Hand In The Kookie Jar, Ch4

[your] love's the only hoax i believe in; (m)| jjk

pairing: jungkook x you

word count: 9.5k

genre: fuckboy!jungkook, angst(kinda broke my own heart while writing ngl), smut, college au

warnings: gguk is really mean in the end, dom!jungkook, sub!reader, swearing, oral (m receiving), fingering, cum eating, groping, dirty talk, rough sex, mentions of vibrator🤡, brief spanking, size kink, multiple orgasms, protected sex, names calling, mentions of exhibitionism, jungkook kinda insults taylor swift (but oc defends her!)

summary: not in a million years you would have guessed that you'd find yourself in the arrangement of giving the biggest fuckboy on campus free tutor lessons in exchange of letting him fuck you. so, how exactly did you end up here?

a/n: i put a lot of effort and time (despite having to learn for exams 🤡) into this piece so i hope you like it!!🥺

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The squeaky sounds of your sneakers ricochets off the walls as you're marching through the hall of the university facility. You walk fast, not only because you have somewhere to be, but also because you always stroll everywhere in brisk motions. Life is rushing past your eyes just like how you are walking past the tranquil students that saunter in the hallway. The apathy that dwells upon those people were something that you secretly hankered after.

However, you really have no time to think about how they - or perhaps even everyone that surrounds you - come off as so composed and mellow because you're already two minutes too late to your study session with Jeon Jungkook. Why did past you think that you'd be able to get from your class to the library - that's in another faculty - in only five minutes? It was impossible.

After some more sprinting you find yourself in the library. It doesn't take long to spot the dark-haired guy that was gifted with those captivating eyes. He sits somewhere near the huge windows, reading something in a book before typing on his laptop. You pretend that you don't notice the small buckle of your knees when you take his whole appearance into observation, while walking towards him.

Jeon Jungkook is utterly gorgeous. He looks splendid, magnificent, imposing and so much more. Which was also the reason why you were such a stuttering mess when he suddenly approached you to ask if you could help him with some classes a few days ago. His beauty literally snapped your breath away.

,,Y/n!" an unfamiliar voice shouts into the chilly spring air, when you just left the library, a few books stapled in your arms.You turn around and search for that someone that called your name. You don't expect to be met with a pair hooded eyes that make you gulp.

It was Jeon Jungkook in his full splendour, his prestige radiating something electrifying in the air. Despite the impressiveness of his visuals that you get to ogle from up close your mind drifts off to why he knows who you are. Why does Jeon Jungkook know that you exist?

,,Uh, y-yes?" In spite of trying to come off as nonchalant your voice gives you away. There was just something about him that intimidated and let uncertainty mingle inside you.

,,You do one on one tutoring sessions, right?" he asks, expectantly waiting for your answer. The wind that picks up and sweeps his cologne into your nostrils doesn't help to organise your thoughts, they only get fuzzier.

,,Yeah..I-I offer some."

,,Good. I need some help with a few classes and Namjoon recommended you to me, said you were the best in your shared classes." Jungkook's gaze never shifts from your eyes, unlike yours because - oh wow look, what a beautiful leave there is on the ground - holding eye contact with this handsome men was just too much. ,,Of course only after him," he chuckles and that soft sound makes your eyes dart up again, the beauty of his scrunched features when he chuckles now embedded in your memory.

You try to compose yourself without him noticing that he somehow has so much impact on you without even doing something distinguishing. ,,I have a lot to do at the moment, so I have to check my schedule first." - you clear your throat to get that annoying layer of nervousness away that encases your voice - ,,It could take a while tho, because I already have a few tutoring lessons going on at the moment."

Jungkook looks baffled for a moment. He didn't think that there was a chance of you rejecting him. He wasn't aware of the fact that your were so engaged in the whole tutor thing, but it seems like you were kinda well-known for that on campus. How would he know though? Jungkook had very little interest in anything that had to do with studying. But here you are, in some extent turning him down, saying it straight into face. Jungkook couldn't pass it off like that.

,,What a shame. I was looking forward to it. I think we'd have so much fun. Y'know, you seem like you can teach me a lot." You blink. You'd have so much fun? You can teach him a lot? What was he trying to imply? ,,But I guess I should've come to you sooner, huh? At least the people you're tutoring get the bless to have you as their study guide." Why was he suddenly looking down at you with those big innocent eyes? This wasn't what you imagined him to be when you heard everyone gossip about the infamous fuckboys newest escapade at the frat house. Something softens inside you.

,,Do you mind giving me your number? O- of course only for the purpose of texting you if the tutor sessions work out!" you blurt out, gulping when you await his answer.

A grin tugs on Jungkook once he understood the meaning behind your words. ,,Absolutely."

That day you couldn't forget your little intervention with Jungkook and how his whole energy exhibited smugness and sublimity in such an effortless way - that kind of enticed you, but you wouldn't admit that - until a dreamless sleep washed over you.

So now you stand at Jungkooks table, ready to start the first tutor lesson with him. He was lucky that this one girl ended the study session two days after Jungkook approached you - because you taught her well enough that she didn't need you anymore - so you were able to slide Jungkook into her slot.

You hawk, trying to gain Jungkooks attention. You're not sure how he could be so immersed into whatever he's typing on his laptop or maybe he's mad because your 5 minutes too late, but that couldn't be the case, right? Jungkook looks up at you, a gentle smile tugging on his lips. Nope, doesn't seem to be mad at all. Good. Because your not up for a debate about how your were already so unprofessional before the study lessons even started. You weren't usually like this, you were always on time but Jungkook insisted on having the first tutor lesson on Wednesday at this time, so there wasn't even a chance that you would be punctual if you didn't get out of class earlier.

,,Hi," you greet him, tone sounding meek. You settle yourself in the seat in front of him. His eyes follow you, that grin never leaving his face. And that buzzing feeling - that flooded your bones once you saw Jungkook sitting here - doesn't leave too.

,,Hello, Y/n." Is it normal to feel shivers down your spine after someone says your name? Perhaps the essential thing is that it wasn't just someone that said your name - it was Jeon Jungkook to be clear.

,,Uh, have you sorted out some specific topics where you're lacking the most, so that we can start there?" Talking about studies and university stuff gains confidence in your voice.

When you start talking about why you're both actually here, Jungkook sighs and that sluggish smile is nowhere to be found. He thought that you'd maybe be up to some talking first, perhaps getting to know each other because Jungkook finds your shy persona somehow interesting. But as soon as you sat down you were immediately doing your job, no indication to talk to each other to at least try to establish a solid relationship to see how things are working between the two of you or whatsoever. You don't care about things like that - you're only here to help this boys difficulties that he has with getting through university.

Nonetheless, Jungkook would not settle with this kind of distant relationship. He wants to have more fun if he was already going to do something so boring voluntarily. Jungkook needs a bit more thrill at this sessions and he was glad that he reached out to you, because your innocent and timid manners oddly attract him. ,,I wrote some down," he answers.

You start grabbing your stuff from your bag, placing them on the table. ,,So," - you open a few books while your laptop powers up - ,,Where do you want to start?" Jungkook hands you a paper and you examine it briefly. ,,Aren't these like... all your classes?" you ask.

,,Yeah," he admits, rubbing his neck.

Sigh. You didn't know that Jungkook would be such a difficult case.

,,Hey, do you wanna grab takeout with me? You can choose where," Jungkook offers when you're both done and are packing your things.

,,Uhm, I pass," you retort.

While you're occupied with still packing your stuff, Jungkook freezes. He blinks several times. Did you just reject him so...casually?

When you turn back to him you perceive Jungkooks bewildered state. Oh no. That probably came off as rude. ,,It's- It's just that I'm gonna meet up with Hoseok," you clarify.

Hoseok? Jungkook recalls having someone with that name in a class. ,,You both are....?" Of course a pure and beautiful girl like you would have a boyfriend.

,,Wha- Oh, no- no! Nothing like that. He's working on a project and asked me to help him out a bit." Jungkook feels relieved. Despite having some interest in you, he would never do something with a taken girl. That was under his morals. But then again, it was already evening and you didn't plan on going home after this? How much stuff do you manage to do within a day?

,,Okay then, see you next time, gorgeous," he says, throwing his bag over his shoulder and granting you his signature smirk before strolling off.

There was a weird tingly feeling inside your stomach that you couldn't quite decipher.

Bizarrely you end up in the same situation as last time. You're coming late to your meet up with Jungkook again.

You rush to the library, pushing the heavy doors open and relishing in the warmth of the building. Then you sprint to the same desk as last time, hoping he had chosen that same spot again and yes, he luckily did. In quick steps you plump your ass on the chair in front of him, panting heavily.

,,Hi, we're gonna start from where we stopped last time?" You quickly open your bag and swiftly take your notes and books out.

,,Wow, slow down there. Maybe we just wait till your not hyperventilating anymore?" he humours.

,,I'm fine, did you open your file so we can start?" You open your books, trying to find the page, but suddenly two hands dart to yours, wrapping themselves around your wrist. You immediately stop in your tracks. Jungkooks fingers glide down to your hands and wreathes them over yours.

You don't dare to look up at him. Truthfully, you don't want to know what kind of look he has on his face. Jungkook's warmth from his hands conveys into you, your body relaxing and your agitated emotions settle themselves somewhere deep down. It takes a while for your breath to calm down since you were never actively doing any sorts of sport - despite you rush through life like you're never going to be able to finish off everything that you want to accomplish in your span of life.

Why couldn't stressing over life count as some mental sport? You're sure stressing over something burned some calories.

Jungkook notices you dark rings under your eyes, he had already seen them when he first approached you and after that, when you had your first meeting. You seem tired, worn out, but it also looks like that you don't take a break from anything. A tiny bit of guilt mingles inside Jungkook, but if the tutoring lessons that he asked you for were too much you wouldn't have accepted his request...right? ,,You're okay now?" he asks softly. You lock your eyes on his face, his caring manner confusing you.

,,Why are you being like this?"

,,Whatchu mean?"

,,You're like...really nice to me."

,,You don't give me a reason not to be," Jungkook answers, his thumbs softly grazing your skin. The soft gesture overwhelms you, making you feel a lot of good emotions all at once so you pull your hands back, fidgeting with your fingers on your lap. Jungkook nibbles at his bottom lip, withdrawing his arms from table and leaning back on his chair. ,,Why do you think I wouldn't be nice to you anyway?"

,,People talk a lot. Especially about you and your friends. And they say that you're not really friendly towards other students."

,,And you're judging me based off on other people's opinion?" Jungkook folds his arms, suddenly looking so intimidating.

,,I guess so..."

,,At least you're honest," he humours, a small smile displayed on his lips.

,,I think we can start now," you say, opening your books.

Jungkooks smile falters. He wants to learn more about you, wants to study you instead of these boring things. However, it doesn't seem like you have any interest in encountering with Jungkook if it doesn't have to do with studying. And somehow that triggers something inside him. Jungkook felt some kind of attraction towards you, but his reputation makes you back away from him.

He sighs loudly. Why is he feeling so frustrated?

,,I'm heading to the frat party, you wanna join?" You're both occupied with packing up your stuff after your fruitful session.

,,I don't really have time for that," you answer. And even if you would have time, you'd never go to the frat house. You absolutely hate parties.

,,It's Friday. Where do you possibly have to be except at home and enjoying the weekend?"

,,A guy needs my help to revision some stuff," you answer, putting your last item inside your bag, but you don't stand up yet. Jungkook had packed his things too and stays seated.

,,Just cancel him then."

,,I can't."

,,And why is that so?"

,,He recently got a letter that said he would get kicked out if his grades are not gonna get better. He's writing an exam on Monday, so I gotta help him."

,,You need to stop feeling responsible for other people's doom."

,,It's not like that," you defend yourself, even though there was a little voice in your mind that told you that Jungkook was right.

,,Yeah it is. Why are you being so delusional?" Delusional? Why was he getting so intrusive all of a sudden?

,,I just don't want him to fail. I'm just being nice, that's all. Maybe you don't know what that's like 'cause you're treating everyone like shit."

There it was. You're confronting him about his reputation again. And maybe you are right. Maybe Jungkook treats everyone like shit, but he couldn't be like that to you. Somehow Jungkook finds you different than all the other people in this stupid university and he hates the fact that you don't want to have something to do with him. It's not like he didn't notice the stares you give him when you thought he wouldn't notice because he was occupied with something. He noticed every single glance of yours. And he also hates how you drown yourself into work when it's not even your work. You're so immersed into helping other people, that you forget to take care for yourself.

,,Your levelheadedness gives one the impression that you'd be capable of having an organised life, but your not even reserving some time for you in your own damn life."

,,I am organised!" you exclaim.

He rolls his eyes. ,,Your gonna focus on that part and ignore the other stuff? Because it was true and you don't want to admit it?"

,,I don't know why my personal life should be your concern." You absolutely don't like to be confronted with how you live your life.

,,Just saying. I don't wanna pay money for study session when the tutor keeps coming late."

Jungkooks sudden offensive words infuriates you. ,,It won't happen again," you snap and grab your bag to rush out of the library.

It happened when you met Jungkook at your third meeting. (Jungkook apologised through a text message the same day he started that unnecessary fight with you and as long as he wasn't gonna come at you like that again you were fine with tutoring him.)

While you walk up to him - this time not having to rush - he notices you before you had to announce your appearance. A polite smile graces your lips while he watches you walk over to him.

,,Did you do the few tasks that I wanted you to do last time?" you ask while sliding onto your usual chair. Perhaps a little hesitance lingers in your voice, because you're still a bit awkward after that little fight you had with Jungkook. But Jungkook seems like he had already forgotten what happened and acted all natural. That soothes you a little.

Jungkook hums, eyes flickering to your cute outfit that you're wearing. Some tight fitted t-shirt - Jungkook loves the way your boobs look in it - and a regular pair of skinny jeans - Jungkook would love to see your ass in it. In conclusion; Jungkook finds you hot. ,,Yeah, I have, but there's something more important," he answers.

,,What is it?" You don't look at him, too caught up in finding your notes in your bag, but still curious as to what he is about to say.

,,I have an assignment due today and it's not finished yet."

You sigh and glance at him. ,,How far are you?"

,,I just named the google doc."

You cock a brow up. He has to be shitting you. You take another deep breath, calming your senses. ,,How much time is left?"

,,Like 3 hours?"

You're well aware of the fact that these tutor lesson do not mean that you're gonna help them doing their homework. But this idiot was really something else. You could make an exception for him, right? And by the way his eyes are looking so intently into yours you can tell that he's hoping for the same thing. ,,You know that I'm not here to do your homework with you, right?"

,,I know, but I really forgot that I had to hand it in today," he clarifies. He really did. Jungkook is glad that you were here to - hopefully - help him.

,,Okay, we can do this. Yeah, just" - you sway your hand in fast motions to gesture him to turn his laptop around - ,,Let me see what you have to write about. You're gonna hand it in on time, we just have to be quick."

,,Sit next to me," he suggests and moves the chair next to him back. You don't even think about the proximity that you're gonna have by sitting next to Jungkook, the only thing that's on your mind is to finish that essay with him.

