt a tap to his shoulder. “What about you Jungkook, what do you study?” Eun Ae asked which made his own cheeks flush. It wasn’t for the same reason as his hyung though. 

“Film Production.” He answered back shyly. 

“It was one of my last shows I did before I graduated that I was scouted for the show I’m currently doing.” He watched as you gleamed with excitement. That look on your face was exactly why he was embarrassed. Jimin was accomplished. 

Not even 2 years since he graduated yet and the man’s already made a name for himself in the modern dance world. Jimin landed himself a great gig as soon as he was free from college. It was a big production that was directed by someone Jungkook remembers was enough to get his hyung to squeal when he found out that they wanted him to play the lead role. 

There are billboards around Seoul with him and his dance partner, it was a really big show and he’s seen many of his classmates and many other people on various social medias talk about it. You could even say that it’s gone a little viral— a young, hot, talented lead dancer in this production. People were definitely going to tune in. The one show alone managed to get him enough attention that he doesn’t even need to worry about what happens when production ends. Jimin told him how he already had a long list of coordinators who were wanting to have him in their next show. He was definitely still up and coming but he’s captured the eyes of the people, experts in the field, and best of all, a variety of directors. 

Jimin was accomplished, the most probably out of everyone graduating in his class. A few months ago he was even able to move into this really nice apartment, no roommate needed whatsoever. 

Jimin ended up explaining this to you all and Jungkook felt that sinking feeling continued to grow more and more. He hated seeing that look in your eye or the way you subtly would move a little closer as he kept adding more and more impressive stuff to his list. Jungkook grabbed his cup a little tighter, taking a long swig. 

Maybe he really shouldn’t have driven today, this wasn’t strong enough. 

“Ahhh! I knew you looked familiar!” Eun Ae smiled. “It took me a minute to place your face but a few of my friends have seen your show! I wanna go see it now.” Now even his own date was getting swooned by the amazing Park Jimin. 

How could he compete with that? 

All he had to his name was his Hyundai and student loan debt. He suddenly regretted bringing him here. 

Everyone’s eyes for the most part remained on Jimin even after their food got here. He continued to talk about his life, typical first date topics but Jimin was charming you and he knew that. You had that same stupid look that he remembers you had on your face whenever your ex was at the apartment. 

Jungkook was hardly there to see it but there were moments he remembers coming home to the two of you in the living room, your eyes gleaming as he talked, that weird laugh you would do whenever he’d make a horrible joke, or the way your hands had a habit of resting on his thighs. All he’s come to realize were telltale signs that you were in fact down bad. 

Jimin also had that same dopey look with you. You made sure to engage in any of the stories he would tell, adding your own anecdotes here and there before the conversation changed to be about you. You talked about your journey preparing for law school and Jimin had that same sparkle that you did in his eyes.

This was a match, Jungkook really nailed it with this one.

…

Sometimes Eun Ae would try and spark up a conversation with him, but usually they were all relatively short lived. It wasn’t like it was hard to talk to her, in fact it was quite the opposite. She would try and ask him general first date questions and a nice back and forth would get going. She would laugh and that would make him happy, he would as well sometimes. It was nice. 

But somewhere in the middle his attention would always drift back over to you and Jimin. Eun Ae would notice and the conversation would die out before it hardly began. He hated it. 

By the time everyone finished eating Jungkook wished for nothing more than to go home. The whole time that sinking feeling he’d hoped would go away only seemed to escalate further and further, this double date harder to get through than he could have imagined. He was too sober for this. 

It was you who suggested that you take your party over to the dance floor. Popular songs everyone knew were playing as the four of you made your way to the rainbow colored floor. Couples, friends, and singles all were having a blast moving their bodies to the sounds of the music. 

Your party made it through the thick crowd and managed to wedge yourselves in between everyone. You danced all together for a while, jumping around screaming the lyrics for any of the songs you guys knew. It was the first time Jungkook was fully able to enjoy himself, hoping this was finally the turn around he needed. 

It was that same feeling he used to have whenever you dragged him to parties when you both were in your first year. He missed it so much. Spending time with you and actually enjoying himself at places like this. 

That was until the DJ decided to switch it up. Instead of the fun, hype songs for everyone, the DJ announced that the next set was for all the new couples from Valentines Day. The songs transitioned perfectly, they were a little slower with very clear and obvious sexual undertones. 

Oh no. 

Jungkook watched as you smiled at him and Eun Ae before you decided to wrap your arms around Jimin’s neck. He wasn’t bothered by this at all and placed his hands on your hips. Even in the dim light he could see the flirty exchanges, the longing glances, and subtly touches. 

Taking him out of his dazed stare was Eun Ae grabbing his hand asking to dance with him. He tried to smile and pulled her close, but his mind was elsewhere.  

No… no he wasn’t gonna do this anymore. 

Jungkook turned them around so he couldn’t face you and Jimin and turned his full attention to the beautiful lady who was his date tonight. This seemed to be just what he needed to focus. 

The two of them talked, finally having an ongoing conversation. It was nice, very nice actually. Jungkook liked her, she was funny, pretty, so pretty actually. When the songs changed to slow dance he couldn’t help but pull her even closer. His arms were wrapped tightly her waist, his head buried in her shoulder. Jungkook was already planning the next time they might be able to meet each other. This is really all he needed, alone time, away from the others. He was happy.

But that didn’t last long. 

All it took was one glance over to realize they had turned around. In Jungkook’s peripheral he saw you two… You were just inches away from each other, your faces so close he had to look twice to see if you were… your arms were wrapped tightly around his neck, your fingers gently running through his hair, and Jimin’s grip on your waist had lowered even further to grab at your ass. He saw red.

Jungkook felt sick.

He quickly apologized before running to the bathroom. His heart was practically jumping out his chest, his skin burned with fire. As soon as the door closed he headed straight to the sink to splash some cold water on his face, hoping to soothe whatever this horrible feeling was. 

Jungkook looked at himself in the mirror. He couldn’t even recognize himself anymore. What was wrong with him? Was he actually sick? 

Jungkook thought back to you and Jimin and it took everything in him to not throw something. It was obvious at this point he was upset at the sight but why? He couldn’t even explain it, he should be happy for you?! You were his best friend and you were clearly having a great time. Fuck he hated it. Why him? Why was it Jimin? He couldn’t stand seeing the two of you together. Just the thought of it had him balling up his fist. 

Why was he so angry? Jungkook let out a loud sigh, not even caring who was in here with him. It hurt so much, that sinking feeling making him scrunch up his face tightly hoping he could just stop it. 

How far was tonight going to go for you? Would you smile at him the same way that Jungkook knows lights up a whole room? Would you laugh at all his jokes, no matter if they’re not funny or not? Would you let him make your heart flutter, that feeling of excitement that always comes from a new romance? Jimin was a great guy, of course you probably fell into that trap. Would you let him kiss you? Your hands pulling him close to feel your sweet lips, a heated desire that you couldn’t allow to continue any longer. 

He remembered the condom in his hyung’s wallet. 

Would you let him touch you? Your fervent hands grappling, touching, pulling, needing to feel each other closer than ever. Would you let him make you cum tonight? Your desperate pleas on the verge of release, ready for him to relieve all that pent up tension from the past year. 

Jungkook’s back hit the wall, the thoughts becoming overwhelming. This was his fault. All of this was his fault. If he wasn’t so pitiful last year you wouldn’t even be in this situation, you would probably still be happy with your boyfriend. You wouldn’t need to crave the touch of Jimin. 

But he didn’t want that either. 

Jungkook just wanted to go back to the way things were before. Just you and him. 

At this point he considered leaving right now. How could he go back out there and see you out there with him? He couldn’t. But that wasn’t fair to you and it certainly wasn’t fair to Eun Ae.

Jungkook sluggishly made it back to the main area of the club, instead of going back to the dance floor he just took a seat at the bar, resting his head at the counter. It was probably a second before he felt a tap on his shoulder. It was Eun Ae. 

She smiled at the shocked look on his face and went ahead and took a seat right next to him. It wasn’t long before you and Jimin were making their way over too. Jungkook hardly realized though, too focused on the way your hands were intertwined. 

“I guess this would be a great time to split up?” You smiled at them and Jungkook felt sick all over again. 

Eun Ae nodded. “You guys have fun~ We’ll just be over here.”

“Ok then…” Your gaze turned toward Jungkook. “Treat Eun Ae nice ok~” 

Jungkook tried to smile and he nodded. He really should have just left.

“We’ll be at the other end of the bar, bye guys!” Jimin beamed pointed to the opposite end. Everyone said quick goodbyes before Jimin was leading you off for some alone time. 

He hated this. 

“Sooooo…” Eun Ae started, but Jungkook was hardly listening, his mind swirling with too many thoughts.

He didn’t even notice when she ordered herself a drink or when she tried having a conversation with him. Jungkook would try his best to focus but his eyes would drift over to you and Jimin at the end of the bar.

He felt a tape on his shoulder. It was Eun Ae again. 

“Jungkook.” She sounded annoyed, her arms crossed. She had every right to be mad at him. “Is there something going on?” 

“What are you talking about?” 

“You’ve been looking at Y/n all night.” Eun Ae sounded less annoyed this time, in fact her grimmer turned into a smile. “It really isn’t hard to see that you like her.”

Jungkook felt his blood run cold. 

“Ahhh I should have seen it coming, you guys are so close and a guy like you is never just single.” She sighed, taking a swig of her drink. 

“I don’t like her.” Jungkook tried to say as dryly as he could. His words said one thing but his actions said another as his attention focused on the way Jimin took your hand and started leading you back into the sea of people. 

Eun Ae laughed, it was a hardy laugh like it was the best joke she ever heard. “You’re joking right?” She was wiping her eyes, trying to calm herself down. But Jungkook looked like he was dead serious. 

Her face fell. 

“Do you think I’m dumb?” She playfully hit his arm. “Jungkook, you've been looking at her all night. I don’t mean to brag but…” she gestured over herself “I look amazing tonight yet you haven’t been able to take your eyes off her! I can’t blame you though…” 

“We’re just friends, I’m serious.” Jungkook sounded so dejected. He surely felt that way. 

“Oookkkk, well go over there and confess, change that right now!” She pointed in the direction you left with Jimin. 

“But I can’t! I don’t like her like that, I can’t like her like that! She’s my best friend, that’s it.” Jungkook was a little too emotional in his words. Eun Ae just stared at him, accessing what the issue might be, but she finally realized the problem here. 

“Alright. Ok. Jungkook, you know it’s ok to have feelings for your best friend right? It’s Y/n too, she’s beautiful, funny, smart, you guys are best friends for a reason. Why are you treating it like it’s the worst thing in the world…” 

“I can’t lose her. Feelings make things complicated and the last thing I want to do is make things complicated with her.” Jungkook had no idea why he was spilling his guts right now. “But I really don’t like her like that so that doesn’t even matter…” He tried to save himself but Eun Ae was seeing right through it. 

“I understand these things can be scary. I know you guys have been friends for years now, taking that leap can be difficult. But Jungkook, you can’t keep doing this to yourself. It’s hurting you… at some point there will be a ‘too late.’” 

Too late…

Jungkook couldn’t resist at this point and ordered himself a shot of whiskey. It wasn’t enough whatsoever to get him drunk but he enjoyed the warmth as it went down his throat. He held his face in his hands as the reality of her words was starting to make things obvious. 

Just imagining you and Jimin together made his heart ache so much it made it hard to breathe. As much as he tried to convince himself this was all a product of just being a little too close over the last year, he would actually have to be stupid to realize it wasn’t that. 

But admitting it was a different challenge. Making it an issue he needed to address was terrifying.  

He didn’t say anything. Eun Ae didn’t either but rubbed his back gently. 

The revelation was horrifying. He was jealous, so so fucking jealous. Jimin had everything, but the one thing that was his Jimin had to come and take that too. 

“I don’t… I can’t like her…” 

“I don’t mean to be that person, but Jungkook… turn around.” Eun Ae pointed out. Jungkook turned around and it felt like his whole world ended. 

