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JUNGKOOK FANFIC RECOMMENDATION (10) ˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧

💚 Banter | Superhero!Jungkook X Supervillain!Reader | OneShot | @littlemisskookie

💚 Send Me a Pic | Jungkook x female reader | OneShot | @74jeon

💚 new beginnings | Ceo!jungkook x figureskater!oc | OneShot | @nochukoo97

💚 LOVE ON ICE | Jungkook × reader | OneShot | @btsbrat

💚 heajix | jungkook/reader | alien!au | OneShot | @httpjeon

💚 Our Time | Detective!Jk x Graphic Designer!OC | OneShot | @taestefully-in-luv

💚 please please PLEASE! | JK X Reader | Drabble | @aajjks

💚 domestic daydreams | influencer jungkook x f. reader | OneShot | @euphoricfilter

💚 the right choice | college student! jk x college student! oc | OneShot | @honeytae

💚 Eye-Opener | Jungkook x Reader | Series | @taeshobipop

💚 paid in full | StepBrother!JK X Reader | Series | @trivia-yandere

💚 white lies | athlete!jungkook x reader | OneShot | @noteguk

💚 Secret Slut | Personal Assistant!Jungkook x CEO!Reader | TwoShot | @jeonsweetpea

💚 Marked Kisses | Yandere!JK X Reader | Series | @74jeon

💚 tis the damn season’ | jungkook x reader | @jqngkooz

💚 WELCOME TO THE HEARTBREAK SHOW | kind-of-tsundere!jungkook x female!reader | OneShot | @numinousher 

💚 Home for the Holidays | idol!Jungkook x female reader | OneShot | @writemywaytoyourheart

💚 closer | dongsaeng jungkook × noona reader | OneShot | @blublublujk

💚 Everything In You | Jungkook x f. Reader  | OneShot | @jjungkookislife

💚 pent up stress | husband!jungkook x wife!reader | OneShot | @rrjkive

💚 How to Get a Guy. | Jungkook x Reader | TwoShot | @taeshobipop

💚 Chasing Shadows | Jungkook x f.Reader | OneShot | @colormepurplex2

💚 PROPOSALS | Jeongguk x reader | OneShot | @pjxmin

💚 Something Wicked This Way Comes | Jungkook X Reader | OneShot | @softyoongiionly

💚 La Belle et la Bête | Jungkook X Reader | OneShot | @chaoticpuff17

💚 I Don't Share | Idol!Jeon Jungkook x Back up Dancer!fem reader | OneShot | @atinystraynstay

💚 holi-blaze | dealer!jeon jungkook x (f)reader | Series | @darklingjeon

💚 desperation | jungkook x reader | OneShot | @jungkwok

💚 Workaholic | ceo!jungkook x wife!reader | TwoShot | @kookxmira

This fic made my heart melt Nd has to be one of my all time fav Kook fics bc it literally felt so real Nd sweet and I just love it so much!!! A must read !

falling into you (pt. 1)

Pt. 2 | Pt. 3 | Pt. 4

→scenario: Jungkook’s innocence is like a breath of fresh air in your wild life, and though you know you’re toxic for him, you just can’t seem to stay away.

→genre: college au (smut themes)

→word count: 11,249

It was during your fourth year of college that you first met Jeon Jungkook.

The moon was rising, vibrant splashes of orange and pink from the waning sunset starting to fade into the pale, royal blue that came along with the approaching night, and stars were beginning to scatter across the clear sky as the soft dusting shed some light onto the forest path through the shrouded branches of the trees surrounding you.

This was how you spent most of your nights: sitting around a rickety, wooden picnic table in the middle of a nature trail passing a blunt between your group of friends. The trail was abandoned in the forest off to the side of one of the campus buildings; you never knew which one, because you never cared to find out. Either way, it was this part of the woods that was abandoned by the environmental club after they had moved onto their next project, therefore becoming known as the stoner’s trail.

You didn’t know how you ended up living this kind of lifestyle—a lifestyle that included skipping school and engaging in illegal activities almost every night to take the edge off. As a senior at the university, you had already fallen into a routine that seemed to follow you ever since your first year as a student here.

Once upon a time you were seeing everything as exciting and new through the wide eyes of a curious freshman, but after you met the rebellious group of friends you had now, you started to spend a lot less time studying and a lot more time partying. You liked to think of it as a phase (everyone experiments in college, right?) but the longer you spent your days like this year after year, the more you began to realize that you were digging yourself into a hole you knew you wouldn’t be able to get out of.

But the worst part was, you couldn’t bring yourself to care. The crazy, wild nights that you had become so accustomed to made it hard to stop. You felt so alive when you were being daring and reckless and stupid; you felt so free. And nothing, not even fleeting worries about the near future that you would get whenever you looked at your grades, could take that feeling away from you.

It happened after one of your evening hangouts by the picnic table. You were casually strolling through campus from the trail, high off of the drugs in your system (though you all had built up a pretty high tolerance by now) and fueled by the night that seemed to put a certain spring in your step that the sunlight couldn’t. You were used to things being this way; you preferred to dance in the shadows of darkness, escaping the troubles of everyday life and living by the tides of the moon. You didn’t have a care in the world, and that was how you liked it. You were truly free.

It was during this intoxicated stupor as your body twirled through the night, enjoying the feeling of the wind in your hair and the cool breeze against your cheeks, tingeing them a light shade of pink in the crisp autumn air, that you bumped into him.

The feeling came out of nowhere—suddenly there was something that appeared out of nothing, and you were tumbling down, down, down until you felt the grass beneath your hands and your body lying on top of something that was definitely not the ground.

“Oof!” The person underneath you let out a whoosh of breath when both of you were sent toppling over, the hard impact almost knocking the wind out of you.

“Ow,” you winced in pain, pausing to get your bearings straight before slowly lifting yourself back to your feet. “Watch where you’re going, dumbass!”

The person quickly gathered their books before scrambling to their feet. “Sorry, oh my god I’m so sorry,” they stuttered frantically, and it was then that you were brought face to face with the most beautiful person you had ever seen.

Breathtaking. That was the only word you could think of to describe this boy, and even then it didn’t do him enough justice. There was no possible way he was from the same planet as you; you weren’t even sure if he was really human. His dark, raven hair hung effortlessly over his pale skin that glowed brightly beneath the moonlight, radiating the twinkle of the stars back off of him and making him appear ethereal, as if he had an everlasting halo shimmering around his body. His jawline was sharp and defined, his lips were delicate and pink, his body was tall and lean—but what really caught your attention were his big, sparkling brown eyes that were peering back at you with worry and apprehension in them. Something about them were so enchanting; the way they were full of innocence and wonder gave him this youthful, boyish charm that seemed to captivate you all at once. You had met many different types of people during your three years of adventuring here in this city, but never had you seen someone quite like him—never had someone quite literally taken your breath away the moment you laid eyes on them. He was absolutely magical.

