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↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; what are you going to do when your best friend asks you to have sex with her boyfriend?

⇢ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jimin x reader

⇢ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: best friend’s boyfriend au, angst, fluff, smut

⇢ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: explicit language, oral sex (f.), protected sex, breast play

⇢ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 7k+

𝐚/𝐧: I’ve decided to rewrite and repost this entire series. It’s one of my first series on this blog, have been put on-hold for the longest time ever. It still is… not gonna lie, rewriting this story brought me mixed feelings about this. I’m not sure if it’s worth posting and writing – so please if you like this story let me know! The future of this story depends on you (literally) because I’ve been thinking about deleting it. I’m just not sure if ppl will like it, so if you do please let me know. Don’t ask me how I came up with this story idea lmao I don’t even know but I always come out with the weirdest ideas ever.

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“What?!”

The scream rips out of your throat, loud enough to make your best friend cringe at the loudness of your tone. But you don’t care. You don’t seem to focus enough to care. No other words leaving your mouth while you stare completely shocked at her. You just can’t seem to believe what she just said. Your rapidly beating heart says it all.

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All Wound Up (Harder) | KSJ, PJM

Pairing: Seokjin x Reader x Jimin

Genre: smut, porn with the barest of plots, strangers to lovers, Rock Star!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: swearing, drinking, kissing, oral (m + f receiving), facefucking, fingering, masturbation (m), handjobs, multiple cumshots, teasing, orgasm denial/edging, nipple tweaking, pinching, light spanking, thigh slapping, finger sucking, threesome, rough sex, spitroasting, squirting, Jimin's tongue, yes that needs its own warning, brat tamer Jin agenda, Fire Jin and Mic Drop Jimin are the visuals but with a lot more sweat and body chains, prodigious use of the words "brat" "sir" and "good girl" so don't say I didn't warn you, pure sunshine Hoseok agenda

Word Count: 11K

Disclaimer: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me

Summary: It's Jin and Jimin's turn for their body chain fittings. Will you finish the job and go home, or will this turn into another unforgettable night?

A/N: It's finally here! The sequel to All Wound Up (Tighter), which was inspired by the body harnesses worn by the vocal line at Permission to Dance On Stage. This can be read as a standalone fic if you haven't read the first one!

This is basically PWP again, so please be advised that reality truly doesn't factor in here. In the real world, there would probably be more of a discussion about kinks and limits, but is just a story of filthy strangers about to get it on. It's one hundred percent pure indulgence. Please enjoy. 😈

(Also this is my first attempt at writing brat taming, so... please be kind! 🥺)

Unbeta'd as usual. Let me know what you think - my inbox is open!💕

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“Sugar! What a delightful surprise. Aren’t you supposed to be at your fitting with Jin and Jimin?”

“I sure am. So would you care to tell me why I’m at their hotel suite right now and they are not?” You sigh into your phone, listening as your business partner taps away on his laptop.

“Um, I’m not sure. My last email exchange with Yoongi says they’d be ready for you at four. Let me call him real quick and see what’s going on, okay?” Hoseok offers.

“Okay.” Hanging up, you slide down the wall to sit against the door, glancing at your watch with a frown.

As the owner of a successful body accessories shop, Dark & Wild, you really don’t have time to spare. Your jewelry is in high demand, especially after two of the members of the band Dead Leaves wore your body chains during the first leg of their sold out world tour. 

You painstakingly craft every piece yourself. As your company’s popularity grows, so does your need to be back in your workshop, not sitting in the hallway of the ritzy Black Swan hotel, waiting for the other half of the band to show up for a fitting for their own custom harnesses.

Your phone buzzes. “Got some bad news, sugar,” Hoseok softly coos, obviously trying to cushion whatever blow he’s about to deliver. “It looks like Yoongi got the dates mixed up. He thought the fitting was tomorrow. The band’s still at rehearsal right now.”

“Well, that’s just fucking great. I’ve wasted my time getting here today, and I can’t be here tomorrow because I have that out-of-town meeting with my silver guy, remember?” 

“I do remember, since I’m the one who scheduled it. But it’s okay - I have some good news, too.”

You lean your head against the door. “Why the fuck didn’t you lead with that?”

Hoseok laughs, the sunny sound filling the hallway. “Sorry, I figured it was better to start with the bad. Anyway, Yoongi is sending someone over to pick you up and take you to the concert venue. He said you’re welcome to hang out until rehearsal ends - should only be another hour or so - or you can hang out in the artist’s lounge backstage. You can do the fitting there when they’re done.”

“Sure, whatever,” you reply, grabbing the handle of your suitcase, which holds the custom pieces. “Tell Yoongi I’m charging him for the time I have to sit here waiting.”

“I’ll pass along the message,” Hoseok promises, hanging up as you drag your suitcase back to the lobby.

Yoongi apparently took your billing threat seriously, because only a few minutes later, you spot a tall slab of beefcake bounding towards you. His tight black “Security” shirt looks like it’s two seconds from ripping at the seams as he smiles at you, dimples popping out.

He calls out your name as a question and you nod. “Yoongi-ssi sends his apologies,” the tall man says. “I’m Namjoon. I’ll be your ride to Heaven.” 

“I bet,” you mutter under your breath, following him out to where an idling black SUV waits.

Dead Leaves typically sell out giant coliseums and stadiums, but for this tour, they’re going back to their roots and only playing in intimate venues. The show they’re rehearsing for today is at Stairway to Heaven, the iconic dive bar slash rock’n’roll club where all the greats who have passed through your city have played over the years.

This is what Namjoon informs you as you sit quietly in the passenger’s seat, resting your head against the window. You didn’t ask and you don’t care, but he’s more than happy to fill you in anyway. You get the feeling he doesn’t get to do a lot of talking in his line of work, eyeing the scrapes on his knuckles and the swell of his biceps. 

The band is on stage when you arrive at the club. Namjoon leads you to the balcony, which is really just a metal catwalk ringing the main floor. “You can hang out here,” he shouts over the music. “Or if you want to wait in the green room, it’s downstairs. Just take a left at the bottom of the stairs and follow the signs.”

You shoot him a thumbs up and he disappears. 

As the band strikes up another emo pop punk power ballad, your eye is drawn to familiar faces. The bass player, a dark-haired Adonis with a sprawling tattoo of branches and flowers trailing down his shirtless torso. Taehyung. And behind the drum kit, sporting purple hair now instead of pretty mint, tongue flicking out to lick at his lip ring as he pounds away, is Jungkook. The two men who’d worn your body chains. 

Visions of their fitting flash before your eyes. Memories of two pairs of hands. Two mouths. Two incredibly sexy men, making you cum harder than you’d ever cum in your life.

You turn away, not even bothering to look at the other two band members. What happened last time was a one-time thing. A total fluke. This time, you’re going to keep it professional. Do the fitting, make any necessary alterations, and get the fuck out.

Right? Right.

Turns out Dead Leaves’s music is actually really catchy. But you decide to go wait in the green room anyway. Hopefully, the band will finish shortly and you can get the fitting done and be back on your way to your studio before your entire day is shot. 

Forty-five minutes later, you’re still waiting. You’re also pretty tipsy. 

All desire to maintain your professionalism goes straight out the window when you spot the impressive tequila collection in the bar at the back of the artist lounge, a literally green room with bright lime velvet curtains hanging from the walls. Plush leather couches line one side, makeup mirrors and vanities the other. It’s fairly swank for such an old rattrap of a club. Even the private bathroom is nice, with a surprisingly large glass double shower stall for the band to use.

Typically, you wouldn’t drink on the job, but the longer you wait, the longer you feel like you deserve a little treat. You pour yourself one shot, and it goes down smooth like butter, so you pour a second. Then you decide to put on some music while you wait, playing with the ancient jukebox in the corner of the room.

It’s as you’re taking the third shot, tipping your head back while you dance around the lounge, that the door opens and two angels walk in.

These heavenly blond men, one tall and broad shouldered, the other shorter and slender, gaze at you in surprise with wide innocent eyes, obviously not expecting to find you tipsy and grinding it out to “How Do You Want It?” like the rent is due tomorrow.

Slamming the empty shot glass on the bar, you wipe your mouth delicately as you grin. “Hi. I got bored.”

“Hi,” the tall one says. “I’m Jin.”

“Nice to meet you. I’m Jimin.” The shorter one flashes a cherubic smile. “Sorry about the wait.”

As they approach, you are struck by two thoughts: fuck, they’re hot, and fuck, they’re sweaty.

Jin peels off a black duster-length leather coat, revealing a white button-up that is totally drenched with sweat. Meanwhile, Jimin’s black t-shirt is sticking to him, outlining every muscle underneath. His plaid pants cling to obscenely thick thighs.

And you’re here to do a fitting. To put your hands all over those bodies.

Which has you wondering… where are the other two? Not that you need them here or anything. Just curious. 

Jimin notices you eyeing the door. “Taehyung and Jungkook needed to get back to the hotel,” he says, sliding behind the bar. “They said hi, by the way.” He knocks back a shot of tequila and grins, eyes squeezing into tiny crescents.

“Yeah,” Jin leans against the bar beside you, a similarly bright smile on his face. “I think they wanted to come say hello in person, but they’re doing an interview.” He downs the shot Jimin hands him as you wave away his offer to refill your glass.

“Oh. Cool.” Two fewer distractions to deal with. Definitely for the best. At least these two don’t throw off any sinful tempter vibes like the other two did. Jimin and Jin have such a sweet energy. Maybe you can knock this fitting out fast enough to get a ride home from Namjoon before your buzz wears off. Then maybe you can ride Namjoon at home. 

No more tequila for you.

“So, where do you want us?” Jin asks.

Déjà vu. 

You tilt your head slightly, wishing you hadn’t had that third shot. Then you glance at both men’s damp shirts again. “Do you, uh, need a minute to clean up or shower or whatever? Like, don’t let me stop you. You look like you’ve been rehearsing hard. ”

Jimin laughs. “Is that your polite way of saying we look disgusting?” he inquires, a mischievous gleam in his eye.

“No, no!” You wave your hands. “I just thought you might want to make yourselves more comfortable. I’m clearly interrupting your usual post-rehearsal routine.”

“Oh no, please, we’re the ones inconveniencing you!” Jin claims, eyes widening again. The silver chains dangling from his ears bounce as he shakes his head. “Yoongi-ah told us how busy you are. He feels really terrible about the mix-up and told us to make sure we took care of you.”

“Yeah, so if you don’t mind that we’re a little sweaty, we can go ahead and start. We don’t want to make you wait any longer,” Jimin finishes.

It’s obviously going to be a standoff between who can be the most accommodating, so you decide to cave. 

“I don’t mind if you don’t mind,” you declare, and grasp the handle on your case. “We can just use the mirrors here. Who wants to go first?”

“Go ahead, hyung,” Jimin says, tipping more tequila into his mouth. 

Popping your case open, you retrieve Jin’s harness as you wait for him to remove his shirt. He makes no such movement. After a few seconds, you clear your throat. “Uh. You gonna take that off, or…?”

Jin blinks. “Do you need me to?”

“Well, I thought… I mean, Taehyung and Jungkook said…” The other two told you they perform shirtless, so you just assumed the whole band did. You’re not really sure why you made that leap. “They don’t wear shirts on stage.”

“Ah. Right. Well, I do.”

“Yeah, hyung’s not a show-off like our maknaes,” Jimin chimes in, propping his chin in his hand on the bar. “Or me. He’s got class.”

“I wouldn’t go that far,” Jin winks. 

“The harness is designed to be worn over clothing as well, so it doesn’t matter, anyway.” You lift the chain and nod for him to step forward.

Jin stoops slightly so you can drape the chain over his neck. You slowly circle him, smoothing out the harness over the sodden wrinkles of his starch-white shirt. Patches of the material are so soaked that they’re see-through, giving you a glimpse of sun-kissed skin beneath. 

“Hmmm,” he hums, glancing at himself in one of the makeup mirrors on the wall as you step back. “Maybe it would be better without a shirt.” His fingers make quick work of his buttons and he starts to slip the top off. 

With a sigh, you help him remove the shirt without getting tangled up in his chain. His skin is so slick beneath your hands. Normally, you’d wrinkle your nose in disgust at a stranger’s sweat underneath your fingertips, but the shots have dulled your reactions a little so you don’t mind. It helps that he smells like tequila and strawberries mixed with his natural muskiness. It’s a heady concoction.