So when you sit next to him and you're literally able to smell his intoxicating scent, a thick layer of fog loops around your mind, reminding you of your mixed emotions that you felt towards Jungkook - even though the most prominent one was the indisputable enthrallment that drew you to him.

Throughout the whole event of writing Jungkooks essay as fast as possible there is a strong tension going on between the two of you. First you misinterpreted it, thinking that the heavy air is the outcome of the little quarrel that you had. Then you thought he might be in distress because he's afraid of not being able to finish his work on time, but you quickly throw that thought away. If he would be that worried he would've started sooner with it.

You only come to the right solution when Jungkook and you stare at each other and both of you are not able to look back. The reason why the strong tension dwelled in the air are the two of you. You both are responsible for the sizzling and electrifying environment that you're in.

You're the first one to withdraw your eyes from his warm orbs, looking back at the table and being greeted with the sight of his fingers laying on yours. Oh. That's why you looked at Jungkook in the first place. You both wanted to grab the book and ended up in this situation.

You pull your hand from under his bigger one. Your cheeks are probably flushed now, but you can't force the embarrassment back. The gap between your chairs was somehow also non-existent anymore. At some point either Jungkook or you moved closer to the other one. ,,You can have it," you say, chin pointing at the book. You can feel Jungkook's burning stare from the side, but you can't look at him now. What you don't anticipate is his hand reaching down to your thigh instead of grabbing the book.

,,I have an idea," Jungkook whispers, ignoring the book completely. His deep voice triggers goose bumps all over you.

,,What is it?" You slowly dart you gaze back to him.

,,Would you let me fuck you in exchange of free study lessons?"

,,W-what?"

,,Y'know, we hook up and I get free lessons?" Okay, but that was really not what you expected when you agreed on being his tutor. But you can't deny that his questions thrills you and you actually start to ponder about it. Was there anything that could go wrong if you'd agree to fuck Jeon Jungkook? You can't come up with something, so you look into his eyes, determination set in you.

When Jungkook observes your features he knows that he got you; you would agree to the arrangement that Jungkook offered. He smirks. ,,I see, the thought of hooking up with me caught your interest, huh?" Jungkook teases. Of course he'd never loose his arrogant attitude. Asshole...really hot asshole.

,,And what benefit would I get from that? I don't have a lot of spare time anyway, so why should I give you free tutoring lessons?"

,,When was the last time you got dick?"

,,Huh?" You cheeks flush instantly. Maybe you shouldn't have asked...You relent when he doesn't stop staring at you with his brow darted up. ,,Uhmm" - you ponder about his question for a long second - ,,More than half a year?" you answer in a meek voice.

,,Oh fuck."

,,Just because you get some everyday doesn't mean that half a year is a long time," you roll your eyes.

,,No, I didn't...It was..," Jungkook trails off. He only cursed because the thought of splitting your tight little pussy open hit him. But he couldn't tell you that. ,,Just- Look, you constantly have work to do, so I think spending some time occupying yourself with something else than helping others would actually help you. And I just kinda need the money that I'm spending for this study lessons, because I'm broke...So are you up for it?"

Jungkook was broke? And despite that he still wanted the tutor lessons? You could already tell that Jungkook was mostly lost in your first session - he wasn't dumb though. It was probably because he never listened in any classes which resulted in him not knowing what was going on in any of them. Nevertheless, Jungkook is a quick learner.

,,And you don't only want this for free because I keep coming late, do you?"

,,Nah, definitely not cause of that. Just a few minutes that I had to wait for your beautiful face to show up."

Your face crimsons. ,,I mean...I could like pay-pay you back for that? Maybe with..." Your eyes shoot to his groin before settling back to to his warm orbs.

,,Are you offering me a blowjob?"

,,I mean...uh, yes?" His candid words make you feel insecure again, despite what you literally just offered him. You fidget with your fingers before huffing. ,,Why do you always have to be so direct?" Jungkooks blunt nature was making you really nervous.

,,Why? You don't like it? You don't want to hear how badly I wanna have your innocent lips wrapped around my cock?" Oh God. How did everything escalate so quickly? But you couldn’t deny the fact that you panties were dampening. Thank God that you both had finished the essay already. You hastily grab your phone from the table.

,,Your or my place? Or do you have an exhibitionism kink?" While typing on your phone you quickly shoot him a look that says something along the lines off 'You think so?' to which he responds with a chuckle.

,,I'm just gonna cancel my roommate. We were supposed to go to the cinema today with some of her friends, but...I changed my mind." Jungkook smiles at that. Finally you found him good enough that you didn't turn him - but your friend down. He's not sure why, but it felt good to know that he was currently placed high in your priority list.

,,Let's go to my place," you announce while standing up. Jungkook grins, relishing in the fact that you're hurriedly packing your things because you can't wait to get his dick between your lips.

You didn't think that you could end up in a situation like that. Feeling giddiness manifesting as you think about all the things that you could to with Jungkook once you're both at your place.

That tingly sensation that you felt in your stomach a few days ago made an appearance again. This time it felt more like some little caterpillars in your stomach, creating tingles inside you as they get ready to transform into butterflies.

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,,Look at your small mouth wrapped around my big cock."

You're currently occupied with bobbing your head up and down Jungkook length, taking him as far as you can without gagging around him.

The rousing heat that lodged between the two of you never slackened when the two of you went to your place as quick as possible. Frankly, it did the quite opposite.

That's how you ended up so quickly on your knees as soon as you both got inside your room and Jungkook sat down on your bed. You didn't hesitate a second before dropping down on the carpet between his legs and watching him discard his pants and boxers with hungry eyes.

,,Can you take more? Hm?" Jungkook combs his fingers though your hair, the soft gesture sending shivers down your spine. You try to get more of him inside you throat, gagging when you reached your limit. You've never had someone that was as big as Jungkook - his size made your eyes nearly fall off because he is so massive - so it was no surprise for you that you weren't able to take all of him. The sounds you made while chocking on his cock spurred Jungkook even more on.

,,You're too big," you answer after pulling off, hand jacking him off in fast motions. Some strands fall onto your face as you slightly lean away, but Jungkook is quick to hold them back with his hand, creating a makeshift ponytail.

He grins down at you, enjoying to have the pleasure of seeing you in such a submissive state. ,,Too big for your little mouth, huh?" he coos, but his actions are quite the opposite from his tone when he suddenly puts pressure on your head and forces you back onto his cock. You take him willingly, opening your mouth and taking him as far as you're capable of. He holds you there, not allowing you to start bobbing your head. When you start swirling your tongue and swallow around him Jungkook throws his head back, the pleasure that you give him feeling excruciatingly good. ,,Where'd you learn to suck dick so well?" he asks through gritted teeth.

Your eyes start tearing up and soon he tugs at your hair. With a strangled moan you pop his length out of your mouth, panting heavily. Jungkook watches the graphic scene in front of him; tears brimming in your eyes, your mouth swollen from your sucking and a string of saliva connecting your full lips to his hard cock.

He already found you hot, but now you just became a thousand times more attractive in his eyes. Jungkook didn't know that you'd be up for such a messy blowjob, but the fact that your pure and innocent being had such a dirty side was doing something to him.

You duck down again, holding his cock up with your little hand and peppering kisses over his length. Then you start swirling your tongue over his sensitive tip, causing him to breath loudly through his nose. You start sucking and licking his tip while your hand picks up its movements again.

,,Fuck, feels so good, babe," he curses and perhaps if you wouldn't be sucking his dick you would have flushed at the pet name, but you're literally giving him head right now so there isn't much left for you to feel embarrassed about. You moan around his cock, making him hiss. ,,You like that pet name? Hm?"

You pop his cock out of your mouth. ,,Yeah," you mutter, ogling the way his brows are scrunched in rapture.

,,Come here," he says and grabs your arm. You hastily comply, getting up and straddling his lap.

You don't expect him to kiss you as soon as the proximity between your faces is close, but he does and you feel like you've never kissed anyone like that before. The languid movements quickly turn into a sloppy mess, consisting of lots of tongue and sharing saliva but you're just as eager to feel everything from Jungkook as he is. You moan into the kiss when he starts groping your ass through your jeans with both of his hands. The grinding on his hips come naturally when you feel your core getting wetter and wetter by the touch of his hands.

,,Get these pants off," he tells you after retracting from the kiss.

You stand up, discarding the tight pants and jumping on his lap once you threw it away somewhere. Now that there isn't much of a barrier left between his cock and your aching core - only your flimsy panties - the longing to finally feel his dick buried inside of you gets almost agonising. That's why you start grinding your hips on his groin again, relishing the feel of his hard member sliding against your clothed heat.

,,Shy girl is so turned on, isn't she?" God, yes. You weren't turned on like this for such a long time.

When you feel his finger pushing you panty to the side and starting to slide it through your folds you squirm above him. Jungkook watches how you whole expression switches into pure pleasure and he didn't even start touching the most sensitive parts yet. Jungkook starts toying with your swollen clit that ached to get attention. ,,Oh," you squeak and close your eyes. Your hands that are wrapped around his shoulders wander to tug at his hair on the nape of his neck.

,,Fuck, you're so responsive," he utters and doesn't stop drawing circles on your clit. Two fingers slide down to your hole, his thumb still flicking on your bundle of nerves while he slowly plunges his fingers in. You're tight. You're so fucking tight. Jungkook has to gulp. He zests in the way your walls make room for his fingers and asks himself how your little pussy is going to take his cock later on, but he has a feeling that your gonna take cock as good as you give head.

You whimper when his fingers are as deep as they can go. ,,Want me to make you cum?" You open your eyes and are met with his brown orbs already staring back at you.

,,Uh-huh," you nod. He doesn't wait any longer. Jungkook picks ups a steady rhythm with his fingers, his thumb never stopping the circling on your clit. He crooks his fingers, finding that sweet spot of yours that makes you cling onto him, pressing your body against his. The slick sounds of your pussy getting fucked by his fingers tinkles in your room. Jungkook movements are rapid, eager to make you come undone before he's going to fuck you brainless.

The consequence to your receptivity is that you reach your high pretty quickly. You're not entirely sure if it's really because it had been a long time since someone else than you had gotten you off or if it was due to Jungkooks skilled fingers that found all the right spots inside of you. ,,Jungkook!" You squirm on top of him, head resting on his shoulders and clinging onto him with dear life. You need a few seconds to calm down from that high.

,,You made such a mess on my fingers," Jungkook comments when he withdraws them from your quivering hole. You lean back, watching how he stares at his fingers that are covered in your arousal. You bite your lip. That was a lot. His digits are practically shining. Jungkook suddenly wraps his lips around his fingers, cleaning them with his mouth. Oh fuck. That looks so hot. ,,Taste so sweet." You smile coyly at his compliment. Once he's done with cleaning his fingers, he pulls your shirt over your head, making quick work in getting your bra off too before throwing them both away. ,,Shit, look at these tits."

He stares at them with amazed eyes, instantly groping your flesh. After squeezing, rolling your nipples between his fingers and teasingly tugging at your them, he leans down to flick his warm tongue against your hardened bud. You moan, fingers cascading through his hair as he gives your breasts attention. ,,How do you want it?" Jungkook asks after sucking on your bud, leaning to your other boob to give it the same recognition.

,,Uh, I don't know...," you mumble, the unexpected question making you feel jittery.

,,Any preference?" he mutters against your flesh.

When you feel the fan of his breath against your sensitive nipple you take a shaky breath before answering. ,,I like it rough...," you admit.

As if on cue Jungkook suddenly holds your by the hips and pushes you on the bed, your back landing on the soft duvets. You squeal at the sudden movement. Jungkook tugs your panties down and spreads your legs to make room for himself. He sits back on his heels, tugging his shirt from his body in a swift motion. Oh wow. His abs.

Then he comes down again, aiming for your neck and places wet kisses over your skin. He nibbles on your skin, gently sucking at it. You sigh in contentment. His mouth feels so good. You graze your hands over his chest, your fingers sliding over his abs. But then he abruptly stiffens above you.

,,Fuck, please tell me you have condoms," he says after retracting from your neck. You think you have never seen him that desperate before.

You chuckle at his expression. How fun would it be to say that your have none? But his expression tells you enough to know that he isn't up for teasing right now, because he's genuinely concerned that he's not goonna be able to fuck you.

,,I have some in my nightstand," you answer, watching how his whole face lights up in relief. Jungkook bends over to your nightstand, his shoulder coming very close to your face. You wrap one arm around his neck, skimming your digits over his skin till they stop at his shoulder. The sounds of his impatient hands rummaging through your drawer rings through the room.

,,You have a vibrator?!"

,,Huh?!"

Your head shoots to him. What was his hand doing in that drawer? Once you realise what's happening your whole being gets drenched in downright mortification.

,,Oh my God," he utters as he grabs a hold of your pink little vibrator and sits back on his heels.

,,Not that drawer you idiot!" you yell, clasping your hands on his body to get him away from your nightstand, but of course you have no chance against his weight. Jungkook looks at the vibrator completely astonished while you're cheeks flush in a really dark shade. ,,Get your dirty fingers away from that, Jungkook."

He darts his eyes to you. ,,Am I the one with the vibrator or you? Who's the dirty one now, huh?" The desire to whip that stupid smirk on his face away is really strong.

,,Why would you open the second drawer before looking inside the first one? Why do you have to be like that?" you whine.

,,Well, it's your poor choice of finding a hiding spot for it," he retorts, that stupid thing still in his hand.

,,Just put it back and open the first drawer," you roll your eyes.

,,No, wait- can we please use it?" he asks, like a little kid trying to persuade his mum to buy him a toy.

,,No."

,,No?"

,,No."

,,But we could have so much fun with it," he tries to allure you.

,,We're not using a vibrator, Jungkook. Put it back."

,,Fine," he sulks, reaching for the drawer to put it back to its place.

Once he grabs the condom and wraps it around his member, he is finally where you long for him the most. Jungkook grazes his mushroom tip over your folds, spreading your arousal all over your pink pussy lips. He nudges your clit, causing you to arch your back at the sensitivity. ,,Please," you pant, eyes closing when he doesn't stop toying with your clit.

,,Want my cock? Hm?" You nod vigorously, but that's not enough for him. He lets go of his hold on his cock - making you shudder when the friction on your bundle of nerves is gone - and squishes your cheeks between his fingers. ,,Use your words." Jungkooks finger loosen their hold so you're able to talk properly.

,,Please fuck me."

,,Mhm, shy girl knows how to use her dirty words, huh?" he teases and you bite your lip in embarrassment. Jungkook coaxed words out of your mouth that you never said out loud before. His hand leaves your face and starts aligning his throbbing cock against your entrance. Jungkook slowly pushes in, his thick tip pushing your walls apart. He intently watches how his dick vanishes in your quivering hole, moaning once your warmth is swathed around his entire length. You whimper beneath him, his big member reaching spots that you didn't know of. ,,Look at this tight pussy taking my cock so well," he breathes, leaning down to kiss and suck on your neck while you adjust to his size.