The boy gave you a deep bow, his movements rigid and his body stiff as he clutched his books that had just been on the ground by his side. “So sorry again,” he mumbled nervously, avoiding your eyes as he stared down at the ground and chewed on his bottom lip. With that he side-stepped around you and hurried to continue his walk down the dark, desolate sidewalk.

“Wait!” You called out before you knew what you were doing, walking over to where he abruptly halted his steps. You desperately racked your brain for something, anything to say so you could continue to be in his presence, even if just for a little while longer. “Are you okay?”

When you looked up at him, you saw he had the same wide, shy expression in his eyes as if he was petrified of you. “What? Oh, y–yeah, I’m fine. Don’t worry about me,” he managed to spit out, still staring down at the sidewalk by your feet.

You crossed your arms over your chest, the hint of a smirk playing at your lips as you raised an eyebrow and craned your neck down so your face was in his line of sight. “What are you doing out here alone so late anyways?” You inquired, straightening up with satisfaction when you saw his gaze finally flicker to you.

“I– I have a night class,” he explained, the worry still laced within his tone despite the fact that he was now making eye contact with you—albeit his head was still tilted towards the ground, so he was looking at you behind the protection of his dark eyelashes, but it was still eye contact nonetheless.

Before you could reply, he suddenly turned away, mumbling an apology and throwing you a quick bow before scurrying down the sidewalk.

“Wait!” You called out, realizing you had never gotten his name. But it was too late; he was far out of earshot now, and he wasn’t turning back around again.

It was during his first year of college that Jungkook first met Y/N.

He was on his way back to his dorm room from his second art class of the week, which was from 7-8:50 at night, so when he exited the brightly-lit building and stepped outside into the crisp September air, the sky above him was completely void of anything but twinkling stars amidst the darkness.

As a new freshman, straight out of high school only just a few months ago, Jungkook was overwhelmed to say the least. He had gotten into one of the largest universities in the area, making campus life exciting for anyone and everyone who enjoyed meeting new faces and experiencing new things.

Jeon Jungkook was not one of those people.

He had always been the shy type—an introvert, someone who kept to themselves and bottled away their feelings and emotions, only letting loose and opening up for the few people they were close to in their life. Jungkook only had four of those people: both of his parents, who loved him dearly and constantly checked up on him to see how college was going; his older brother, Junghyun, who was in the army as of late; and his best friend, Jihyuk, who graduated with him and had gone off to some prestigious law school. Other than that, Jungkook was a loner, an outcast, someone who worked hard in class and made good grades and didn’t have any time to meet new people and experience new things because he was always studying. When he didn’t have anything to study, Jungkook would find other ways to occupy his time—reading, playing video games, watching anime, even drawing or dancing or singing. Yet there was one thing all of his hobbies had in common: none of them involved spending time with others. And that was exactly the way he liked it.

That being said, Jungkook wasn’t a total social hermit; he knew many of the rumors floating around campus and had heard his new classmates talk about all the different crowds and which people were in them. Though the masses were too mingled and skewed to be split up into specific cliques, he still had a pretty good idea of the different types of people that went to his university. And he didn’t like the sound of any one of them.

He knew good and well that he had chosen a ‘party’ school to spend four years at to get his degree; he knew good and well of all the fraternities and sororities that were on campus, knew that there was a different party on each floor of the dorms every night. Jungkook knew good and well that his high values and ideals and morals would be outnumbered here. But did he care?

Not one single bit.

He just needed to graduate with a bachelor’s degree in computer science so he could begin his career as a video game designer and make his family the fortune that he always promised them. His trivial desires such as performing and art were just pipe-dreams; they weren’t ever going to get him anywhere in life or pay his family’s bills. He just needed to get into the easiest university he could find, get out, and make his loved ones proud. Things like meeting people and experiencing new things weren’t important to Jungkook. He wasn’t at college for himself; he was here for his family.

That being said, Jungkook didn’t particularly enjoy being out at 9 o'clock on a Wednesday night. He much preferred the isolation and seclusion of his room. There was nobody around in his room; his roommate was always out, and even when he wasn’t, it’s not like the two of them ever talked. Jungkook didn’t know a single thing about him, and that’s exactly how he wanted it. There was nobody for him to meet, nobody to peer-pressure him into partying or drinking or smoking or any of the other bad things his fellow colleagues partook in.

So that’s why when Jungkook found himself face to face with the same girl he had ran into just two nights prior, he was more than perturbed to say the least.

Though he hated to admit it, everything about the girl had intrigued him. She was absolutely breathtaking, with her eyes glazed over in a sparkling daze and the scent of something that reminded him of smoked honey and vanilla wafting from her body as the wind whipped through her hair. She had stood in front of him that unorthodox Monday night, her form exuding confidence as her hand rested comfortably on her hip, and Jungkook had been rendered completely speechless.

Not only was he not used to being spoken to, but he wasn’t used to being spoken to by a girl—a pretty girl, at that. Though nothing about this girl put her in the realm of simply “pretty”; she was more, so much more than that, and Jungkook was sure he had made a complete fool of himself by bumping into her and knocking them both onto the pavement.

Not to mention, she had then chased after him and hounded him with questions afterwards. Jungkook had already been distressed enough; he didn’t need someone who was obviously older and more superior than him to give him a hard time about it. He just wanted to shrink away and hide within the warm blankets of his bed in his dorm room, away from nerve-wracking situations such as girls or social interactions. He didn’t need to open his mouth and make an even bigger fool of himself than he already had.

Therefore, seeing her standing effortlessly in front of him on the sidewalk right now, her posture stoic against the wind and rather intimidating to the skittish freshman, was enough to make him want to shrivel up and die of fear.

“Hi,” her soft voice spoke to him, causing his heart to hammer relentlessly in his chest and his feet to slow to a stop no matter how hard he tried to make them speed up. “I thought I would see you here again.”

Before he knew it his feet were starting back up again, seeming to have a mind of their own as he hurried past her. He was desperate to get away from this girl who put him out of his comfort zone, wanting nothing more than to retreat back to safety before he had an actual heart attack.