Or maybe that’s the liquor. 

Either way, it takes you a moment to realize he asked you something. 

“Sorry, what?” You meet his gaze in the mirror. He smirks for a second before he repeats himself. 

“I said, I think I like this better. What’s your professional opinion?”

Your professional opinion? The harness perfectly accents his sculpted body. 

No wonder the man prefers to keep his shirt on when he’s on stage. It’s bad enough he walks around with that handsome face. He’d probably start a riot if he walked around topless, too. His skin shimmers with his exertion, sweat clinging to his arms and pecs, and he seems even broader now without any clothing hiding his frame. The chain draws your eye down his back, from his wide shoulders to his rather tapered waist. He’s got those upside-down triangle proportions. A perfect Dorito.

Your unprofessional opinion? He’s hot as fuck and the chain would give you something to hold on to while you ride him into the sunrise.

Maybe you should drink some water.

The design Jin requested doesn’t appear at first to be as flashy as the others. It’s a simple chain, one loop around his neck, one strand running down his front, one down his back, ending in flares over his hips. But when he shifts, the metal catches the light, revealing tiny droplets of moissanite woven into the strands. The sparkling effect makes him even more dazzling. Especially when he unleashes that brilliant smile, warm chestnut eyes shimmering as he waits for your answer.

“I think it works.” 

Jimin joins his bandmate by the mirror. “Damn, hyung, you should definitely wear this and nothing but this on stage tomorrow night. Everyone will lose their minds.” His fingers ghost down the chain hanging on Jin’s back. “Okay, can I put mine on now?” Jimin turns to you excitedly. 

“Hold on a sec. Do you like the way it hangs, Jin? Is the length ok? The tightness?” You return to his side. “If you need any alterations, I can make those tonight and have this ready for you to wear tomorrow. If that’s what you want.” 

Jin appraises himself in the mirror. “I don’t think it needs anything. You're really talented, you know that?”

“I do. But it never hurts to hear it,” you grin. “If you don’t need anything changed, then it’s all yours.” 

Jimin claps. “Now do me!” 

The eternal 13-year-old in your head snickers at his words as you delicately remove Jimin’s harness from your case. Jimin yanks his shirt over his head and once again you’re greeted by the sight of bronzed skin coated in a glossy sheen of sweat. He’s lithe, more of a dancer’s build than rippling muscles, and like his absent bandmates, he has some ink, the word “Nevermind” scrawled along his ribcage while an ornately-written “Youth” hides behind one of his ears. On the back of his neck is a sliver of a moon. 

As he lowers his head, you arrange the chain around him, fingers flying to work any kinks away. Jimin’s chain has the longest neck piece, the v dipping all the way down to his navel. His links are larger than the others, more ornate, and hanging on such a gorgeous man, the effect is rather regal. 

As you finish uncoiling the flares over his hips, you brush your fingers over the tattoo on his side. “Nirvana?”

He shakes his head. “Everyone always guesses that.” 

“It’s a secret. He won’t even tell us,” Jin pipes up from one of the couches. He’s still wearing his chain, absentmindedly twining it around his hand, looking every inch the sweaty rock god he is.

“You guys already know too much about me. Gotta keep some mystery in our relationship,” Jimin grins cheekily, tugging on one of silver hoops hanging from his ear.

You simply hum, observing the harness closely, looking for any imperfections. Finding none.

You’re definitely not also examining the incredible body underneath. This entire band is nothing but ridiculously hunky men, huh? 

“So what’s the verdict?” you ask, extending a hand to straighten a few links. Your fingers once again skim over the smooth skin of his shoulder blade, perhaps lingering a second or two longer than necessary. 

Jimin’s expression changes as he assesses his reflection. He looks almost stern now, blond hair flopping over his furrowed brow, critically scrutinizing his appearance. Evaluating your work. 

“I love it,” he finally announces, a beatific smile lighting up his face. “It’s perfect as is.” 

“Fantastic.” Well, that was fucking easy. You glance at your watch. There’s still enough time for you to get back to your studio and get some work done without having it bleed into your night. Although, maybe you should wait to sober up a little more before you handle any machinery or tools. You’re still pondering this as Jin stands.

“Question - can we get these wet?”

“Hmm? Oh, yeah, I wouldn’t, like, wear them swimming every day or anything, but they’ll be fine.” You eye the chain dangling from his chest. “Why, are you worried about all that sweat tarnishing them?”

Jin laughs, a goofy squeaking honk that has you giggling despite yourself. You’re a lot of things, but a giggler’s not one of them. “No, but should I be? That’s the second time you’ve pointed out how gross we are after rehearsing.” 

“Ah, that’s not… actually, no, you’re right, the two of you are pretty nasty right now,” you reply with a teasing grin, zipping up your case.

“Hey!” Jimin protests, plump lips forming a pout. “We’re not that bad. You should see us after a concert.” 

“Besides, I didn’t hear you complaining when you had your hands all over me earlier,” Jin adds, wiggling his eyebrows faux seductively. 

“Excuse me? I didn’t have my hands ‘all over you,’ I was helping you adjust the harness!” you correct him with an indignant snort. “Believe me, if I had, we wouldn’t be having this discussion right now.” 

Well, that’s not quite what you meant to say. And now you can’t stop imagining running your hands all over his slick skin, caressing the areas you didn’t get to touch earlier, like the ridges of his abs… damn it, you need to focus right now! You’re so close to being done here, so why are you trying to drag things out? Just wrap it up so you can leave!

Jin loses his silly expression, eyebrow lifting in sincere curiosity now. “And why is that?”

For the briefest of moments, you consider laughing and changing the subject, but something about the look in his eye awakens your more playful side. There’s no harm in indulging in some flirtation, right? It’s been a long week. Might as well enjoy yourself a little.

It’s not like this fitting is going to end like the last one. You’re almost out the door now. Pretty much.

“I mean, you’ve seen my handiwork,” you purr, reaching out to stroke the strand of metal hanging from his neck, sliding your fingers along the links. ”Do you really think if I got my talented hands all over you, you’d still be able to speak right now?”

Maybe you laid it on a little thick. You’ve never seen a man’s iris visibly darken like that before. Jin’s eyebrow rises again as the corner of his mouth lifts. “I stand corrected.” 

“Mmmhmm. That’s what I thought.” Pulling the handle on your case, you look at the door. “So, do I just talk to Namjoon about getting a ride home, or….”

“Ah, Namjoon-ah is already gone. He took Tae and Kook to the hotel,” Jin explains.

“Oh.” Damn. There goes your trip to heaven. “Well, okay, can someone else here give me a ride home?” 

“I’m sure we can arrange something,” Jimin says. “Are you in a hurry to leave?” 

“Kinda. I have a lot of work waiting for me.” 

“Wait, are we done with the fitting?” Jin interjects. 

“Uh, yes? I mean, you both said you were happy with your chains as is, right? No alterations needed?” 

“Sure, but what about testing the quality of the chains?” 

The blank look you shoot him prompts Jin to continue.  

“You know, you say the harnesses are safe in water, but then tomorrow night we get on stage, and we splash some water bottles around, and next thing you know, these chains are all rusty.” He pauses, tipping his head towards his bandmate. “Jimin, don’t you think we should get a little demonstration? Make sure the chains can hold up to some serious wetness?”

Jimin glances at his hyung, and though you can’t quite interpret the look that passes between them, given the glimmer in Jimin’s deep brown orbs, you’re fairly certain you get the gist. 

“Yeah, you’re right,” Jimin nods, sly smile creeping across his face. “Yoongi’d never let us hear the end of it if we spent all this money on this jewelry only to have it corrode on us. And the last thing we need is an annoyed Yoongi-hyung.” 

“You wouldn’t want to leave us disappointed, would you?” Jin takes a step closer, his long fingers tangling in his chain as he peers at you. 

You glance from man to man. Both are waiting for your answer.

The pile of work waiting back in your studio is practically screaming your name at this point. So why are you still standing here, contemplating your next move? 

You know exactly why. You can’t stop thinking about the last fitting. That session ended the way it did because those two made you a very enticing offer. These two haven’t done any such thing yet, but they’re clearly dragging things out–they can’t possibly be serious about testing the “quality” of the chains, can they? They obviously want you to stay a little longer.

So what do you want? 

“Okay, so what, you need a demonstration or something?”

Both men nod. 

“Well, I suppose I could show you…” you spin around the room before pointing to the private bathroom. “In there?” 

The three of you crowd around the pedestal sink. Another playful urge comes over you. With a twist of the tap, you grab a handful of water and fling it at Jin, purposefully missing the chain dangling from his chest and hitting his face instead. He yelps in surprise. 

“Hey!” 

You and Jimin laugh as he sputters. 

“See? It holds up fine.” You gesture to the metal. 

“Uh, it barely got wet,” Jimin points out. 

“Yeah, you only hit my face!” Jin glares.

Sighing, you nod. “You’re right, I’m sorry. Let me try again.” You cup your hand and immediately toss more water at Jin’s handsome face. Jimin’s cackles grow louder as Jin grabs a hand towel, dabbing his eyes.

“Sorry, sorry, my aim is so bad today!” You reach for the tap and Jin suddenly grabs your forearm with his hand. “Hey!” 

A nasty artillery of curse words start to launch themselves from your lips, but the hard look he gives you makes you fall silent. “Don’t you even think about throwing one more handful,” he drawls slowly, speaking calmly, as his thumb softly caresses the inside of your wrist, back and forth. 

A shiver runs through you at the timbre of his voice.

“Okay. I won’t throw one,” you promise, all sweetness and light as you smile at him. 

As soon as he releases you, you scoop up water with both hands. 

It splashes everywhere, hitting Jin’s face, neck, chest, even you and Jimin get sprayed. The shorter man doubles over in laughter as Jin sputters in shock. As he dries his face again, Jin’s eyes sweep over you from head to toe, carefully assessing you. Another tingle races down your spine.

Then he draws himself up to his full height and your mirth evaporates completely. He pushes his dripping hair back from his face as he glowers, tongue poking his cheek, full lips pursed. The heat from his gaze ironically freezes you, and you go completely still as he curls his long fingers around both of your wrists. With a sharp yank, he pulls you to him, and you gasp. He holds you with a firm grip, not tight enough that you couldn’t break away. This close, you can feel the heat of his body. 

“Brat,” he rasps, the tone of his voice much lower than before. “That was very rude. I distinctly told you not to do that.” His gaze is unfathomably dark, sending a jolt of excitement shooting through you, right to your core. Fuck, that look just makes you want to piss him off more.

“No, you told me not to throw one handful. I didn’t. I threw two.” You lift your chin defiantly, a proud smirk on your lips. 

Jin’s eyes narrow. “Jimin,” he says, craning his head to look around you. “Did you hear that?”

Holy fuck, while reveling in Jin’s smoldering gaze, you nearly forgot about the other man, who is silently observing the two of you. Just watching. 

More déjà vu. 

“Mmmhmm. She’s got a real smart mouth, hyung.” Jimin’s hands dance over your shoulders as he comes up behind you. The rings on his fingers press lightly into your bare arms, and as he steps closer, you find yourself trapped between the bandmates. 

“If you think this is me being a smartass, you-” 

Jin grabs your chin, cutting off your retort. “He wasn’t talking to you, brat.” His eyes flash. 

Well. This is not a situation you typically find yourself in. Not just the physical, standing between two insanely gorgeous men, but letting anyone talk to you this way. You have a reputation for being a ballbuster for several reasons. You have literally kicked multiple people in the balls over the years for saying less to you. 

But right now you don’t want to do or say a thing to break the delicious tension in the room. Wherever this is going, you are in. 

“Bold little brat, coming in here, drinking all our tequila, calling us gross, disobeying our requests and now talking back?” Jin tsks, skimming his hand down your neck. Despite his rough tone, his touch is gentle, and you practically burn for more. “What should we do about that?”

Jimin sniffs. “What we always do, hyung. Teach them a lesson.” 

Well, fuck. You’re suddenly glad you didn’t leave earlier. Work has been so much lately - busy is good, but busy is stressful - and you’re in dire need of a release. The pile of unfinished projects back at your studio will have to wait. You need to know what these two have in mind. 