,,I think you can move now," you say after a while, wrapping your legs around his body. You arch your back when he teasingly rolls his hips into you.

,,You think you can take this?" he asks and places kisses along your jaw. Before you could say anything he already bottomed out and snapped his hips back again, the sharp thrust jolting your body up but Jungkook is quick to hold you down by your waist. You moan loud, his cock stretching you so deliciously.

Jungkook doesn't stop once he started thrusting his length in fast motions inside your greedy warmth. Your walls clench around him in a desperate attempt to keep his throbbing cock inside of you.

,,Fuck, you're squeezing me so hard." Jungkook peers down, eyeing the heavenly sight of his dick vanishing inside your hole before bottoming out and seeing your arousal sticking to the condom. Your fingers claw on his biceps, creating little marks with your nails on his glowing skin. Jungkook nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck, his loud breathing right next to your ear. His tones sound so sinful and hot, causing to shoot a new gush of arousal right down your core.

,,Feels so good," you mumble, eyes rolling back. The lush titillation that Jungkook provides, fosters the knot in you stomach to flourish in a rapid way, even though you came only minutes ago. Your words cause Jungkook to sit back on his heels, determined to make you feel even better. He grabs your calves, pushes them your legs to your upper body and practically bends you in half. His rattling tempo never slows down, only changing into harder thrusts. Jungkook brings both of your ankles on his shoulder and then leans down to capture your lips in a languid kiss.

The new position allows his cock to go deeper, creating pleasure in places where you've never felt anything like that before. 

When Jungkook withdraws from the kiss he gets mesmerised by the way your boobs jiggle in owing to his harsh jolts. You're a moaning mess beneath him, your body intoxicated by all the sensations that Jungkook is able to give you.

,,Who would have thought that you're so dirty in bed?" Jungkook asks as he palms your breast, kneading the flesh in his hand. You only mewl at his words, the pleasure overtaking everything of you. ,,Pretending to be shy and then wanting to get fucked like a dirty slut," he spits, pinching your nipple.

And when Jungkook suddenly start fondling with your little clit, there are no coherent thoughts in your mind anymore. There's only Jungkook and his huge cock ramming inside you. ,,Fucking look at you- are you enjoying this? Enjoying being a little slut for me?"

,,Yes," you keen, eyebrows furrowed. ,,Yes, yes, yes!"

,,That's what I fucking thought." His thumb picks up on speed, the slippery sounds of your pussy mixing so well together with the sound of his skin slapping against yours. ,,Are you gonna cum for me?" You look into his orbs filled with lust -  your sight shimmery due to the tears that brimmed your eyes - and nod at his question. You were so close to finally fall from the edge and reach pure felicity. ,,Use your fucking words," Jungkook scolds you.

,,I- I'm close," you whimper, hands grazing over his back. He grunts, loving the way your nails scrape at his skin.

,,You're gonna cum all over my cock? Cream all over me?" You try to utter something like 'yes' but when that particular push of his hips hits you so deep, you're not able to say any intelligible word. At this point your a stuttering and whimpering mess under his athletic body, your mind fogged with clouds of pure appetency. Your legs shake uncontrollably and Jungkook lets them fall back on the bed again. He's fucking you through your high while your squirming beneath him, the pleasure overtaking all your limbs.

,,Fuck, that's it. That's it, babe," he praises, placing kisses on your collarbone. His thumb still flickers on your clit and you reach down to push his hand away, the friction on your clit too much for you to handle after your high.

You pull his head up to your face, pressing your lips against his. His soft lips feel like they're meant for you to kiss. Somehow kissing Jungkook felt oddly right. He moans into the kiss, his deep tones weirdly calming your senses. When the post-orgasm bliss gradually fades away, you notice the unsteady rhythm that Jungkook  fucks you with and you know that he's about to cum too.

,,Can I cum on your ass?" he asks, his eyes roaming over your features. Your fucked out state elicits the urge to cum so badly, but Jungkook  doesn't want to cum in this stupid condom.

,,Uh, sure," you answer and within a second he grabs your hips and turns your around, his cock slipping out of you in that procedure. Jungkook pulls you up by the waist and you steady yourself on your elbows, arching your back for him. You're not sure why Jungkook wants to cum on your ass and maybe you feel a tiny bit exposed to have him behind you without seeing him, but at this point you don't care anymore.

,,Shit, this ass looks so damn hot," he mutters through gritted teeth while jacking himself off. You tilt your head - staring at your headboard seemed quite boring while he finishes off behind you - and the sight that greets you makes you bite your lip.

Jungkooks eyes are focused on your ass, one hand kneading your flesh before spanking it. His other hand is tightly wrapped around his length, moving in rapid motions. He doesn't need long till he reaches his high too - the white spurts hitting your ass cheeks after a few seconds. Jungkook was on edge since you oh so innocently offered him a blowjob in the library.

His head falls back, a low moan leaving his mouth. Oh fuck. He looks so ethereal, like the most beautiful boy that only existed in your dreams. But he's right behind you - that boy that you secretly wished for is not in your dreams anymore, he's with you.

Jungkook slows his movements on his cock and soon he collapses next to you. Your elbows also yield in and you lay down on your belly, chin propped up on your forearm. You watch how his body moves due to his hard breathing, until he shifts and lays on his back. His eyes immediately catch your stare and a shy smile tugs at your lips.

,,I'm still lowkey sad that we didn't use your vibrator," he admits. That was definitely not what you expected to hear and definitely not what you wanted to be his first words after you both finished with what you just did. You mumble a 'Please be quiet' and close your eyes. That situation was already embarrassing enough, you don't want to talk about it now. ,,But like- that caught me so off guard. That doesn't fit in with the image I have in mind of you." His hand tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.

,,And what did you think about me?" you ask, genuinely curious to what he is about to say.

,,Do you listen to Taylor Swift?" When you only give him a confused stare he explains himself. ,,I don't know, I kinda thought you would listen to someone like her. Y'know country music and stuff like that."

,,Wha- if you don't want me to write a ten pages essay about how Taylor's music is one of be best in the whole music industry, please shut your mouth," you answer offended.

,,Getting feisty? Do you want a second round?" he teases and nudges your arm with his hand.

,,Jungkook!" you chide. He chuckles, enjoying how easy it was to tease you and make your cute cheeks flush.

Suddenly you hear the door of your dorm opening and then closing again. You're immediately alarmed. ,,Put your clothes on!" you whisper in a firm tone, pushing him out of your bed.

He scrunches his eyebrows in confusion and your pushing caught him so off guard that you're actually able to make him fall out of bed.Thomb. ,,Ouch," he hisses. You don't even pay Jungkook attention as you get out of bed yourself - not falling ass first on the floor unlike someone else - and search for your clothes. Jungkook stands up and does the same, still not quite understanding why your roommate coming home means that you have to stop laying in bed naked.

,,Y/n!" Jia - your roommate - exclaims.

You already have your underwear on - not like Jungkook who's still occupied with getting his boxers on - and duck your head through a random shirt just as the door to your room opens.

,,I brought a burger and-" Jia stops in the middle of her sentence when she takes the current situation in. ,,You...," she trails off. Jia  looks at Jungkook - who is still shirtless - and then at you, hair a complete mess. Her eyes suspiciously linger a tiny bit longer on Jungkooks abs. ,,You cancelled me so you could hook up with him?" Her tone sounding accusatory.

You're speechless. How are you gonna tell her that you couldn't say no when Jungkook  offered that arrangement and then you kinda offered a blowjob and then you...ended up in this weird situation. You look at Jungkook , hoping that he maybe has something to say, but he doesn't indicate to say anything. ,,Uh-"

,,I taught you so well, Y/n," she suddenly beams. Oh? Your dumbfounded state makes her giggle. ,,I brought you some burger and fries. I'll put them on the counter. Sorry for interrupting!" And with that she's gone.

You feel Jungkooks stare on you, so you quickly explain your behaviour. ,,I just didn't want her to see... You know...We were naked...in bed."

,,There are duvets on your bed, did you know that?" he mocks and pulls his shirt on.

,,I know, but I don't want her to see us in bed."

,,You're an adult, y/n. Of course she knows that you have sex life." You nibble at your bottom lip. He's right, but you'd still get embarrassed of that regardless. ,,Fuck, why do I find it so hot when you get shy?" You look at him surprised. He chuckles when he retorts your expression. ,,I'll get going now, yeah?" Jungkook steps closer, petting the back of your head. You nod, mesmerised by his eyes. He smiles, leaning down to give your forehead a little kiss.

As you watch Jungkook leave the room you feel butterflies freely flying around in your stomach.

A few weeks pass. In those weeks Jungkook and you...fuck a lot - without your vibrator. Jungkook still reacts sulky every time he asks if you'd could use it though, doe eyes and pursed lips intently awaiting your answer. Nonetheless, you never changed your answer.

The study sessions weren't held in the library anymore, you both decided that your room was much more comfortable. Which was also a reason why you both neglected studying a bit because it seemed like when you both are alone inside a room you can't concentrate on the studies. Though you scolded Jungkook a lot of times - telling him to focus on what you're trying to teach him - your nagging didn't have an effect for a long time. Approximately 5 minutes after pretending like you both were able to ignore the burning desire you were all over each other again. You both just couldn't resist each other.

,,Fuck, you need to be on top way more often," Jungkook pants. You don't say anything to that, pushing his body down as you try to wiggle out of his hold he has on your hips, but he doesn't budge. ,,Let me hold you," he mutters and nuzzles his head in the crook of your neck, hands wrapped around your back.

You try to control your breath, toying with the hair on the nape of his neck. ,,Why are you still hard?" you question after realising that his cock didn't soften despite cumming like two minutes ago.

,,Do you realise how good your tits look when you're on top?"

,,I'm not up for a third round," you say drained and ignore his compliment. You already felt exhausted after the first time. He grumbles something against your neck. ,,Jungkook, we had two rounds already," you remind him. He says something like 'want more of you' but stills relents and lays you down on the bed beside him. You close your eyes and feel Jungkooks fingers tracing over your ribcage. 

The past weeks were surprisingly pretty chilly and calm, despite having spent so much time with Jungkook. Jungkook gave you a reason to really let yourself take a breath. Slow your pace, slow your rhythm and finally slow down your excessive need in burying yourself under so much work. You are a work alcoholic, never learned to take a break from your duties. You know you need to suspend from your proceedings sometimes, buy you just couldn't. Not until you met Jungkook. He showed you how to live normal again.

,,Do you want to come to the frat party with me?" he asks after a while. Jungkook's voice is soft, finding a way to wrap itself around your heart. It doesn't need to search for your heart tough. Jungkook was already embedded in there, whether you like it or not.

,,Parties are not really my scene, you know that."

,,Well, studying wasn't mine either and look were I am now."

You roll your eyes. ,,I just don't fit in there. I don't even know anyone there."

,,I could introduce you to some people," he offers.

,,No, it's fine. I already went there a couple of times when I started my first year here, but...I don't know. Most of the people here are just different than me and no matter how much I  tried to make myself fit in it just didn't work...I tried to be nice to them and kinda...you know, give them my love but there was always nothing in return."

,,I see, that's why you only have nerdy friends?" his hand reaches up to cup your cheek. You only roll your eyes at his comment. It wasn't even like you would call these people actual riends. ,,Namjoon's practically always up your ass," Jungkook says.

You giggle. ,,That's no true."

,,Yeah, think whatever you want," he retorts, a small smile on his lips. He withdraws his hand from your body and gets up to gather his clothes. A questions lingers in your mind. Something that you already wanted to ask him so many times, but always backed away because you were took afraid of the outcome.

You slip under the covers when your naked body started to freeze due to the lack of his warm body next to yours. When you watch him put on his last piece of clothes - his abs vanishing behind his white shirt - you can't prevent yourself from asking. You just don't want Jungkook to go now. ,,Do you want to stay over?"

Your questions hangs heavy in the air. Jungkook's body stiffens while he waa occupied with putting his laptop back into his bag. He turns around to face you. Jungkook never stayed over before. He always left after you both were done. But after a while you secretly wished that he would stay with you.

You had slipped under the covers to warm you up, but somehow your body only gets colder.

He looks at you and you look at him. The expression on his face is unreadable, but you can't back away now. The air that once had that ecstatic and giddy feeling whirling around the room was no longer there anymore. You had ruined it with your intrusive behaviour. ,,You know that this whole arrangement is only fucking right?" His face representing nothing but coldness.

,,Y-yeah, of course I do." You gulp.

,,Good." Jungkook grabs his bag, scooping it up his shoulder. ,,I'm gonna head to the frat party to have some fun," he announces. ,,See you." He doesn't spare you another glance. Pure hurt buzzes through your body.

This time you watch him leave with a hollow feeling inside you.

You had started to like Jungkook. From the very beginning you felt some attraction towards him, but after being so close and intimate there was no way that you could stop your heart from beating faster every time his warm eyes looked at you.

A few hours pass. You don't do much. You occupy yourself with your phone to try to escape the reality, to forget in what kind of misery you brought to yourself. But then you make the mistake of checking Instagram after watching several YouTube videos.

It's Jungkook Instagram Story. First it's a picture of a random blonde girl that you don't know, a red cup with alcohol in her hand and the background full of people. The next is a video, the camera is pointed at a wall but then it turns around, showing Jungkook and that blonde girl heavily making out. The girl giggles after Jungkook palmed her breast with his other hand. There are more Storys that he posted, but you close your phone instead of watching them. There are already enough tears that started running down your cheek.

You aren't sure if this was the first time that Jungkook did something with another girl while your arrangement thing was going on or if he was hooking up with other girls for the whole time. You never really talked about it and you also never dared to ask. You were too scared of his answer. Jungkook wasn't yours. He could do whatever he wanted to do, but you just had this little feeling inside you that he somehow also shared your feelings. That his heart also started beating faster when he saw you looking at him. But apparently you were wrong with that assumption.

Why did it ever cross your mind that you both could somehow be compatible? It was ridiculous how you could trick yourself into a chimaera just because you were always hopelessly aiming for a secretly desired wish. So there was no surprise that your aspiration to get Jungkook like you back - really, just a tiny little bit that you wanted him to like you back - was immediately crushed. You couldn't pretend like it didn't hurt.

You put your phone away and close your lights. You try to sleep but instead you lie awake, wondering what the hell you're doing wrong.

The next day your not walking around campus like you have a specific destination in mind. Your walk is slow and you don't even care if you would come late to class. You're tired. So tired of everything.

You have a lot of time to think while you're sauntering in the hallway. And when you think back about the whole situation with Jungkook, you come to a realisation. The butterflies in your stomach are dead. His rejection burned down their silly hope for love.

Jungkook hurt you, but at least he proved you right in one matter; you'd never be enough for anyone.

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Werewolf Au! Jungkook x Reader / Enemies to Lovers [Angst and mature content. Not smut but almost smut.]

Summary: Jungkook finally found her. His mate. His lifelong partner. But she's a human. Does he have to stay with her or can he stick it to whatever and whoever binds mates together and make his own decision?