“Wait!” He heard her lovely voice flittering through the air, practically rendering him with deja vu from the first time they had met, and he felt himself slow back down again and turn around.

He couldn’t help but avoid the eyes that had enraptured him the first night, instead choosing to stare at her beat-up combat boots as his mind worked a mile a minute. The fact that she was even in front of him right now was mind-blowing enough—much less talking to him. She was actually giving him the time of day, someone who he knew absolutely nothing about and who knew absolutely nothing about him. And yet, there was only one question that came to mind no matter how many times he wracked the depths of his brain for something clever or interesting or charming to say: why?

“W–why are you here?” He gulped, finally feeling his feet start to move as he backed away from her. “What do you want from me?”

He couldn’t see her face—only her shoes as she took a tentative step towards him. “Want from you?” She asked, her sweet voice sounding puzzled. “I… I don’t want anything from you. I just wanted to say hi.”

Now that perplexed him. He found himself unable to keep from looking up at her once the words fell from her lips, noticing the way the corners of them were turned down in a frown as she watched him with concern. Why was she putting this kind of pressure on him right now? What had he done to deserve this?

“Hi?” He repeated, not caring how pathetic he must’ve sounded as he stared at her with wide, confused eyes. “Why do you want to say hi to me?”

It was now the girl’s turn to pause with hesitation. He watched in pure fascination as she looked down at the ground, nibbling on her bottom lip nervously before she seemed to suddenly gather her courage and look back up at him.

“What’s your name?” She asked with conviction.

Jungkook continued to eye her warily, still skeptical about her interest in him. This girl was beautiful—a spectacle to the eye far greater than he had ever seen. He could tell she was better than he would ever be just by the way she carried herself; what did she want with him?

“Jungkook…” He reluctantly told her, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

“Jungkook,” she repeated, more to herself than to him, and he swore he had never heard his name sound so divine in his life. Suddenly she was extending her hand to him, the gesture filling him with anxiety. “I’m Y/N.”

Y/N. Jungkook had heard that name before, floating between the mouths of his classmates as he eavesdropped on the gossip they were discussing during the lesson. He knew he had heard it; it was on the tip of his tongue, but no matter how hard he thought, he just couldn’t remember what they had been saying about her.

He stared down at her hand as if it was a foreign object, fear lodging its way into his throat as he thought about touching her skin. It’s just a handshake, he mentally scolded himself for his irrational stupidity. Just do it already!

He then reached out his hand, forming it into a fist before flexing his fingers to mask the shakiness that teemed his buzzing nerves. And then she was taking his hand, her’s smaller and fitting perfectly into his, and sending a jolt of electricity up his arm and down his spine.

This was too much.

Suddenly Jungkook was pulling away, stuffing the feeling away in his pocket and shuffling back before scurrying down the sidewalk towards the dorms. He didn’t want to be out of his comfort zone; he didn’t want to feel these weird feelings in his stomach and meet new people and experience new things. He wanted to escape into solitude—to put his earbuds in his ears and listen to his music while he studied until sleep slowly overcame him and drifted him off into the abyss of his dreams.

He didn’t want to learn anything about the intriguing girl named Y/N, no matter how much his fluttering heart told him otherwise. Not then, not now, and not ever.

Jungkook had pushed the girl out of his head, overdosing on textbooks and lecture notes that were online as a way to pass the time so he could spend less of it thinking about her. The only time he couldn’t shut his mind off from her was at night while he was laying in bed, swallowed by the darkness and consumed by the loud thoughts in his head that contrasted with the absolute silence of his room. Even then, he had to keep himself occupied by turning on his phone to play games or reading until he physically couldn’t hold his eyes open anymore, exhaustion hitting him like a ton of bricks and knocking him out before she had time to squeeze her way into his dreams.

He didn’t know why she was affecting him so much; they had only seen each other twice, and even then, only for a minute or two. He wanted to believe it was just because she was a girl who had spoken to him—something that didn’t happen quite often—but he knew that wasn’t the case. Even when girls had talked to him before, it never felt like this. The acceleration of his heartbeat and the fluttering of his stomach were pleasant feelings this time, rather than only being built off of anxiety and dread like usual. He didn’t know why he let it get to him so much when she probably wasn’t wasting an ounce of her energy thinking about him; she’d probably forgotten about him entirely, in fact. After all, she seemed radiant and courageous and charming and everything that Jungkook wasn’t. What would someone like her want to do with someone like him, who was too pathetic to even shake her hand?

That’s why the next time Jungkook walked out of his art class, he was absolutely stunned to see Y/N waiting for him on the sidewalk once again.

He knew he probably shouldn’t have been—after all, this was the place they’d seen each other the last two times he’d left class. One of the reasons it surprised him, though, was because it was a Friday night. Weren’t most students out partying at this hour? He didn’t know anything about Y/N, but judging from her beauty, her confidence, and the faint smell of smoke that usually lingered under her sweet fragrance, he suspected that she was probably the partying type.

“Hello, Jungkook,” she smiled calmly and stepped forward as he approached.

He hadn’t been ready for that. He felt his breath hitch at the sound of her voice; did she really just say his name? She actually remembered it?

“Um,” he managed to squeak out, avoiding her enrapturing gaze by looking at her shoes again. Beat-up combat boots, same as before. “H–hi?” He stuttered, the word sounding more like a question than a greeting.

“You know, I really do wish you’d look at me while you spoke,” he heard her say, her tone light and playful.

Heat started to prickle in his palms as his nerves jolted up to form a lump in his throat. She always insisted that he make eye contact with her—why?! Didn’t she know that just being in her mere presence was enough to make him almost shit his pants?

He gulped, swallowing his anxiety and closing his eyes before opening them back up on her. He felt the air whoosh from his lungs when he did; she was breathtaking, as always. He watched as she peered up at him with a small smile, her eyes twinkling in the moonlight and her hair dancing in wisps around her face in the light breeze, making her appear absolutely enchanting in front of him.

“Why?” He heard himself ask before he could second-guess his decision to speak.

He watched as the girl’s seemingly-unwavering confidence vanished like a deflating balloon, the smile faltering from her lips and a rosy-pink blush dusting over her cheeks—a sight that made his heart pound even heavier in his chest.

There was a second’s pause that he was sure was going to be the death of him; the air around them had grown thick with tension, silence echoing in their ears louder than any noise ever could—or maybe he was just imagining things.

Not even a second later she was blinking as if she had just woken from a trance, the confidence returning to her at once as she cleared her throat and looked at him with the same mischievous glint in her eye.