Jin nods in agreement with his bandmate. “Any suggestions?”

“I have a few,” you hum, knowing full well that he wasn’t talking to you. Jin’s eyebrows rise. He leans so close, you can feel his breath on your lips.

“Did I address you, brat? Say your name, hmm?” 

“No.” 

“No…?”

Oh, fuck, we’ve got ourselves a sir. This isn’t usually your thing, but… what the hell. You can play along.

“No, sir,” you intone politely, licking your lips.

Jin huffs in amusement. “Well, look at that, it’s not just her mouth that’s smart. She knows exactly what to say now, huh?” His head tips to the side again, that appraising look wandering over your frame, lingering on your chest, your hips. “Good girl. Keep it up.” 

“That’s what we like to hear,” Jimin adds, hands massaging your shoulders. His fingers are rough, unsurprising for a guitarist, and as they dig into the knots in your neck, a tiny moan slips past your lips. “Oh, she’s all wound up, hyung. Did that feel good?” His voice is a whisper in your ear, breath a ghost on your skin. 

“Yes,” you groan, and the fingers stop. Shit. “Yes, sir.” 

Jimin chuckles as Jin tugs you against his chest again, snapping your attention back to him. “So… are you ready to learn?”

It’s a simple question. You know what he’s really asking. This is it - last exit. Last chance to bow out. Because you’re pretty sure once you answer, there’s no going back. 

Fuck it. You’re in. 

“Yes, sir.” 

Jin studies your face carefully, suddenly rather serious. “If anything gets too much for you, you stop us right away by saying a safe word. Can you think of a word you want to use?” 

Shit. How rough are these two about to get? You’re pretty much down for anything, but you’ve never had to use a safe word before. What are you supposed to pick - something memorable but unlikely to come up naturally, right? “Uh. Sure. How about… alpaca?” 

His lips twitch in mirth. “Alpaca? Okay. If you think you’ll remember that?”

You nod. “Yes, I’ll remember. Sir.” 

That sinful smile again. “Good girl. Then let’s see….” He glances around the small space. “I think you still owe us a proper demonstration. Don’t you think so, Jimin-ah?”

“Definitely, hyung.” Jimin wanders over to the glass shower stall. “I don’t think we can trust her with the sink, though. We better try it here. In case it gets messy.” 

“Oh, I know it’s going to get messy. But she’s not going to try another trick like that. Are you?” Jin asks, once more grasping your chin with his fingers. You gaze into his molten eyes as you attempt to shake your head, but his firm grip keeps it in place. “Use your words.” 

“No… sir.” It is not in your nature to address someone like this. You’re absolutely going to forget at some point and it’s absolutely going to get you into trouble, isn’t it? 

The thought sends a hot lick of desire swooping into your stomach. 

Jin releases you and takes a step back. He starts to peel his ridiculously tight jeans off as Jimin also strips down to his boxers. “Come on, brat. Take off those clothes. Don’t want them getting soaked, now do we?” 

Both men stare unabashedly at you as you slowly peel your tank top and jeans off, leaving your lacy black bra and matching panties on. Jimin whistles, and you preen. You’ve never been shy about your body, embracing every curve, and the looks of admiration on their faces bolster you even more. 

“Such pretty packaging,” Jimin murmurs as he pulls you into the shower with him and Jin. “Okay if I unwrap you?” 

You nod, and he just blinks patiently, waiting. “Oh! Yes, sir.” 

With a crooked grin, Jimin slides his hands around your waist and up your back. He’s moving painfully slowly for your taste, but you don’t protest, breath hitching as he tilts his face to yours. Gentle lips caress your own, and as you lean into his kiss, he unhooks your bra before pulling you closer. 

Another pair of hands land on your waist, lightly tugging your panties down. The sensation is so featherlight that it tickles, and you giggle into Jimin’s mouth before moaning as the fingers quickly slip between your legs, smearing through the slickness there with a much rougher touch.

“Hmmm, someone’s eager,” Jin whispers into your ear as he presses himself flat against your back, as much as he can with a massive erection poking into the swell of your ass. The silk of his boxers rubs against you as he continues. “You want me to keep going?” His fingers hover at your entrance.

“Please, sir,” you gasp, breaking away from Jimin’s plush lips long enough to answer. The shorter man’s own hardness pokes into your thigh as you push back against Jin, waiting for him to slide one of those long fingers inside you. 

Only to let out a wail of disappointment as he withdraws his hand from where you want it most and gives you a little slap on your ass. The sting makes you jump in shock.

“You really think you deserve that right now, brat?” Jin smacks your cheek again, and you whimper pathetically, surprising yourself. “We’d be pretty terrible at this if we rewarded you now, wouldn’t we?” 

A million retorts run through your mind but you choke them down. “Yes, sir.” 

Jimin smiles sweetly, his hand soothingly rubbing the spot where Jin’s smacks still twinge. “Don’t worry. Just do what we tell you and we’ll make sure you get what you want.” His smile becomes something darker, more devilish. “Eventually.” 

In tandem, Jimin and Jin drop their boxers. You attempt not to gawk as their cocks spring free. Jin’s is just as long as you’d expected given his height, but you’re shocked to discover how thick the shorter man’s is. Jimin catches you gaping and shoots you a wink. 

“Let’s get wet,” he trills playfully, and with a twist of the knob on the wall, water begins to pour from the double showerhead above. 

Both men run their hands through their hair as the water cascades over their naked bodies. Jimin brushes the damp strands out of his face before he grabs your hand and tugs you over, spinning you around so Jin can kiss you while his own hands roam over your backside. The elder’s tongue slips between your panting lips as Jimin squeezes your ass, his mouth suctioning to your neck. There is warm, slick skin all around you, pressing into every exposed inch of your front and back, and for a moment you lose yourself in the sensation, eyes closing in bliss. 

Jin pulls away, tipping his head back to let the shower run down his broad shoulders and over his chest. The chain glitters in the light reflecting off the drops of water that cling to it as he holds the metal out to inspect. “Looks like it’s holding up well.” 

“Well, duh, I told you it was water resistant! I mean, hello, I can tell you exactly what it’s made of. The metal is–” Your eyes go wide as one of Jimin’s hands snakes around and clamps your mouth shut, gently pinching your lips between his thumb and forefinger. “Mmmph!”

“Wow, you just can’t stop with the attitude, can you?” he tuts, other arm wrapping around your waist to hold you flush to him. “Hyung, what are we going to do with this mouth?”

“I think we need to keep it busy,” Jin replies, eyes glimmering. Something about the look in his eye has you clenching around nothing. “You know, I’m not sure this shower is really doing the trick. Maybe you should help us out, brat.” He laughs. “Since you so rudely told us we were disgusting earlier, I think you should be the one to clean us.”

Jimin releases your lips so you can answer. “You want me to… wash you?” Your fingers twitch at the thought of finally getting to roam over their taut bodies. Jin gives you a look. “Uh, sir?”

Jin nods, and Jimin’s arm drops to let you move. Okay. Not quite what you expected them to ask you to do, but fine. You don’t mind. But as you reach for the soap and washcloths tucked into a niche in the shower wall, Jin holds his arm out, blocking you.

“Uh-uh,” he clucks his tongue. “Not with those.”

Oh, of course. Honestly, how did you not see this coming? 

“Tongue only,” Jin commands, dragging his fingers along your jaw and tapping your lips with his crooked pointer. “Now get to work.”

Stepping under the stream of water raining down, you tentatively approach the taller blonde, unsure where exactly to start. He grins, tilting his head to the side to expose his neck, and you rise up on your tiptoes, sliding the tip of your tongue between your teeth to give an experimental lick. 

Fuck, he even tastes like strawberries. 

A contented hum rumbles through Jin’s chest as you run your tongue down his throat, gathering the sweat and salt hidden in the little notch between his collarbones. You reach out with both hands to touch him, but Jimin stops you, locking his fingers around your wrists.

“Oh no, none of that,” he sings over your shoulder, tugging on your forearms. You understand immediately what he wants, allowing him to bring your arms behind your back. “Keep these here,” he demands, his fingers lacing yours together. “Can’t have you using your hands. Or touching yourself. You gotta earn that. Do you understand?”

“Really? No hands?” darts past your lips before you can stop it. 

There’s a sharp pinch on your ass. You jump with a squeal. “Hey!”

Another pinch. This time, you bite your tongue, glaring over your shoulder at the pincher, who merely smiles behind you.

“When I tell you to answer me, I’m not asking for commentary,” Jimin states, clucking his tongue. “A simple ‘yes, sir’ or ‘no, sir,’ will suffice. Got it?”

“Yes. Sir.” Goddamn it, how do people remember to keep using that word? And can you really keep quiet like they want you to? This stuff doesn’t come naturally to you, but you’ll be damned if you’re going to stop, especially now, as you tip your chin up again to return to your task. 

Without your hands to keep you steady, you’re a little awkward as you keep moving down, flicking your tongue over one of his dusky brown nipples, then the other. Water trickles into your lips, mingling with the tang of his sweat. Jin doesn’t seem to mind that you keep bumping your nose against him. He sighs happily while you lave over his torso, kissing and licking the whole way as you sink to your knees.

“Good girl,” he murmurs as you settle yourself between his legs. Another wave of arousal rolls through your belly. You actually like it when he calls you that. Surprising. The phrase always struck you as condescending, but from Jin’s luscious lips, it sounds like the highest praise. “Now let’s keep that mouth busy, okay?” His hand pumps his cock lazily a few times, and you sit back on your heels, just waiting. “Come here, brat. Come get a taste.” 

Jin’s wide shoulders block most of the water from the shower from hitting you as you rise up on your knees and lean towards the anaconda in his hand. There’s absolutely no way you’re getting that whole thing in your mouth without gagging, even for someone without much of a gag reflex. But you’ll sure as hell try anyway. 

“Better open wide,” Jimin advises, standing next to Jin under the other showerhead. He slowly strokes his cock, gaze fixed on your mouth. “Stick out that sharp tongue, baby, and let us see what else it’s good for, besides talking back.” 

Letting your jaw drop, you scoot forward as Jin lays the head of his cock on your tongue. You swirl around him, wetting the tip before you suck it into your mouth. “That’s it,” Jin groans, as his head rolls back. His eyes close for a second, but then he reopens them, not wanting to look away as you take more of him in. “Show me what this mouth was made for.” 

You merely hum in assent, focusing on keeping your jaw relaxed and your throat open as Jin plunges in languidly, reveling in the delicious wet heat of your mouth. It’s weird doing this without your hands to balance yourself. And you want to touch him, stroke the length that isn’t in your mouth yet, make sure he’s enjoying everything you can give him, but you remember Jimin’s instructions and keep your hands behind your back, tightly clutching.

One of Jin’s large hands cups the back of your head as he continues to slide more of himself into your waiting lips. “Ready to take more?” He starts to thrust a little faster. “Like this? Can you take it, brat?” 

“Mmmm,” you gurgle, saliva flooding your mouth, and you swallow around him. He moans and picks up his pace. His hand presses your head forward, and you don’t resist, letting him guide you as wants. 

“Go on, hyung, she can handle it.” Jimin’s own tongue snakes out of his mouth to lick at the corner of his lips as he grips his erection, jerking faster. “Look at her. She’s ready. Fuck that sass right out of that mouth.” 

“Fuck, yeah, she’s ready, aren’t you, brat?” Jin smirks down at you. “Gonna fuck your mouth now. Take it like a good girl.” 

Just like in business, when it comes to your sex life, you’re usually the one in control. It’s just how you’ve always been - no matter if it was a long-term relationship or a one night stand, you’ve always been the one calling the shots. To be like this now, on your knees, hands locked behind you, letting this man use your face as a fuck toy… well, it’s new. Even the previous fitting wasn’t like this. 

You’re fucking loving it. 

His hard cock plunges faster into your mouth, and you gaze up at him with wide eyes, trying to impress upon him just how much you want to stay his good girl. The tiles under your knees are hard and cold, but you don’t give a fuck, intent only on getting Jin off and proving you deserve a reward. All you want right now is to make him fall apart on your tongue.