You and Jimin were in the far distance, even in the dim light he could see your back against one of the pillars in the club, your arms wrapped around Jimin as he kissed you passionately. 

In an instant he felt his heart shatter into two. It was like the end of his perfect world, the lie had come crumbling down and he was facing the consequences. You weren’t his, nothing about this scene was wrong, but the longer he looked the more his heart pounded in his chest. He wanted to scream, he wanted to cry, it was too much. 

Without thinking Jungkook got up to his feet and looked at Eun Ae.

“I’m sorry—“ 

“Go! I’m rooting for you!” She cheered and Jungkook was pushing himself through the crowd. 

He couldn’t think whatsoever, his heart being the one that carried his feet over to the two of you. Furry, anger, sadness, it hurt so bad. He could hardly breathe. Fuck, fuck, fuck, he can’t be too late?!

As he got closer the more he got sick. He could see the way Jimin eagerly ran his hands down your sides, grabbing anything you could, he could see the way your tongues danced around, the more detail the harder it was to look. If he didn’t get there soon he knew his hyung would be dragging you out of a club, inviting you back to his fancy apartment a few blocks away. 

The thought had him speeding up as he made it up the stairs and behind the two of you. He pulled Jimin off of you as quickly as he could, an obvious agitation and roughness to his actions. Immediately Jimin turned around, a little shocked to find Jungkook there, but he could hardly process it before Jungkook was grabbing your wrist. 

“What the–” 

“Sorry, I need to talk to Y/n.” He didn’t elaborate at all and, maybe a little too roughly, started pulling you toward the exit in the back.  

“Jungkook what the hell?” You were clearly mad at him and honestly you have every right to be, but Jungkook didn’t pay any attention and quickly led you to the doors at the back of the building.

He forced them open, the doors parting violently, as he led you down the ramp. Outside was an alleyway, a dim light over the door that would flicker occasionally, it being the only thing lighting up the area. The sounds of the loud music from the club faded as the doors shut behind you, but the violent booms of the bass in the music continued to bleed through the brick walls. No one was out here but the two of you. 

“Jungkook?! Hello?!” You called out and he abruptly let go of your wrist. He started pacing back and forth, seemingly very distressed. “I don’t know if you noticed but I was clearly in the middle of something!” You said even more annoyed that he wasn’t saying anything.   

Silence.

“Did something happen?” You asked a tad bit of concern in your voice this time, but all you got was more silence. 

“Jungkook, talk to me please!” You begged, getting even more frustrated. He just dragged you away from Jimin for seemingly no reason and all you got was silence. You were pissed, you wanted him to say something… anything. 

You didn’t know how the silence seemed to grow even louder. 

You had enough of his games.

“Ok… If that’s how you wanna be then…” You were mad and you made sure he knew that. 

You started heading for the ramp but a hand on your wrist pulled you back, suddenly your back was against the brick wall and Jungkook was closer than you remembered. A lot closer. His grip on your wrist was still tight and you both just stared at each other, your breathing heavy.

Your heart skipped a beat.

Jungkook didn’t give you much time to think about it because before you could process anything his lips were suddenly on yours. He didn’t know what he was doing, he didn’t know why he had brought you out here. You were with Jimin, but he didn’t want to think about that right now. Your lips were so soft and his entire body lit up with a fire he had never experienced in his life. 

This was it, everyone was right. 

The kiss didn’t last very long, he finally came to his senses to realize what he had done. 

Jungkook pulled away slowly, waiting for you to push him away, waiting for you to scream, waiting for that look on your face that told him you’d be moving out the next day, but none of that happened. Jungkook saw the look of surprise on your face for a split second. He searched your eyes for any indication of what you were thinking, but you didn’t give him much time to look because you used your hands to pull his face to yours again. 

Jungkook was shocked but was easily able to melt into it, him bringing a hand up to tilt your head so he could kiss you better. He had never felt like this before, the adrenaline was pumping through his veins making everything even more heightened. Your body, your lips, your hands, oh fuck your hands. They had moved to pull at the long strands that covered his head.  

Jungkook knew at that moment he couldn’t be your friend ever again. He liked this way too much for that to be possible.

You were so good, so beautiful, how had he not seen that before? Why hadn’t he done this before? 

Jungkook used his other hand to rest on your waist and pull your body closer. It just wasn’t enough, nothing was enough at this point, he wanted you so much closer. 

Jungkook sent you further into the wall, needing a better angle. You both got more antsy, fevorant touches all over, your lips hastily moving together, the tension that’s been building for years finally… he’s finally…

Jungkook pushed you even further, the hand on your hip going to your thigh and traveling up your soft skin, pushing your dress further up your leg. He needed you now, the desperation becoming too much at this point. 

Jungkook broke away from your lips to dive straight for your neck, planting hurried kisses along your burning skin. You gasped at the feeling and Jungkook ground into you at the sound. He wanted you to keep making pretty sounds for him. 

He decided to suck a little harder this time and the moan you made had him hurriedly chasing his hips into yours as he moved back to quiet you and himself. 

He could have cried at how much his body was screaming at him to have you.

Jungkook had zero regard for the fact they were still in this alleyway, he didn’t care whatsoever. All he wondered was how soon he could get inside you.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Jungkook’s mind was hazy and the thing he could focus on was how nice your lips felt and how good it felt to rub himself along your thigh like this. You wouldn’t mind right? If he takes you right here and now…

Fuck, your lips, your skin, your body, so good, you were so good, so amazing. Everything happening and he just had to–

Before things progressed any further, both of your attentions turned back to the door that led to the club. A couple, smiling, laughing together, who were likely heading home walked out. You saw the way their smiles dropped when they quickly noticed they were interrupting something. They both tried not to make eye contact as they came down the ramp and headed down the alley. As they passed it was obvious they were talking about the two of you, them hushingly complaining about PDA these days.

Jungkook couldn’t even look at them, knowing what might have happened if they hadn’t interrupted. The awkward encounter didn’t sway him whatsoever though and as the couple made it out the alley, Jungkook turned to face you to see a pained expression on your face. The both of you knew what you wanted.

“Car?” Jungkook rushed out hurriedly and you nodded. You were about to make your dash for the car but you felt his hand pull you back and you looked at him confused. One glance behind you was all you needed to see to notice the very obvious problem that you had made.

Jungkook looked around, his face flushed, a sense of embarrassment clouding over him as he pulled you close. If you didn’t feel it before you certainly could now. It made you even more excited. “Don’t walk too far ahead…” He whispered and you got the picture. 

As quickly as you could you made the dash across the street and up all the stairs to the parking garage. Somewhere in the back of his mind he silently thanked himself for bringing his car with him and laughing at anyone who decided to make fun of him for doing so. There wasn’t any way he was making it back to the apartment like this.

When you finally made it to the car he couldn’t resist and pushed you into the door. He kissed you hard, not being able to stand being away from you any longer. The little bit of extra privacy and desire to feel you made him bolder, quickly snaking his hand up your thigh and grabbing a handful of your ass. 

“Jungkook—“ You whined way too loudly considering where, instantly having him chase his hips into you. He hurriedly picked you up, you wrapped your legs around his waist, as he leaned you against the door. The new angle allowed him to practically fuck you with your clothes on. Jungkook kissed you desperately, touching and grabbing everything he could, as he rutted into you. 

Fuck, he needed you now. 

“Jungkook— I need you so bad please—“ You whispered right in his ear. Your words triggered something primal inside of him. If he didn’t get you both inside soon, he wouldn’t give two shits anymore. He was fucking you on his car.

He felt like a fucking teenager all over again, you were literally right in front of the door. 

Jungkook racked his cloudy brain trying to remember where he put his keys. At the same time, your lips started trailing down his neck. You quickly found a spot that instantly had him moaning for you, a particularly hard thrust assuring you that this was the spot. As soon as you figured it out, you kept going, kissing and sucking, getting such pretty whines to fall from his lips. 

“If you keep doing that shit we’re not gonna make it into the car.” He groaned, so fucking tempted to just take you right now, like this. 

Where the fuck did he put his keys?! 

He haphazardly searched through his memories, trying to pinpoint when he had them last when it suddenly came to him. They were in his suit pocket. It couldn’t come soon enough that he reached his hand into it and just like he remembered, he managed to find the fob. 

He hastily pulled it out and unlocked his car. 

He sat you down and hurriedly opened the door. Jungkook climbed in the back seat and you went right in after, climbing straight onto his lap, and slamming the door behind you. 

Jungkook just stared at you for a second, his mind unable to process the beauty that was in front of him. Oh fuck…

You didn’t give him too much time to admire and pulled him back into a kiss, this angle making it so you could easily grind yourself against him. The friction made the both of you moan out, your bodies brushing against each other in a rush to feel. He wanted so much more. 

You broke away from the kiss and focused your attention on kissing his neck right on that spot, enjoying the soft sighs of pleasure he would let out as his grip on your waist tightened. 

Jungkook was going to lose his mind. He tried to come back enough to pull your dress up back over your ass. His hands were quick to feel, making you groan softly. 

That’s it. Foreplay was nice but it’s been so long and he needed to feel you now, his whole body screaming at him to take it up a notch. He wanted to feel you around him, make you his and his alone.

Jungkook hurriedly tugged at the thin strings of your thong. It took him a moment to remember the fact they were in his car, with how cramped it was back here, it would take you way too long to try and get them down your legs. Instead, he moved his hand and used his finger to gently massage your clothed bud, instantly earning him a gratifying moan from you as a reward. 

You were already so wet for him, the lacy fabric soaked and he could have just died right there. You were enjoying this, you were enjoying his touch… Did you want him as much as he wanted you? Has your body been longing for him, waiting for this day to happen? His mind was fuzzy so he didn’t think about it too hard, but it just made him that much more eager to finally be inside you. 

He got a little braver as he pushed your thong to the side, letting his fingers finally slide through the slickness of your folds. 

“Jung–Jungkook, fuck please…” You begged, throwing your head back in pleasure. Maybe in other instances he would have been more inclined to tease you a little but he couldn’t be bothered with you begging for him like that. All he wanted was to please you. 

Jungkook watched your face intently as he curled a finger into you, the both of you moaning out in the process. His whole body reacted, you were so warm, tight around him, so fucking good. If you felt this good around his finger just imagining you around his…

Jungkook couldn’t help rutting into you at the thought. Just wait till he fucks you… 

He eagerly got to work, a finger in your hole while he used his thumb to rub circles around your clit. It wasn’t his best work since he didn’t have too much room to work with, but that didn’t matter whatsoever. 

He marveled at the pretty sounds you would make, he could even feel your arms shaking as you held onto his shoulder. At this point he added another finger, hoping you could take him soo—

Oh my fucking gosh… In an instant he remembered a very important item he left in his drawer in his room. 

He didn’t bring condoms.

They weren’t at all a top priority in his mind since he really didn’t think he was going to have sex tonight. He was so disheveled about the date there wasn’t any ounce of him that considered he could very well be having sex at any point, but fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. This was the worst possible time he could have forgotten to bring a condom.

Jungkook took out all his sexual frustration of the situation on you, turning it up the notch in making sure he can at least make you cum. He added another finger and his attention focused on your neck till he managed to find the sweet spot that got you to whimper for him. 

You quickly used your hand to cover your month, the only one the tiniest bit aware of the fact that you were getting fingered in a public parking lot. But your efforts to keep quiet didn’t last for too long, Jungkook’s fingers brushing past the spot that made you practically a mess on top of him. 

“There there please!” You tried to whisper but it was no use. Jungkook already knew he found it and you buried yourself in his suit jacket. You were going to scream at this point, your body on fire for a touch you’ve longed for for over a year. 

“I wanna hear you…” He said it so softly you barely caught it with the way your mind was spinning. 

“Fuck— but we’re in public,” you ended up moaning out. You were gonna cum soon at this rate.