Chapter 1

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It had been a few days since the encounter with god knows who in front of her car. It took a couple hours for her trembling to pass but the paranoia persisted. She would continuously check the blinds to see if he returned and would breathe a sigh of relief every time her driveway remained void of his presence. After more pacing around in her living room and spiralling thoughts, she knew she had to call Jennie. She was not the type of person to reach out, instead, wanting to figure things out on her own but it was only a few months ago that her entire world flipped upside down. That was a werewolf and she didn’t know if she was in danger. Fortunately her best friend was dating-or mates, whatever that meant-with a werewolf herself so hopefully Jennie had answers.



As she sat in the cafe waiting for Jennie, she found herself scanning every single person in the room just to see any peculiarities, glowing eyes to be specific. Her paranoia had her jumping in her seat when she saw people with coloured contacts. What else did she have to look for? Pointed ears? Wings? Did Leprechauns exist? Was she just going crazy?

The arrival of Jennie calmed her nerves and with a simple, “Tell me what happened.” from her friend, she found herself telling a story that would make anyone look at her like she was insane.

“What did he look like again?” Jennie asks.

“I-I can’t really remember. It was so dark and I was freaking out but I remember he had black hair, long hair.” she raked her brain trying to remember details about this guy.

“Did he have a scar on his face?” Jennie’s asked cutting her train of thought.

She stared at Jennie with her mouth slightly agape. How did she know?

“Yeah…on his cheek. How do you know?” she arched a brow at Jennie who was staring intensely at the latte in her hands.

Jennie never answered her question. She waved it aside saying that she was just thinking out loud and suggested that they walk around to get their minds off of what happened. Jennie tried to reassure her by pointing out that he hasn’t come back and that werewolves don’t set out to harm people. They’re just like regular people except for the fact that they weren’t.

Jennie’s suggestion to walk around and visit the shops in the neighbourhood did prove to get her mind off on why she wanted to see Jennie in the first place. The girls spent their day trying on clothes and buying little trinkets here and there. Throughout the day however, she couldn’t shake this feeling of being watched off her shoulders. She would ask Jennie if she felt the same way only for Jennie to tell her that she was being paranoid again and that everything was okay. As the sky grew darker, the feeling of danger continued to rise in her body. This time she knew that she wasn’t being paranoid because Jennie suddenly became quiet and rushed to leave whenever they would visit another shop.

“I think we should leave.” Jennie whispered.

There was a man that the both of them had taken notice of. He had been coming into all the shops they enter and leaving at the same time as the both of them, never trailing far behind.

“Let’s pop into the restaurant on the other side of the road, go to the washroom and see if we can leave from the back.” she whispers back to Jennie to which her friend nodded in agreement.

As suspected, the man followed them as they left and entered the restaurant with them. Thankfully, the restaurant was bustling with people waiting to get seated, servers rushing back and forth and people trying to leave.

“Now.” Jennie says, grabbing her hand and pulling her towards the washrooms, ignoring all the protests from the employees.

Once the smell of food disappeared and the cold winter air greeted them, they ran to Jennie’s car, never once letting go of each other's hands.

“Jennie you gotta go. You gotta go now!” she cried as they both struggled to put on their seatbelts.

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“The West Clan want to celebrate our annual winter gathering at the end of the month.” Namjoon says.

The sun had finally set and the moon was bright in the sky. During winter, everyone seemed to be a bit more energized. Yoongi, one of the older members in the pack, had the most significant change during this season. He was more inclined to join in on group activities and would volunteer to complete tasks that were ‘boring’ like patrolling or warding off other entities nearby in the forest.

“Last time we hung out with the West Clan I almost died of boredom,” Taehyung sighs, dropping his head off the edge of the sofa to look at Namjoon, “Like I actually almost died. They’re the most boring group I’ve ever had to meet.”

“I thought they were cool.” Namjoon said bewildered. He really liked the West Clan. The leader was very philosophical and Namjoon would leave every gathering learning a little bit more about the world.

“Yeah because they talk like you,” Jimin chimes in, eyes not leaving the book he was reading, “Socrates this, to be or not to be that, is this cake or is that cake?”

To Jimin’s comment, Hoseok and Jungkook erupted with laughter. Namjoon could only roll his eyes and go back to looking at his email, deciding to bring this up again when they weren’t being assholes.

In nature, wolves live in groups. They did everything in groups and that reflected in their pack's living arrangements. The cabin that the seven of them built wasn’t very pretty considering that none of them have any experience in building homes but somehow they made it work. Each of them had a room inside the main cabin and separate homes behind the cabin for those with mates. This was an agreement made mutually and silently after being awake all night when Namjoon met his mate, coincidentally during his heat as well.

“Where’s Jin? I haven’t seen him all day.” Yoongi asks, emerging from his room.

“Probably doing it with Mina.” Taehyung snorts.

“They are actually grocery shopping now that Jennie’s a part of the family.” Namjoon sighs, closing his laptop.

“Oh yeah.” Taehyung simply says smiling ear to ear.

Hearing this made Jungkook tense up. The game he was playing with Hoseok on the tv no longer something he wanted to do. Ever since his encounter with her, he hadn’t gone back. The most annoying part was how badly he wanted to go see her again. It was like trying to hold two magnets apart and no matter how hard he tried, he simply could not ignore what his body was feeling. He almost started to hate her for having such an effect on him. It wasn’t love or longing like how it was supposed to feel, but more anger and resentment. He couldn’t even control what he could physically do. Jungkook’s eyes remained in their amber color since he smelled her and it was getting harder and harder to go out and about without people staring at him-after all, coloured contacts aren’t supposed to glow. After a day, his brothers stopped asking him about his eyes instead just choosing to ignore Jungkook’s sudden change until he was ready to talk about it.

“Dude you’re in eighth place.” Hoseok’s excited laughter pulling Jungkook back into reality.

Jungkook stared at his Toad character on the screen that hadn’t moved since Namjoon’s comment. He shook his head and resumed the game with a mutter of “watch how quickly I can beat your ass”. Until this whole thing blows up in Jungkook’s face, he’ll continue to ignore it. He’ll continue to ignore her until it’s life or death.

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The car ride between Jennie and her was silent. The both of them almost too scared to speak or they’ll manifest the man that had been following them.

As Jennie pulled into a neighborhood, she noticed that Jennie’s knuckles had turned white from how hard she had been gripping the steering wheel. With how their drive had been uninterrupted and how close they were to her house, she felt like she could slowly breathe again.

“That was crazy huh?” she cleared her throat trying to ease the tension.

“Yeah what the fuck was that all about?” Jennie laughed though her smile didn’t reach her eyes.

Once again, they both fell silent. As they neared her house, she made out a figure standing in the middle of the road. An all too familiar figure.

“Jennie…” she called out, her voice barely a whisper, “He’s fucking here.”

Jennie slammed on the brakes and despite the man being a few meters in front of them, it was as if he could see them so clearly. The girls sat still trying to figure out what their next move was. When the man took a step forward with the side of his lips turned upwards, Jennie put her stick in reverse and turned the car around so fast she swore the whole neighborhood could hear the screech of her tires.

“Go! Go! Go!” she screamed, gripping onto the dashboard and looking at the rear window to see where he was.

Her eyes widened and her mouth hanging when she saw just how quick this guy could run. If his speed wasn’t the culprit of her shock, it was his glowing red eyes. She felt her breathing intensify at an uneven speed.

“Jennie I think that guy is either a fucking werewolf or on loads of bath salts right now.” she yelped when she felt Jennie take a sharp right turn.

“Or a vampire. That guy is going to fucking kill us if we don’t lose him.” Jennie felt tears prick in the corner of her eyes.

“A vampire?!” she gasped now facing Jennie who looked just as terrified as her, “You’re telling me vampires exist now?!”

“Hey! If werewolves are real, anything is fucking real okay!” Jennie screamed back.

The both of them let out another scream when they heard the noise of what sounded like nails scratching on the trunk.

“Oh my fucking god! He’s right fucking behind us!” her eyes now filled with tears.

They had to figure out another route of escape because going over 100 kilmeters per hour seemed like a jog to this guy.

“I’m going to pull the e-brake and whatever direction we face, just step on the gas!” she cried giving Jennie minimal time to brace herself. Taking a chance, she ripped the e-brake sending the girls drifting. It seemed to daze whatever was chasing them and in the small space of his confusion, Jennie went back to stepping on the gas in the opposite direction. There was only one location in mind where Jennie knew they would be safe, she only hoped that they would make it there in time.

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The night continued with more laughs and jokes targeted at Namjoon. Jungkook had managed to beat Hoseok in ten rounds of Mario Kart which Hoseok accused Jungkook of somehow cheating and throwing the controller to Jimin vowing to never play with Jungkook again. Instead of accusing Jungkook of cheating, Jimin resorted to calling Jungkook all sorts of colorful names ending with “fucker” when they switched from Mario Kart to Super Smash Bros.

“You’re such a bitch!” Jimin screamed when his character K.O’d again.

Jungkook wiped a tear from his eyes from laughing so hard. He threw the controller aside and got up to stretch.

“I’m done with gaming. You guys suck.” he teased, feeling satisfied with the dirty looks both Hoseok and Jimin shot him.

Following his comment, Jungkook got up and let out a big, exaggerated yawn to further rub salt in their wounds. As he was about to grab a glass of water from the kitchen, the hairs on his back stood up and he felt his stomach drop. Jungkook rapidly spun back around only to see his pack mates lounging and relaxing. His heart began to race and his canines were itching to unsheathe themselves. Something was very, very wrong. He walked towards the window and looked to see if there was anything outside only to be greeted by the moon and swaying trees.

“You feel it too?” Taehyung’s voice suddenly beside him.

Jungkook glanced briefly at Taehyung. His eyes were also glowing and his brows furrowed. Whatever it was, it seemed like only the two of them could feel it.

“Looking for your next victim to bully out there, Kook?” Jimin taunted.

When neither Taehyung or Jungkook answered, the entire room became quiet.

“Hey you guys okay?” Jimin asked, standing up to go over to them.

The rest of the pack followed behind Jimin, everyone tense and ready to pounce at any sound.

“There’s just something off.” Taehyung muttered, sounding like he was speaking to himself.

“Jungkook?” Namjoon nudged.

Jungkook replied with a grumble. He strained his eyes to make out anything out of the ordinary, becoming more and more frustrated as the minutes passed.

_______________________

“I thought you said werewolves don’t set out to harm humans!” she called, hoping Jennie could hear her over the roaring wind.

“Not if they’re rogue!” Jennie called back.

“What the fuck are you talking about?!” she cried, feeling hot tears stream down her cheek.

In the time they spent escaping this monster, the both of them had escaped death numerous times. How they’re alive, she’ll never know. Jennie’s right side mirror had broken off and three out of the four windows were smashed from ramming into other cars or poles. None of them seemed to notice how many shards of glass were piercing through their clothes and embedding themselves into their skin. She vowed that if they were still alive after this, she would devote herself to whatever God out there wanted her.

“We’re almost there.” Jennie breathes out like a mantra.

Trying to see through her blurred vision from the unending tears forming in her eyes, she could make out a long dirt road with trees surrounding them. In the far distance, she saw one single light and smoke rising from the top. She didn’t care where Jennie was taking them, as long as they were safe. As if the creature could hear her thoughts, it swiped the back of Jennie’s car eliciting another ear splitting scream from the both of them.



“Did you hear that?” Yoongi said, his voice a hush.

The rest of them craned their necks to see where that scream came from. Every single pack member now on their toes.

“What the fuck…” Taehyung breathed as he inched away from the window making his way to the front door, everyone following behind.

The winter cold phased none of them who were all wearing either short sleeves or shorts. As the sound of a car engine grew closer, Jungkook could feel his heart hammer harder and harder. The veins on his arms protruding and his canines now completely in full view. Succumbing to their instincts, Jungkook and Taehyung stepped off their porch and slowly approached the sputtering light coming towards them.



Jennie’s head craned back and forth between the cabin and the creature chasing them. She needed to know how much longer she could keep her car going before either Taehyung came to their rescue or before they died at the hands of the monster behind them. She knew her car couldn’t take much longer and cursed loudly when she saw the hill they’d have to climb.

“Jennie! I just wanted to say I love you and I’m glad you’re my best friend!” she blurted out, gripping onto Jennie’s shoulder.

Now was the best time to say goodbye. There was no way they were making up that hill.

“Don’t say that! Don’t fucking say that! We're not going to die!” Jennie screamed, her face covered in tears and cuts from the broken glass.

A loud thump was heard on the trunk and Jennie’s car sputtered to a stop. She reached out to grab Jennie’s hand and they both squeezed onto each other like their lives depended on it, which it did.

Nothing was heard except for their trembling breaths and the horrible sound from the creature's body against the metal of Jennie’s car. There were so many noises coming from the hood of the car that it was hard to pinpoint exactly where this creature was. After minutes of screeching and scraping, everything fell silent. Her eyes darted side to side, hyper alert to any sudden movement. As more silence was all they could hear, they clung onto their last thread of hope that they had finally been left alone. As Jennie moved a shaking hand towards her keys to try and restart the car, a head popped down from the trunk and smiled sinisterly at them. This thing was no longer the man they saw walking amongst them earlier, but a creature with big red eyes, rows of razor sharp teeth and splotches of red and black covering its skin. In the blink of an eye, its arm broke through what was left of Jennie’s windshield and latched onto Jennie’s hand. Instinct took over and Jennie screamed the only name she knew in her darkest hours.

And just like that, Taehyung and the rest bolted down the hill. The blood in Taehyung’s body boiling when he saw a rogue werewolf attempting to pull the love of his life out of her wrecked car. All he saw was red and if reincarnation was real, he would look for this piece of shit and rip it limb to limb through all his lifetimes.

“Stop! Stop!” she felt her heart in her throat as she held onto Jennie attempting to pull her away from the creature.

She closed her eyes trying to block out the snarls and saliva flying from its mouth as it tried to wedge its body into the small opening of the cracked windshield. She hugged onto Jennie’s body and sunk into her seat trying to free her legs from the cramped leg space. The last thing she could do was go into an all out fight with this thing in order to save her best friend’s life. She managed to pull most of Jennie’s body onto her side and maneuver her body so that most of Jennie’s body was between her and the seat. In the midst of the monster trying to come through the windshield, it sliced open its arm, freeing Jennie in the process. What made her sick to her stomach was how it didn’t even care and continued its rampage to try to get to them. She made sure to hold onto Jennie tight and tuck her away as much as she could.

“Get! Away! You! Ugly! Bastard!” between each word, she kicked the creature in the face as hard as she could, the sick thing laughing each time her foot made contact with its face. One last kick was all she could muster and she was going to make sure she gave it all she could. If they were going to die, no one could say they didn’t go without a fight.