Tears prick at the corners of your eyes as you gag, drool spilling over your lips only to be washed away by the water flowing from the showerheads. Jin fucks your face, his fingers gripping your head, making you bob on him. It’s not just saliva that drips down your body. Your arousal is coating your thighs at this point, and you clench them together tightly, wishing desperately for some friction. 

Jin’s head lolls back again, lost in ecstasy as he thrusts into your throat. With his eyes closed, Jimin appears to also be adrift in rapture, furiously stroking himself to the sounds of your gagging mingling with the moans that slip from Jin’s plump lips. 

Keeping your left hand behind your back, you carefully slide your right hand between your legs and press on your throbbing clit. A low hum bubbles up from your chest, the relief immediate and overwhelming. Jin hisses at the vibrations. “Fuck, brat, that’s it. Just like that.” 

You nearly slip a finger inside yourself, dying to feel something filling your throbbing cunt, but quickly lock your hands behind your back again before either man catches you.

Jin suddenly withdraws from your mouth completely. Shit. Did he see you touch yourself?

“Why?” you whine frustratedly.

Jin laughs, wrapping his fingers around his darkened head. “Poor thing’s cockhungry now, huh? It’s okay, brat, it’s just Jimin’s turn.” 

The other man bites his lush bottom lip as he watches you open your mouth with an expectant look. Huffing a laugh, he taps his cock on your waiting tongue. “Is that as wide as you can go?” 

With an annoyed glare, you open as wide as you possibly can, and his head finally passes through your lips. Jimin doesn’t take his time building up his pace like Jin did. Instead, the younger man immediately begins to thrust as quickly as you can take him, lips stretching around his girth as he ruts away. 

Whereas Jin tasted like strawberries, tart but sweet, Jimin is all salt, a slight tang that you still savor as you work your tongue along the bottom of his thick cock. His scent hits your nose as it bounces off his pelvis, filling your senses with nothing but him, driving all other thoughts out of your head.

“Ahh, shit, that’s a good little mouth,” he hisses as you repeat your actions, sucking and swallowing around him like you did to Jin, who is still gripping himself tightly as he watches. Your eyes bounce from man to man, drinking in their expressions. Jin’s gaze is sharp, focused, while Jimin’s eyelashes flutter against his round cheeks as he moans, running a hand down the chain hanging over his chest. “Fuck, baby, you can use your hands now.”

As soon as you hear the command, you ignore the unceasing need between your legs and reach out and grab Jin’s cock in one hand and Jimin’s in the other. Both men groan harmoniously, and you speed up your pumping, spurred on by the way their noises grow louder, more agitated. 

“Shit, I’m gonna cum,” Jin pants. “Gonna paint you, brat.”

“Oh, fuck, me too, here it comes,” Jimin gasps. 

“Mmmph,” you moan, and Jin’s first spurt hits you in the chin, white dripping down your neck as Jimin’s hips stutter and he cums down your throat. He pulls out as you sputter and choke, but you don’t let a single drop spill, swallowing it all down.

Jimin grabs your hand and helps you to your feet. “Such a good girl,” he murmurs, kissing you softly. “Let’s get you cleaned up, okay?” As he draws you in for another kiss, you feel the ticklish scrub of a cloth on your back, and realize that Jin is gently washing your sweaty, cum-splashed skin. 

After you’re clean, the two men quickly suds themselves down. You spin between them as they lather, trading open-mouthed kisses. Their quick touches are only making your need even stronger, something that both men seem quite aware of as you whimper pitifully under their caresses. 

“Poor baby’s still wound up, huh?” Jimin mutters into your neck, where he is busy leaving a love bite.

“Please,” you moan, puffing out your bottom lip. “I did what you told me to do!” You run your hands over Jimin’s chest, twirling his chain around your fingers. “Didn’t I do a good job? You both seemed to like it.” You flutter your eyelashes, laying it on real thick, and Jimin laughs.

“What do you think, hyung?” Jimin asks, shutting off the shower and reaching for the pile of towels outside the stall, handing you both one. “Does she deserve a reward now?”

“Mmmm, I don’t know,” Jin muses as he dries off. You toss your towel on the floor like the other two do and then follow them out of the bathroom and back into the dressing room. “I guess she was pretty good.” He takes a seat on a couch and stares at you with narrowed eyes. “Maybe a small treat?”

Jimin strolls over to the bar, pouring himself another shot. “Tell us what you want, brat.” 

There’s only one thing you want right now. “I wanna cum. Please, sir,” you add as an afterthought. 

“Do you think you deserve that?” Jin’s gaze feels like it burns through you as you nod vigorously. Absolutely you deserve it. Even if you broke their rule and touched yourself a little. They didn’t see you and you’re not about to say anything to prevent you from getting off right now. 

“Yes. Please, sir.” You clasp your hands in front of you, peering at him with wide, innocent eyes. Somehow you assume that begging might help. “I’ll keep being a good girl, I promise. Please let me cum.” 

“Hmmm.” Jin leans forward, a wicked glint in his eyes as he looks at Jimin. “I guess there’s no reason to deny such a sweet request….” The two men exchange a long glance before Jin nods. 

“Alright. How do you want it, baby?” 

“Yeah, what do you like? We’ll do whatever you want,” Jimin promises with an impish grin, sticking out his tongue. The long pink muscle reaches past his chin as he flicks the tip at you, and you don’t need to think for a second longer about what you’d like. 

“Fuck, I want that,” you proclaim, pointing at him. “I wanna get off on your tongue.” 

Jimin groans, one hand wrapping around your waist to pull you into a sloppy kiss. “Brat wants my tongue? Brat can have it.” He pushes you towards Jin, who reaches out to help you sit between his legs. 

“Hands up here,” Jin orders you, lifting your arms and placing your hands on your head. “Only we can touch you. Got it?”

God, you hope that means they’re going to put their hands all over you. You’re ready to pop.

You lace your fingers together. “Yes sir.” 

Jin’s large hands grip your thighs, spreading you for the other man to see. You’re completely exposed now, unable to hide any part of you, cunt bared and waiting. 

Jimin drops to his knees. The thrumming desire that’s been building since you first deepthroated Jin is nearly unbearable at this point, and you squirm slightly against him as you watch Jimin eye you hungrily. After what feels like an eternity, he leans forward and presses a kiss to your dripping slit. He sucks slightly, lapping up your arousal, and you relax into Jin’s embrace as you sigh loudly. 

“Is that what you needed?” Jin whispers in your ear. His mouth dances down your neck as Jimin finally extends his tongue and licks along your opening before plunging the wet muscle inside. 

Your desire has driven you beyond words, so you can only moan and whimper as Jimin eats you out. Between his strong tongue and his plump lips, you’re in heaven, wriggling against Jin as Jimin suckles on your clit. As you shift, Jin’s chain bites into your skin, leaving tiny impressions of the metal up and down your back. Marking you up.

“Mmm, for such a bad girl, you do taste so sweet.” Jimin runs his tongue along the inside of your thigh, swirling through the wetness clinging there before sucking a hickey into the tender skin, and you mewl, desperately lifting your hips to urge him back to where you need him most. 

Jin’s hands glide up your stomach to play with your breasts, kneading the firm mounds between his lithe fingers. He pinches your nipples, making you gasp. “You like that?” He does it again, and you feel him hardening against your lower back, letting you know that he’s enjoying it as much as you are. 

“Y-yes,” you stutter, dropping your head against his shoulder, eyes closing. Jin removes his hands. “Yes, sir!” you quickly correct yourself, and he rewards you with another sharp tweak. “Fuck!” His teeth nip at your ear. 

Your thighs twitch from the pleasure and pain, and Jimin holds one of your legs down to keep you from closing around his head. 

“Getting close, brat?” he asks, breathing into your core as he nuzzles your clit. 

“God, yes, sir!” You glance down and shudder helplessly at the sight of him, mouth and chin coated in your juices, sinful eyes observing your every move. His lips curl when he sees you watching him.

“Let me get you there, baby,” he rasps, and he sinks a finger into you. Then another.

“Shit!” His mouth, Jin’s mouth, their hands. It’s all too much, a tidal wave of pleasure washing over you. “I’m gonna, oh fuck, I’m gonna-”

Everything stops. Hands fall away. Mouths unlatch. Jimin sits back on his heels.

“Whaaa?” you cry, springing upright as your impending orgasm suddenly vanishes. “Why? I didn’t do anything, my hands are still up here!” You wave them in the air.

Jin’s laughter shakes your body. “Did you really think we didn’t see you in the shower, brat?” You twist to peer at him as he cackles. 

Goddamn it. You thought you’d been so sneaky. Clearly not. 

“We gave you one simple instruction and again you couldn’t follow it! You touched yourself, and then you expected us to reward you? For disobeying?”

You’re so frustrated, you could scream. Instead, you start to whine. 

“I-it was just a little touch!” you protest petulantly. “I didn’t even get off! Barely an-ah!” 

With a yelp, you rub the spot on your inner thigh where Jimin just slapped you. It doesn’t hurt as much as it shocks you. 

“Little touch or not, you were told to keep your hands where Jimin put them. And you didn’t. So no more of that,” Jin points to Jimin, who licks his lips lasciviously, “for you.” 

There’s a hissy fit rumbling inside you, but it’s drowned out by the way your pussy is still very loudly begging for their attention. You’re going to have to actually listen and obey if you want to get off, aren’t you? Time to swallow that pride. 

“I’m-I’m sorry, sir,” you squeak out, turning to face the other man, hoping to find a sympathetic face. He’s been the softer of the two this whole time, so you’re disappointed to find that stern, appraising look on his face, the same one he’d used earlier when he was evaluating his chain. 

“Only good girls get to cum,” Jimin informs you. “Do you know what bad girls get?”

Fuck, from his hard expression, you’re pretty sure it’s nothing good. And yet you’re certain you still want it. 

“No, sir?”

“They get punished,” Jin answers. He slaps your ass, making you flinch. “Stand up, brat.” 

You do as you're told. Both men rummage through one of the vanities, grabbing from a stash of condoms. 

Hold up. Your punishment is for them to fuck you?

“You want to go first?” Jin asks his bandmate.

“Age before beauty, hyung.” Jimin laughs at Jin’s dirty look.

As you watch, wondering what’s about to happen, arousal building in anticipation once again, Jin strokes himself a few times before he rolls the condom down his hard length. He runs his hand through his still damp hair, giving it a little shake while he eyes you up and down. Then he resumes his seat on the couch. “Come here.” He pats his lap. 

You straddle him, hands on his broad shoulders, hovering over his dick, slightly confused. This feels like a reward. You couldn’t be more elated at the moment, already soaking at the thought of both of them filling you up. But you don’t question them as you wait for Jin’s instructions.

He places a finger under your chin and tips your head up to look into his eyes. “You remember your safeword?” 

“Yes sir. Alpaca.” 

“Good.” Without any warning, Jin grabs your waist and guides you down onto his cock, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth move.

“Fuck!” You throw your head back as he immediately begins to pound into you, hands gripping your hips, thighs smacking your ass over and over as he sets a brutal pace. “Oh fuck!” Your hands flail, looking for something to grab onto. His body chain bounces against your torso, and you curl your fingers around the metal links, holding on for dear life. 

“That’s it,” he huffs, exhaling loudly, “fucking take it, brat.” A sheen of sweat breaks out over his forehead as he thrusts away relentlessly. 

“Oh god, oh fuck, Jin, that’s mmmph!” Your babbling ceases as Jimin suddenly sticks two of his fingers into your mouth. 

“Suck, brat,” he commands, and you obey. You can’t see him, but you can hear his moans and the slick sound of his cock as he jerks off behind you.

As quickly as before, your climax approaches. When you start to clench around Jin, he snarls, “Not yet,” and he swiftly rolls you onto your back before he pulls out. 

Goddamn it!

A loud, agonized wail leaves you as you feel another orgasm disappear, and the two men grin. 

Jin holds out his hand and Jimin slaps it as the two men switch places. Jimin arranges himself over you on the couch, nudging your legs apart to lie between them. 

Your frustration boils over. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” you ask him. “Did you seriously just tag in?”

Jimin sighs, hooded eyes focused on your lips. “You know, I thought we did a good job earlier, washing your mouth out with our cocks, but there’s that sass again.” He finds the aching nub between your legs and gives it a firm pinch. You buck against his hand with a sharp inhale. “Guess we’ll have to try fucking it out of you instead. All night.” 