Jungkook quickened up the pace of his fingers sliding in and out of your soaking pussy, this angle making it so he hit that spot over and over and— Your back arched instinctively and a moan you just couldn’t contain escaped your lips. He wasn’t going to let you be quiet. 

A fire seemed to burn brighter and brighter inside you, your whole body tingling and ready. You were so close. 

“Fuck fuck fuck, Jungkook please I’m so close!” You cried, throwing your head back. You didn’t care at all who heard you anymore, all you wanted was that sweet release. 

Jungkook’s breathing became heavier as he watched you fall apart on his fingers. The feeling of your warm walls soaking his fingers and the beautiful moans you would let out had him spiraling out of control quicker and quicker. He wanted to fuck you so bad. 

“Please—“ Your moans got louder. You were close and he knew that. Fuck, fuck, fuck, you were so close. His grip on your hips tightened and his hips hastily came up to meet nothing. Why did he have to forget condoms? He was moaning along with you. Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck, fuc—

It will forever be ingrained into his memory, the time you came all over his fingers in the parking garage in front of the club. Every single detail. The way you looked him right in his eyes, that look as he saw you reached that sweet release, your moans stopping, the moment so overwhelming you couldn’t even scream. The feeling of the way your walls tightened around his fingers, soaked beyond belief at this point. The way his heart swelled because you were so fucking pretty like this. What made this even more memorable was the result. 

Right in that moment he felt it too, hitting him like a freight train, his whole body shook as he felt that sweet release right along with you. 

You both stared at each other, trying your best to come down from that high feeling. Your breathing was heavy but your body buzzed with excitement, you wanted to feel him, no, needed to feel him at this point. 

You were about to reach down to grab at his belt but your attention focused on the way he hurriedly looked down between the two and back up at you with panicked eyes. 

Confused, you looked down and you saw the issue. The only lights in the car were the little ones bleeding in from the neon signs outside, but the angle was just right for you to see the wet stain that painted his pants. 

“I’m sorry! Fuck, I’m so sorry.” It was clear he was embarrassed, you were almost sure in the darkness you could see his cheeks turning a brighter shade of red by the second. 

You couldn’t help but giggle. 

“Don’t laugh!” He cried, getting more and more flustered. 

“You’re so cute! No need to be embarrassed~” You tried to reassure, but you weren’t really helping. 

“I don’t even know what happened…” Jungkook was in disbelief. This has never happened before and of course of all times it did it had to be with you, the girl he wanted to impress the most. 

“Don’t worry about it, I’m serious Jungkook…”

“I know we couldn’t go all the way but fuck I just had to—“ He was ranting but you quickly interrupted, wondering what he meant by that. 

“I forgot condoms…” He sighed, hating to admit the fact but was still shocked when he felt the light slap on his shoulder.

“How could you forget condoms? We literally went on dates today, it’s a date Jungkook, you always bring condoms on dates.” You were flabbergasted by this fact. You knew you should have helped him pack for the date as well. 

The mention of the fact that you both were in fact still on dates with other people had an awkward tension arising and words that needed to be said became even more obvious. 

You were about to say something but Jungkook shushed you. 

“Not here, while I’m like this…” You knew what he was referring to so you just shut yourself up and moved off top of him. Jungkook’s eyes hung onto your form, a worried expression on your face, before he was pushing out the car door and getting out. 

Jungkook tried to hurry and get to the door in front, as it was extremely obvious the minute he stepped out what the two of you were doing in his car. The stain on his dark gray suit was a dead giveaway, but your lipstick was smeared all over his face and neck, and you could even see faint marks of hickeys.

You resisted the urge to laugh as he struggled to get the door open. You were quick to follow him and got in on the passengers side. 

“Uh— we should probably text Jimin and Eun Ae letting them know we’re leaving.” Jungkook pointed out and you felt horrible realizing you already forgot about them. You were actually terrible. 

You and Jungkook sent quick texts to the friends you brought along and Jungkook was pulling out of the parking garage on the way back to your apartment.

Not a word was said to each other on the way over, the silence loud enough to leave your mind spiraling. What the actual fuck did you just do? 

When you both made it back, you both still didn’t talk then, Jungkook immediately headed to the shower before you could even attempt to bring it up. Your mind was flooded and you ended up turning to what takes your mind off stress best and that’s cleaning, more specifically you decided now would be the perfect time to do laundry. 

You just had sex with your best friend. You had sex with Jungkook?! Jeon motherfucking Jungkook. Your best friend. 

You just crossed a line you knew you were never going to be able to come back from. That platonic barrier you tried your best to hide behind was gone and there was nothing you could do about it. 

The fact you both haven’t even talked about what happened made you even more worried. Did he like you? Were you a desperate attempt at a quick fuck? Were you about to lose your best friend? Your mind was so clouded as you loaded clothes into the dryer, you didn’t notice when Jungkook came up right behind you.

“Hello?” Jungkook asked and you nearly screamed. Your body reacted on its own and you turned around to start swinging, or rather more so waving your arms around hoping it’d do something. 

“Hey wait—“ He tried to say but you didn’t even process the fact it was just Jungkook until one of your swings actually did a little damage, a firm slap right across his chest was enough for him to cry out and you finally opened your eyes to see your friend right behind you. 

“Oops” You mumbled already feeling that guilt start to creep up. But Jungkook didn’t look mad whatsoever, if anything he looked amused. He thought you were absolutely adorable. 

Instead of saying anything about it though, he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into a hug, resting his head on your shoulder. “It’s me stupid…” He mumbled into your skin.

You couldn’t help but melt into his embrace, that fluttery feeling spreading all throughout your body. He was so warm and you enjoyed the sweet scents of his body wash. “You should have said something sooner..” You pointed out. 

“I did, I kept calling your name but you didn’t hear me.” He retorted and it just made you feel worse. 

Silence passed for a little while before you finally muttered “I’m sorry…” Jungkook didn’t say anything but pulled you tighter against him. 

“What are you doing by the way?” He finally asked and let you go. You got back to working on getting the clothes in the dryer. 

“Laundry, you know when I get stressed I start doing chores…” You muttered. 

“I know that, but why are you so stressed?” He chuckled and you quickly turned around to face him again. 

“Because you’re my best friend and you know what we just did in the back of your car! We just crossed a whole lot of lines and I’m confused—“ You were stern but your eyes couldn’t help but take in his appearance. His long hair was damp and still curly, a white shirt hung loosely around his frame and he had on those strange, bright blue shorts underneath. 

He was absolutely breathtaking.

Jungkook sighed but leaned forward so his hands were back on the washer, caging you in. He was so close. 

“I’m an idiot, I'm sorry…” He sighed as his eyes focused right on yours. You were intrigued, waiting for him to continue. 

“This whole week I’ve just felt off, you know? Ever since you brought up you wanted to go on a double date… I tried to convince myself that it was all because of the fact that we were going out again after all this time. I knew deep down and apparently others did as well, that it was because I liked you…” His words made your heart do a backflip.

“I couldn’t accept it for a while because feelings are complicated and the last thing I wanted to do was make the relationship with the person who’s been by my side even during my worst times complicated. Losing you…” You noticed it, his eyes were a little glossy. 

“I couldn’t lose you.” You could have just melted into the floor right there, trying to fight the tears that were threatening to spill over. 

“But when I saw you and hyung together…” His eyes turned away. “I knew I couldn’t pretend anymore… I had to do something before it was too late.” He tried to smile but you could hear the pain in his voice. 

“I’m sorry if I was too forward, I just had to do something before you walked away… I didn’t even ask how you feel…” He finally met your eyes once again and he was shocked to see your eyes filled with tears. 

“How do I feel? You really are an idiot Jungkook…” You tried to laugh but you were getting choked up. He looked utterly confused. 

“I’ve liked you since highschool! I spent all this time thinking you didn’t like me back. You never made a move back then, but then we came here and you got a girlfriend pretty quickly. I thought it must have been one-sided, you know? I started dating Incheol but when you came back… I had a little hope over the past year, but when you agreed to go on a double date, I thought it was finally time to give up.”

If Jungkook wasn’t so consumed in questioning his own feelings for you he would have noticed the signs. The way you meticulously analyzed his face when you suggested a double date, hoping he would hate the idea, or at the very least show some disdain to it. He would have noticed the way you slammed the door after he agreed to it and cried silently to yourself in your room at your silly feelings for your best friend. He would have noticed long before the event of Valentines weekend the look in your eyes whenever you spent time together. He would have guessed maybe he had something to do with you and Incheol breaking up. You tried to put on a brave face, at this point thinking Jungkook really didn’t see you that way.   

“What…” His voice was small and he was just staring at you in shock. 

“I think we’re both dumb—“ Jungkook hardly let you finish your sentence before he was pushing you against the washer and finally closing the distance.

The kiss was soft and nothing like what happened at the club. It was just pure passion that had years of negligence behind it. It was a little scary taking this step with Jungkook, you couldn’t lose him either, but you were glad that you were. Your heart was full and you wanted nothing more than to have him closer.

He lifted you on top of the washer, the angle allowing him to pull you closer.   

Jungkook pulled away slowly, the pull of your lips way too enticing but he had something to say. His hand came up to caress your cheek softly before 3 words you’ll never forget left his mouth. “I love you.” His voice barely above a whisper but you heard it loud and clear.

“It’s probably too soon to say that but I just needed you to—“ You didn’t give him time to finish before you were pulling him back, kissing him hard. 

“I love you too…” You probably could have cried in the moment but the words lit a fire in you and you needed him closer. 

Your words sent Jungkook to a new level of insane, he needed to be inside you. You certainly felt it too, the nudging against your thigh made it obvious. 

Jungkook broke the kiss, your breaths were heavy and he was eagerly playing with the hem of your dress. ”Y/n do you wanna—“ He didn't need to finish, you were already nodding your head. 

You were suddenly lifted off the washer, laughing as Jungkook practically sped his way over to your room, kicking in the door and throwing you onto the bed. 

You both giggled but the moment was not lost, Jungkook quickly climbing on top of you and finding your lips once again. You wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him closer, you needed him closer. Your body was on fire and all you wanted was to feel him. 

Jungkook pulled away slowly, hand trailing down your body, and his eyes staring right into yours.

“You’re so beautiful…” His words were soft and had you melting on the inside. 

“Jungkook…”

His eyes scanned over you once more. “We should have done this sooner…” He chuckled lightly, but he was serious. This whole evening wouldn’t have been necessary if he was just honest with himself sooner. 

Jungkook started kissing you lightly down the neck making you gasp. 

“We’re dumb, aren’t we?” You replied breathlessly as he started to suck a little harder. You moaned lightly, knowing this was likely gonna leave a mark. 

“Extremely…” He was hardly paying attention anymore, his full attention now on making you feel good. He wanted to devour you, make you his and his alone.

Jungkook’s attention focused on your eyes as he started pulling your dress up. “Just think about it… instead of all this sexual frustration we could have been— oh.” You couldn’t even finish at the way he rutted into you. 

“We’re so fucking stupid… I feel like I’m gonna explode…” He said bashfully.

“You did earlier...” You playfully teased and could stop yourself laughing at the way his mouth dropped. 

“I hate you so much.” He mumbled, trying to feign being upset but you could see the smile on his face. 

“Says the man who just confessed he loves me~” You giggled and at this he couldn’t help but laugh along with you. Jungkook sighed knowing it’s true. 

You didn’t miss the way he started moving down your body, in between the commotion your body lighting up at what you knew he had in mind next.

He eventually got to the point he was staring right at your long ruined thong and took a shaky breath. He wanted to taste you so fucking bad. 

Jungkook looked up at you. “Please?” He asked hurriedly and you nodded. With your permission he quickly pushed up your dress even further and tugged your panties down your legs. 

“You’re so pretty.” He said absentmindedly, like you weren’t supposed to hear. You chuckled at his words making him look back up at you. 

He flushed realizing he said that outloud but smiled because you did. His shy demeanor quickly shifted as you saw the mischievous glint in his eyes. 