“I’d like to go on a date with you, Jungkook.”

The abrupt statement caused the air in Jungkook’s lungs to catch in his throat, completing halting his breathing and ultimately choking him. He sputtered out a relentless cough. “You—you what?!” He gasped as he tried to regain control of his breath.

“A date,” Y/N looked at him fixedly, her mouth curving upwards in a smirk as she folded her arms across her chest. “You and me. What do you say?”

“N–no! What?” He spat in bewilderment, his mind still reeling as he tried to wrap his brain around what was happening right now. Why would she want to go on a date with him—was this a prank? “What are you talking about?”

He watched as her eyebrows furrowed together in a frown. She took a step forward before seeming to second-guess herself and deciding to plant her feet where she stood instead of moving any closer. “Look, I know it might sound weird since we don’t know each other at all, but I’d like that to change. We could go out tonight or some other time this weekend, that part is up to you. I’d just like to go on a date.”

The resolution in her tone and the determination on her face had his thoughts all over the place, theory and logic and reason all skewed in the whirlwind of emotions that were going through his head right now. Her proposition still boggled him, but he tried to push that aside for now as he scrambled for something to say, feeling the pressure of her eyes on him while she waited for an answer.

On one hand, he wanted to say yes; oh, who was he kidding. Of course he wanted to say yes. She was the most fascinating girl he had ever seen, her beauty and aura and everything about her puzzling him to the point of teetering insanity. It was only in his dreams did he ever think someone like her would ask him out, and he found himself getting lost in his head as he thought about what they would do on their date if they went. He imagined a little restaurant where people normally spent their first dates, him pulling out the chair for her and getting to look upon her smiling face for as long as he wanted until they had to leave. Then they would walk hand in hand on the pier by the lake, discussing their lives and thoughts and ideas, their biggest fears and their plans for the future and their views on the world. He would learn what made her tick, learn the way her mind worked and how the enthralling girl lived her life so differently from his. Jungkook would love to sit there for hours on the end of the dock with their legs dangling over edge, his arm around her waist and her body leaning into his as they talked about anything and everything that sprung into their minds until the sun came up.

But on the other hand, he knew what was holding him back: fear. Fear had lodged its way into his heart, scaring him out of doing a task as simple as looking at her. How could he expect to go out on a date if he couldn’t even make eye contact with her? How could he expect to hold her hand, talk to her for hours and hours with her nuzzled into his embrace if he couldn’t even approach her without getting tongue-tied? Not to mention the security he would sacrifice if he accepted her offer. All his life, Jungkook had been a loner. He’d always been quiet, always kept to himself and never spoke unless spoken to. He liked his space and he liked his solitude; being around people made him anxious and antsy. That, along with the unadulterated fear that struck him to his very core at the thought, was enough for him to know what he had to do.

Without another word he spun around on his heel, not giving her so much as a second glance as he did what he did best when things were out of his comfort zone: he ran.

The next time you saw Jeon Jungkook, it was a complete accident, unlike your previous attempts.

It was at a student mixer, one that was deemed mandatory for all the students to attend at some point throughout the day before 6 pm. It was a cookout held in the pecan tree field on the outskirts of the campus, turning what normally was a nice and quiet park where people could find some solitude into a meeting place for students to mingle at the start of the new year. And since it was a school-funded event but not technically on campus, it was basically turned into a low-grade party.

Parties were your speciality; in fact, it was your group of friends who were the ones to transform the otherwise nerdy gathering into the wild festivity that it was right now. Hey, if something was going to be mandatory, might as well make it fun for everybody, right?

People had brought small things of alcohol to spike their drinks with, fooling the few teachers that stood watch into thinking there was nothing more than ice and soda in their cups. The music was loud and blasting whatever hot songs were currently on the radio through the speakers, the food was surprisingly good and had been covering the picnic tables that were scattered throughout the area for students to sit and eat, and the company was even better, filling the usually quiet park with familiar faces and jovial entertainment.

You were currently being pushed up against the trunk of one of the pecan trees, sucking face with some guy who you hit it off with at a party last week. You were just picking back up where you left off, because last time he had to leave before you could fuck him like you usually would’ve.

You were careful when engaging in intercourse; you always used a condom, were always on birth control, and always made sure you didn’t have any diseases that could’ve been spread around from person to person. But other than that, you were pretty easy, and you knew it. It wasn’t something you were ashamed about; what can you say, you liked sex. You didn’t believe anyone, regardless of their gender, should be criticized for their promiscuity. Sex was a healthy thing, and if it made people feel good, then what was the big deal? The only reason it was looked down upon was because society said so, and that was exactly what you had been trying to work against all along.

It was nearing 6 o'clock, almost time for the mixer to end—but that didn’t mean that your night had to. You would probably end up going back to this guy’s apartment, fucking him until he fell asleep, and then sneaking out before he woke up. It was a routine of yours, and you had no rules to abide by except for one: never sleep over. Then it became an unknown, weird territory where guys suddenly became clingy and wanted something more, which you definitely weren’t willing to give them. You rarely had sex with the same guy twice; you liked to explore, test drive all the cars without ever actually buying one. It was easier that way, and life was short. Why waste it on just one person? You lived by your own terms, anyways. You couldn’t be expected to be tied down.

It was with this mindset that you were able to give yourself to any guy that you wanted—like the one you were with now, who was pushing your hips harder and harder into the tree trunk as you ravaged each other’s lips. You ignored the sharp pain of the bark digging into your back, wrapping your arms around his neck instead. The kiss was sloppy (he used a little too much tongue and tasted of grilled hamburgers from the cook out), but hey, not everybody could be a good kisser. You just tried to push the thought out of your head, focusing only on the promised future you would spend between his sheets tonight.

As he pushed you farther and farther against the trunk, you lost your footing and tripped over the tall roots that were peeking beneath the ground. Your lips broke as you stumbled before quickly looking down and grabbing ahold of his arms to steady yourself. You let out a breathy laugh at your clumsiness, watching as your feet moved to balance atop the roots. He was still on you, kissing at your neck now that your lips were currently unavailable, but when you looked up and absentmindedly gazed at the people around the two of you, your breath caught in your throat when your eyes froze on one person in the distance.

Jungkook.

The name had been on your mind ever since it left the heavenly boy’s mouth, evading your thoughts and filling your senses until all you knew was him.

I wonder what he’s doing right now.

I wonder who he’s talking to.

I wonder if he’s thinking about me as much as I’m thinking about him.