He keeps his hand pressed against you, and you start to rut against it, eyes rolling back in your head as you huff, “Don’t threaten me with a good time.” 

Jin honks a squeaky laugh, and you tilt your head to glance at him. He’s reclining in a chair at one of the vanities, looking absolutely debauched with his glittering body chain in one hand and his still-hard cock in the other. “Oh, I don’t think she gets it yet, Jimin-ah. Why don’t you go ahead and show her?” 

“Sure thing,” Jimin teases as he slides the tip of his wide cock inside you. He’s thicker than Jin, and the stretch has you gasping. Thankfully, Jimin takes his time, letting you adjust before he plunges forward. “Shit, so tight, baby.” As he bottoms out, he drops his head to kiss you, his long tongue seeking access to your mouth, which you grant happily. 

Then he snaps his hips and you keen as he quickly matches the tempo Jin set earlier, pumping away mercilessly.

“When I say all night, I mean it, brat. But you’re not getting off. Not until we say so.” Jimin presses your thighs into your stomach, bending you in half. “Is that a good punishment for you, brat? Do you think you can handle it? If we fuck you like this, all night long?”

“Ah, ah!” What are words? All you know right now is touch, the sensation of Jimin’s cock stroking into you, his hands gripping your legs, his sweat dripping down your torso. 

“Answer me,” he demands, gritting his teeth as he focuses on hitting that delicious spot inside you with every thrust. “Can you handle it, brat?”

Fuck yes, you can handle it, except no, you can’t. Your body is already nearing climax again, the tension in your gut so close to snapping that your toes are curling, and you honestly don’t know if you want him to stop or keep going. It’s crazy intense, the way they keep bringing you to your peak again and again. Maybe you can take it. Or maybe you’ll explode.

Either way, you want to find out. 

“Fuck. Yes,” you finally pant out a reply, fingers digging into Jimin’s arms. “Sir.” 

Jimin flashes you that crooked grin again, and just as you feel your crest arriving, he stills. You choke back a sob as he rises from the couch. If they want to keep edging you, fine. You’ll show them that you can take it.

Jin fucks you next, on the floor, on your hands and knees. Then Jimin has you ride him reverse cowgirl. Back and forth, taking turns, they bring you to the brink repeatedly. Their stamina is impressive. And fucking maddening. But you bear it all, eagerly taking every ounce of pleasure they offer, kissing, fondling, fucking you to the cusp again and again. With every lost orgasm, you moan and cry, but you don’t complain, hellbent on showing them that you can take your punishment.

“Okay, brat,” Jin finally croons much later as you’re bent over the bar counter, breasts jiggling into the cool marble while he pounds into you, “you’ve been such a good girl for us. I think it’s time for your reward.” 

“Oh god, thank you,” you nearly weep, only for Jin to cease his pumping. “Fuck! Sir!” Goddamn that fucking word!

Jin laughs as he brushes your shoulder with a soft kiss. “It’s all right, I’m just moving you somewhere more comfortable.” 

He tugs on your hand, leading you back to the couch. Jin guides you onto your hands and knees on the cushions as Jimin kneels in front of you, peeling off his condom & chucking it into the trash. “Think you can take me one more time?” Jimin asks, rubbing his thumb over your bottom lip. You nod. 

As your mouth parts to let him in, Jin pushes into you from behind. You rock forward, the momentum of Jin’s thrusts bobbing your head further onto Jimin’s cock. The angle of Jin’s rutting hits that soft spot inside you, exactly where you need him, and he slides a hand between your legs to rub at your clit, rolling the pearl between his nimble fingers. 

“Mmmph!” you moan around Jimin, triggering a chain reaction of groans. First Jimin, who begins to thrust slightly erratically, his rhythm faltering, then Jin, as you bounce wildly back onto his cock. He tightens his grip on your hip, other hand still fondling you, and you whine as best you can with a mouthful of dick. 

This time, when you start to clench around Jin, he doesn’t stop, continuing to drive into you and make you gag on Jimin. But it’s too much. The pressure is too extreme, feeling like you’re about to blow, and you feel it rising up in you, so close to bursting, so close so close -

You let go. Popping off of Jimin’s cock, you drop onto your elbows, burying your face in the couch cushion to sob with relief. Your cunt pulsates, walls squeezing Jin, and your eyes screw shut as you feel your release come flooding out. Jin groans, pulling out, ripping off the condom to pump into his tight fist. 

You’re not sure how long you roll on the waves of ecstasy that sweep over you, but it’s long enough that you barely register both Jin and Jimin riding their own euphoria until you feel something land on your back, hot and sticky. Any other other time, a surprise cumshot would’ve led to you kicking some ass, but you’re so blissed out that you truly don’t care. 

It’s been a while, but you’re pretty sure you just squirted all over the couch. 

With your eyes still shut, there’s nothing but panting and your heart pounding in your ears for several minutes. Then you prop yourself back up on your hands, lifting your head to look at the other two. 

“Good girl,” Jin gives you the warmest smile you’ve seen all night, hands soothingly tracing circles over your lower back. “You did so well for us, baby.”  

“Took all that like a fucking champ.” Jimin adds. He touches your cheek lightly, a soft tap of affection, before he clambers off the couch and into the bathroom. When he returns with a wet cloth, he quickly wipes you clean of your release, and theirs. 

Jin collapses onto the couch. You follow suit, letting him tuck you into his side. Jimin snuggles against you on the other side, laying his head on your shoulder. It’s a rather cozy arrangement, and you feel yourself relaxing completely, like a knot that’s been unwound. 

“So,” Jin drawls, “did you learn your lesson?”

“Yeah,” you sigh happily, fighting the urge to fall asleep nestled between them. 

Neither man speaks. 

“Oh, goddamn it. Yes, sir.” 

You’re jostled as both men shake with laughter. Jin drops a kiss on your temple. "Good girl."

There are lots of things about Hoseok that make him the perfect business partner. Like his incredibly sunny demeanor, which comes in handy with schmoozing clients and wheedling deals out of vendors. 

Unfortunately, sometimes he directs that boundless sunshiny energy your way. Usually at the most annoying times of day, such as seven in the morning while you’re trying to sleep. 

“Sugar!” Hoseok throws himself on your bed, waking you as he bounces. “Time to get up!” 

“Why the fuck did I give you a key?” you grouse, rolling over and throwing an arm over your eyes. 

“Because I’m your best friend. And because sometimes you require a hands-on wakeup call when you have a meeting before noon.” 

“Hmmph.” 

Hoseok isn’t just using “hands-on” as a clichéd descriptor, he means it, as he tickles you until you slap his fingers away and sit up. 

“Okay, I’m up, fuck.” You yawn and stretch, but make no moves to get out of bed. “Did you at least bring–” 

Hoseok points to a coffee cup sitting on your nightstand. He flops onto his back and pulls out his phone.

“God bless you, Jung Hoseok. You’re a saint among men.” 

“I know,” Hoseok replies blithely, already scrolling through his texts as you wait for the caffeine to transform you back into a human again. “Hey, Yoongi wants me to thank you for helping out with his fuck-up yesterday. He sent a really apologetic note.” 

You think back to the events of the previous evening. “Oh, no worries, it was my pleasure.” 

Hoseok cocks an eyebrow at your unusually sweet response as he skims the message. “Let’s see - ‘Please let her know how much I truly appreciate her rolling with the band’s schedule. I know her time is valuable. Jin and Jimin both had nothing but the highest praise for her.’” 

At the word “praise,” you feel a slight stirring in your gut, and smile into your sip of coffee. 

“‘As a token of thanks, I’d like to invite her to join me at their concert Saturday night, as my guest. I’d love to show her my gratitude in person.’” Hoseok looks up at you with a ridiculous pout. “Damn, you must’ve really impressed him! Yoongi’s never given me a free ticket to one of their shows, and I’ve known him for nearly half my life!”

“Well, step up your game, Jung.” 

Hoseok rolls his eyes, but he grins anyway. “He said he’ll leave your ticket at the will call window.” Hoseok glances at you again. “If you don’t want it, I’ll happily take it.” 

Hmm. Well, you don’t have any plans for Saturday night, and the little bit of their music you heard yesterday you’d rather enjoyed. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad?

Maybe being Yoongi’s guest means the chance to go backstage after the show. 

“You know what? I think I’ll go.”

A/N 2: Part 3? Coming? Someday??

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⤑ 9 months to fall in love 18.

It seems like everyone around you is either already in love, or in the process of falling, and while normally you couldn’t give a damn, finding out the co-worker you’ve had a teensy crush on is dating someone else at the office seems to sucker punch you right in the gut. It’s stupid, and you’re irritated at yourself, but you can’t seem to shake out of the funk you’ve fallen face first in.

Feeling lonely and heartsore, and mad for no reason, during drinks with your best friend you spot a man at the bar. Tequila confident, you make your way over to the stranger, and successfully one thing leads to another. The next morning you leave before he’s woken up, feeling satisfied in one way, but still as discontented as ever. Telling yourself it was an inebriated mistake, you quickly try to forget about it.

Only, three weeks later that night comes back to haunt you – in a very unescapable way…

pairing; kim seokjin x f reader au/genre; unplanned pregnancy, strangers to lovers, slow burn, romance (dare I say romcom in places), smut, angst, (melo)drama, dual pov words; 7,524

warnings/includes (!) Seokjin feels Globby move! a baby shower, Jungkook and Jimin’s instant bromance, therapy mentions, smut; fingering (blame real Jin’s hands lately), spooning, a big decision is made! 

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*inspired by the manhwa ‘Positively Yours.’

note; they’re back!!! I hope you enjoy, please let me know! Any comment, short or long is very much appreciated <3

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Boy's a Liar | JJK

PAIRING: Best friends boyfriend!Jungkook x Female!reader

RATING/GENRE: 18+, college AU, childhood crush, enemies to lovers, smut, angstt, fluff

WC: 18k

WARNINGS: Reader is naive af and very stubborn, says she doesn't live in the past but lowkey does, big heartbreak, mentions of cheating, drugs and sex, Jungkook is toxic af but not with reader, he rides a harley, he's a big softy at the end just wait >.<, low-key enemies to lovers, Jenna is a huge bitch, toxic friendships, lots of internal dialogue idk if thats a warning, Hobi <3

SYNOPSIS: You have been at odds with Jungkook for some time due to his rejection of you in high school. Likewise, he dislikes you because you are still holding on to him when he is not good for you.

When Jungkook suddenly starts dating your best friend, the tension between the two of you reaches an all-time high. However, what if your friend has been keeping a secret from both of you all along? Something that might change everything, opening up a new world of possibilities and causing you to reconsider your feelings and actions.

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AN: Okay, I gotta say, I had sooo many more ideas for this and I could have kept going on and on, you know? Like, that feeling when you're working on something and you're so into it, you just can't stop? Yeah, that was me. But I think I ended it at the right moment. Looking back on it now, I'm pretty happy with how it turned out.

Sorry for the rambling, oops-. I just wanted to share my thoughts with you. Hope you enjoy, and I'd love to hear your feedback. Thanks for always being such great support and encouraging, it means a lot to me!

You've hated Jungkook from the time he walked through those stupid doors of your apartment announcing that him and Jenna were now official. The way he smiled at you made you feel sick to your stomach, like he knew he was hurting you, and he enjoyed it.

There was a time when you were deeply infatuated with Jungkook. You would spend hours daydreaming about him, imagining yourself in with him. You remember listening to songs that reminded you of him and even making a dedicated playlist for when you were thinking of him. You would frequently check his social media accounts and attend events where he might be present, hoping to catch a glimpse of him.

However, you were well aware that he was out of your league. He was older than you and was the head of the photography club at your college, which made him seem all the more unapproachable. You couldn't help but feel intimidated by his talent and success.

You were fourteen back then, and things were different. You had a different perspective on the word love, and your experiences were unique to that time in your life. Despite your feelings, you eventually came to terms with the fact that he was not meant to be yours. It was a bittersweet realization.

Looking back, you cringe at your actions – you've grown and changed. You don't listen to your heart anymore. You've learned to love yourself, learned to keep a distance from feelings.