With a painful groan, she raised her foot and aimed right for the monster’s nose. To both her and Jennie’s surprise, the creature went flying onto the road. It wasn’t until she heard Jennie whisper Taehyung’s name when she saw his figure grab the monster from the road before savagely ripping it apart. This time it was Jennie trying to shield her friend from the gruesome view by covering her eyes. She flinched every time the creature howled in pain or when she heard the sound of its bones being crushed. Once all she could hear again was her breathing and Jennie’s racing heart, she slowly opened her eyes to see a bunch of men standing around what was now the creature's bloody carcass. As her breath began to steady, Taehyung snapped his neck over and she was met with the angriest glowing eyes she had ever seen. She winced and closed her eyes again.

“It’s okay, it’s just Taehyung. We’re okay now, it’s okay.” Jennie sobbed.

Both sides of the door flung open and she felt a pair of hands on her side pulling her out of the car making her latch onto Jennie once more in fear of being pulled apart.

“No! No! Stop!” she cried trying to fight against whoever was touching her.

“Hey, it's me. It’s Namjoon, it’s okay. Nothing is here to hurt you anymore.”

He slowly peeled her away from Jennie and brought her into his arms. The poor thing was trembling covered in glass and blood. She clung onto Namjoon’s t-shirt trying to scan her environment just in case they needed to run again. She looked over to see where Jennie was and finally felt a sense of security for the first time tonight when she saw Taehyung cradling her and soothing her. Jennie completely melted in his arms and allowed herself to sob in his chest because she knew she was safe.

“Jungkook, Jimin and Hoseok! Go scan the area to make sure there are none of these things left!” Namjoon barked.

Jungkook was an unfamiliar name. She wondered if he was the one who couldn’t make it to Jennie’s birthday party. She tried to figure out which one Jungkook was but it was too dark and the adrenaline made it hard for her to focus. Obeying Namjoon’s command, two figures ran past them into the woods.

“Jungkook.” Namjoon said between gritted teeth, irritated that the youngest one wasn’t listening.

She looked around to see who Namjoon was speaking to when she saw him. She knew those eyes and she knew that scar. The moment they locked eyes, they both felt a familiar surge of electricity run through their bodies. With flash of his canines followed by a snarl, Jungkook disappeared into the forest with lightning speed.

Jungkook. That was the one she saw in her driveway that fateful night.

to build a home | chapter six

pairing: Jungkook x reader. ceo!jk + dilf!jk x nanny!oc

genre: strangers to lovers. angst. loads of plot. fluff. smut.

word count: 10.7k (lol)

warnings: swearing. straddling. dry humping. fingering. handjob. jungkook big cock. cum – loads of cum. moment of silence bc i didn't write angst once in the warnings.

author’s note: well, surprise! what did I tell y’all about the countryside huh. It does things to me. I love this chapter. I don’t want to give much away but… it’s so soft. and then no it’s not!!! it’s hella hard 🤠. I’m sending a million kisses your way. thank u for all the love always – it means the world!!!! xxxx <3

p.s. happy three weeks of tbah. thank u for being here.

This is a work of fiction. Please respect the members and their privacy. x

Texts in bold + italic resemble a recollection of past events.

Chapter Six

In all your years as designated romantic of your generation you’ve come to pick up on patterns that best describe the feeling of falling in love. Now, you’ve grown close. You’ve fallen, never quite landing in love but you’ve fallen enough to have lived through a couple of said patterns yourself.

Free-falling, now… that’s a different thing.

Songs and poems – black and white movies. They all do a beautiful job at portraying something you always found a bit silly, as much of a romantic as you are. They fixate on this idea that the world seems rosier when you’re falling in love – that you see things in a different light. Take in the world in a different way. That one day you feel love and the next you wake up and your commute to work is brighter; friendly faces and fresh flowers everywhere. They make us believe that love is the door that opens our eyes to the wonders of the world. And as unbelievable as it seems… you can’t deny it.

You see it.

You feel it.

You lay in the grass after a Sunday stroll with Lucy that ended up turning into a picnic. She’s singing along to some love song, swaying her head from side to side as she hums – something about the world ending and no other way that I can spend it. You’re about to full on judge her for playing Justin Bieber but an absentminded smile tugs at her lips and the sight alone is sweet – not to mention the fact that you know exactly which smile put that one on her face.

You smile, too.

You’re not too far off. You look up at the sky again. So far, you’ve made up five shapes in the sea of endless clouds above you. The very abstract outline of a strawberry. A dove – yeah, it’s missing a wing but it’s a dove alright. Two blurry faces leaning against one another, one a bit taller than the other. A croissant. And last but not least, an angel. It’s still up there – face formed by faint specks of white cloud, a perfect halo on top and big wings at his sides.

You try to look for your strawberry, only the shape now resembles a liver more than anything. You wince – it’s love.

You feel it in every song, in the cup of coffee you had this morning. In the yellow dress you’re wearing – the same one you wore the first day you met him. You smile, having had no idea of just what you were getting yourself into back then. Remembering just how much of a mistake it all felt like when you sat there, opposite him, as he teared apart at your every ounce of confidence. He was right – mistakes can be…

“What’s all the grinning for?” Lucy’s voice breaks you out of your pensive state.

The best thing to ever happen to you.

“Him.” you reply, simply. “You?” you roll over to your side to face her, head resting against your arm.

“My him.” She giggles. “What exactly, though? Still digesting yesterday?”

You shake your head. “No. Or yes. I don’t know. Maybe…”

“It’s good, ___. I think what he did was very brave.” She says.

You nod your head, that soft smile back where he left it. “Me too. I don’t think I’m over thinking it. It’s just that…”

“You can’t stop thinking about it.” Her grin is mischievous, knowing.

You roll back, the grass feels cooling against your arms. “Yeah,” you sigh, a bit more dreamily than intended.

The silence is comfortable and you welcome it as you both lean against the tall book shelf in your impromptu seating position on the floor. You stretch your legs in front of you, fumbling a bit with the rings on your fingers and he taps his feet repeatedly in a slow motion – eyes fixated on them.

“So… good mistake or bad mistake?” You say, breaking the ice that feels everything but cold.

Jungkook smiles to himself. No trace of a mistake roaming around in his mind. Just you and your lips against his.

“Good. Just good.”

“Good.” You bite your lip, unsuccessfully holding back a smile. “What now?”

Jungkook waits for the nerves to hit – the regret. But it doesn’t come.

“I guess… I mean, fuck. There are so many things that I still have to… heal from, or whatever my therapist says. I don’t- I would never want to lay that on you, though.”

You nod, taking his words in. A bit surprised at his sudden ability to communicate.

He grabs your hand in his, squeezing it lightly. “But… you. I don’t want to run from you anymore.”

You turn to him, giving him a tender smile. “I don’t want you to run from me either. We can take it slow… there’s no rush. I want to know you- really know you. At whatever pace you set.”

“I want to know you, too.” You shy at his words, gaze looking down at where your hands entwine. “We can… ease into it. I mean, I still have to get over the fact I’m five years your senior.”

You try with all your might but you break, snorting at his words, trying to keep your laughter at a library-friendly volume.

“What’s so funny?” He asks, voice serious but a grin forming at his lips, too.

“Sorry, sorry. That is- preposterous, sir.” You tease, “only add like… fifteen years to that and you could be my father.” You feign shock.

His hand comes up to your face, covering your mouth with his hand as he tries to control his own laughter. “Please don’t say that.”

You laugh. “Sorry, sorry.” He can feel you pouting against his palm. “Jungkook,”

“Yes?”

“I- I can’t wait. To know you, I mean.”

His fingers lace around yours once again, a soft, genuine smile when he says, “Neither can I.”

~

The aroma of fresh coffee fills the air and complemented with the bright sunlight coming through the big window it adds to the overall heavenly atmosphere the morning holds. It’s a Monday and you’ve never felt keener to get out of bed and kickstart the week.

And yes, your commute to work was brighter and filled with friendly faces. Fresh flowers, too. In fact, they sit on top of the kitchen counter – three pretty sunflowers, tall and proud. You always did think the sleek, white space was in need of some oomph – key word for: love. So, you took the liberty. Mrs. Chae held them as if they were a newborn baby, excitedly placing them in a vase with some fresh water.

In front of you, is your breakfast masterpiece – a bright smoothie bowl for Soori who has taken on a passion for, well, all sorts of fruits. You place the neatly cut wedges on top, adding some granola to it. And Cheerio’s. A bit of an odd combination, yes, but the kid loves her Cheerio’s. You cut the strawberries into a heart shape, just like Lucy taught you that one time you were helping her garnish a fruit tart. Everything is more interesting for Soori if it takes on a fun shape and you easily comply – testing your creativity to make life just that more fun for her.

Right on queue with your train of thought, you hear her distant baby babble that grows louder and louder the closer she gets to the kitchen. Your gaze snaps to the direction of the entrance, excited to see her.

Jungkook comes into view – body slightly bent over and waddling a bit before his own gaze comes up, eyes landing on yours as he gives you a warm smile. You return it, frowning slightly when you realize there’s no Soori in his arms, even though you can hear her. He giggles softly, looking down, a proud look to his face. You round the kitchen counter, hands coming to cover your mouth when you see her. Her tiny fists hold onto Jungkook’s middle and index fingers, her short little legs moving rapidly in-between jumps and steps. She’s wearing pink Carhartt overalls with a white baby tee underneath. The tiniest pair of Chuck Taylor’s you’ve ever seen on her speedy feet.

“Oh my Goodness! Look at you, Soo.” You fall to your knees and she shrieks once you come into eyesight, walking towards you excitedly with the help of her dad who still holds her by her tiny hands. Once she’s in your arms, he lets go. You hold her to you, wrapping her in a hug, kissing her chubby cheeks. “That was so good, princess. You did so good!” You coo and she giggles, open mouth returning your kisses – a sloppy slobber all over your face but you don’t care.

“Pretty cool, huh?” Jungkook says, looking down at the two of you, his heartbeat picking pace slightly at the sight. “Yesterday she stood all by herself for 3.7 seconds.”

“What? No way, Soo.” Your baby voice is on and she jumps in your arms. You pull her closer to you. “That’s amazing, bub. You’re going so fast. Too fast,” you pout, surprised by how much you’ve seen her grow in such a small amount of time.

Soori’s hands come to rest at either side of your face – Jungkook thinks about how much it resembles the way he holds her before he showers her with kisses. She’s starting to mimic everything he does and when she leans her face forward and leaves another set of open mouth kisses against your nose his chest flutters – a feeling he can’t quite explain. All he knows is that it feels so light. So right.

“Good morning,” he says finally as you get up from your kneeling position on the floor, Soori in your arms as you place her on the crook of your hip.

“Morning,” you return, a smile forming at your lips at the sight of his. You let yourself get lost in his face, because you can. He looks so ethereal in the mornings. You notice he’s not wearing his usual dress shirt and slacks, having opted for a much more casual look in blue jeans and a flowy blue shirt, the first three buttons tentatively open, exposing his tan skin. “Is it spirit day at the office?”

He scoffs at your teasing, playfully rolling his eyes. “No. Not going to the office today, actually. Well- technically I am. I have to go oversee some renovations at the hotel.”

“Oh…”

“It’s in a location by the river. My parents are actually there at the moment. Staycation and whatnot. So, I’m bringing Soori with. And you.”

Jungkook sees Mrs. Chae’s eyes widen at his words – specially the last ones. He walked right into that one though, he’ll admit that much. He clears his throat before he adds, “as in, you know- Soori. For Soori. If you don’t mind.”

You chuckle slightly, biting at your tongue. “Of course. Let’s fill her tummy and we can go.”

He nods, not missing the glint in your eyes and your playful smile before you turn around.

You’re wearing a pretty white dress, the fabric hugging your waist perfectly before flowing at the bottom. Just like Soori, you’re wearing a pair of white Converse. He walks himself right into that dreamy thought, too. Only this one he did purposely.

It’s going to be a long day.

And for the first time in a long time, he looks forward to it.

~

Jungkook and you divide the task of getting Soori strapped into her car seat – you keep her distracted by letting her fidget with your fingers and he works the harness around her chest and tummy, pulling on it until he’s sure she’s safely tucked in.

“Hey, you’re so good, baby.” He coos at her, pride swelling in his chest at her mellow behaviour. She smiles, holding at his finger and pulling him closer. She has a tight grip on yours too.

Jungkook smacks his lips against Soori’s cheeks, earning himself a giddy giggle from her. She scrunches her little nose when he kisses down her neck, tickling her. She tries to push him away, never once letting go of her hold on your fingers, bringing your hand to Jungkook’s face as her loud snickers fill the car. They’re contagious and soon enough, the three of you are laughing.

“Does Soori have tickles?” You ask her, free hand coming to poke at her sides as she jumps and screeches at the feeling.

“She’s so ticklish.” He says, coming up for air for about a second before he dives right back in, nuzzling his face in the crook of her neck. She kicks and screams, full-on cackling now and you can tell that it’s not gonna be too long until she gets fed up. Her hand comes up to either side of Jungkook’s head and you tug at his hair slightly. “Hey, hey. That’s enough. She’s going to run out of smiles and then what do we do.”

Jungkook laughs, heart wrenching at your sweet voice that you reserve just for her – liking how you use it on him, too. “Never,” he says, landing one final kiss on top of her head before he straightens his body. You settle into the seat next to Soori and he frowns, saying, “what are you doing?”

“What do you mean,” you return, confusion in your words.

He bites back a chuckle, a grin adorning his face. “Come sit at the front with me.” It’s more a statement than it is a question and he sees you hesitate, eyes zeroing down on Soori’s hand around your fingers and then back to him. “She’ll be fine, come on.”

You hesitate for yet another second before you’re exiting the backseat of his sleek car, making your way to the passenger’s seat. You both get in at the same time and you watch as he gets comfortable, starting the engine and maneuvering the steering wheel as his free hand flies behind your headrest, body twisting slightly as you exit the parking space. Soori whines in the backseat, something awfully close to Da before she breaks out in unintelligible babble. When he glances at her she’s looking at you, small face scrunched up in disappointment.

“Hey, you. We can share, okay? Let daddy have her for a minute?” Soori diverts her eyes, gaze already focused on whatever is going on outside the window, bringing her pacifier back to her mouth and suckling on it.

You giggle. “She’s growing at speed lighting. She’s full on trying to talk now. And walk!”

“I know. We already made a made a pact though – she’s not allowed to do either when I’m away at work.”

“I imagined she agreed to it right away?” You tease.

“Of course. She’s loyal like that.” He looks in the rear-view mirror, smiles when he sees her eyes on him. He turns to you, “how are you feeling?”

“Good. Very good.” You say, a bit sheepishly. “You?”

“Me too,” a lopsided grin forms on his lips and the sight has you weak at the knees.

“Did Taehyung pick up on it?”

He turns to you for a second, a look on his face that says what do you think. “Did Lucy pick up on it?”

“Touché,” you say, “is that… bad?”

“No. They might tease me a bit but they wouldn’t do anything to make me feel uncomfortable before I’m ready to talk about it. Taehyung and Jimin, though… they just have a sixth sense for that stuff. So, it’s hard to keep it a secret.”

“So, we’re a secret?”