Thoughts plagued your brain like a disease, growing larger and larger in size until you felt like you were going to burst. You weren’t able to get the boy out of your mind no matter how hard you tried.

Ever since he left you on the sidewalk that very first night, the rest of your friends nowhere in sight, something inside of you had sparked like the flickering flame that was soon to ignite into a growing forest fire. You couldn’t figure it out—you had only seen him for what, a minute? Two, tops?—but when you pictured his unique, breathtakingly-beautiful face and his wide doe-eyes that had you hypnotized, you couldn’t help but feel your heart warm in your chest at the memory. Sure, he had seemed terribly nervous and didn’t say much, but there was something refreshingly sweet about that. One look at him, and you knew you needed to know more about this mysterious boy.

So you had decided to keep visiting him at the same place every time he got out of class. Since you had been here for going on four years now, you already knew the repetitive time of each class, so it wasn’t hard to figure out he had it scheduled the same time every Monday, Wednesday and Friday. It had taken a lot of strength to appear more confident than you were actually feeling inside; normally you were exuding confidence, but around him, you became this nervous person you weren’t used to being. Which in itself was mind-blowing—you didn’t get nervous, ever. But there was something about this boy, the boy who never looked you in the eyes and always ran away whenever you pried too much, that made him different from all the rest. There was something that made him special.

You’re not gonna lie, your ego had taken a huge hit when he literally fled after you mustered up the courage to ask him out on a date. Usually you had guys lining up down the block, practically throwing themselves on you in order to get their turn, but this doe-eyed boy would simply ignore your words altogether. If it weren’t for the fact that he had captivated you the moment you laid eyes on him, it probably wouldn’t have bothered you so much—you would’ve just moved on to the next one. But Jungkook was the most beautiful person you’d ever seen, and you couldn’t let someone like that slip through your fingers.

You hadn’t seen him since the rejection last Friday, and while back then you wanted nothing more than to see him again, now you just wanted to become invisible so you couldn’t be seen at all.

He was staring straight at you, his eyes locking yours in a stare that you couldn’t break even if you wanted to, no matter how hard the boy on top of you sucked at your neck. You felt goosebumps rise on your skin as you knitted your eyebrows in distress, but you soon realized that to Jungkook, the facial expression you were making probably just looked like you were feeling pleasured by your current activities.

And suddenly, you wanted to be as far away from this random guy on top of you as possible.

You let out a stop, but it ended up sounding more like a moan since you hadn’t used your voice in a while. You cleared your throat before trying again. “Stop,” you managed to say more clearly this time, placing both of your hands on the guy’s chest and gently shoving him off of you.

He broke away from your neck with bruised lips, his chest panting heavily and his face scrunched together in confusion. “What’s wrong, baby?” He asked as he kept a steady hold on your hips.

You gulped before shooting a glance over to Jungkook. He was still looking at you, his gaze hard and unwavering as he fixated on the sight in front of him. A tingle of heated nerves ran through you from knowing that you were being watched by him, and suddenly you were self-conscious about everything that you were doing. How did you look? Had your hair gotten all tangled in the wind? Oh who were you kidding, he wasn’t paying attention to your physical appearance after you just got done shoving your tongue down some guy’s throat.

“Nothing’s wrong,” you spoke, trying to keep your voice from faltering as you turned back to look up at the boy standing over you. He was so dull in comparison, so boring and lifeless after looking at Jungkook. You couldn’t believe you were even kissing this guy, much less considering sleeping with him. He was disgusting.

The boy just grinned, taking your words as a sign to continue as he swooped back in to mash his mouth against yours again.

“No,” you stated louder this time, pressing your hands against his chest and shoving him off.

“What the fuck?” He spat after he stumbled back, looking at you like you were insane.

You kept your eyes steady on him, staring him down with a look that told him you were serious. “Sorry,” you apologized, only because you understood that your sudden change in attitude would be confusing to anyone, “but I’m leaving now.”

As you started to walk away, you felt a hand snake around your waist. “Well why didn’t you just say so, sweetheart?” The guy snickered, starting to walk along with you.

You stopped in your tracks and whipped your head around to face him. “That wasn’t an invitation,” you snapped, prying his fingers off of you before swatting his hand away. “Don’t follow me.”

The boy just scrunched up his nose. “You’re crazy,” he scoffed, giving you a quick once over with the shake of his head before disappearing in the other direction.

You instantly let out a sigh of relief, fixing your disheveled clothes and tucking your hair behind your ear before shooting a glance in Jungkook’s direction.

He was nowhere to be seen.

It was a miracle that Jungkook was even out of his dorm room in the first place.

If it wasn’t for the fact that this student mixer was mandatory, then he would’ve been wrapped up in his comforter like usual, mashing away at the buttons on his xbox controller. But no, thanks to his university he was dragged against his will from the confinement of his safe haven and forced into this… this sex ring. Or that’s what it might as well have been, given the way these girls were gyrating their asses on guys’ crotches as if they hadn’t had proper home training. Jungkook couldn’t stop thinking that these were people’s children, and he shook his head at the thought of what their parents would do if they saw this.

Just as he was about to turn and leave, his eye caught a flash of something, something familiar, which peaked Jungkook’s interest because no one at this school should be familiar enough for him to pick them out of a crowd. But he was soon proven wrong because sure enough, there up against a tree and underneath the clutches of some lust-driven douchebag, was the one person who could make his heart pound a mile a minute just by the mere thought of her:

Y/N.

And if Jungkook didn’t think he was going insane before, he suddenly did something that for sure secured him a spot in the nearest mental institution.

He spoke to someone.

“Who is that girl over there?” He mumbled aloud, not even aware if anyone had heard him until the body next to his shifted towards the direction he was looking in before turning back to him.

“The one against the tree? That’s Y/N.” The person seemed to study his facial expression then, watching as he eyed the couple go at it like wild animals under his cold gaze. “…she’s always kissing a different guy everyday,” they continued. “That sort of thing is normal. I’m surprised, this is actually somewhat tame for her. I guess it is technically still a school event, after all.”

But Jungkook had already stopped listening, his stomach so deep in his gut that he felt like he could throw up on the spot. He didn’t like this feeling one bit—how could his emotions trigger a physical illness in him? If this was the type of power Y/N would have over him, then he didn’t want any part of it. Especially if she was the type of girl that everyone claimed she was.

Though as he spoke these words to himself, he suddenly saw her break away from the guy’s lips, and he couldn’t bring himself to leave. It was like his eyes were glued to her, the rest of the world blurring out around him until she was all that existed. And when he watched her eyes meet his own for the very first time that night, it seemed that she had him transfixed under her spell instantaneously.