You tried to ignore him, tried to keep your distance, but Jenna is your best friend, and she wanted you to get along with him. You knew his kind, a player who couldn't be trusted. You had seen the way he flirted with other girls, the way he talked about them like they were nothing, and you refused to be one of them.

"You know I hate Jungkook. Why would you invite him over for our sleepover?" You let out a sigh as you complain to your best friend and roommate, Jenna, about his presence at your upcoming sleepover.

After weeks of anticipation, the day finally arrived. You and your friend had been looking forward to this for a long time. Despite being busy with college and work, you managed to find some time for yourselves. You were both excited to have some much-needed girl time, where you could catch up on each other's lives, and just enjoy each other's company.

You think back to the last time you saw Jungkook and Jenna together. How he always seemed to be taking Jenna away from you. You understand that he's her boyfriend now, but it's hard to accept him into your space when you don't have a good relationship with him.

As you walk through the store, your eyes close in annoyance at the mention of Jeon Jungkook, a person who you've had a strong dislike for ever since he showed up back in your life unannounced by dating your best friend. Bringing up old memories you'd long suppressed.

Stopping and looking at you, her expression softens. "He's my boyfriend," she reminds you, "and he wanted to spend more time together. You know how busy he gets when it's hockey season.”

Rolling your eyes, you remember how Jenna described the long hours Jungkook spends training for his hockey games and how it can be difficult for them to spend quality time together.

He has always been the center of attention no matter where he goes, and it's hard not to feel inferior around him. Either way, it's hard not to be jealous of him. His looks, his charms, his grades, everything about the guy was perfect. God, one could say that he even had a pretty voice.

He's the kind of boy that guys seem to hate, but girls can't resist.

-

5 years ago

When you were a teenager, you would go to great lengths to try to get his attention.

You wanted to do everything you could to make him happy. You would spend hours getting ready for school, choosing the perfect outfit, and applying your makeup flawlessly. In addition, you would often bake him cookies, not just for him but for his entire hockey team, as a way to show your support. You also went out of your way to become a cheerleader, just so that you could support him from a closer distance. All of these actions were done with the intention of feeling closer to him and bringing you both together.

Finally, after mustering up the courage to confess your feelings to him at the end of the school year, you were met with disappointment. Jungkook told you that he didn't feel the same way, even daring to laugh in your face, leaving you heartbroken and with tears in your eyes. You couldn't help but feel as though all your efforts were in vain.

So, while the heartbreak may have been difficult to endure, it was ultimately a stepping stone towards a brighter future.

His rejection felt like a slap in the face, and you struggled to find a way to move on from your crush on him for a long time.

-

"Jungkookie stop," your best friend whines as her boyfriend tries to feed her the chocolate-dipped strawberries that you made for your sleepover.

You remember how you found the inspo online and how you had to go to two different grocery stores to find the perfect strawberries. Only for them to be taken away from you as the two 'lovebirds' beside you snack on them.

You find yourself rolling your eyes at the playful exchange between Jenna and Jungkook. You can't help but feel a bit left out. You've always disliked the feeling of being a third wheel, especially now that you're supposed to be having a sleepover with your best friend.

You try to focus on the movie playing in front of you, but your mind wanders to how you're feeling. You wonder if you should have invited someone else to join you as well, or if you should have just played sick.

As you watch the Barbie movie, you can't help but feel lonely. Perhaps it's because you've been single for a while now, or maybe it's just the melancholy tone of the music in the background. You glance over at your best friend and Jungkook again, feeling a twinge of jealousy as you watch them make goo-goo eyes at each other.

You remember the past times when you were in relationships and how they ended, but instead of dwelling on the past, you focus on the present moment. You take a deep breath and immerse yourself in the movie, enjoying the colourful visuals.

It's not like you weren't happy for Jenna, on the contrary! She's had some pretty bad breakups in the past, so her being with someone she really liked was a good thing. Though it was also a little bit worrisome that this was Jungkook we were talking about. After all, while he had a lot of experience, he also had a reputation for being a bit of a player.

Even though Jenna and Jungkook were dating, you still had a bad feeling about the guy. He was ruthless when he rejected you in high school, so how differently could he be now? You couldn't shake off the memories of how he laughed at you that day. It was as if he took pleasure in making you feel small.

This made you wonder, what was it that Jenna saw in him? Was it his good looks? His charm? Or was it something else?

Nonetheless, Jenna insisted that Jungkook had changed, and it was hard not to believe her when she looked so happy in his company.

Only time would tell if they ended up being a good fit.

-

The next day, when you found Jungkook in your kitchen at 8 a.m., you were a bit surprised. Jenna was still fast asleep in her room, and it seemed her boyfriend was already up and about. You spotted him stealing your cereal right in front of your face and couldn't help but complain. After all, it was the first time you were actually speaking to him since high school.

As you tried to figure out why Jungkook was up so early, you started to notice the little tingle in your tummy, softly reminding you of the stupid crush you once had on him.

You could hear the distant sound of birds chirping outside and the gentle hum of the refrigerator. It was a peaceful scene, and you couldn't help but relax a bit as you watched Jungkook munch on your cereal.

"Hey," you complain as you walk up to him and grab the bowl from his big hands. "These are mine! Didn't your parents teach you not to steal others' food?" You continue, taking a bite of the cereal you took from him and scowling. You look around the room, noticing how messy it is. You see clothes scattered on the floor and empty pizza boxes stacked up on the table. You start to wonder what exactly the both of them did last night after you called it an early night and left the living room.

You notice that he's looking at you, his eyes betraying a hint of annoyance. Despite your protests, he insists that the cereal is his and not yours. "I don't care if it's yours," he says, "it didn't say your name so that's on you, little miss perfect.”

You're taken aback by his aggressive tone, but he takes the bowl back from you and retreats into Jenna's bedroom, slamming the door shut behind him. You can't help but feel a sense of unease as you stand there, unsure of what to do next. After all, this is your best friend's boyfriend we're talking about.

As you stand there, your thoughts start to wander. You can't help but feel a strange sensation in your stomach. You know that it's wrong to have these feelings, but you can't seem to help it. You try to shake it off and remind yourself that Jungkook is your best friend's boyfriend. You can't let yourself get caught up in these thoughts. These old feelings.

You start to pace back and forth, trying to distract yourself from your thoughts. You look around the room, noticing the decorations that Jenna had put up when you first moved in just 2 weeks ago. There are pictures of her and Jungkook together, smiling and laughing.

You can't help but feel a pang of jealousy as you look at the photos. You wonder what it would be like to be in Jenna's shoes, to have had a chance at dating Jungkook if he hadn't rejected you.

As you continue to pace, you hear movement from behind the door. You stop in your tracks, feeling your heart race. You wonder what Jungkook and Jenna could be doing in there.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, the door opens, and Jenna steps out. You let out a sigh of relief, but you can't help but feel a little disappointed that it wasn't Jungkook.

You try to act casual, but you know that your past feelings for her boyfriend are starting to get the better of you. You try to push them down and remind yourself that he's off-limits, but it's getting harder and harder to resist.

-

Sometimes it's tough when you think back to moments in the past where you may have missed an opportunity to share something with someone.

Like right now, sitting in class—not listening to Professor Park—you wish you had told Jenna about your past crush on Jungkook. Perhaps if you had shared your feelings with her, things would be different now. You may be able to have an excuse not to be in the same room as them sometimes, and maybe you wouldn't have it as bad.

However, you can't change the past, and it's important to focus on Jenna as a friend, especially since she's the only friend you had at college besides Hoseok, your lab partner. If you accidentally let your past crush on Jungkook slip past your lips just once, you could kiss your affordable, near-campus apartment goodbye.

Not only would it be uncomfortable for you, but it would also make things awkward every time Jungkook came over.

“You totally aced that” you smile at Hoseok as you comment about his presentation in class today. “You're too nice, I'm sure yours will be great too” he compliments you back, placing his books in his locker and heading out to the busstop with you. You both chat about your classes, sharing your thoughts on todays subjects and bickering about your professors. Hoseok tells you about an interesting article about clothing trends he read last night, and you listen attentively, impressed by the passion for the subject he's been loving since he was a kid; Fashion.

As you wait for the bus, you take a moment to appreciate the beautiful weather, feeling the warmth of the sun on your skin.

“What's on your to-do list today?” He teases, knowing what a perfectionist you can be when you have some spare time. From cleaning the apartment to meal-prepping food for the rest of the week—you've always hated sitting around and doing nothing.

“Actually, nothing” you shrug smiling, taking a sip of water from your bottle and sitting down.

“It's just me and my bed tonight, and I don't mean that in a weird way”, you say with a chuckle, trying to lighten the mood. Hoseok nods in agreement as you both take a seat in the bus when it arrives.

As you look out the window, you see people rushing in and out of buildings, each with their own story to tell. Perhaps they are successful businesspeople, entrepreneurs, or artists pursuing their passions.

You wonder what kind of person you will become in a few years, when you will finally be an actual adult. You imagine yourself having finished your degree in Finance and venturing out into the real world, ready to take on any challenge that comes your way.

The rest of the ride passes by in a blur of conversation and laughter. When you finally arrive at your stop, you bid Hoseok farewell and step off the bus. The cool winter air hits you, making you shiver.

You pull your fluffy jacket tighter around you, feeling a sense of contentment wash over you. As you walk home, you can't help but think about the talk you had with Hoseok. It had been a welcome distraction from the thoughts that had been plaguing you earlier.

Somehow, your mind goes blank, though, when you spot what looked like a black harley parking outside your home.

You dont immediately recognize the sound of the motorcycle as Jungkook's but once you see him taking off the helmet and shaking his messy hair, memories of high school flooded back to you when he used to talk about his dream of owning one of those.

It seems that he has finally fulfilled that dream and got his license.

You can't help but feel a little smile creeping its way to your lips. However, you also feel a tinge of annoyance as you realize that you won't have the apartment to yourself anymore, and you'll have to deal with their lovey-dovey behaviour once again.

You wonder if there will ever be a time when you can enjoy some peace and quiet in your own home without having to see the two of them kissing every two seconds.

As you walked towards the door, you tried to hide behind your sweater, hoping that Jungkook wouldn't see your face. But as you realized that the two of you had the same destination, you knew that it was a silly idea.

You continued to walk slowly and carefully, trying to be as quiet as possible. You knew that you had to be careful, but the fabric in front of your eyes made it difficult to see.

So despite your best efforts, you suddenly ran into something or someone, letting out a surprised "ouch" as you realized that you had bumped into him.

As you looked up, you couldn't help but notice his amused expression. It was the exact same one he had given you when he rejected you almost half a decade ago. You couldn't believe that after all these years, he still held the same demeanor towards you. It made you think about all of the things that had happened in the past 5 years: the friends you had made, the places you had seen, the experiences you had lived through. It was strange how life could change so much in such a short period of time, and yet some things remained the same.

You couldn't help but feel embarrassed - this was not the first time that you had made a fool out of yourself in front of him. You tried to laugh it off, but your cheeks were burning in embarrassment.

As he turned around and continued walking towards the door, ignoring you as he always did, you felt a wave of relief wash over you. It gave you some time to collect your thoughts and emotions before eventually having to face him once again in your home.

You took a deep breath and tried to think of ways to ignore them both for the rest of the weekend, maybe you could ask Hoseok if he was free, anything, honestly, to make you stay away from Jungkook.

-

You finally have a moment to yourself, and the music playing loudly through your speakers is the perfect addition to your relaxing bath. It's been a hectic few weeks since you moved in, too much happening at the same time; classes, annoying professors, the struggle of making new friends...— you've been looking forward to this weekend of self-care.

You've been too invested in the relationship between Jungkook and Jenna, actually youve been too invested in the memories that came up when you saw Jungkook around.

It was time to focus on yourself; taking matters into your own hands, you decided to hide in your room and make the most of your alone time.

So as the two lovebirds were busy preparing a homemade pizza in the kitchen—Jenna's idea, not Jungkook's—you hide in the comforts of your bathroom, tub filled up with warm–rose scented bath salt—water.

The moment you immersed yourself in the bathtub, you felt all your stress and worries melting away. You closed your eyes and let yourself drift away into a peaceful state of mind. You could hear Jenna and Jungkook giggling in the background, which made you groan.