“Who were you imagining the other night?” Jungkook asked suddenly as he moved a finger through your slick folds.

“What are you talking about?” You questioned, but his finger now circling your clit had your mind elsewhere. 

“That day I was working on my project. Valentine's Day.” 

Silence passed for a little while until you suddenly sat up realizing what he was talking about. Jungkook laughed at the look on your face. 

“You put too much faith in the walls, my desk is right on the other side.” Jungkook had a slight teasing tone to his voice, an adorable bunny expression on his face like he wasn't fingering you right now as he admitted to hearing you play with yourself. 

You laid back down, embarrassment creeping up making your face hot. 

“No need to be embarrassed.” Jungkook recounted back to the words you told him earlier. You just groaned, somehow that made it worse. Jungkook chuckled, but his attention turned toward what he was doing between your legs. 

“I’m serious though. It was hot… really hot.” He smiled. 

“Stopppp…” You cried, both in the way you still couldn’t even look at him, but also his finger started picking up the pace.  

“You were the reason I was up all night trying to work on it.” He chuckled darkly. At this you finally peered down at him. 

“You sounded so pretty, I wanted to come over and help you. I thought you would never be down for that but after tonight, I can’t help but wonder who it was you were thinking of to make you sound like that?” His face was just as innocent as it normally was, but his words were dangerous. 

Your embarrassment in the situation faded immediately and instead a cocky grin spread across your face. 

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” You laughed. 

“Tell me.”

“Make me.” You retorted back quickly. You were playing with fire at this point but you wanted to see what he would do. 

Your words were a challenge, a fire alighting inside.

His sweet smile disappeared as he turned back to your soaking pussy. He smirked and with that challenged head tilt he always did, he said nothing more as he dove straight between your legs. You hardly had any time to react before he was spreading your legs and taking one long lick between your folds. 

Your body reacted on its own, a fire spreading throughout your body and a soft moan escaped your lips. You looked down at him a little shocked but you were a little surprised to find him looking up at you. You saw him smirk quickly before diving straight back then, this time with full intent on making you scream. 

You never really knew what you pictured Jungkook to be like during sex. You never saw anything weird when he was dating Yoona and when you were still dating Incheol you and Jungkook hardly ever ran into each other. You were over at his place mainly, but you would occasionally come back to your shared apartment to hang out. You can still remember all the times you would be lying in bed awake to the sounds of girls moaning their hearts out in the room next door. It wasn’t the quiet guy who had been your friend since high school, but you knew whatever was happening next door was good. 

You finally found out today what all the fuss was about. 

Jungkook was skilled as he swirled his tongue around your clit. Your hands quickly found their place in his dark locks, your body being set ablaze at the pleasure. 

“Oh fuck–” You whinned.

His movements got faster and the more you wanted. “Jungkook, please…” You pleaded. 

He pulled back at your words and smiled. “Tell me then, who were you thinking of that night?” His fingers got back to work teasing your clit. 

“Just forget that and make me– ohhh gosh.” You cried as he moved them to finger your clenching hole. With experience in the car he was quickly able to find the spot that had made you a mess so quickly for him. 

You whined. “Jungkook, fuck, please.” You were practically begged, needing more. 

“I said tell me.” His voice was calm as he looked at you already a mess for so little. The work of his one finger alone was enough to have you brushing against the edge. If anything it made it worse, you could almost taste the release. 

He made sure to speed up the pace pushing over that same spot, maybe it was the drought that made you so sensitive, but you moaned, your back arching at the feeling.

“Tell me Y/N–” Jungkook said again. 

“It was you!” You cried, you couldn’t play the game anymore. “It was you Jungkook!” You made sure to say it again so he heard. Suddenly he stopped. Confused and a little annoyed you looked down to see a stupid smile on his face, both in the fact that he won and you had thought of him like that. 

It was just like this almost, him between your legs as he ate you out for hours, was the fantasy your brain had chosen to go with to try and soothe the ache between your legs. 

“I can promise you I’m better in person.” Jungkook suddenly said and you just playfully rolled your eyes. He already proved that to be true. 

“I’m sure you are, now get back to work, we’ve been deprived way too long for you to try and edge.” You giggled and he laughed at that. 

“What’s wrong with taking our time a little? I like seeing you a mess for me.” He cheesed and your heart swelled. You loved him so much. 

“Jungkook…” You warned and at this he finally took the hint and got back to work. 

He eagerly went to add a second finger inside and his tongue was back to suck on your clit. The combination had that flame quickly returning. His fingers curled inside you and he made quick work of his tongue, not having any shame in making it messy. He groaned against you, an added pleasure he quickly could tell had an effect. 

Jungkook thought you were absolutely beautiful, so pretty and all for him. The sight had him quickly reminded of the fact he didn’t get to finish the way he wanted to in the car and how much he wanted to fuck you. His hips unconsciously collided with your mattress trying to chase some sort of pleasure. It hurt at this point but his attention remained on you. 

He saw you hastily pull down the straps of your dress to play with your tits, and one hand coming back to tangle in his hair. He felt the gentle tugs whenever it just felt so good and he could have died happy right there in that moment. Right between your thighs.

“Fuck, I’m so close–” You hastily cried out. Jungkook took the hint and took it up just a little more and it was more than enough to have you quickly spiraling toward the edge, your orgasm hitting you like a wave. Your body shook and your thighs clamped around his head. As you slowly came down from the experience he continued to devour you until you pushed him away slightly from overstimulation. 

He finally sat up, his face wet from your juices and a big smile on his face. You smiled back at him. Your eyes though quickly went from his face to the obvious tent in his shorts. Jungkook didn’t give you much time to think about it before he was back on top of you and hastily kissing your lips.

If you didn’t see it before you definitely could feel it now, the tip nudging right where you wanted him making you even more eager to finally feel him against you. But you had other plans first…

You made quick work of flipping you both over, leaving you on top and in control. He looked at you a little confused before you kissed him on his cheek, making him smile. 

“What are you doing?” He chuckled lightly as your kisses trailed back up to his lips. You kissed him with a heated passion, wanting him to know how much you loved him. Jungkook was quick to get in the groove, his hand coming up to cup your cheek and pull you closer while his other hand trailed down your back. 

You finally felt him reach the hem of your dress and attempted to try and pull it back up but you pulled away and looked him right in the eye. If he wasn’t confused before he definitely was now. 

You smiled at him and leaned so you were right next to his ear. 

“Not yet, let me repay the favor first.” You whispered and gently took his ear between your teeth before moving to his neck and sucking on it lightly. 

Jungkook was speechless for a little while, the pleasure your mouth was bringing made it hard to think, wanting to just get lost in the pleasure. 

“I don’t know…” He eventually chuckled, the grip on your waist tightening. You finally moved to look at him again. 

“What’s wrong?” You asked a little confused. 

“Wanna fuck you so bad, plus… you looked too good while I was eating you out. I don’t know if I could make it.” His face was flushed, clearly embarrassed by the confession. 

At this you smirked. Oh you were definitely going to repay him, not only for the orgasm but for teasing you earlier. 

You let your hand travel down his body till it rested on the waistband of his shorts. “You sure you wanna say no?” You questioned playfully as you slipped your hand underneath grabbing a fistful of his length. Your antics got an immediate reaction from him, a moan quickly escaping his lips. 

You made quick work and slowly pumped your hand slowly over his length, watching his face scrunch up in bliss. He was so fucking pretty. 

“I–” He couldn’t even finish his sentence as your thumb traced circles over the tip, you could already feel the precum leaking from the tip. 

“Y/n please…” he eventually cried out, making you smile. 

“Do you want me to stop?” You asked teasingly. 

“No, fuck– please.” He finally peered over at you and saw that teasing look, knowing this was probably because of earlier. 

With the go ahead you moved down the bed, helping him pull his shorts down and tossing them somewhere around your room. The both of you giggled before you found a comfortable place right in front of his cock. 

You stared marveling at what was in front you. His dick was already making your mouth water, the length, the girth, the slight curve, the tip was a flaming red, and precum sliding down the sides. Of course, what more should you have expected from him.

You wrapped a hand around him, right at the base. You wrapped your mouth around the tip, sucking it lightly, enjoying the delicious moan Jungkook let out as a result. You popped off quickly though, earning a groan of annoyance. 

“What happened to no teasing?” He questioned breathlessly. 

You just smiled at him before diving back again. You had every full intention of teasing him just a little longer, but you felt Jungkook’s hand on the back of your head, clearly intended to keep you in place. 

Oh so he wants to play like that?

At this you finally started to take more of him, getting about halfway before you let your hand do the rest of the work at quickly pumping him. You felt him grab your hair tightly and you’ll never forget the way he whimpered, clearly not expecting you to do that. 

It wasn’t long before he let go and you popped off with a smile. You won this time. 

“Y/n please.” No playfulness to his voice anymore, he was begging you. 

You couldn’t resist and you got back to work. You grabbed him again and pumped him quickly and got to work gently massaging his balls. At this you instantly had his arm coming over his eyes, a long groan falling from his lips. 

“Y/n oh fuck, fuck fu–” He was so fucking sensitive. 

He hadn’t been touched in a year, plus your little rendezvous in the car, and now here you were going down on him. Every little flick of your tongue or jerk from your hand had him speeding toward the edge, but he still wanted to take you. 

Your mouth came around him length once more, doing your best to make him feel good. Jungkook couldn’t resist looking, he finally glanced down at you and moaned instantly. You were taking him so well– fuck fuck. 

“Y/n…” He finally moaned. You could already sense what he was about to say. At this you sped up your pace. 

“Oh fuck, you feel so good– but– ohhhh” He cried, his hand coming up to grab at your hair again. 

“If you keep doing that I’m gonna–” He could have cried. The image of just cumming down your throat made him want to let you continue. 

He was so close. 

“Y/n I’m gonna cum…” He sighed, honestly a little embarrassed at how sensitive he was but you were just too good. 

His words didn’t sway you and if anything you upped it a little more. 

“Shit wait wait!” For a second he thought he wouldn’t even be able to tell you to stop, his orgasm so fucking close for a spilt second he wanted it to happen, but right along that edge you popped off and took your hands away. 

His body cried out at the lack of contact and he had to take a second to get himself to calm down. When his attention finally went to you, smiling up at him.

He couldn’t even joke around at that moment and sat up to pull you up so you were hovering over his cock.

“Please…” He was breathless and his desperation was starting to affect you. You pulled down the zipper on your dress and pulled it over your form, you also saw Jungkook hastily ripping off his white shirt and throwing it across the room.

He grabbed your hips and attempted to try and guide you down but you stopped him. He looked at you confused

“Condoms, remember?” You laughed and he did as well realizing his mistake.

“Please hurry…” He whined playfully, watching you reach over to your nightstand, shuffle through its contents, before pulling your hand out empty handed. He was once again confused.  

You stared at him in horror and it had him instantly wanting to commit a crime. “You don’t have any?” He asked in disbelief. You just stared at him.

He tugged on his hair in frustration. “Do you think that the convenience store down the street is still open?” He was trying to come up with some sort of solution. “I don’t even know if there are any in my room, do you think we can find some at this time of night, fuck fuck, why does this keep–” As he was trying to find a way at of this predicament you went back in your drawer and pulled out what he’s needed this entire evening.

“Just kidding~” You cheesed, watching the look on his face. If he wasn’t so horny right now he might have tackled you, but instead he laughed at your antics and he playfully rolled his eyes as gestured for you to put it on.

You ripped open the packaging with your teeth and hurriedly slid it down his length. He was so sensitive from earlier he made it difficult trying to put it on, bucking himself into your hand in search of any type of friction. 

Once you managed to get it on, you wasted no time and lined yourself up before sinking slowly down his dick, enjoying the way he filled you up. 

You both moaned at the feeling. Jungkook hurriedly grabbed your hips at the pleasure. You were so warm, wet, and tight around him, you felt so good and looked so pretty on top of him like this. Oh this isn’t gonna last long.