Jealously flared up within him as he watched the man ravage her neck, though he didn’t know why. She wasn’t his to get jealous over, and she never would be. Though the longer she continued to stare at him, her gaze never wavering once from their interlocked eyes, the more the palms of his hands started to heat up in a sweat that spread all over his entire body. Why did she always insist on subjecting him to this torture? Did she get pleasure out of watching him in pain, squirming under the scrutiny of her gaze? Did she enjoy preying on the young and weak?

But then she was pushing the guy off of her, and Jungkook could’ve sworn his heart stopped beating altogether as he watched it all transpire: the shove of her hands against his chest, the grip of his fingers around her wrist, the stomping of her feet atop the ground. She was walking now, escaping the man’s clutches, but before she had a chance to see Jungkook again, he had already slipped through the crowd and ran home without a word.

You’d be lying if you said you changed your ways after that day.

After all, Jungkook was a stranger, and you were a girl with a bunch of friends and a reputation to uphold. You had been stuck in your ways for so long, it wasn’t hard at all to get some alcohol in your system and forget the night of the student mixer ever happened. The dull thrusting of your hips against the mattress was a feeling you’d grown accustom to, and if anything, it was like being brought back into reality for you. Out of sight, out of mind was your philosophy, and you hadn’t seen the intriguing boy in weeks.

Though the next time you did, everything would change.

It was in one of the school buildings, a place where you were rarely seen visiting. This, though, was indeed a rare occasion. You had been called down to the dean’s office for a “mandatory meeting”; in other words, if you didn’t go, you were going to be kicked out of school.

Once inside, he told you that if you didn’t pull up your grade point average this semester, you were going to be just that: kicked out of school. At first the news didn’t faze you; you had grown to not care, learned how to put a wall up between yourself and your teachers so that you didn’t let their words strike fear into you. This, however, was different.

“Expelled.” The word was deafening coming from the dean’s mouth, draining all color from your face as the severity of what he was saying suddenly dawned on you.

“What?” You spat, your voice shaky and no where near as strong as you wanted it to sound. “N–no, there has to be some mistake. I’m on academic probation–”

“You were on academic suspension, and now you’re expelled,” he corrected you, an authoritative tone to his already-strict voice. “You were given a chance to pull your grades up last semester, and you did not. This school doesn’t just keep handing out free passes, Miss Y/N.”

“Please,” you begged for the first time in your life, grappling at his hands that were folded neatly on the dark, oak desk in between you. “I can’t be expelled; I have no where else to go. And it’s my last year—I really did think I was only on probation, I swear!”

The dean didn’t appear moved by your pleading. “You should have thought about that before it was too late. Whether it be probation or suspension, you still knew you needed to improve your academic performance. The school will review your files one last time to see if there’s anything we can do, but until then, I would plan on leaving the university if I were you.”

His words sat like a bomb in your stomach, just ticking and ticking and holding off the inevitable that you knew was bound to happen eventually: an explosion. You would be forced to leave the school and put out on your own. No money, no job, no family—there was no where for you to go.

Tears sprung to your eyes as you left the office, and you knew you couldn’t be seen like this; you never cried, never showed any signs of weakness, always coming across as strong and care-free and independent. So when you passed a nook in the stairwell that provided a ledge large enough for you to sit under the vast window, you knew there was no other choice.

You squeezed into the small space, your body encased between the railing of the stairs and the glass of the window, and in that uncomfortably dark moment, you let yourself cry. Years and years of pent-up emotions ran down your face, memories dating back to even your childhood tainting your thoughts and driving the tears forward. You were always the screw up, and your parents knew that, which was why they left you. You were abandoned and alone, and you knew you deserved it. Maybe you deserved to be expelled from school and kicked out onto the streets as well. It wouldn’t be the first time something bad had happened to you; maybe now, you could finally experience what it meant to be truly free.

It was the sound of heavy footsteps on the concrete stairs that caught your attention, halting the moment of self-pity you were having and instead sparking the fear of being seen into your heart, but as you heard the shoes squeak to an abrupt stop right in front of you, you knew it was too late.

You emitted a loud sniffle before lifting your watery eyes to the figure, and it was then that you saw Jungkook for the fifth time.

Except this time, it was different; he was staring at you, his doe-eyes boring into yours with a mix of fright, curiosity, and concern adorning his features. Even in your distraught state, you still couldn’t help the breath that audibly hitched in your throat as you were taken aback by his raw, natural beauty. Was it even possible for this boy to look human?

You sniffled again, afraid that if you didn’t, you would be a gross, leaking mess in front of this anomaly. “What do you want?” You asked, though your voice sounded tired and weak.

Jungkook just continued to stare at you; he was like a deer, a creature too docile and ethereal to be caught in the headlights of this disgusting world. “Are you okay?” He finally spoke, and you could’ve sworn it was like the angels themselves opened up the heavens above and sang their euphonious music in your ears.

You tried to mask your vulnerability by wiping at the tears in your eyes. “Yeah, I’m fine,” you lied, straightening up your posture. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

There was a slight pause, and for a fleeting moment you were worried you’d scared the skittish boy off again, despite being under the impression that that had been your plan all along… apparently your subconscious felt differently.

“Do you always cry in the windowsills of stairwells?” He asked, and you couldn’t help but laugh.

It was a fleeting sound, so light and delicate and joyful that it had Jungkook’s heart soaring in his chest the moment he heard it, stunning him speechless right where he stood.

Her laughter. It was the most beautiful, enticing thing he’d ever heard in all of his 18 years of living, and he couldn’t believe that he’d been the one to cause the magical sound to fall from her lips. This had to be another one of his dreams.

“You got me there,” she breathed through waning giggles, and he still couldn’t believe he was lucky enough to be graced with this girl’s presence right now. “It’s really nothing, don’t worry. Thank you, though.”

The intensity of her gaze was too much, her eyes on him sparkling as if there was a supernatural aura to them, and suddenly Jungkook realized who did he think he was to approach her so casually like this? He was lowering his head and spinning away from her before she spoke again.

“Jungkook, wait,” she called out to him, and who was he kidding—he didn’t stand a chance.

He turned back to look at her with wide, questioning eyes, desperately trying to hide the fact that he felt his heart could give out at any moment.

“I’ve been seeing you a lot recently,” she curved her lips into a teasing grin, and he resisted the urge to point out that the majority of those times were her doing. “Please, sit down.”