After around 20 minutes, you turned off the music and took a deep breath. Feeling refreshed, you got up from the bathtub and wrapped yourself in a fluffy pink towel.

There was a soft knock on your door, and you hummed in response. You could immediately tell it was Jenna when she revealed herself. She smiled at you, and you couldn't help but return the gesture. "We made too much pizza," she said, "there are leftovers in the kitchen if you want some." Nodding, you thanked her and watched as she left.

Your thoughts then turned to Jungkook, again, you hoped he wasn't in the living room when you went to get the food. You didn't want to embarrass yourself in front of him again. You had already stumbled over your words the last time you saw him, and it still made you cringe.

You laughed at yourself, knowing how silly it was to be so nervous around him. He was your best friend's boyfriend. For God's sake, y/n, get your head out of the romance drama you made up in your head and focus on the important things in life!

Despite your thoughts, you found your thoughts drifting towards him more and more often, and you couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to be in Jennas place.

Finally, you made your way down to the kitchen and saw the leftover pizza sitting on the counter. The smell of tomato sauce and melted cheese filled the air, making your mouth water. You grabbed a slice and took a bite, savouring the flavour.

It's when you look up from your phone as you hear the guest bathroom door open, that you see Jungkook making his way back to Jenna's room in his only boxers, you can't help but feel your cheeks heat up with his presence.

But as you utter a barely audible "hi," you realize how insecure and shy you sound. You wonder why and how Jungkook still has this effect on you, even though you hadn't seen him in such a long time.

Maybe it's the way he carries himself with such confidence, knowing what he did, or how he effortlessly makes everyone love him. Whatever it is, you can't deny that he has a certain charm that draws you, and basically any human being, in.

As you continue to mindlessly scroll through your phone, you can't help but steal a few glances at Jungkook, hoping to not catch his eye and strike up another petty argument.

"Why are you still naked? Do you wanna catch a cold? Get dressed," Jungkook groans as he enters Jenna's room after cleaning up in the bathroom.

Jenna, lying in bed, stares at Jungkook with a blank expression as if to say, "What difference does it make?"

He knows that things have been weird between them lately, but he's not sure how to fix it. Jungkook feels like every little thing they do leads to an argument and then to make up sex. It's not the best way to communicate, but Jungkook doesn't know how else to get through to Jenna—He's feeling frustrated and confused. He's not exactly an expert in relationships, and Jenna seems to only want one thing from him.

Jenna giggles, clearly enjoying the attention from her boyfriend. Jungkook can't help but feel a rush of affection, but cant quite figure out if it was for her or for her body. As he watches her, her bare skin still glistens from their recent activities.

He sits down on the bed next to her and pulls her into his lap, kissing her forehead. "Don't you think we should take a break?" he asks, his voice low and husky. Jenna just grins mischievously and shakes her head. "Come on, Kook," she says, "I'm not tired yet."

Jungkook cannot help but feel a sense of annoyance at her persistence. However, he cannot deny that the moment is pleasant for him as well. Sex has always been a great escape for him, a way to forget about everything else in the world.

The way her hands roam over his smooth skin causes a shiver to run down his spine, and he finds himself giving in to her advances without resistance. The room they are in is dimly lit, but he can make out the soft curves of her body as she moves closer to him. He takes in the scent of her horrible perfume, a sweet and alluring fragrance that makes him gag.

As their lips meet, he feels a rush of adrenaline, and he knows that this moment was not the right one to think about feelings.

He has been wanting to break up with Jenna for a while now, as things just don't feel right, and he doesn't feel the way he thought he would in a relationship; happy, fun, beautiful.

It seems that every time he tries to talk to Jenna about it, she ignores him and speaks over him, completely disregarding the sad truth of their failing relationship. He has tried to communicate his feelings to her several times, but she always seems too busy or too focused on other things to give him the time and attention he deserves.

It's clear that their relationship is not what it once was, and despite only having been dating for a month or so, he knows that it may be time to move on.

It's a difficult decision to make—especially after he was convinced that she was the one—he knows is necessary for his own happiness and well-being. He'll talk to her, just not now.

-

"You're Jeon Jungkook man, you're supposed to be strong and emotionless, what happened to that dudd?" As Jungkook and Soobin walked out of practice, Soobin couldn't help but comment on how much Jungkook had changed.

Jungkook just shrugged, feeling a pang of nostalgia. He remembered the days when he was younger and had something to prove. But now, as a grown-up, he had moved past that "badboy" phase. He had a lot of responsibilities now, and he had to make sure he was always on top of his game.

Plus, he had a lot of people who looked up to him now, who saw him as a role model. It wasn't always easy, there were a lot of things he regretted, but he knew that he had to keep pushing himself, even when he didn't feel like it.

As they walked towards the locker room, Soobin could sense the change in Jungkook's demeanour. He was still the same guy, but he had grown up a lot in the past few years, and Soobin couldn't help but shake his head "whatever man, I see this girl of yours wears the pants in your relationship"

“Don't forget your fucking place Park,” Jungkook growls out. He was angry, and he didn't like the tone in Soobins voice. However, he knew that he needed to keep his cool, especially now. Taking a deep breath, he continued.

“What me and Jenna have going on is none of your concern,” he said firmly, “and if you can't accept the fact that I'm not the asshole I used to be anymore, then I'll gladly talk to the coach and get you to sit on the bleachers next match.”

Jungkook had always been a hothead, but he had been working on controlling his temper. He knew that being the captain of this team was important to him, and he didn't want to let his emotions get in the way.

As for Jenna, Jungkook knew that their relationship was nobody else's business.

In the end, Jungkook knew that he needed to focus on talking to her and break things off before the big match. He was determined to be the best player he could be, and he wasn't going to let anyone, including her, get in his way. Maybe there was still part of his past self inside of him with the way he was considering breaking Jennas heart, but it was for the better.

-

Jenna's voice could be heard over the speaker as she tried to guide you to where her laptop was. "Okay, so it's in my room, like beneath my pillows or something," she said and you tried your best to follow her instructions, but after lifting up the pillows on her bed, you still couldn't find it. You let out a groan of frustration, feeling bad that you weren't able to help her as quickly as you wanted.

Looking around in her room, you couldn't help but notice the cute decorations she had all over. She had pictures of herself with her friends, posters of her favourite bands, and even a little cactus on her nightstand. You could tell that her room was a reflection of her personality - fun, colourful, and a little bit messy.

As you continued your search throughout the room, your eyes fell upon the shirt that was hidden underneath one of her pillows. It was a plain black shirt, crumpled and creased from being tucked away. Maybe it was Jungkook's, since it seemed much too big to belong to Jenna.

You could almost imagine him lazily tossing it aside after a long day of practice, the fabric soft and comfortable against his skin.

After a few more minutes of searching, you finally found Jenna's laptop tucked away in a corner of her room. You breathed a sigh of relief. "I found it!" you exclaimed, holding it up triumphantly. Jenna let out a whoop of excitement over the phone, thanking you for your help.

“Great, now just open it and type my password. After that, you'll be able to see the doc I have open” she guides you through the phone, and you nod. “Then just take a pic of that and send it to me. You're a Saint y/n!” And with that, she hangs up, having to her next class. You hum to yourself as you try to type in the password.

Finally, after a few seconds of waiting, you're guided to what seems like a chat between her and someone else.

At first, you try to click away, but when you accidentally miss the ‘x’ button, your eyes suddenly wander to the messages. You start reading them out of curiosity, but as you go on, you realize that they're explicit texts to someone that isn't Jungkook.

The messages were full of flirty comments, unfunny jokes, and plans to catch up.

The more you read, the more you feel like the biggest bitch on earth for reading Jenna's private messages. You see a side of her that you've never seen before - she's flirty, straightforward, and... kind of a—you don't even want to say it but; a cheater.

As you reach the end of the chat, you feel a sense of disappointment and betrayal. You had no idea that Jenna was cheating on Jungkook, her boyfriend, and it makes you question the trustworthiness of her as a friend in general.

You wonder how long Jenna had been hiding this from Jungkook and what other secrets she might be keeping. It's a complicated situation and you don't know what to do about it.

You close the laptop and leave, feeling a mix of emotions - anger, sadness, disappointment, and confusion. Was Jenna really cheating on Jungkook?

Thinking about what you should do next you breathe out. Should you confront Jenna about it? Should you tell Jungkook? Or should you just keep it to yourself and pretend like you never saw it?

All these thoughts are racing through your mind as you try to make sense of what you just read. This wasn't good, nope, not at all.

-

As Jungkook stood in front of Jenna's and yours dorm room, he couldn't help but feel a sense of dread wash over him. He had been dreading this moment for days if not weeks, ever since he realized that he could no longer continue their relationship. Jenna had been what he thought was the love of his life for the past few weeks, but now he knew that it was time to move on—that he'd been in love with the idea of her, but not with her.

He took a deep breath and glanced around the hallway, trying to gather his thoughts. It was eerily quiet, with only the sound of his own breathing and the occasional creak of the floorboards disturbing the silence. A few students roamed around the floors, having come back from partying or the library.

He wondered what Jenna was doing on the other side of the door. Was she studying? Hanging out with friends? Or was she waiting for him, just as nervous as he was?

Jungkook shook his head, trying to clear his mind. He knew that he had to go through with this this time, no matter how hard it was. He couldn't keep leading Jenna on, pretending that everything was okay when it wasn't—Pretending that he loved her, when he didn't. It wasn't fair to her, and it wasn't fair to him.

Taking a deep breath, Jungkook knocked on the door, hearing a rustling sound from inside, and then the door swung open. You stood there, looking as beautiful as ever, and Jungkook felt his resolve falter. He opened his mouth to speak, but the words wouldn't come out.

"Hey," you said, barely smiling at him. "If youre looking for Jenna," you start, dragging "She's not home"

Jungkook hesitated for a moment, surprised to see you instead of Jenna at the door.

Taking a deep breath, he shaking his head lightly. "I- okay," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Your smile faded, and your expression turned serious. "Okay,"

As you turn to close the door, you notice his foot blocking your way. You look at him with a frown "let me close the door."

He bites his lip and lets out a sigh before asking, "Can I come in?" You glare at him and respond, "I already told you that Jenna is not here. Why would you even want to come in?" You can't help but feel a sense of frustration and disbelief at his persistence. You wonder what could possibly be so important that he would risk crossing the boundary you've set. But before you can voice your thoughts, his expression softens and he looks at you with a hint of vulnerability.

"I just need to talk to someone," he says quietly. Suddenly, you feel a twinge of sympathy and curiosity. The old funnt feeling in your belly once again returning, begging you to let him in.

You take a deep breath and decide to give him a chance. "Okay," you say, stepping aside to let him in. "Come in.”

It had been an incredibly long five minutes since you and Jungkook had found yourselves seated at the kitchen counter, surrounded by the calming sounds of birds chirping outside. You couldn't help but feel a sense of nervousness and shyness, as though you were 15 years old again, all because of Jungkook's intense gaze.

With time seemingly creeping by and the silence between you two growing more and more, you finally mustered up the courage to break the ice and whisper, "So? What are you thinking about?".

Jungkook took a deep breath before replying, "I came here to break up with Jenna." You watched as he chugged the coffee you made him, and your mind raced to make sense of what was happening. You tried to recall if there were any signs of trouble in their relationship, but no, everything seemed fine. Everything except for the fact that Jenna was cheating on him—wait did this mean he knew?

You wondered if there was someone else for him too, but you quickly dismissed the thought.

"I-huh?" you stuttered, feeling confused and unsure. "Why?" you finally managed to ask, desperate for an explanation. Jungkook shifted in his seat, avoiding eye contact. "It's just not working out," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. You felt a lump form in your throat, his coldness reminding you too much of the past.

You hesitated, unsure of what to do. You couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt for knowing something that Jenna didn't. On the other hand, you didn't want to get involved in their relationship. As you thought about what to do, you realized that you didn't really know Jenna as well as you thought you did. You wondered what kind of person she really was outside of your friendship.

Meanwhile, Jungkook's intense gaze was fixed solely on you. You could feel his eyes boring into your soul, but you couldn't bring yourself to meet his gaze. You were lost in thought, trying to reconcile your feelings of guilt with your desire to stay out of Jenna and Jungkook's relationship drama. Finally, he decided to break the silence.