You sat there for a second, allowing your body to get adjusted but you could tell Jungkook was antsy at the way he subtly ground himself into you for some sort of friction. 

“Y/n– fuck, you’re so–” He cried and you chuckled at his reaction. 

“Does it feel good?” You asked. 

Jungkook just smiled at first, wondering how that was even a question at first. “So go– engghhh fuck…” He sighed as you slowly started to move your hips. You watched him intently as his face scrunched up and you felt the way his grip on your waist tightened. 

With new motivation you finally allowed yourself to get lost in the pleasure and just enjoyed the way he felt inside of you, steadily speeding up your pace.

Jungkook just stared up at you. Ever since he met you he never would have imagined himself in this position, you on top while you worked to please him so well. Yesterday he was so adamant he felt nothing but platonic feelings for you and today… He had spent so much time trying to lie to himself, if only he had been honest with himself from the get go you could have done this so much sooner. 

His heart swelled at the thought. He was so stupid. How could he have tried to tell himself he didn’t want this? You bouncing yourself happily on his cock, looking so pretty while you took him so well. Fuck, he was so happy. 

With the way you teased him earlier it didn’t take very much for him to feel that ache once again. Jungkook grabbed your hips and took control, he watched your face turn to one of shock before you melted into the new pace he was setting.

You moaned and he could have sworn he’s never heard such a beautiful sound. He wanted to please you, make you feel good, and in a weird way, repay you for all you’ve done for him. 

“Jungkook, shit, hghhh–” You cried.

Fuck he was close. 

Before you even knew what was happening, suddenly you were on your back, staring Jungkook right in the eye. 

He was quick to set a punishing pace, you could have screamed at the sudden pleasure. Jungkook buried himself in your neck and you could hear all the little grunts and moans he would let out and it was almost too much. So good, you were getting close.

Jungkook could certainly tell, the feeling of your walls gripping him even tighter– fuck. He couldn’t take it anymore. He kissed you sloppily, wanted to feel you even closer. You wrapped your arms around his neck moaning into the kiss, sensing what was happening. 

It didn’t take much time till he was pulling away and burying his head back in your shoulder, a glorious moan spilling from his lips. A wave of pleasure washed over him as you felt his hips still and his whole body shake lightly.

You rubbed his back softly as you helped him work through it. 

You thought this was the end of your game, but you were shocked. Jungkook immediately turned to your nightstand, opening up and shuffling through the top drawer. 

“What are you doing?” You asked breathlessly. 

It was almost immediately that you got your answer when he pulled out another condom. “I’m not done with you yet.” He said as ripped open the packaging with his teeth. 

You were left stunned as you watched him swiftly throw away the used condom and put on a new one, before quickly pushing himself back inside you once more. 

You saw the way his face scrunched up, likely at the pain of overstimulation. His pace was slow, but he continued with deep strokes that made it so he was hitting your clit each and every time, making your toes curl.  

Oh so he was a freak?

For some reason you knew this wasn’t the first time he’s done this. You should have known the way he nearly fucked you out in public in that parking garage. 

Jungkook’s full intention was to make you feel good. He was quick to get back at a moderate pace and then he turned his attention to kissing and sucking on your neck, making sure it was going to leave a mark. 

As much as he wanted to pretend that the rage he felt in the club watching you and Jimin together was far in the past, now that everything was all said, it fueled him even more to want to tell everyone that you were his and his alone.

And just to think, if things didn’t go the way they did his hyung would have probably been in this position… Just the thought of him seeing you like this pissed him off more than it should. 

He wanted to prove himself, that you made the right choice. 

Jungkook was eager to make you cum around him, he needed to feel it. The breathy moans you would let out motivated him, you were so fucking pretty.

Jungkook looked you right in the eyes as he fucked you. Oh you were close. 

“I love you.” He moaned quietly. Oh you were a mess, three little words were enough to send you to another dimension. 

“You feel so fucking good and all fucking mine.” Jungkook groaned, fucking you a little faster. 

For some reason Jungkook getting all possessive while he’s buried deep inside you was so hot, the feeling in the pit of your stomach growing more restless. 

“Jungkook, please, I’m so close.” You cried. 

The pleasurable sting from overstimulation made that fleeting feeling return all too soon for Jungkook as well so he made quick work of finally pushing the both of you over the edge. 

“I love you too, Jungkook, love you so much.” Jungkook had no idea if you said that just because you were close, but the confession was enough for his orgasm to come crashing over him, not once did he slow down though, if anything he went a little faster. 

His efforts were enough as with just a few more strokes you moaned and he was feeling your walls tightening around him. He watched intently, now with the better light, he saw the way you crumbled in his grasp, so pretty as your third orgasm of the day hit you even harder. 

For a little while, it was just the sound of your labored breaths as you both tried to recover from everything. It was peaceful, almost like the calm after a storm. After the exhausting year you’ve both had, it finally led to this moment, together in each other's arms at last. When you both calmed down, Jungkook smiled as he kissed you gently, you couldn’t be happier. 

He was quick to throw away the condom and snuggle up next to you. A moment of silence passed before you both giggled. 

“This day was something…” You smiled. 

“It was, wasn’t it.” Jungkook responded absentmindedly, too busy tracing your features with his gaze. 

You both still didn’t say anything for a while, choosing to let the events of today speak for you. Jungkook was just so enamored by you, happy that everything finally made sense, happy that he was able to be with you like this. For some reason it had his mind going back to the previous year.

The newly revealed sentiment of how much you truly cared for each other made him think back to the dark days and how you helped him through it all. Without you, would he really be here today? You really were there for him, never once asking any questions. As soon as he told you he was struggling, you never left his side and helped him navigate through the path that seemed so endless. 

Even to this day he never really explained himself and you never asked what happened.  

“Hey Y/n.” He finally said, getting you attention. “Last year… I don’t think I ever told you what I was really going through during those months, did I?” He asked suddenly. 

You were a bit taken aback by the question but you answered nonetheless. “Not in much detail.” You noticed his gaze changed from you to peer straight up at the ceiling.

He took a deep breath. “I want to tell you what happened...” It only seemed right, before you take this next step in your relationship, all the cards from his past he kept hidden from you should be laid on the table for you to see. 

He was scared though. Would you still want him after he tells you? 

“Is that ok?” He turned back to you, his gaze unreadable. 

You couldn’t lie and say you weren’t curious. On the day Jungkook told you he had been struggling you knew he was keeping the details as vague as he possibly could, for a reason you had no idea about. You didn’t want to pry, you knew that he had gone through a lot over the last few months so you were content with him telling you anything. All you knew was your friend needed help and you were going to be there for him through that process. 

“If you’re comfortable telling me, I’ll be here to listen,” you settled with saying. 

Jungkook noticed the look in your eyes that told him it was truly fine for him to continue. 

Would you hate him, ridicule him, shame him? All of these were outcomes he wanted to avoid. It’s why he didn’t tell you back then. He was ashamed of himself. 

“At the end of our first semester as you know Yoona and I had a big fight. It all had to deal with you, funny enough. She was upset at how close we were, the fact that we lived together, and that she thought I could have been cheating on her with you. At the time I was upset that she even thought that was a possibility, I was with her, you were my friend and that was it.” Jungkook had to pause for a second knowing the irony of the situation.

You couldn’t hide the look of shock on your face at the information. You thought you were just so drunk that you had somehow heard your name come up in conversation. It had been about you entirely. It stung a bit to know that you had gotten in the way of their relationship like that, but the one detail you did know about this story made that guilt dissipate quickly. 

“We said some pretty hurtful things to each other, with her eventually leaving and that’s when you came in. I really liked her at the time so I wanted to do my best to try and repair the damage that had been done, but when I saw her… when I went to her apartment and saw she was actually cheating on me, it really really hurt.”  Jungkook didn’t even have the words to describe how much pain the revelation brought him. For a while he blamed himself, that he was such an awful boyfriend, an awful person, that it led a girl he would have never in a million years thought would ever do something like that to him, to anybody really. It only made the next unfortunate event even harder to bear. 

“I can only say this now in hindsight, but I didn’t understand at the time how much I relied on her. My mental health wasn’t the best for various reasons, a difficult semester taking its toll, life, I don’t really know the root cause but as soon as I knew she was cheating on me, it all came crashing down harder than I thought it ever could. I shut everyone out, it was too much, but if it couldn’t get any worse I got a phone call from my dad about my uncle.” You could hear the slight quiver in his voice, just at the mention of it. 

You remember the exact moment it happened. You had just woken up. You had been in the kitchen trying to figure out what to have before you head out to your first class. It was nearly the end of the final semester, finals were coming up and you had a whole day of studying planned. Despite your packed schedule, you had also wanted to have enough time to try and be there for Jungkook since he had just gone through a pretty rough breakup, you having gone to bed early as a result. It’s probably why you didn’t hear when he got the phone call late the night before.

You had been making a little breakfast when he suddenly came bursting through his room door, a duffle bag slung over his shoulder. You noticed immediately he looked frantic, his face was red, and you could see his cheeks were still stained from tears. He looked like he hadn’t slept all night. 

Jungkook ran straight to the door, but you stopped him concerned and a little confused about what was happening. 

He was barely able to explain to you that his uncle had been in an accident and that he was going back to Busan, tears just were streaming down his face. Without thinking you had pulled him into a hug, Jungkook completely just broke down in your arms. 

He was out the door before you truly could say goodbye. 

“I went back to Busan and tried my best to process everything, hoping that this sinking feeling would pass and I could get back to some level of normalcy. Weeks started to go by and all I could feel was nothing. I didn’t cry anymore, I wasn’t angry, nor was I ever truly happy, it was just gray everywhere I looked.”

“Christmas came and went and the new year started. All of those holidays only made it worse, seeing how happy friends and other family were, the fact that it was just nothing made me even more desperate for anything.”

Jungkook had to stop again, knowing what was coming next. 

“It was around the time we were supposed to start heading back for the spring semester that some friends had called me and asked to meet up. We talked and I ended up telling them things have been hard lately so they invited me to a party to try and cheer me up. I was desperate so I said I’d be there, hoping it might help me feel anything. I drank a lot, tried to have fun, but again things just became worse when nothing helped.” 

He couldn’t even look at you anymore.  

“They invited me to another one, this time I thought maybe sex might help, it didn’t, not at all and left me feeling more empty than ever. It was sometime after this that I started having some pretty scary thoughts bouncing around my head.” It truly had gotten so bad so quickly. The depression had quickly consumed him and any effort he made to try and make things better only seemed to make things worse. He felt trapped, that there was no way out of this hole. 

“I was desperate for anything at that point so when those same friends called and asked to meet up again… this time… this time they offered certain um… illegal substances. I should have said no, I know, but I was looking for anything to make it better so…” For some reason Jungkook was waiting for you to say something, to scream at him, anything, but you remained silent as his words hung in the air. 

He didn’t have the courage to face you to see your expression. Instead he kept going. 

“It wasn’t perfect, but for a little while I finally felt ok, better than ok even, but the crash was horrible and I felt the regret starting to take hold. It was only once when I was in Busan, but by then the semester had started and I needed to get back. That’s when I came back to the apartment. I wanted to tell you everything but then you opened the door and I saw Incheol with you… I didn’t understand why at the time, but seeing you with him… It made me so angry so I just shut everyone out.”

“Before I left my friends gave me the number of a friend they had in Seoul who carried and so instead of focusing on my work that I should have I turned to chasing that high and dealing with an even worse low. I stayed out as much as I could, I didn’t want to see you with Incheol, plus I was ashamed what would happen if you saw me like that. I didn’t want you to see me like that.” Your eyes were teary and his was as well, a couple had even begun sliding down his cheeks. 

“Jimin hyung saw the worst of it actually. Too many times would I head over on something and he would yell at me but he would always help me through it. I was also at his place a lot dealing with sober thoughts and he kept my mind occupied so I wouldn’t do anything rash.”