He looks at you briefly, an apologetic look to his face. “Does that bother you?”

You smile, reaching for his hand that rests on his thigh. “No. I think it’s the smartest thing to do. At least until we… figure us out, I guess. I am your nanny after all.”

“Nope. You’re her nanny,” he says, motioning to Soori. “You two can talk business later.”

You laugh, playfully swatting his leg. Before you can move away, he’s locking your hands in his hold – intwining your fingers together. It’s all so overwhelmingly good. The lightness to his mood, the witty jokes, that relaxed expression taking over his face. His hand on yours – finally. You missed it, the feel of his skin. The butterflies it sends to your tummy, the warmth it radiates. You could give up on a steady heart rate any day if it meant experiencing the euphoric feeling of having him close.

“Jokes aside,” he starts, “I wouldn’t want her to… lose you.” His face falls, so evidently that you don’t miss it. You can feel it – the way his head is being swarmed by intrusive thoughts right now. Full of bad news. Uncertainty. Fear.

You squeeze his hand. “I know we have a long way to go of… figuring things out. But she’s important to me, too, and I wouldn’t jeopardize that either. I wouldn’t take that leap if I… if I wasn’t sure. About you. About wanting to try. And getting to know you.”

He only nods. His silence makes you feel uneasy, like maybe you pushed too far, said something that would put him in a compromising position. You know his walls are high and even though the full story is still unknown to you, the pieces you do have form a painful puzzle.

So, you don’t say anything – giving him enough space to process things in his own time. Understanding that trust is a tricky thing when broken. Like a mirror, it reflects on everything that stands its way – morphing our own truths, making us feel unbelieving, undeserving.

And as much as you want to pour all the love that brews inside of you onto him at once – to have him know he’s got you; you figure the best thing you can do is to not aid that reflection further by imposing your own fears onto it. Fear doesn’t cancel out fear but understanding does.

Understanding, you conclude, can sometimes be stronger than love.

~

Growing up, you were always in a constant state of praise. From your teachers, your parents – hell, even your friends. There was something so captivating to the people around you about how collected you were, how dedicated and applied. Back then, of course, your world was smaller and your priorities didn’t go as far as making sure you excelled in school, volunteered at your local church to put a smile on your mom’s face and be someone your small group of friends could rely on.

So, needless to say, self-control was easy. You used to believe promiscuity was simply a side effect of hormonal angst and not having enough to do. Thankfully, you were exempted. Not from the hormonal angst, no. In fact, sex was always something you felt drawn to in literature and art. But as for not having enough to do, that just wasn’t your case.

And even when a lot of these beliefs went away along with your naivety you still remained somewhat good at keeping desire cool, calm and collected.

But you’re only human.

And only so strong.

You feel like the universe is playing a silly little number on you now – making you pay for whatever twisted wave of superiority you rode as a teenager. It was probably induced by spending too much time volunteering at the church and cringing at the descriptive way in which your heart and road to heaven would be corrupted by having pre-marital sex, courtesy of the nun that taught your bible study group.

Your body shudders, cringing at the memory alone.

Your eyes divert to said silly little number – sporting that perfectly fashionable baby carrier of his, a sleeping Soori flushed to his chest, as he talks business. And you’re speaking business. Casually blurting out numbers that don’t make mathematical sense to you because how does money even work? Correction: how does money even work like that?

He walks alongside the architect as they review plans, numbers, paperwork, strategy – you name it, Jungkook seems to have the lead on everything. It takes you by surprise when he takes a hold of the pencil and tweaks at the paper plan, adding to the perfect drawing of what will be the new rest & relaxation space. In simpler words, a spa. With all the luxury amenities, in perfect tune with the whole essence of the hotel.

The hotel alone surprises you, not having expected the paradisical feel to it. It felt like a small oasis, only twenty minutes away from the city, surrounded by so much green and crisp, fresh air. You’d passed by The West End multiple times, the one in the city, that is. A tall, glass building that spewed modernity and money just by being in its close vicinity. This West End though, as luxurious and modern as it was, had a more relaxed feel to it.

Jungkook seems to be exceptionally involved with this one, that usual passion he carries about his business soaring just a tad higher. To you, it feels like this one in particular hits close to home and you wonder why. He gets visibly excited when the architect retrieves his iPad, showing him a colourful digital visual of what’s to be the final outcome. Soori fidgets slightly in the carrier and he puts a hand to her face, caressing gently in a soothing manner, making sure his voice goes back to its normal pitch. She’s full-on teething now and her discomfort is painful to watch, especially for Jungkook. So, when nap time came and she wanted nothing more than to be held by her father it came as a no-brainer to him – always taking advantage of whatever time he can have with her during the week.

And this right here is just why you think the universe is playing games with you. Torturous, evil games. Because no, that goody-two-shoes behaviour didn’t last a month in university. You, of course, not only matured and fell victim to the freshman fifteen but also navigated through your sexual awakening in a, needless to say, healthy manner.

But Jeon Jungkook is hormonal angst mixed with three out of the seven deadly sins and you have no desire to repent.

If the pull that draws you to him was only physical then you’d make do. Brave it like a good girl and impose that self-control that carried you through your innocence. But the tension that builds in your body for him happens to go slightly beyond just the physical.

It’s his mind, too. That big brain of his, oozing intellect left and right – how effortlessly it comes to him to lead, persuade and gain people’s trust. How everyone that works for him respects him for all the good reasons, as opposed to fear. How he puts his all in whatever it is he does, perfecting it until his interest wears off and then he moves on onto the next big thing – never ceasing his ability to learn and grasp new concepts. You think his mind is exceptional and that just makes him all the hotter.

His humour and light-hearted ways are one hell of a magnet as well. The witty banter and sharp comebacks, funny without ever being mean. The way no matter what his titles are, to his friends he will forever be the youngest one – their Ggukie. And how he lets them, basking on it, welcoming the love and letting himself be babied. You like the way he can’t help but get giddy when something really cool catches his eye – how even though he’s seen a lot, he never acts like he’s seen it all, letting himself still be surprised by the world around him.

And last but not least – how good of a dad he is. How out of all his titles and duties, that one seemed to be the one he carries with the most pride.

“So, what now, darling?” Your dad said.

You’d barely had enough time to remove your cap and gown, finding a comfortable position in the booth at the diner.

“Well,” you hesitate for a moment, trying to find the right words. “I quit my job at the bar.”

“Oh, honey. That is great news. That was no place for a young lady,” your mother adds, relief filling her face. You appreciate her concern.

“That is good, ___. It was only holding you back. What other offers do you have lined up?” Your father presses, curious and, frankly speaking, gullible.

“Well, dad- it’s not that easy.”

“Of course it’s not! Finding a job is a job of its own, ___. When I was your age I walked the streets tirelessly, paper in hand, circling every single option, talking to anyone that was willing to listen about my qualifications-”

“Dad.” He finally stops, looking at you, “I think that’s very admirable but, in this day and age we use Linkdn and no one is really willing to listen. You think you know rejection until a faceless HR worker ghosts you.”

“I understood two things from what you just told me but, nonetheless, darling, the value of good, honest work never goes unappreciated.”

You contemplate his words for a second. “I was thinking about volunteering at the library… we just passed it actually. It’s a book club for little kids.”

Your mom beams at your words, always one to encourage any sort of helping hand. Your dad, on the other hand, looks a bit crestfallen at the thought.

“You know, honey,” your mom takes it upon herself to break the heavy silence that falls around the table, “when you were a little girl you loved playing with dolls. You’d dress them in your old baby clothes and even made me get you real diapers for them! You went on to become a scholar, a bright young woman but… I always did think that you’d come into this world to be a mother.”

You know she doesn’t mean for her words to hit you in the gut like a clean punch but they do. Not because you didn’t share said dream but because you didn’t believe it was your only one. You didn’t think you’d have to sacrifice your talent and brains to be the very first thing you wanted to be when the world was four walls and an endless array of dolls: a mom.

“You’re a good dad.” You tell him, when it’s just the two of you and Soori, who has just begun to stir awake, once again.

He looks at you, surprised by how flustered your words find him. “Thank you. I try…” he replies, voice laced with honesty as he lets out a sigh.

“And a good hotel owner… person.”

He laughs at this, head falling back on his shoulders. “Thank you. Where is this coming from?”

“I don’t know,” your gaze lands on the tall trees as you walk a narrow walkway back to the main lobby. You wish you could hold his hand. “I like seeing you… in action.”

“Yeah?” You only nod and he doesn’t miss the faint rosy tint that creeps up on your cheeks. “I thought you’d find it boring.”

“There is very little in this world I find actually boring.”

“I like that about you.”

God there it is. The gentleness of his soul. The butterflies that set flight once again, having never truly left.

You let yourself stare at him, a liberty that makes the sight of him all that more enticing. He stares back, a desire tugging in his chest to either tell you just how much he likes not just that about you but also the way you always speak your mind and hold his gaze so intensely he can sometimes even read it. Or just kiss you. His mind holds the debate, eyes traveling to your lips as he surrenders into the temptation. He’s just about to lean in when a higher force settles it for him.

“Darling!” You both turn around, slightly shaken as you’re met with the sight of none other than his mother.

“Hey, mom. How are you?” He says, walking towards her.

“I’m good, I’m good. Let me see her!” She’s excited and that’s all Soori needs to fall into her arms as soon as she’s freed from the coziness of the baby carrier and Jungkook’s chest. “Oh, look at those teeth. She looks just like you. Well, she’s prettier- no offense, honey.”

“Non-taken and agreed.”

“___, it’s good to see you again.”

“You too, Mrs. Jeon. I like your hat.” Jungkook can’t help the smirk that tugs at his lips as his mother is taken aback by your compliment. His hand flies to his mouth to cover the impending chuckles that threaten to come out of it.

“Thank you.” She replies, her voice slightly confused but he can tell she’s flattered by the look on her face. “Your father’s at the restaurant waiting. Your meeting took too long, darling. You know he doesn’t like to wait. Let’s join him, shall we?”

She doesn’t necessarily wait for a reply from either of you, promptly turning around and heading to the direction of the restaurant. Soori’s in her arms and from a distance you can see how her eyes widen as her grandma speaks to her as she would a friend. ‘It is almost your birthday. I have no idea what to get you! What are you into these days? I hope you didn’t inherit that god-awful habit your father had back in the day of putting everything in his mouth. It turned just about everything into a choking hazard. What’s your favourite colour? Why don’t I ever see you in a dress…’

You can’t help but snort, a closed-lipped smile locking in your laughter.

“She’s in for a real treat when she finds out she was in tears the other day because I had to turn the Animal Planet off because all of a sudden the screen panned out to a lion absolutely devouring an emu.”

You break, full-on laughing now at the sole imagery of a nonchalant Soori and a frenzied Jungkook fumbling with the buttons of his high-tech remote control.

“Or when she finds out she can’t wear dresses because she likes to show everyone and their mothers her belly button.” You add.

“If I kept them on their toes just imagine her.”

You both remain in a peaceful silence for about a second as your laughter dies down.

“Hm, well… it’s all a karmic cycle so be prepared.” You muse, humming as he frowns.

“Nope. I’m prepared, you see? I at least know the god-awful habit is all babies. Not just me.”

You turn around, walking backwards as you face him. “Nope. I wasn’t talking about baby Jungkook.”

“Ha. Well, I stand my case. I also happen to be prepared. I have a bullshit radar for rebellious teens.”

“Takes one to know one.”

He narrows his eyes at you. “I was an angel.”

“I find that hard to believe.”

“Why is that?”

“Because you look too much like one.”

“That’s just a bonus,” he flirts, picking his pace so he can get closer to you.

You click your tongue, biting your lip before you say,

“No. that’s just deceiving.”

~

Lunch is a smooth affair. Jungkook is merely an observer as his mother entertains Soori with random lady-who-brunches talk and his dad picks an interest in dissecting your literature degree. At first, it’s a bit patronizing and Jungkook visibly tenses next to you – it almost feels as if he was introducing you to them in the very same sense you’re both very well exploring. But his father, with a deep-rooted love for the classics, caves – engaging in quite the conversation. He doesn’t quite recognize the majority of the names you both throw back and forth but he looks at you in total awe. You talk about things with such passion and excitement. With love. And it is then that the thought haunts him:

You are love personified.

Jungkook doesn’t know just what that means. Or why his heart and brain ganged up on him and put the thought in his mind – engraving it. But it makes sense to him. You have a softness about you, a lightness that you carry that sheds light into the darkest of spaces, breaking down the tallest of walls. The hardest of men, i.e., his very own father.

Now, his parents might fall into most of the stereotype that characterize the filthy rich but, being assholes for no reason is not one of them. So, they welcome you and Jungkook can tell it surprises you. He also knows that a big part of their approach is due to the fact that they can so clearly see how fond Soori is of you and that is the one thing they’ve weakened for in all of Jungkook’s twenty-eight years on this earth. They have a weakness for her he doesn’t even think they had for him and he thinks it’s only normal, especially considering the circumstances. In fact, he’s grateful for it.

You all say your goodbyes, his mother pressing a kiss to Soori’s forehead before she lets her know, ‘table manners will be discussed with urgency during our next meeting’. She just giggles, grabbing a fist-full of her hair and tugging playfully, making her yelp. Jungkook feigns a stern front, attempting to tell her off but in reality, he just finds it hilarious.

Once they’re out of eyesight you turn to him, eyebrows raising in amusement.

“So, Mr. Jeon’s a romantic.” You state, making him wince in surprise.

“Sorry, come again?”

“Come on. Barret, Neruda, Keats… Baudelaire. The greatest poets of our time. All moved by a little thing called love.”

Jungkook doesn’t know enough to agree but coming from you he doesn’t doubt it. He doesn’t doubt you’re so well-read in something you carry so well. Love.

“I’ve heard my dad’s name followed by many adjectives but romantic is a first.”

“Are you one, too?”

“What?”

“A romantic.”

He hums. “Elaborate.”

“What is there to elaborate in?” You laugh, taking Soori in your arms when she decides to perform her free-fall from her father to you. It’s a good thing you’re both well-trained, always ready to catch her.

“Well,” he gets nervous, your effect on him makes his brain malfunction at times. “It’s a broad term, isn’t it?”

“Mm, depends. How do you see it? Do you see it as love or do you see it as love?” Your voice lilts at the end and he can’t help but laugh at it, half amused and half endeared.

“I don’t know,” but whatever he sees you at, that’s the closest. “But I have my set of beliefs.”

“Ah. So you are.”

He rolls his eyes but you don’t miss his smile. He can’t deny you, really. Because as much as love failed him, he can’t help but see it. He sees it in his parents, in their odd little ways of showing it. In his friends, in how he’s seen even the most untameable of characters be swooped off of their feet and straightened in one swift movement – all because of love. Love walked out on Jungkook but it left him the thing he loves the most. And the one person that he knows will always love him. She has four set of teeth and looks dangerously close to another free-fall as she smiles at him.

And he sees it in you. In the way you take on the world. In the way you speak and read your books and write in that beat up journal. In the way you sing to Soori who will most likely know the entirety of Elton John’s discography by the time she’s two.