Maybe it was the way she tried to make the offer seem casual, but he could still hear the silent plea deep down under all the strength and confidence she tried to exude. Or maybe it was just because he was weak and under her spell. Either way, he was hiding his hands that were shaking with fear in his pockets and taking a seat on the other end of the windowsill, as far from her as he could get.

Y/N chuckled at that, and as he felt his heart lurch in his chest again, he swore up and down in that moment that he would do anything to hear that fleeting sound for the rest of his life. “What year are you in? I’ve never seen you before,” her voice was surprisingly small, shy, not as powerful as he would expect it to be. Then again, he did just walk in on her crying.

“I–I’m a freshman,” he spoke timidly, as if he was speaking to a professor, careful to avoid her eyes by keeping his head low.

“Oh,” her voice echoed in the otherwise silent staircase. “I’m a senior.”

His vision tunneled at her words. A senior. So he had been right—she was older than him. Of course she would want nothing to do with a measly freshman like him. As if they needed yet another invisible barrier to keep them apart, now age was thrown into the mix. Jungkook felt as if he could die right there on the spot.

Once it was clear that he wasn’t going to be the one to make conversation, Y/N spoke again. “What are you majoring in?” She asked.

Why do you care? He wanted to snap, suddenly outraged by the inner turmoil she was putting him through. Couldn’t she tell he was uncomfortable with the interaction? Couldn’t she tell she made him more nervous than he’d ever been in his entire life?

“Computer science,” he heard himself tell her, though he wasn’t quite sure why. He hadn’t been planning on disclosing that information to her, since the only other person on the campus that knew was his roommate, and even then that was only because the textbooks were sitting out in the open on his desk.

“That’s interesting,” she chirped, and his heart fluttered in his chest at the small compliment. “I don’t know what I want to do with my life.”

He lifted his head at her blunt words, knitting his eyebrows in confusion and turning to look at her for the first time since he’d sat down. “You don’t know? Aren’t you a senior?”

She smiled meekly, now her turn to look away from him and off into the distance. “I know, I’m supposed to be graduating this year. My transcript says fine arts, but truthfully, I still don’t have a clue.”

This puzzled Jungkook; as someone who always had everything together, knowing what he had to do to make his family proud since the day he was born, he had never experienced or even talked to someone with this level of uncertainty before. Sure he knew there were people like this out there, who didn’t have a grasp on life, but they’ve always been a distant trouble, something that he never needed to think about because it never directly affected him. He’d always looked down on those types of people because he never understood them—but now, being face to face with someone as enchanting as Y/N, he never imagined it being like this.

“I’m sorry,” was all he could think to mumble, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw her turn her head towards him and smile.

“Don’t be,” she said, and before he knew it he was standing up to walk away again.

“Jungkook,” she stopped him one last time, and despite the reluctant slowing of his feet as if she was a burden, he would never admit the joy he felt each time she called his name to keep him in her presence for even a second longer.

He spun around, forcing himself to stare into her eyes and hold her gaze no matter how much the mystery of what she could be thinking shook him to his core.

“Thank you,” she simply said, and whether it was for stopping to make sure she was okay, or agreeing to sit down and talk to her, he didn’t know. But the impact of her words almost knocked the wind out of him.

He nodded his head once before turning to leave again, noting with a hint of disappointment how she didn’t call out for him to stop as he disappeared through the heavy metal doors.

And it was in that moment that Jungkook realized, maybe there was more to this girl than meets the eye.

“Y/N!” There was a sharp pain in your shin, and you realized that you were quite literally being kicked out of your thoughts by one of your friends, Lynn. “Pass it!”

You frowned as you blinked back into reality, staring down at the fully packed bowl and light blue lighter in your hands. Suddenly not in the smoking mood, you gratefully passed the items to her.

“What’s with you lately?” She furrowed her eyebrows before holding the ceramic piece up to her lips and lighting the contents before taking a drag. She held the smoke in her lungs for a few seconds before exhaling it through her nose. “You seem kind of out of it.”

“Yeah, like you’re not really here with us,” Suzy chimed in from her spot next to Lynn. They both looked at you with expectant expressions, as if they were waiting for you to fill them in on the latest gossip.

You looked down at your shoe as you kicked at the dirt around the fire pit your group of friends were sitting at. The other six were lost in their own conversation, but the two girls had their eyes fixed on you.

“Do you ever wonder if there’s something… more, out there?” You asked, your eyes wandering up to the night sky while you spoke.

“Like extraterrestrial? Fuck yes. It’s self-centered of us to think that we’re the only things in this universe,” Lynn answered without a moment’s hesitation.

“No, not aliens,” you quickly brushed her off. “Like something more here, to life. On this planet—on this campus, even.” You hurried to explain yourself when you saw them scrunch up their noses. “Like we’re always doing things our way, and this campus is just so big, and I don’t know—there could be tons of different types of people that we don’t even know about, and that we’ll never get to know because we’re doing things our way.”

“But our way is how you get to know the most people,” Suzy pointed out, puzzled. “We’ve been to more parties over the years with so many different types of people that–”

“That’s just it though: parties,” you interrupted her. “What about the people who don’t party? What about people who stay inside and study, who already have their life together and know what they’re going to do?”

“Y/N, where are you going with this?” Lynn asked you in a wary tone.

There was a moment of silence before you let out a sigh. “I met someone,” you put your hands on your thighs as you turned to them.

“What is this I hear?” Kate suddenly entered the conversation on the other side of Suzy, leaving the rest of the five boys to talk on their own.

“Shh, Y/N met someone,” Suzy slapped her arm a few times, all the while never looking away from your face.

“I don’t understand,” Lynn started, her usual husky voice thick with smoke as she passed the bowl across the circle. “You meet people all the time; what do you mean you met someone?”

“This… boy,” you said, suddenly shy under their scrutiny now that you were talking about him out loud for the first time. “He’s unlike anyone I’ve ever met before, and I don’t know…”

“Did you stay the night with him?” Kate asked, referring back to your number one rule.

“I… we haven’t had sex,” you told them.

“Oh. Well is he a really good kisser or something?” Kate cocked her head.

“Those are always keepers,” Suzy nodded in agreement.

“N–no, no guys I haven’t kissed him. We’ve never even spent longer than ten minutes together.”

“Ten minutes? He really only lasts that long?”

“Oh my god, no!” You cried out in frustration. “I’ve never touched the guy before. He’s just someone I’ve seen in passing around campus!”