“It wasn’t until that day I got the message from my advisor telling me how bad everything was that I snapped out of it enough to try and look for help. That’s when I told you. Besides the work you helped with, you were just being there for me without asking too many questions… It was more sympathy I deserved considering how weird things had been since I left. You brought me back and I can never be more grateful.” It was only then that Jungkook finally looked over at you, your face was stained with tears and you were trying your best not to make too much noise so you didn’t disturb his story. 

“I mentioned this now because being here… I should have known after all that what I felt for you was more than just being my best friend. I didn’t want to lose you so I tried to push away the obvious and tried to just keep being just your friend. I’m so happy I can be here with you now, like this, together. And I wanted to thank you for the millionth time, you pulled me out of a dark place that I never thought I was going to come back from. I’m just so happy.” He tried to chuckle but seeing you crying made this difficult discussion that much more emotional.

It felt so good telling you. 

You quickly pulled him into a hug, finally letting the emotions spill over. 

“I wish I was there for you more, you struggled so much I– I–” You sobbed, absolutely heartbroken that he went through this. “If only I had noticed, if I wasn’t so focused on Incheol I could have–” 

“Don’t say that. You were happy, I didn’t want to burden you with my problems.” Jungkook said, trying to wipe away your tears.

“Burden?! Jungkook, I was your friend, don’t think you would ever burden me.” You sobbed, the tears continuing to stream down your face, making more and more go down his as well.

“Fuck, I love you so much, of course you would say that.” There were no words in any language to accurately describe how much he cares for you and how he will eternally be grateful for being there with him. 

You both smiled and Jungkook reached over to grab some tissues to wipe your faces. You both tried to make light of the situation and giggle at how messed up you truly were. Between the sex and now the crying your makeup had smeered all over your face. 

“Jungkook, truly though. If you ever go through any sort of hard time again know I’ll be here for you ok.” You reassured him.

“If you ever go through a rough time, I’ll be here for you and then some.” He smiled. 

“Don’t be afraid to lean on me, life gets hard but at least we have each other.” You leaned in to kiss his cheek, but he moved to make sure you hit his lips instead. 

You both laughed, but quickly went back in for another.

“You actually can’t get rid of me.” Jungkook giggled as he started peppering kisses all over your face.

“And I don’t want to.” It was just love, you loved this man. 

“By the way, I wanted to ask whose room should we stay in? Should we just get a new apartment?” Jungkook questioned, kissing down your neck.

You thought about it for a second.

“We could move after graduation. We could figure something out so that it’s a little closer to my law school, or maybe something closer to your job, whichever one you decide to take.” 

Jungkook was pretty talented in his field, over the years managing to work as assistants for camera operators and editors in movies and various kdramas. He already had a promising resume. He worked a ton of jobs, did various commissions for friends, peers, even his school had him shoot something. He also was working some type of internship most of the time, the only time you can remember him not working was when he was going through that hard time. 

It was certainly going to be impressive to the production companies. With all the jobs he applied for, Jungkook’s professors and advisor assured him that he was bound at least to make it to the interview stage and was probably going to end up with multiple offers. 

His achievements were certainly amazing, but he had a tendency to downplay them.   

Jungkook nodded, the plan made sense. “For now though, you could move to my room. It’s a little bigger, maybe you could keep your clothes in your closet, but you could sleep here most of the time if you want.” You added. He just nodded along, until his brain actually processed what you were saying.

“What, aren’t our rooms the same size?” He recounted what you told him all those years ago once you decided to move here. 

You cringed at the mention of that. “5 extra square feet makes you do some crazy things.” You chuckled weakly. 

“Yah wait– what did you just say?!” 

“You never noticed!” You tried to defend but it was too late and he was already tackling you back down to the bed. 

Was he mad, not at all, if anything this was just an excuse to get you in this position. It’s strange what a year does to your libido. He couldn’t get enough of you. 

Jungkook kissed you all over your face and neck, making you laugh at the way it tickled. 

“I love you.” He said between kisses. 

“I love you too.” You made sure to look him in the eyes when he said it. You wanted him to know how much you meant it.

You were so happy. 

Stockholm Syndrome (Masterlist)

Summary: You’d tried so hard to run away from your troubled childhood. Now in your final year at university you’re starting to feel like maybe what’s in your past will stay there. Then a beautiful stranger shows up and befriends you, but not everything about him is as it seems.

Pairing: Jungkook x reader

Genre: mafia/gang au; strangers to lovers; 18+ rating.

Status: Complete

Word count: ~60k

Warnings: Adult themes throughout, violence, abusive past, death, physical abuse, sex, being held captive.

Authors Note: Please don’t read this if you find any of the above themes upsetting, I will try my best to put warnings on each individual chapter. I hope you enjoy reading this, I’d love to know what you think.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3 [M]

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8 [M]

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Plot: Jungkook is on the edge, especially these days. Exhausting, consuming thoughts are always inside his mind, starting from not being enough to raise your daughter. You know him too well though, and you’re ready to love and pamper him just the way he needs you to.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut, Domestic, Established Relationship

Wordcount: 4.8k

Content Warning: Insecurities and stress, pining, swearing, blowjob, cum eating, creampie, unprotected sex, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, a bit of masturbation, love making

Author’s Note: This killed me, wrecked me into pieces. I don’t know what it is but every time I think about Jungkook and write about him I feel the need to comfort him and share snuggly cuddles, so this is what came out of it. The smut is just… don’t get me started over this type of Jungkook or I’m going to die right on the spot. I hope you enjoy this!💜

P.s. The recommended waiting period before you can have sex again after giving birth is until four to six weeks after delivery. The risk of having complications after delivery is higher during the first two weeks, so yes, this is safe apparently! I just wanted to write it in case you’d wonder about it.

Jungkook is on the edge. Especially these days. Having a little baby and having to rebalance everything from your personal life to work certainly isn’t easy, for the both of you. Exhausting, consuming thoughts are always inside his mind, starting from not being enough to raise your daughter. That thought usually leads him to littlest ones that make him feel even more insecure; last week it was because he didn’t notice that she had pooped and didn’t change her diaper, the week before it was because she wouldn’t stop crying in his arms but only in yours. You remember him crying in your arms after Baram fell asleep, in your bed with his face buried in the crook of your neck and his eyes swollen and puffy. You tried to comfort him as much as you could, telling that it can happen, that that didn’t have anything to do with him being a good dad. He cried for two hours straight and then fell asleep because of the exhaustion. You hugged him all night long. This week apparently seems to be the worst though.

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caught me. | jjk (m)

(edit done by my love, @httpjeon)

↣ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | jungkook x reader

↣ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 13.5k

↣ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 | roommate au. slight e2l au. smut. porn with very little plot.

↣ 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐱 | explicit language and sexual content. mentions of vaping. mutual masturbation, sex toy usage, oral sex (f + m receiving), gagging, fingering, squirting, dirty talk, some wall fucking, riding, unprotected sex (you know the drill, wrap it up), multiple orgasms, overstimulation, creampie, jungkook has tattoos, long wavy hair and a giant schlong.

↣ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | you hate your temporary roommate, jungkook and it doesn’t help that he’s been catching you at the most inconvenient of times.

“Seokjin, how could you do this to me?” You whine from the kitchen island, reflexively stabbing at the bowl of cereal in front of you. You can’t believe your roommate is just now telling you, a day before he leaves for vacation, that his “friend” will be temporarily moving in while he’s away. Of course, Seokjin pays no mind to your tantrum. Instead, he continues packing the last of his luggage in the living space, across the room. Simply rolling his eyes and heaving a sigh in response, he’s far more acquainted with your antics than he’d like to be. He could almost call you the younger sibling he most certainly never wanted, a nuisance wrapped in feigned misery. The arrangement between the two of you seemed nothing more than the result of a last-ditch Craigslist roommate search.

He should have known the consequences, he supposes.

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NEGOTIATION - JJK

description: when you’re called in to negotiate with a familiar face, you realise you’d do an awful lot to save your citizens.

pairing — jungkook x female reader

genre — smut

word count — 2.1k

warnings/tags — criminal!jk, detective!reader, dom!jk, sub!reader, hostage situation, mentions of violence, crime, tension, explicit smut, illicit use of a gun, gunplay, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, ladies & gents), penetrative sex, dirty talk, kinda fast paced tbh

a/n: making this cover was my 13th reason 💀💀💀

“There’s been a hostage situation down at the Royal Bank. Major Crimes want you to be the negotiator.”

Your day at the precinct had just started and you were already being given a pretty hefty task.

“But why me? I’ve never done it before,” you say, slightly confused since you barely had any experience in negotiating or mediating. This would be a first for you.

“Major Crimes claim the hostage-taker specifically asked for you.”

Surely not. You hadn’t disclosed your name to any criminals.. unless someone you knew turned out to be a criminal— God no.

Negotiating with criminals was not easy, especially if they were extremely violent or hostile, a simple conversation would never work. But nonetheless, you accepted, eager to score some points on your job record for a possible promotion.

As soon as you arrived at the scene, you were decked in a black bulletproof vest over your navy button up, sleeves rolled up and your gun secured within the holster around your waist. The bold lettering of the word ‘Negotiator’ was spread across your chest, singling you out from all the other officers on site.

It hadn’t really dawned upon you that you may not make it out alive. This criminal could kill you before you even get the chance to talk, and that probably explained why all your colleagues were getting emotional, wishing you luck and dwelling on the good times you had together.

It wasn’t long before you were escorted into the building, members of the Emergency Services walking you up to the door and ushering you in, closing the door behind you and soon leaving you alone in the building.

Traces of blood, shattered glass and torn up cash was splayed across the floor as you treaded lightly, walked further into the building, pulling your gun out in front of you and taking extra precaution for any sign of the hostages.

After a few general checks around the building, you come across an empty room. You let your guard down a little and entered the room with your gun by your side, but thank God for you and your heightened senses, you were able to make out the figure stood behind you, and you were beyond pissed.

One minute he had a gun to the back of your head and the next you were both pointing your guns at each other’s faces.

“Put your hands in the air, Y/N.”

His voice sounded awfully familiar, but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. If only he wasn’t wearing a mask.

You don’t bother to fight back, slowly putting your hands above your head, your gun still in your hand.

“Now put the gun down by your feet,” his head gestures to where you were stood, and being the negotiator, you had to listen to him in order to prove you weren’t playing as a liability to him.

You carefully set the gun down before standing up straight again, hands still in the air before speaking, “If I’m here to negotiate, I’d like it if you could take off that mask.”

A taunting chuckle left his lips and he shrugged, pulling the black mask off his face to reveal his identity.

Jeon Jungkook.

The shock on your face was evident, and Jungkook only found it amusing.

“Miss me?”

You didn’t know what to say. You spent several months chasing him down, but he was always one step ahead of you. Now you were stuck playing negotiator with the one man who made several months a living hell for you.

“Jeon,” you grit, trying not to sound too annoyed.

“Before we talk, how do I know you’re not wearing a wire?”

Your mind stops.

You were wearing a wire under your shirt and the little earpiece connected to it was placed securely in your ear.

It’d be better to let him find it rather than you lie.

You extend your arms out on either side of you, legs spread a little as a sign for him to pat you down.

“Wow, you’re pretty obedient when you’re not holding a gun,” he quips, taking a few steps towards you and patting down the extent of your arms, checking under your sleeves for the wire and any other armed items you could be carrying.

“Shut up, I’m not here for small talk, I’m here for the hostages. Where are they?” You stare up at the ceiling as his hands search all over your body.

“You tryna’ cop a feel, Jeon?” As shameful as it was to admit, your body was naturally reacting to his touch, slight goosebumps growing over your forearms, and the minute he bent down to wrap his hands around your leg, moving them up and down your black pants, you absentmindedly found yourself spreading your legs a little more, to which Jungkook caught on.

“I don’t know, but it looks like you’re enjoying yourself,” he looks up at you for a brief moment, both hands wrapped around your thigh as he moved them higher up, as if waiting for some kind of out-of-character reaction from you, but you didn’t let up.