Love feels so scary to Jungkook right now – it threatens to break him, even. But he’s not blind to it.

“Come on, I want to show you something before we go.”

~

“What is it with you and non-traditional means of transportation?”

The three of you stand at the end of the dock that sways softly to the beat of the current of the river. A long and sleek speedboat right in front of you. It’s beautiful – dark wood exteriors with black and white detailing, a royal blue flag with The West End insignia on it. You all but gawk as Jungkook jumps in, unconsciously taking a step back with Soori in your arms.

“You know, for someone who’s so easily entertained you sure are hard to impress.” He says as he digs through one of the compartments beneath the seats, retrieving a small, pink life-jacket, presumably Soori’s.

“What about this screams easy?” You sneer, making him let out a loud chuckle.

“Pass her over,” he tells you, hands stretching out towards Soori who jumps excitedly in your hold. You hesitate for a second, frowning at him. “Oh, don’t worry. She loves this thing. Look I even-,” he points to the tail of the boat and you see it. Soori Blue – her name engraved in dainty, cursive letters.

“Did you consent to this?” You ask her. She returns your question with a giggle.

You pass her to him and he puts the life-jacket around her, adjusting tightly as she distracts herself with her trusted giraffe. Once he’s done, he stretches his arm out for you. You don’t take it right away.

“Come on, ___. It’ll be fun.” He presses.

“No speeding, just boating, okay?”

“Don’t worry. it’s just boating when baby’s in. We can do the speeding another day.” He winks and you know nothing about his sentence was sexual but the action sends a flutter to your lower stomach.

You get in, taking Soori from him and settling in one of the plush seats as you wrap your arms around her, holding her tight. Just like flying, she takes on this activity like a champ, squirming excitedly when Jungkook gets behind the wheel and sets sail, no destination in particular, just leisurely roaming about the waters.

You can’t quite deny it – it’s soothing. The breeze is nice and relaxing and he sets a steady, relaxing pace. You glance towards him, eyes focused on the waters ahead and hands effortlessly manoeuvering the wheel. The wind dishevels his hair but it’s one hell of a sight as the strands fly freely around his face. He eventually tugs his front bangs behind his ears, making him look ten times dreamier.

He catches you staring. You look so beautiful. Hair dancing in the wind, your hand pressing down on Soori’s silky strands so they don’t fly off. Your white, flowy dress falls victim, too, as it pulls up your legs, exposing your tan skin to him. Soori’s fingers point to nowhere in particular and you pull her to you, kissing her cheeks before you nod and say, ‘water!’. His brain short-circuits at the impact the exchange has on him – on how tender you are with her. Jungkook has always loved to see the world through Soori’s eyes and always dreaded the day she’d outgrow that wonder. But in you he realizes that doesn’t have to necessarily be the case. He thinks that if you stuck around for long enough, she might never outgrow it – just adapt it. Just like you.

He brings the engine to a stop once the boat is far enough for the hotel to be a tiny speck in the distance.

“Hey, Jungkook,” you call out to him, “I’m impressed!”

Your smile widens as he walks closer to you, coming to a seat beside you.

“You like my speedboat?” He teases.

“I like your boat.”

You’re both laughing now, so loud even Soori joins in.

“Is it cliché to say that I like to come here to think?”

“No. I get it. I mean, it wouldn’t be the first place to cross my mind but… I see why it is yours.”

“You can’t escape them here. Your thoughts.”

You turn to him. “Do you escape them often?”

“I guess. Sometimes…”

“We all have thoughts that we want to escape, I reckon.”

“Do you have them?”

“Why wouldn’t I,” you ask.

“I don’t know. You strike me as brave. Like you would run straight towards them.”

“Brave? Me?” Your voice is shocked.

“Yeah,” his eyes meet yours. “You.”

“I’ve never been called brave in my life.”

He scoffs light-heartedly. “It was the first thing I saw in you. Really saw, I mean. When you sat there and put me in my place after I nagged at you during the interview. Nobody had ever sat my ass down so poetically, by the way.”

“You deserved that.”

“I deserved worst.”

“No, you didn’t.”

Your eyes are gentle and sincere and Jungkook melts at your words. At all of you.

“___,” he pauses, contemplating something you can’t read.

“Yes?”

“I haven’t felt sure of much in… a long time. Other than Soori and a handful of useless things, nothing holds much certainty in my life.” Your gaze deflects to the wooden floor at his words. “But you- I am sure of you. And wanting to try. And getting to know you.” He mimics your words from earlier, a timid smile forming at his lips at the relief he feels over saying them back. They’d been stuck in his chest, tickling up his throat every time he all but glanced at you.

You smile at him, a world of feelings taking over you, an airy voice when you say, “you’re brave, too.”

Your words ring in his ears, straight to his chest, knocking the breath out of him. For a second, he sees himself in your eyes – believes your words. And without much hesitation, he kisses you. Leaning into you, gently cupping your cheek with his hand. It takes you by surprise but you let yourself fall into his lips, scooting closer to him on the seat, both your arms still wrapped around Soori who babbles away as she plays with her giraffe. Your lips are soft and he pulls your bottom one in-between his teeth as you let out a sigh – a delicate sound that he catches with his mouth as his tongue finds yours, allowing him to go deeper.

He pulls back slightly, the both of you gasping for air for about a second before your lips find one another yet again – this time in a gentle lock, as he indulges in the plushness of your lips, how full they feel against his.

Your moment is cut short by Soori’s high-pitched shriek. You both look down at her and she smiles, blowing a sloppy raspberry into thin air, happy to have your attention back on her.

You bounce your leg and he pinches her cheek and that’s enough for her to be satisfied, eyes back on her plushie as she jumps straight back into the previous conversation they were having.

Jungkook leans back against the seat and extends his arm to the side, locking it around you until you’re safely tucked in – a cocoon of his warmth as you lean your head on his shoulder and his hand plays with your hair. Soori is in the middle and she mimics the two of you, leaning her body backwards until she’s resting against your stomachs.

“Oh, God. She copies everything,” you say.

“I know. Get ready for double the sloppy kisses.”

“From you or her?”

“Both.”

He leans forwards, his lips coming to smack at your cheek as he nuzzles closer to you.

You giggle at his touch – Soori follows.

~

Doorway goodbyes have gotten a tad bit harder with a teething Soori. It’s not that she fights being back in your arms after Jungkook hands her over to you – it’s more so having to see him leave and not having the possibility to alternate between the two of you.

Desperate times have called for desperate measures – aka, distractions. Today is half a pancake she nibbles on, chubby hand drenched in sticky honey. She offers it to Jungkook, always the kind girl she is. You think he’s going to take a fake-bite and fake-chew on it the way he normally does but he actually goes for it. Making you gasp in surprise.

“Heeey. Get your own pancake, daddy.” You say in a serious voice.

“Don’t call me that.” He points a finger at you, a scowl to his face. You chuckle.

“Don’t eat her pancake.”

“She likes to share.” He returns, his Soori voice on as he coos at her before kissing her cheeks. “Hey, by the way… we’re having a pool party on Sunday.”

“Oh. Fun…”

“Yeah. Jiminie’s inviting Lucy,” he wags his eyebrows at you. “I’m excited to finally meet her. Properly, I mean.”

You smile, excited for the two of them to be taking this step. “You’ll love her. You all will. She’s the best. Soori will love her!”

“I’m sure we will. But hey, I was wondering if maybe… you could come?”

“Why,” your tone is more brass than you originally intend.

“I want you there. I mean- I know we said… I don’t think they’ll be surprised. They’ll just think you’ll be here for Soori. Unless you don’t feel comfortable with that or- maybe you have plans which I completely understand-”

You smile a little at his rambling, interrupting him as he narrows his eyes at you. “I’ll be here. For Soori.” You see the fallen expression in his face and you break, “and for you. I like seeing you during the weekend. You get less bossy.”

“Funny, you.”

“Oh, I’m hilarious.”

He scrunches his nose, nodding. “Yeah, you kinda are.”

He scans the room for a second before confirming the coast is clear, leaning closer to you and placing a sweet peck on your lips – getting carried away for a second too long as he deepens the kiss.

He knows you don’t know this but you make doorway goodbyes easier for him, too.

~

“What is it with him?” Kenny’s eyes are glued to Jungkook as he sips on a beer and laughs at something Namjoon just said.

“I don’t know. He even laughed at something Tae said today.” Mai responds, her eyes fixed on the same sight.

“Maybe therapy has been helping?” Suelgi suggests.

“Yeah,” Mai’s voice drifts right in tune with her thoughts. Her eyes look for you, sat in Soori’s mat playing with her and Dae. “Therapy…”

“Whatever it is… it makes me happy. I mean, I hadn’t seen a smiling Ggukie in a while. I missed it.”

“Me too. And just overall, he seems different.” Suelgi says.

Mai smiles, simply nodding as she sips on her glass of wine.

He’s different alright.

~

“Hey,” you walk towards the small circle Jungkook, Lucy, Hobi and Jimin have formed.

They all greet you back, enthusiastically.

“Soori sort of drifted. She was with Yoongi on the couch so…,” you say to Jungkook, feeling a bit awkward at not knowing how to approach him with so much people around.

It’s not that you regret coming. It’s just that you don’t really feel like you quite fit in the environment. There are many eyes on Soori, all wanting to give her undivided attention and play with her. So, it’s not like you can do your job and mingling feels slightly out of place considering that you, well, keep one hell of a secret. A secret you try not to make obvious. So, you’ve been avoiding Jungkook at all costs.

“Yeah, the little kids tend to tire her out quickly as she tries to keep up with them. Have you eaten? Are you hungry? Do you want something to drink?” You frown slightly at his words, hoping your eyes convey the words your mouth can’t.

“No. Thanks. I’m actually looking for her ducky. I can’t seem to find it and she’s been making the ducky face so,”

“Oh. Shit, yeah. I think I might’ve left it in the playroom this morning. We were playing videogames.”

“We?” Hobi snorts at your remark and you instantly regret it. “I’ll look for it. Where in her playroom?”

“Not hers. Mine. Here, I’ll come with.” He says and before you can say anything else he starts walking towards the inside of the house.

Once you make it to the long hallway, the same one that leads to his office, he turns to you – face laced with concern.

“Are you okay,” he asks.

“Yes. Sorry- I just- I’m bad at keeping secrets. I feel like my dumb face gives it away.”

He smiles at this, relief flooding his body. “It’s not dumb. And I’m sorry. Maybe it was a bit selfish of me to have you come… I just- wanted to see you.”

“No, no. I want to be here. I wanted to see you, too.” You sigh, leaning your back against the wall. He takes a step closer to you, expression unreadable – perhaps with something dancing in his eyes you’ve never seen before. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing,” he mocks nonchalance.

“Jungkook,” your hand comes to push lightly at his tummy, “there’s like- everyone out there.”

“Why would they come here?” He takes another step forward.

“I don’t know? Bathroom?”

“There’s a bathroom in the pool house.”

“Oh?”

“Oh,” he says, finally closing the space around you and clashing his lips to yours in a soft, slow kiss.

You whimper against his mouth, not really expecting to be this close to him today. It’s healing, really, to be able to just be with him after having him so tentatively close to you the whole day yet so out of reach. You hear a nearing voice – Namjoon’s it sounds like.

“Jung-”

“Shh,” he tells you, grabbing your hands and walking backwards, opening the door behind him. He closes it, securing the lock.

You look around you – a huge room with blue LED lights illuminating it. A couple of arcade games lining the walls, a pool table and a huge black couch that sits in front of an even bigger TV.

“What is this,” you ask, eyes still scanning the room in awe.

“My playroom,” he states simply, pulling you to him by the hands and closing your lips around his once again.

You realize it, the moment you circle your arms around his neck, fingers getting lost in his dark locks as his hands find your waist, making their descend until they squeeze around your hips. You realize just how bold of a move it was to put the two of you in an empty room. Alone and unsupervised. Not even by the prying eyes of a baby.

Mistake, mistake. But what have we said about those?

He lets out a throaty moan against your mouth as you pull at his hair gently, hissing as your nails soothingly run over the spot. The feeling sends goosebumps down his skin and his hands travel down until they land on your ass. You push into him and he squeezes, hard. You moan when you feel him against your lower belly and marvel at how hard he feels through the thin fabric of his swimsuit. He pulls away some, forehead resting on top of yours as your ragged breaths mix together.

“Fuck,” he pants.

“We can just… kiss a little,” you whisper against his lips.

“Yeah. Yeah,” he ponders. “Slow…”

“Slow.” You repeat and before you can process the lie his lips are back on yours.

He walks forwards, arms around your waist as you walk backwards, letting him guide you towards the couch. His knees hit the back of the cushions and he sits, legs spreading and body melting into the pillows as he looks up at you with hooded eyes. He looks heavenly – red-bitten lips glistening with the trace of yours, ruffly hair and slightly flushed cheeks; the soft tint traveling down his neck all the way to his chest.

“C’mere,” he intwines his fingers with yours, pulling you to him until you’re straddling his lap.

“Hm, feels oddly-” a sigh escapes your lips as his mouth connects to a tender spot at the side of your neck, “familiar- fuck.”

And Jungkook knows he’s a goner. The moment his teeth scrape down the sensitive skin and you whimper and squirm in his hold, hips buckling against his, the way he dreamed of the last time he had you in this position. He knows this is where boundaries come to die.

“These dresses will be the death of me,” he says as his hands snake past the hem, kneading around the soft flesh of your ass.

You rut your hips against his, more firmly this time and you can feel him better now – almost fully hard, long and thick as you drag your clothed cunt over him, tiny little whimpers leaving your lips as your eyes shut at the way you tease your clit with every roll of your hips.

He feels it, too. And he can’t help but get high off of your pleasure, on the way your nails push against the soft flesh at the nape of his neck – the way your mouth parts slightly against his own, your hips picking up pace as he groans, hands on your ass as he aids your rhythm, alternating between rapid movements and deeper slow ones.

He’s fully hard now and he can feel the tension building up in his lower stomach, the way it caves in, making him shudder at the sharp pleasure that shoots through him as his cock throbs inside his pants. He tightens his grip around your hips, pulling upwards and away from him until they’re hovering over his. His head falls backwards, hand coming to run through his hair as he collects himself. “Wait- I’ll cum,” he pants.

“It’s okay,” you assure him.

“No. I want to- can I touch you?”

“Yes, please.”

Your voice is so lenient, so airy it sends Jungkook spiralling right into the very root of his lust.

Fuck slow.

His hands grip at the hem of your dress, bunching the fabric upwards until it rests against your tummy. Your hands replace his, holding onto your dress as his fingers run down the smooth of your legs, coming up to toy with the strings at one side of your bikini bottoms. His eyes divert from your lust filled ones all the way to his fingers as they leave feathery touches on your skin. He sees it then – a small butterfly tattoo that rests on your side, just below your hip at the curve of your ass. He groans, doubting he’s ever seen anything sexier in his life.

“Fuck- what is this, baby?”