The three girls were stunned by your outburst. “Oh,” one of them said, though you weren’t quite sure who. “Oh.”

“It’s pathetic, I know,” you shook your head, starting to feel yourself close off again. “I don’t even know why I told you.”

“No, Y/N, stop,” Suzy protested, exchanging a glance with the other two. “It’s not pathetic, it’s just… different. We’ve never seen you act this way before.”

You sighed at the truth in her words. “I know.” You ran an exhausted hand across your face. “I don’t know what’s gotten into me.”

“Why don’t you invite him to the party this Friday?” Kate offered.

“He doesn’t go to parties,” you stated, “I can tell. I’m telling you guys, he’s different. Really different. Like, straight-edged if I had to assume.”

“Really?” Lynn’s eyebrows raised in perplexity. “And what made you interested in someone so goody two-shoed?”

“I don’t know!” You told them for what felt like the millionth time—or maybe you just felt on-edge more when you were talking about him. “Like I said, it’s pathetic. If I knew then I wouldn’t be having this conversation right now.”

“Well you could still invite him,” Kate shrugged, leaning back in her seat. “The party this Friday is going to be one of the more tamer ones we’ve been to, so it’d probably be good for beginners. You never know.”

Though the absurdity of her statement had you shunning it immediately, you couldn’t help but take a pause, frozen on the idea and letting it meld in your imagination. Jungkook couldn’t even stay in the same vicinity as you for longer than a minute, much less at a party filled with people he didn’t know. Maybe he could bring a friend, you thought to yourself as you pondered all the ways you could make this work in your mind. Surely that would make him feel more comfortable.

And suddenly, the impossible suggestion didn’t really seem that impossible after all.

Jungkook slid his hand over this crotch, absentmindedly cupping the bunched fabric in his hand as he let his brain drift off to where it always seemed to go whenever it had the chance: her.

He felt his member twitch slightly beneath his touch before he gripped its growing size. As embarrassing as it was for him to admit, he always got hard when he thought of Y/N. It was strange—this had never happened to him before. Sure he used to pop random boners at the worst of times when he was growing up, but he had never been able to think of someone while he was completely flaccid and then immediately get an erection. This fact alone scared him; what was she doing to him? How could this girl who he barely knew, save for all of the nasty rumors he had heard surrounding her, have this much of an effect on him? For all he knew, she was just a no-good, dirty, rotten partier. How could he let someone like that crack his pristine shell? How could someone like that be making him do such sinful things to himself beneath the sheets of his bed?

For someone who never had any experience in, well, life—the thought was definitely unsettling, to say the least. Especially now that he found his length had grown to its full size and rock solid, just in a matter of seconds.

“God damn it,” he quietly cursed to himself under his breath, finally giving in to his temptations and slowly gliding his hand along his shaft as his eyelids fluttered shut.

Instantly his mind was flooded with images of her, the way her hair always flew in wispy strands around her face and made her appear delicate and ethereal in her surroundings. He thought about the way her eyes would light up when she would look at him—or, he liked to think it was because she was looking at him. The fact of the matter is, Y/N had this infectiously charming personality people seemed to be drawn to that would take little to no effort on her part. As an extreme introvert, Jungkook couldn’t fathom it: how could someone be so friendly, so carefree and fearless and ready to take on the world? She was a mystery, an intriguing puzzle that he found himself wanting to figure out. At least, that’s what he told himself—that he was feeling this way because of analytical reasons. Trivial things such as love and romance couldn’t have any control over his logical thoughts and weave its way into his emotions.

Could it?

Jungkook quickly shook the thought from his mind, resuming the light back-and-forth tug on his dick. Now was not the time to be questioning existential crises such as whether or not he had actually developed feelings for a girl who was three years older than him with a bad reputation. He had other matters to attend to.

The next thing that popped into his mind were her lips, the way they would form while she was talking to him. They would pull open across her teeth, displaying a beautiful smile that would make Jungkook’s heart pound and heart flutter every time he saw it—though he would never admit that to her. He would never admit any of this to her, actually. Especially not that the mere mental image of her was coaxing him to his climax, making him speed up his ministrations. He pictured her everywhere he had seen her—outside on the sidewalk, inside the school building, at the student mixer. Even though he had seen her kissing another guy (as a stranger all-too-willingly told him that Y/N was always kissing someone new everyday), he ignored the sinking feeling in his stomach and still imagined her touch, the way her soft, plush lips moved so effortlessly against the other’s. He imagined that instead of that guy, it was him—that he was the one she had her hands wrapped around and he was the one she was kissing.

He let out an involuntary sigh, feeling the familiar heat build in his core as he took his bottom lip between his teeth. His cock throbbed as he felt a drop of pre-cum slide down his shaft and land on his quickly-moving hand, aiding in the motions of him gliding over his taut skin with ease.

He then imagined her voice, the way every word would dance through the air and mingle with the wind as she spoke. Her laugh, which he rarely got to hear while she was talking to him (since those had mostly been awkward, nervous encounters), was one of his favorites. The first time he’d witnessed it, he had been floored, completely awe-struck in his spot as the magical melody made its way into his ears. Ever since then, the sound of happiness had made his heart melt just the same, filling him with the same type of happiness that only she could produce in him.

But best of all was the way Y/N said his name.

Jungkook. Nothing had ever sounded so sweet, and no one had ever done his name such an honor as she. The way it fell from her lips made it sound so poetic, so graceful—as if he could actually let go, live his life to the fullest and be free, just like her. And as afraid as he was to admit it, he knew he wanted to; she brought out a side in him that he never knew existed, but he wanted to change, wanted to try for her.

Jungkook, he heard her say, the sound flittering through the chills of autumn as if it had belonged there all along. Jungkook, he heard her laugh, tilting her head back to expose the expanse of her neck as the innocence that had once been lost soon returned on her features, even if just for a moment. Jungkook, he heard her moan, her eyes screwed shut and her mouth hung sensually agape as she panted beneath his form, sucking him in and out again in time to the current movement of his hand over his dick with her soaking wet, perfectly throbbing pussy—

“Fuck!” Jungkook hissed as his hips bucked, all of his senses crashing down on him at once as the hot, white cum sprayed out all over his bare chest. He stilled momentarily, his soul seeming to leave his body before he was rocking again, squeezing his fist tightly around his cock and rubbing back and forth one last time to ride out his climax.

His orgasms were always the best when he thought of her. Never had he had such a euphoric high, such an effervescent experience while masturbating. He wasn’t a fool. He knew what she had done to him.

And he didn’t like it one bit.