Now Jungkook was face to face in front of you, his tatted hand landing on your shoulder and forcing you to turn your back towards him. Before you could even protest, he was pulling off the velcro of your bulletproof vest.

“I doubt you’ll need it. I don’t plan on killing my biggest fan,” he taunts, tossing the vest across the room before his hands snake their way under your arms, palms resting over your chest.

Once again, he was patting you down, much slower this time.

Jungkook was bound to feel the outline of the wire under your shirt,his hands skimming down your front, playing coy over your breasts, almost as if he was messing with you.

He doesn’t waste the opportunity to lightly squeeze over your clothed mounds, burying his head into the back of your neck and sighing.

“Is there a reason why you’re making me look for the wire rather than taking it out yourself?” he whispers, shifting his hands down to your stomach and sneaking his free hand under your shirt, feeling the wired material brush between his thumb and index finger.

Bingo.

You quickly grab onto his wrist in a bid to stop him, but Jungkook had already yanked the wire off your body, throwing it across the room with a satisfied smile.

Your last source of safety was gone. You were never gonna make it out alive.

Even though he’d already found the wire, his hand was still under your shirt, gently trailing over your stomach, but you didn’t know why you weren’t stopping him.

“Aw, poor detective L/N is letting me ‘cop a feel’ because she was too busy chasing me down her whole career..” he taunts again, skilfully popping off the buttons of your navy shirt. Before he could pull your shirt off completely, you press your back against him to push him off, walking away once he’d freed you from the cage, which was his body.

“I don’t give a fuck about that, Jeon. Just tell me where the hostages are.”

Jungkook liked you. He liked how determined you were and how stubborn you were. The multiple stand-offs you both had in the past made him grow kind of fond of you, and your body.

Constantly being on the run meant Jungkook never had the time to fuck.

Fucking a detective wouldn’t hurt.

“Aren’t you supposed to be a negotiator? I’m pretty sure you’re meant to meet my demands, before I hand over anything to you.”

You stood there with your arms crossed, staring at the god-awful attractive man in front of you, “Fine. What do you want?”

Jungkook pretends to think, pacing around the room before taking a seat on the worn out chair next to him, his hands toying with the trigger of his gun. “Come here, Y/N. We’re not gonna get anything done if we’re six feet apart.”

Your poor wire was sat across the room, probably unable to pick up anything that was being said from such a low frequency, yet you found yourself approaching him, a little more reserved than before.

“I could think of a few ways you could repay me for the hostages..” he starts, absentmindedly licking his bottom lip and reaching his hands out to grab your waist, pulling you down to sit on his lap.

You hated this.

But then you didn’t.

Oh, but you really did hate this.

Or maybe you didn’t..

“For starters, we can ditch the shirt.” He yanks your unbuttoned shirt off your body, exposing you to the cold of the worn out room.

Jungkook stared down at your cleavage like he’d never seen a woman before. Even if it looked like that, his actions were the opposite.

The gun in his free hand was brought up to your lips, fully loaded with his index finger teasing the trigger.

“Open your mouth, detective.”

Your blood ran cold. One tiny slip-up and he could easily blow your brains out. You didn’t dare to disobey, so you slowly let your mouth fall open, the cold metal of the gun already making its way into your mouth.

“Go on, wrap your lips around it, like how you’re gonna wrap your lips around my cock soon.”

You were doing this for the safety of the hostages. You wanted them out of here, alive and safe. If this was the only way to achieve that, then so be it.

You hesitantly wrap your lips around the barrel of the gun, the metallic taste of the metal taking over your taste buds and you had to resist the urge to gag.

The urge to fuck you with the gun was dawning upon him, but Jungkook was under strict time constraints.

“Hm..” Jungkook tilts his head back a bit, eyeing your form with such need and hunger, the ache between your legs grew stronger. He pushes the barrel deeper into your mouth, watching your eyes widen, “Let’s skip the formalities since you’ve got the whole police force waiting for you outside.”

He pulls the gun out of your mouth, admiring the glistening state of the barrel, taking a few licks of it himself.

He was sickly, and you found that oddly arousing.

Jungkook lifts you off his lap, stripping you of your work attire so you were stood there naked before him. The sight had his cock straining against his pants, and he didn’t have the patience for teasing and foreplay, and within a matter of seconds, Jungkook had pulled his cock out, now standing tall and hard and throbbing in his hold.

You do him the favour of discarding your undergarments, wanting to get this whole thing over and done with, but Jungkook could only mistake your rushed actions as eagerness.

God, you were such a beautiful woman under that atrocious police uniform you used to wear.

“Come sit on my cock, detective.”

This felt so demeaning. You were meant to be a detective for the city, a negotiator for the hostages, and now you were here, giving up your body for the safety of the public.

Thankfully, he rid you of the wire.

You set yourself on his lap once again, your folds sitting flush against the base of his cock. Jungkook could feel you throbbing, and it made him groan.

One subtle movement, and his raging cock had slipped into your tight hole, and before you could erupt a moan, Jungkook had shoved the gun into your mouth again, making you gag.

“Wouldn’t want the whole tri-state area to hear you cry on my cock,” he chuckles, one hand falling down to cup the flesh of your ass, squeezing and kneading the plump flesh in his hands.

“Tell me, who’s gonna protect you now, detective? You’re too busy playing hero for a bunch of strangers, you’ve got no one to defend you, how unfortunate.”

You knew he was trying to get in your head, but it wasn’t working. His cock drilling into you was doing the job for him, knocking the air out of her lungs as he mercilessly thrusted into her cunt.

“Stupid, stupid girl. All big and mighty on the field. Tell me, did you avoid arresting me all those times just so you could see me again?”

A lie. You would never let a criminal roam free.

The mess of slick and precum was dripping over his cock, the familiar sounds of squelching, skin slapping, and your muffled moans echoing around the empty room.

“Bet I could kill you, huh?,” your eyes widen, shaking your head in disagreement, and Jungkook could only laugh.

“The gun’s loaded, if you don’t make me cum in the next 5 minutes, you’re going down with the hostages.”

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Summary: You ask your mother for one more online class, but you realize that your homeschool classes weren’t what you thought they were. When your parents leave for an appointment at the fertility clinic, you find your brother in the worst way imaginable.

Warnings: death, handling of a corpse, reader is feeling depressed, themes of abuse, Jungkook’s body is cut into, mentions of infertility but not detailed

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“Mrs Jeon, it’s so nice to speak to you again. Of course, I wish it didn’t need to be under these circumstances. But alas… how are Jungkook and y/n doing? They must be so big now aren’t they?”

“They’re doing great. They are both in school, and have tons of friends.”

“I am happy to hear that. I understand from my assistant that you’re hoping to book another appointment at our clinic?”

“Yes, I am hoping to have our third child… as soon as possible.” Your mother commented, not caring about the senseless small talk.

The woman on the other end let out a short chuckle. “Isn’t that the goal for every soon to be parent? Hmm.. I could book you for Tuesday or Friday next week for a consultation?”

“Next week?!” When your mother realized that she had raised her voice, she quickly calmed down, not wanting to set off any alarm bells with this woman on the phone.

“…Isn’t there an option to do it faster? Like tomorrow?”

“I could squeeze in a spot on Monday.”

“I see..” Disappointment dripped from your mother’s voice.

“I am sorry mrs Jeon, but like last time, every fertility appointment request requires rigorously testing. We need to do another psychological test, and check the quality of your husband’s semen, and do some health tests… if I could’ve sped up the process for you, I would have. But this is out of my control.”

“No, it’s fine. I understand. Monday is great, I will let my husband know.” Your mother spoke with a sweet smile. “Have a great day.” With that, she hung up.

“Stupid bitch…”

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Your mother was clearing the table while you sat on the chair - waiting for your father to take you by the arm to lead you back upstairs; to the mattress that became your second home.

“Mom…”

“What?” She snapped - the woman who posed as your kind and loving mother was long gone.

“Could I… have my lessons for one more time, please?” You eyed your father who brought down some boxes from upstairs and placed them in the living room. “Just… I want to make some good memories before I am gone, if that is okay with you?” You glanced back at her, dwindling your thumbs as you waited for her response to your seemingly innocent request.

“Hmmm…” She thought as she brought the stack of plates to the kitchen. “I don’t see why not.” The woman decided as she dumped the dirty dishes in the soap water. “But your father and I are leaving soon. So, twenty minutes max.”

“Alright, thank you mom…” It was messed up that you had to thank this monster for the opportunity to do some assignments, but there was not much you could do but tiptoe around those two until you had a way out.

But unfortunately, as your laptop was left untouched for almost a whole week, the charge had died and you needed to let it charge for about ten minutes before it would turn back on. Your mother was unforgivable and didn’t bother giving you ten minutes extra.

Of course, you couldn’t give a shit about your classes, especially not in a situation like this, but there was a particular button that you never had to use before, as your mother always remained right by your side; it was the ‘need help?’ button that popped up on the right bottom of the screen everytime you logged in.

Help you needed, urgently.

As you clicked on the button, you were brought to a database of articles, and you scrolled down to the bottom, where another button showed what you were looking for:

Contact our online teachers for any questions!

Before you pressed the button, your eyes shifted to both your parents. First, you checked what your mother was doing, and you saw that she had her back turned to you as she was doing the dishes. Second, your father was taping the boxes shut, far too distracted to notice what you were doing.

This was it.

You pressed the button.

‘This feature is not available in the demo.

Please purchase a subscription.’

…What the fuck?

You started pressing other pages on the homeschooling platform; history, available courses… everything that wasn’t your homework and assignments tabs.

‘History feature is only available for premium accounts’

‘For more available course programs please visit our website’

No, no, no. This couldn’t possibly mean what you thought it meant. There was no way that you have been homeschooling yourself on some sort of dummy account that wasn’t connected to anything - to no organization nor teachers checking your sent in work.

What the hell have you been doing all these years?

“Times up.” Your mother announced as she returned to the living room, drying her hands with a towel. “Shut off the laptop and go upstairs.”

Now that you got some of your strength back, you were able to walk upstairs alongside your father, before you’d lay down on the drenched in all sorts of dirt mattress and watch him secure the cuff on your ankle.

“Have a nice day, dad.” Somewhere deep inside of you, you hoped that killing them with kindness would give you any advantages but so far they didn’t waver from their end goal, and your execution date was nearing.

When? You weren’t quite sure. After their announcement, your parents simply pretended like that conversation never happened, and you wondered if it was some sort of sadistic trick, and that they’d murder you when you’d least expect it.

-

You escaped from the snare that was suppose to keep you tied to the bed, and you went to Jungkook’s room.

Your parents had mentioned that Jungkook’s room would go to your brother and sister, and they had already began stripping the wallpaper of one side of the room, while a few packed boxes remained in his room.

In his room there was one special item, one item that you wanted to hold on to, so that your parents wouldn’t throw it away; the photo of you and Jungkook along with the baby necklace. It must’ve meant a lot to him and he would be devastated if it was gone.

But you couldn’t hide it; if you kept it on yourself, your parents would surely notice, and the door to your bedroom was locked. So…

You headed to the basement.

Surely, your parents wouldn’t notice if you stuck the photo back in the album and disposed of the necklace somewhere in the bottom of the boxes.

You pushed the door open and made your way in the dark room. As you knew from memory where the box was, you zoomed right at it in a straight line, before something blocked your way and you tripped over it, banging your knee on the way down. You whined as you rolled over to your side and held onto your knee, squeezing your eyes shut as you gritted your teeth.

“Ow, ow, ow…” You whimpered before forcing yourself back up, clicking one of the lights on.

Your feet froze to the ice cold floor as your brain tried to process what was laying in the middle of the floor. “J…J…” You stammered as you scrambled backwards, as your eyes locked into the lifeless frame of the dead body before you.