The pet name sends your mind down a hazy spiral. “I- I wanted to be able to hide it.”

“It’s so sexy. You’re so sexy.”

He tugs at the string that holds your swimsuit in place, eyes widening slightly as the fabric falls apart on your skin, exposing your pussy to him. Your mouth parts, a silent moan breaking at your throat as his fingers come between your legs, digits rubbing at your clit. They travel downwards for a second before he collects your slick, rubbing it all over your little nub.

“Fuck, you’re so wet. Is this for me, baby?” His question has your eyes snapping open, lazy gaze fixating on him as you nod and moan as his fingers pick up their pace.

“Y-yes. I’ve- been like this all day.” Your confession has him groaning as he brings your face to him, biting at your bottom lip.

“Yeah?” His fingers tease at your entrance, drawing tight circles against it. You nod hastily and when you do, they push all the way in – middle and ring finger sliding right in, hooking inside of you as he finds that spot that has your legs shaking, weak at the feeling as your hips come down to their original position. “Shit- you’re so fucking tight. Your pussy’s so fucking tiny, baby. Swallowing my fingers.”

“Jungkook- m-move, please,” you whimper and he complies, beginning his assault on your snug walls as he drags the long of his fingers in and out of you, hitting that spot repeatedly until he feels you get impossibly tighter around them.

Your moans get louder, sweeter, against his lips as his thumb draws tight circles around your clit. You hold onto him as the tell-tale signs of your orgasm begin to unfold above him. It’s intoxicating, all of you – the way your hips roll against his fingers, pressing on his cock. The way you whimper against his ear before your mouth finds his and you kiss him, deep. The way your thighs close around him, knees weak at your futile attempts to as his strong legs push yours further apart.

“Fuck you’re so beautiful- you gonna cum for me, baby?”

“Yes,” your voice is but a whisper, lips not parting from his. “I’m so- fuck. I’m so close.”

“Let go, baby. I got you.”

You cry out when you feel him press firmly against your g-spot, legs shaking as you cum around his fingers, cunt fluttering restlessly around them, powered by his thumb on your clit, stimulating you from all nerve endings. Jungkook can feel the way you gush all around his hand, not once doubting you’ve made a mess out of his swimsuit, too.

“Oh, fuck,” you say, completely fucked-out as you relax against his body, blissfully coming down from probably the strongest orgasm you’ve had, well, ever.

He brandishes your shoulders with little kisses as he removes his fingers from between your legs, bringing them all the way to his mouth before he sucks on them – eyes closing in pleasure. Before he can open them, your hand is closing around his clothed cock, tight grip as you stroke him. He moans, fingers slipping from his wet mouth.

“You don’t have to,” he says, hand coming to rest on top of yours.

“I want to. Please.”

That damn word coming from your pretty lips will see the end of him. He gives you a faint nod as his hand closes around yours, tightening your grip. But it’s not enough, for either of you. Your hips pull back some, and his body jerks as your bare cunt comes in contact with his balls through the thin material of his swimsuit. You roll your hips, pleased with his reaction. Your fingers hook on the waistband of his shorts and his hips raise slightly as you push them past his hips, just enough to free his cock. You nearly drool at the sight of him – cock springing up and away from the restraints, landing on his pelvis. He’s long and thick, a pretty set of veins running from base to tip where he leaks a tiny pearl of precum, arousal so evident as it twitches and he whimpers. Jungkook is in no position to get cocky, considering how painfully hard he is, but a lazy grin forms at his lips when he sees you gawking at the size of him, trying to wrap your head around it. Your tiny hand travels down his stomach, emitting a groan from him as your fingers wrap around his girth – the tip of your thumb and fingers barely able to meet as your fist closes around his cock.

Your head lowers a bit before your jaw twitches, collecting your build-up saliva before you let a string of spit fall from your mouth all the way to the tip of his cock. Jungkook’s eyes roll at the mere sight, a feral moan leaving his lips.

“Fuck, ___. Yeah- fuck. Just like that.” He praises as your palm closes around his tip, thumb toying with his slit as you collect the precum that builds up at your ministrations.

Your touch is soft but firm, twisting at the upstroke, pace picking up as you feel him pulse around you. You bring your other hand down and close it around his base, gripping tightly as your other hand works his shaft and squeezes at his tip. He begins to lose control under you, fingers pressing on the soft flesh of your thighs and hips thrusting up at the rhythm of your merciless grip around his cock. He doesn’t think he’ll last much longer, especially when you start rutting your pussy mindlessly over his balls that feel heavy at the wake of his impending release.

“Koo,” you’ve never called him that and it does things to him, cock fighting with his heart to see who’ll explode first. “Cum for me, please. I wanna make you feel good,” you plead and it’s that innocence in your voice that threatens to tip him over the edge.

“It feels so good, baby. So fucking good- ffuck. There- don’t stop,” he begs as your thumb presses against his frenulum and your other hand strokes his shaft, tight hold on it as you twist your wrist.

You whine, exceptionally loud and Jungkook’s eyes snap open, met with the sight of your face contorting in pleasure as you bite your lip, your hands on his cock never faltering as the friction of your clit dragging against his balls rips another orgasm out of you. He thinks he’s about to pass out as he feels your pussy flutter as you press down on him.

“F-fuck. Fuck, that’s so hot. You’re gonna make me cum,” his hands fly to your hips, moving them against him even as you squirm in sensitivity.

“Yes, please- cum for me.” You sound delirious and that does it for him.

His head rolls back, leaning against the sofa as a feral groan rips from his chest – throaty and dreamy and you think you can cum again just by the way he sounds and looks as he falls apart under you. Face contorting in pleasure as he pulls his lip in-between his teeth, biting hard as his cock jerks in your hold and he spills all over your hands – so much cum some even lands on his tummy. His abs tense and finally release once he begins to come down.

“Holy fuck,” his voice shakes, hands gently coming down and removing yours from around his cock as he cringes with the over-sensitivity.

“That was…,” you start.

He sighs, tucking a fallen strand of hair behind your ear. “So good.”

You hum in response, face nuzzling against his touch. “I think we should head back. No one is going to believe it was this hard to find a rubber ducky.” You say, looking down at his softening cock.

“Don’t make me laugh just yet, I think I just blacked out.”

You hold back a chuckle, lips gently pressing against his as his hand plays with your hair.

“I’ll go clean up first. I’ll tell them you got a work call or something.”

He only nods, shooting you a lazy smile before you come to a standing position – steps faltering a bit as you regain your balance.

Jungkook’s head is still floating in cloud nine and he lets himself enjoy it for a minute until he can process just how good that was and how it’s about to make slow most likely, probably – impossible.

~

He walks into the living room, face glued to his phone as he scrolls aimlessly through it.

Yoongi lays on the couch with Soori nuzzled against his side as she suckles on her bottle.

“Hi,” he says when he sees Jungkook.

“Hey, man.” He responds casually.

“You look like you just fucked your nanny,” his voice has its usual monotone ring to it and Jungkook eyes widen at his blunt words.

“Yo. Language.” He scolds, pointing at Soori.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

He sits next to Soori, covering her ears, “I did not fuck ___.”

Yoongi scoffs, diverting his eyes back to the tv. “Really now? Are you gonna hit me with another she just straddled my lap?”

Jungkook stays silent.

Thankful his honesty back then landed him into this white lie so easily.

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HI. if u made it this far – i hope u enjoyed!! this was my first time explicitly squeezing my sexy juices out and I ENJOYED THAT A LITTLE TOO MUCH. i never want to leave the countryside. i am, officially, becoming a country girl. i truly hope u enjoyed. let me know what you thought!! i love talking to u guys, but u already know that <333 i’m sending loads of love!!!! xxxxx

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Everyone always makes jokes about libras being unable to answer simple questions without knowing how the other person would answer first (that post where someone’s like “hey how are you” libra goes idk how are you? Person says fine and libra says Oh I’m fine too). Anyways I never really fully understood it until the other day I asked my libra dom (Mercury Venus 5h) friend if he liked crunchy or smooth peanut butter better, and I’ve never seen someone struggle so much with that question in my entire life LMAO he tried to get me to say what MY favorite was and I was like lmao no way I asked first! It literally took him at least 5 minutes to answer fjfjfjgiiffijffhfbb

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jjk x (f) reader

summary “Baggy clothes are in, but you wouldn’t know that, Miss I Draw Inspiration From Catholic School Girls.” tags f2l, triple texting king kook, ncampus crush kook who is also the weird gamer boy, the skirt aspect is forgotten towards the end tbh, dumbassery is a disease and we are all affected by it, confessions SO CORNY it could be a 2005 teen romcom warnings smut in the form of: unprotected sex, use of mirrors, mostly heavy petting as foreplay I’m sorry, mentions of Jk’s furry ways as a gag kinda, like an unnecessary amount of swearing  wc 7.8k 

to make a long story short, i saw this nsfw gif and wrote this entire fic between 2 am and 6 am anyway i actually really like how this turned out!! lmk when u think

Part of the ideology behind the pleated skirt was in hopes that buying a new wardrobe would somehow help you rebrand your image around campus. Truthfully, it was kinda too late for that now; you’d been here going on three years, your friends and anyone with eyes could see that the style of clothing you leaned towards favored comfort over fashion. However, someone—it might’ve been Taehyung—had gone on a drunken spiel the other night concerning the importance of presenting oneself via fashion. It wasn’t aimed at you, but it certainly left you wondering. 

Which is how you find yourself shivering to the bone now, lingering around the west quad as you wait for Jungkook to come out of an anatomy lab. He’s at that point in the semester where grades mean nothing and everything to him at the same time, so Namjoon’s commissioned you and your other pals to take turns babysitting him once a week to make sure he gets at least some assignments done. 

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Giambattista Valli Spring 2024

The Garden Thief (M)

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader Word Count: 9.3K Genre: Hybrid AU, romance/drama/comedy, enemies to lovers Warnings: Unprotected sex, oral sex (fem. rec.), they get down and dirty outside but no one else is there to see them, cum play? (just a little), there’s also a bit of mud (sorry, but also not sorry, they’re outside what do you want from me?!?!), referenced hybrid neglect and oppression (hybrids are wrongfully deemed as pets by law and the majority of society).  

Summary: Your beloved vegetable patch has once again been victimized by a hungry thief in the night. The prime suspect? Jeon Jungkook, your neighbour’s rabbit hybrid. But when you finally confront him, he pleads innocent, and proposes a plan to clear his name.

A/N: I wrote this fic’s premise and opening scene for the ‘A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words Game’ that I played oh so long ago and now I’ve finally finished the tale!

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“Oh for fuck’s sake, not again!” You swear upon seeing the leafy green remains of several carrots lying in your garden, inches from where they used to be buried. This maddening mystery of the vanishing vegetables has been playing out all summer. You’ve set out deterrents for every possible garden pest, rolling out chicken wire and spraying natural remedies to repel anything from bugs to small rodents. Yet you still wake to find that your garden has been robbed in the night. The only possible suspect you haven’t been able to protect against resides just next door, in fact—

You squint up at the boarded fence, spotting a pair of long dark ears peeking out over the posts. “Jungkook, is that you?”

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Teuta Matoshi ‘Wild Daffodils’ & ‘Garden in the Sky’ Haute Couture Gowns

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tell me about naegleriasis

     Primary amoebic meningoencephalitis (PAM), also referred to as Naegleriais is a hemorrhagic infection of the central nervous system with a 95% fatality rate (1,5). Naegleriasis is caused by Naegleria Fowleri, a thermophilic and amphizoic amoeba that can be found in soil and freshwater in a free-living state. It has been observed infecting immunocompetent young adults and children (as compared to granulomatous amebic encephalitis, an infection caused by another amoeba that infects primarily immunocompromised hosts) prior to nasal aspiration of warm water via recreational activities such as diving, swimming, and water sports (2,5). Infection occurs when the amoeba travel through the olfactory nerves and cribriform plate, where they then enter the brain and cause extensive hemorrhaging and necrosis. Incubation of N. Fowleri may last from 2 to 15 days, while death usually occurs 3 to 10 days from the onset of symptoms (3,6).

     Naegleriasis may be difficult to identify (often only being formally diagnosed post-mortem) due to the fact that the symptoms present similarly to viral or bacterial meningitis and progression of PAM is rapid. Identification is often done via microscopic examination of patients cerebrospinal fluid, while post-mortem a hematoxylin and eosin staining of brain tissue is preformed (4.3). Symptoms of a Naegleriasis infection include a stiff neck, fever, nausea, vomiting, seizures, coma, and death (4).

     There does not appear to be an accurate notation of the current number of cases worldwide, but Naegleriasis cases have been identified in less than 16 different countries. Also, there are few survivors of Naegleriasis, with about 5 current survivors in North America alone (4,6). An interesting case of survival comes from a 78-year-old male patient, an atypical age group for presentation of PAM (1). There is no set treatment for the disease, as there have been no clinical trials to assess which treatments are most effective. The main drugs to treat Naegleriasis are amphotericin B and miconazole, as they were seen to be most effective against the amoebae during in vitro testing (4,5). Though, amphotericin B has side effects such as renal toxicity on patients (2). Also, with recent research showing that miltefosine may be effective against N. Fowleri  as well; the CDC has made miltefosine available per an on-need basis for treatment of infections caused by free-living amoeba including Balamuthia mandrillaris, N. fowleri, and Acanthamoeba species (2). Citations: (none of this is properly formatted because it’s tumblr sry) 1 Gautam, P., Sharma, S., Puri, S., Kumar, R., Midha, V., & Bansal, R. (2012,     January). A rare case of survival from primary amebic meningoencephalitis. Retrieved July 25, 2020, from https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC3338237/ 2. Grace, E., Asbill, S., & Virga, K. (2015, November). Naegleria fowleri: Pathogenesis, diagnosis, and treatment options. Retrieved July 25, 2020, from https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC4604384/ 3, Marciano-Cabral, F., & Cabral, G. (2007, November 01). Immune response to Naegleria fowleri amebae and pathogenesis of infection. Retrieved July 25, 2020, from https://academic.oup.com/femspd/article/51/2/243/888715 4. Primary Amebic Meningoencephalitis (PAM) - Naegleria fowleri. (2017, February 28). Retrieved July 25, 2020, from https://www.cdc.gov/parasites/naegleria 5. Visvesvara, G. S. (2010, January). Free-Living Amebae as Opportunistic Agents of Human Disease. Retrieved July 25, 2020, from https://www.researchgate.net/publication/47554562_Free-Living_Amebae_as_Opportunistic_Agents_of_Human_Disease 6. Yoder, J., Eddy, B., Visvesvara, G., Capewell, L., & Beach, M. (2009, October 22). The epidemiology of primary amoebic meningoencephalitis in the USA, 1962–2008: Epidemiology & Infection. Retrieved July 25, 2020, from https://www.cambridge.org/core/journals/epidemiology-and-infection/article/epidemiology-of-primary-amoebic-meningoencephalitis-in-the-usa-19622008/1CADA8AB942359501CCD94BA032B4DF5

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