An ear piercing scream bounced off the basement walls as you watched the motionless body of your brother. You dropped to your knees, head to the floor, not willing to accept that he was gone. You grabbed him by the shoulders and started to shake him; doing everything from slapping him in the face, to hitting him against the chest, to even trying to get a reaction out of him by tickling him. You wanted him to laugh, jump down the stairs, roll his eyes at your dumb comments, heck even hit you, and to open his eyes and tell you that this was one of his cruel jokes, but luck hasn’t been on your side nowadays.

Nothing worked.

“Please don’t leave me.”

He had passed on, this was not him but a corpse.

“I can’t do this alone, Jungkook, I don’t know how to get out. Mom and dad… they’re monsters, something must’ve taken over them. Dad he… he, back then, you showed me it didn’t have to hurt, but dad, he didn’t care, he just… Jungkook, I don’t know what to do, I am lost. I don’t know anything, please don’t leave. I need you.”

Nothing.

Your parents took your brother away. The only thing that brought you happiness.

They didn’t give a damn.

Now that you dared to look closer at his body, you noticed scratches… no, writings all over his body.

homewrecker worthless piece of shit go to hell fucked in the head bitch

Cruel words that were cut into his skin.

You sat in silence for what felt like forever before you managed to speak up again.

“This belongs to you, Jungkook. I thought… you’d appreciate it.” You moved closer to him, prying his fingers apart and placing the photo in his palm, before wrapping his fingers around it.

“Here…” All your tears were spent and there was no water left to spill, as you unbuckled the bracelet and clicked it around his wrist. “There… you go.” You sat in silence, staring at the photo he was now holding.

“Hah…” Your lips spread into a wide grin as you bursted into laughter, your fingers digging into your cheeks as your nails cut into your skin.

Your eyes shifted round and round as the laughter was replaced with screeches cutting into your throat as hopeless tears forced itself out of your eyes.

You had lost your mind.

-

With empty eyes, you walked down the stairs, slowly, step by step, as if you were in a trance, as you held onto a stack of clothing.

Jungkook didn’t deserve to be found by detectives in his boxers, no, he wasn’t a disposable toy that your parents could throw away as if he never meant anything.

Maybe not to them, but he meant something to you.

“Jungkook… I am going to put these on you, okay?” You weren’t sure why you were waiting for a reply…

You held his cold foot as you pulled his favorite pants onto his legs. Then, you unzipped the jacket that laid next to you.

It was his favorite jersey.

“Jungkook, come here…” You took his arm and pulled him up, closing your eyes as you didn’t want to see the way his head hung backwards as you lifted him up to sit.

“I-“ You whimpered when he fell forward, his face laying against your shoulders.

His soft locks brushed against your neck…

Your fingers brushed across his soft locks, pressing his body against yours, wanting to feel him one last time.

You weren’t hugging a corpse, no, no, this was your brother.

“I love you.” You whispered, despite knowing he couldn’t hear it.

But you wanted him to leave in love, not in the horror your parents must’ve put him through.

But Jungkook’s body was too heavy, and he started to slip out of your arms and you just about missed his arm as you tried to stop him from falling and hitting his head on the floor.

“Ugh…”

What… what was that?

“JUNGKOOK!” You crawled over to him, turning him on his back. “Are you alive? Oh my god!” You saw his eyebrows frown as another small groan left his bruised lips.

“Jungkook! Please, tell me that you’re alive.”

His eyes opened but he didn’t seem to be staring at anything specific - it was as if he was staring at nothing.

But his eyes opened and that was most important right now.

You knew what he needed most, food and drinks.

“Wait here-“ You hurried upstairs, pausing at the basement door to make sure that your parents didn’t return yet, and when you were sure they were still gone, you headed to the kitchen and went back to the basement as fast as you could.

“It’s your favorite…” You held the straw to his lips. “You love banana milk, can you taste it? I got it from the fridge, please, Jungkook.” You squeezed into the bottle, some of the liquid dribbling down his face and creating a small puddle on the floor, but some of it he did manage to drink.

“How is it?” You whispered. “I got some grapes too…” Sadly, you could’ve only taken a handful, as you were worried that your parents might’ve noticed if you had taken too many. “I know it’s not much but there were only two slices of bread left and it would be too obvious if I took that.” You explained, not even sure if he could hear you, but you didn’t let that stop you.

You popped a grape into his mouth, and at first, you were tempted to pry it out as nothing happened, but slowly, he did start to chew, and when his mouth was empty, you tucked another grape in.

Despite this being the only interaction between you two - as you knew it wouldn’t take long until your parents would return - you were relieved that Jungkook had showed some sign of life.

Finally… you had hope again.

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drug of choice- J. Jk.

Jungkook x Reader

Warnings: Explicit Language, SMUT, jealous/possessive! Jungkook

Disclaimers: my first ever KPOP fanfic LOL. Jk is my bias so I hope this is good. Also, remember this is ALL FICTIONAL

Word Count: 4, 434 words

Summary: Jungkook will never give you more than what you two have. To him it’s just sex but to you it’s so much more. You knew you shouldn’t have fallen but you couldn’t help it. 

A/n: EEK!! First bts fanfic I’m so excited. Jk is my absolute fave :)))

***

You fucking hated this.

You shift uncomfortably in your seat as the guy who’d approached you to buy you a drink speaks passionately about what he’s majoring in and try to look even remotely interested in what he’s saying.

This was a joke. It had to be.

The one day you decide to stop moping and actually go out to have some fun just so happens to be the day he goes out too? Was the universe against you or something?

You could feel his gaze boring into your back even from across the room, could practically see those slick, distinctly honey toned eyes sticking daggers in your skin even though your own eyes were on another guy.

You tried to ignore him sitting by the bar with a pretty brunette upon entering the packed club, but the hot stab of pain was sharply in contrast to the cool numbness you’d been subjected to these past few weeks without him and you had found your eyes glued to his figure despite your head screeching at you to act as if you hadn’t noticed him in the first place.

The feeling wasn’t impartial, though. Because his eyes met yours and for a second, you caught his expression slipping into one similar to something like pain and even…wistfulness?

Though you were sure that wasn’t possible because he had been the one to push you away. Why would he miss you if what you had meant nothing to him?

You hated the way your body reacted anytime he was near, it was like animal instinct when it came to him. Everything just felt…natural.

And regardless of whether it was just your body’s reaction to him, how could you not notice Jeon Jungkook when he was in any room?

You abhorred admiting it, but hating his guts didn’t make him any less gorgeous. If anything, it made the tight black leather jacket, slightly unbuttoned shirt he wore underneath, skinny jeans and his trusty combat boots look that much more infuriatingly alluring on his impressive body.

You felt as if just looking at him, you were hurting your pride, but couldn’t help it. A hellish indecisiveness that left you with nothing but a quick beating heart you had to somehow glue back together after he’d viciously stomped on it.

‘Be strong,’ you thought to yourself and finally ripped your gaze from his and you refused to do much as glance his way for the rest of the night.

And exactly else could you do? You two had gone from what you had thought was your most intimate relationship to complete strangers again in a matter of months all because…

Because you wanted more.

At the thought, your heart grows heavy and a painful lump forms in your throat. Doubt clouds your heart, blurring your vision and burning behind your eyes and nose.

Fuck.

Maybe you had made a mistake, asking him to give you more than what you both had, maybe just maybe, you should’ve taken what crumbs of his affection he was offering and have felt content with it.

Suddenly feeling a little too suffocated by it all, you abruptly jolt up from your seat, smiling tightly at the cute blonde, Jamie.

“I’m going to the restroom, be right back.” And with that you practically run away from the table, unable to continue being there for much longer.

Your heels clack on the ground as you approach the bathrooms in the back of the club. Surprisingly, there isn’t a long line to wait in and there aren’t any stalls so you are able to easily slide into the single-toilet bathroom.

Once inside, away from all the thumping music, loud voices and watchful eyes, you breathe out a breath of relief.

Tonight was supposed to be fun, for fuck’s sake. A day away from all the Jungkook drama, away from all the pain you’d come to connote with him. And yet here he was!

You groan, wincing when you remember your last time together in the same room. It was easily one of the most painful days of your life…

Tears ran down your face, hot and salty as they fell into your parted mouth, heaving with labored breaths and gut wrenching sobs.

“So all of this,” you wave around you aggressively. “It meant nothing? Nothing at all?!”

Jungkook’s eyes look into yours, his mouth pressed into a thin line and his arms crossed over his chest tightly. He’s leaning against the opposite wall, wearing only his pajama pants. Under different circumstances the sight would’ve been more than enough to distract you, but right now it was the least fo your worries. 

You had been eating breakfast when you finally got the guts to tell Jungkook how you felt about him- how you really felt about him, not all that feinged passionate pillowtalk- though it didn’t go like you thought.

“You’re twisting my words,” he mutters quietly. “I said, this isn’t what we agreed to when we began…” he trails off, waving a hand as if to say “to do that”.

Your gaze hardens and you glare at him, gripping the edges of his t-shirt which you had hastily thrown on to make him breakfast tightly.

“No, you can say it Jungkook. To have sex,” you try to remain strong, but your voice cracks at the last word and it opens the floodgates gates as fresh tears resurface in your eyes. You blink hard. “Because that’s all this ever was right?” You croak.

You wait for him to deny it- to fiercely confess just how much you really mean to him and how bad he wants you to be his…but it never comes. 

Instead…silence. Defeaning and empty and utterly soul-crushing. 

And that was it. That day, you walked away from his apartment and him in a trail of tears. At the reminder, your chest begins to ache again and you press your lips together, staring at the mirror and building your resolve. 

“You’re not doing this today Y/n. Not anymore, you whisper to your mirror self, turning the faucet on with a tiny sigh and leaning down. You wet your face, closing your eyes and letting the cool water calm your racing thoughts and flushed skin. 

It was ridiculous that he still had this effect on you and especially without having so much as touched you. 

You hated him. Hated that he had this power over you even when he had hurt you so deeply. 

You raise your head, using a papertowel to pat it dry before turning your eyes back to the mirror, except the view that awaits you is not only of you, but of a figure…an awfully familiar one. 

A horiffied gasp rips itself from your throat and you spin around briskly, hand pressed to your painfully pulsating heart. 

Jungkook stands there, sexy and calm as ever, while you gape at him. 

“J-Jungkook,” you breathe unsteadily, feeling like something was crushing your chest. 

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Art by Wayne Chan

New armys: ☺😚---😲😳

Old armys: 🤦🏻‍♀️

This is so cute 🥺😭😄💗💗💗

please stay by my side | 03 | JJK

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre/Tags: angst, hurt/comfort, more angst but pls trust me, side taegi if you squint (bec i made a mistake in the 2nd chapter lol but they’re here!!), miscommunication, there’s a mention of a hypothetical wound somewhere here but you’ll be fine, FLUFF, yes there is FLUFF, (failed) attempt at humor

Chapter: 3 out of 3 (we are finally at the end, yeoreubun!)

Chapter Word count: 8.8k 🥂

A/N: aaah it’s here! ヾ(´∀｀○)ﾉ this is a heavily edited version of the original so please forgive me if there are any errors. the scenes in italic are flashbacks! i want to thank each and every reader for patiently waiting for this. i hope it was worth the wait! i won’t keep you, see you on the other side!

🌿 for new readers, hello!: part 01 | part 02 🌿

Keep reading

please stay by my side | 03 | JJK

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre/Tags: angst, hurt/comfort, more angst but pls trust me, side taegi if you squint (bec i made a mistake in the 2nd chapter lol but they’re here!!), miscommunication, there’s a mention of a hypothetical wound somewhere here but you’ll be fine, FLUFF, yes there is FLUFF, (failed) attempt at humor

Chapter: 3 out of 3 (we are finally at the end, yeoreubun!)

Chapter Word count: 8.8k 🥂

A/N: aaah it’s here! ヾ(´∀｀○)ﾉ this is a heavily edited version of the original so please forgive me if there are any errors. the scenes in italic are flashbacks! i want to thank each and every reader for patiently waiting for this. i hope it was worth the wait! i won’t keep you, see you on the other side!

🌿 for new readers, hello!: part 01 | part 02 🌿

Keep reading