"What are you thinking about?" He asked you, hoping to distract yourself from your own thoughts.

As you utter the word "you", you immediately realize that it might have sounded a bit weird. In an effort to backtrack and correct the situation, you quickly add, "I mean, not you, but what you just said."

Jungkook's eyes remain fixed on you as he hums and asks, "how well do you know Jenna, y/n?" You feel yourself melting under his piercing gaze. You take a deep breath before responding, "We met because we were both looking for an apartment, and we became pretty close very fast." You pause, thinking of how to describe her. "She's...," you begin, but he cuts you off. "Do you think she has a secret side?" he asks.

You hadn't thought of it that way, but now that he mentions it, you start to wonder. "I don't know," you reply, "but there's definitely more to her than meets the eye. She's one of the most interesting people I've ever met." In your mind, you're trying to give him clues to her cheating, but it might have not worked out hat well once you actually spoke it out.

As he rested his head in his palms and spoke, "She's a special girl, isn't she?", you couldn't help but notice the longing in his voice. You nod, unsure of what to say. He continues, "That's why I fell for her. She's beautiful, outgoing, and straightforward. But, as it turns out, she's only interested in sex and nothing more." He laughs, "I mean, I'm the same way, but Jenna is just 100 times worse at hiding it than I am. It's really a shame, because I thought there was something more there, something deeper. But, I guess it was all just physical attraction." He leans back in his chair, a look of smugness on his face.

As you look at Jungkook, you can't help but wonder if he really thought that this was funny. After all, he was smirking broadly as he broke the news to you. You frown and ask him, "You're not sad that you're breaking up with her?"

Jungkook just sighs and replies, "I don't want to, but it's just time to go our separate ways. We had a great run, and I'm grateful for the memories we've shared or whatever. However, I need to focus on the more important things in my life."

You can't believe what you're hearing. You mutter under your breath, "I can't believe this. You say you've changed, yet you're still the same jerk you were five years ago, Jeon." You feel a sense of disappointment as you realize that Jungkook hasn't really changed as much as he claimed to have.

“What do you mean?” he scoffs, tongue poking the inside of his cheek as he looks down at you with a sneer. You're suddenly hit with a flood of memories. It's like a movie playing out in your head. You see yourself in high school, surrounded by a group of people, with him standing in front of you as you asked him out. You remember feeling embarrassed and unsure of how to act. You thought you were being tough by telling him, but it seems like that's not how Jungkook saw it.

“You don't remember at all? How you rejected me and humiliated me in front of the whole school? A simple ‘no’ would've been enough.”

He feels a pang of guilt and regret. He had no idea that his stupid actions had caused you so much pain.

You can't help but feel angry at his words. “You're still an asshole,” you continue to somehow yell, sitting up from your seat. “And you deserved getting cheated on, you piece of shit.” You're not sure where the words are coming from, but they feel cathartic.

You're not the same person you were in high school, and you refuse to let him bring you back to that place.

Jungkook's face contorts with rage as he stands up from his chair. His eyes are flashing with anger as he glares at the person in front of him. He can feel his heart pounding in his chest and his palms start to sweat. He takes a deep breath before speaking, trying to keep his cool.

“You have no idea what you're talking about,” he spits out. “You think you're so perfect, with your perfect grades and your perfect face and your perfect parents, but you're just a hypocrite. You have no right to judge me.”

He continues to fume silently as he paces back and forth across the room, trying to calm himself down. He can feel his blood boiling and his head throbbing with anger. He takes another deep breath and tries to collect his thoughts.

"You know what? I'm tired of people like you. You act like you're better than everyone else, but you're not. You're just a bully. You think you can get away with saying whatever you want to people, but you can't." You reply

He pauses for a moment, still pacing. "I may not be perfect, but at least I'm honest. I'm not afraid to admit my faults and try to improve myself. You should try it sometime."

You feel a surge of anger in response to his words. “I'm not judging you,” you retort. “I'm just calling out your behavior. You can't treat people like garbage and expect them to stick around.”

Jungkook scoffs, shaking his head. “You don't understand anything. You never have.” With that, he storms out of the room, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

Only for him to bump right in Jenna who was casually walking into the apartment.

"What's going on?"

-

Jenna was crying on her bed as you sat next to her, passing her another tissue. "He's such an asshole," she said, her voice cracking with emotion. You wanted to comfort her, to tell her that everything would be okay, but you knew that she wasn't the best in the relationship either.

After a moment of silence, you spoke up. "Jenna, I know it hurts right now, but maybe this is for the best. You deserve someone who treats you with respect and kindness, not someone who makes you feel like this."

Jenna nodded, wiping away her tears. "I know you're right, but it still hurts so much."

You put your arm around her, pulling her close. You could feel the warmth of her body through your clothes, and the scent of her strong perfume filled your senses. "I'm here for you, Jenna," you whispered softly. "We'll get through this together."

Jenna looked up at you with tears in her eyes, mascara running down her cheeks. "Thank you," she said with a weak smile. "You're so nice, y/n. How do you manage to always put everyone else first, but never yourself?"

You thought about her question for a moment, trying to find the right words. "I guess it's just the way I was raised," you said finally. "My parents always taught me to be kind and considerate of others, and I suppose it's just become a part of who I am."

Jenna listened intently to your words, nodding thoughtfully as she took them in. "I really admire your kindness," she said with a pout. "I often wish that I could be more like you. Unfortunately, my parents tend to brush off my problems as if they're insignificant. It can be so frustrating at times." She let out a deep exaggerated sigh and continued, "I can't imagine how difficult it must be for you to face the challenges you and your family do every day. You're so strong, y/n. I wish I had even a fraction of your strength."

Despite her words, you couldn't help but feel a bit uneasy about the way she had hinted at your financial situation. While it's true that you didn't come from money, it had nothing to do with the situation right now.

You awkwardly smile and pat her shoulder, trying to reassure her. "It might be a good idea for you to get some rest. Why don't you invite some of your other friends over for a sleepover? It could be fun."

Jenna gasps, clearly surprised by your offer. "You'd do that?" she asks, her eyes lighting up. You scowl "do what?".

"Leave for he weekend so I can have my friends over!" Jenna's face lights up as she starts to plan out who she can invite.

"Can you stay at Hyun-seok's place, or whatever his name was?" she asks, referring to your other friend. You raise an eyebrow. "Hoseok?" you ask, correcting her pronunciation. "I could ask him, but I'm not sure if he's available this weekend. Maybe I can just stay here-"

"Don't be ridiculous y/n!" Jenna exclaimed, a sly smile on her face. "This place is already small, we'd be too many if you stayed." You internally roll your eyes, wondering how you ever thought Jenna was a true friend.

She was the popular girl at school, and now it seemed that she was more interested in keeping up appearances, seemingly embarrassed to be seen with you. Now that you think about it, she never invited any of her friends over when you were at home either.

As you stand up to leave, you can't help but feel a sense of betrayal. It was clear that your friendship with Jenna had changed, and you weren't sure if it would ever be the same again.

"You're a sweetheart Y/n!" She yells after you, but you just bang your door shut behind you as you walk into your room.

-

The chairs at the library were uncomfortable but you had no other alternative but to sleep on them for the night. Hoseok, your only friend, was visiting his family and you were not particularly close to anyone else.

You couldn't help but feel a pang of loneliness as you thought about Jenna's fun night with her friends. The image of her laughing and gossiping with her friends while wearing facemasks and watching their favorite movies made you realize just how much you missed those carefree days spent with your own friends back in high school. You wondered why you weren't there with her, enjoying pizza and banter, sharing stories of your own.

But then, another thought crossed your mind. Was Jenna really a good friend? Was she always there for you, like you were for her? Or was she just using you, taking advantage of your kindness and generosity?

As you pondered these thoughts, you realized that maybe it was time to stop being so nice to everyone. Maybe it was time to start prioritizing your own needs and desires rather than constantly putting others first. It would be a difficult transition, but you knew that it was necessary for your own growth and happiness. And who knows, maybe in the process, you'd discover new friendships that were more meaningful and fulfilling than the ones you had before-

"Y/n?"

Jungkook's sudden appearance startled you, causing your heart to race with shock. You couldn't help but feel a shiver run down your spine as he stood before you, his piercing gaze fixed on you. You watched as he held a few books in his hand, seemingly unaware of the effect his presence had on you.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, his voice low and commanding. You straightened up, feeling somewhat intimidated by him. "Studying? What else does one do at the library?" you answered in a somewhat defensive tone, quickly snatching the blanket off you.

As you sat there, you couldn't help but think about how strange it was to be alone in the library with Jungkook. Especially after the events of yesterday.

“Really? Looked like you were ready to fall asleep just now” Jungkook teased. You shifted uncomfortably and let out a long sigh.

“What happened?” Jungkook asked softly, moving closer to you. You scooted back a bit, hesitant to let him get too close. "Nothing, really," you replied, trying to play it cool. “I'm just here to study, but Jenna was being a bit loud, and it's hard to concentrate,” you explained.

Jungkook didn't seem convinced. He looked at you with a concerned expression and said, "Y/n, I know you're not telling me everything. You can trust me, you know that."

"That's all it is, I don't know why youre-"

“I don't get you” he starts “you tell me I'm an asshole for being mean, and now that I'm trying to be nice to you, you reject me?” You feel a twinge of guilt. He was right, you did tell him to change.

“I'm sorry... I didn't mean to-" you shrug "to treat you like this just now"

Clearing his throat, Jungkook wakes up from his daydream of staring deeply into your eyes. He looks around the library, taking in the blank walls and the single window.

Breaking the silence, Jungkook turns to you and asks, "So... what's up? Did Jenna kick you out?" You gasp, surprised at his wild guess. "Uhm..."

Jungkook chuckles lightly and explains, "I walked past your place earlier and heard a bunch of giggling and music. Figured you and Jenna were having a party or something."

You nod. "But now that you're here... she kicked you out didn't she?"

You glance around the room, noticing how bare it looks. "Do you think they should redecorate?" you ask, disregarding his question and gesturing at the walls. Jungkook looks around and nods thoughtfully. "Yeah, they could definitely use some new decorations," he agrees, his hand finding yours.

"Y/n," he spoke up, concern etched in his features. "Are you sure you don't have anywhere else to stay?" His voice was soft, yet demanding, as if he already knew the answer.

You bit your lip, not wanting to meet his eyes. You knew it was foolish of you not to fight Jenna when she 'oh so nicely' kicked you out. But you didn't have much of a choice.

He sighed, his expression softening. "Well, you're welcome to stay with me for as long as you need," he offered. You looked up, surprised. You were grateful for his kindness, but also apprehensive about imposing on him for too long. You couldn't help but reflect on how much things have changed since high school.

Back then, you and Jungkook weren't even classmates. You couldn't help but feel a bit uneasy about the idea of depending on him for the weekend. "When I said you should be nicer to people, I didn't mean for you to be nicer to me, Jungkook," you sighed. "It's clear we don't get along, you fucked me over in high school, and let's just say I wasn't particularly nice to you either these past few weeks," you continued. "Let's just- there's nothing that holds us together: we don't have mutual friends or classes."

“But I want to help you,” Jungkook reasons, his voice soft and sincere. He takes a deep breath, his hand still resting on yours. “I know we fought the other day, y/n, and I get if you don't particularly like me, but sometimes we have to set our egos aside and let others help us. You don't have to go through this alone.”

You look down at your intertwined hands, unsure of what to say. “Last time I did that, it didn't really work out, now did it?” you hiss, pulling your hand away.

Jungkook's expression hardens, and he nods. “I'm not saying you have to trust me completely, but maybe give me a chance to prove that ive changed.”

-

As you step into Jungkook's apartment, a large dog greets you with excitement, wagging its tail and jumping around you. It takes you by surprise and you squeak in delight.

"Bam, house!" Jungkook commands, and the dog immediately stops jumping and obediently steps away. "Sorry, that's Bam, my puppy," he says, slightly embarrassed.

You take a closer look at the dog and realize that it is not a puppy at all, but rather a fully grown doberman.

“Puppy? He's huge” your eyes are still wide in surprise.

"Yeahhh" Jungkook blushes. "Well, the guest room is over there, we could order some food if you'd like-"

“I think you've done enough already” you stop him.

You pause for a moment before continuing, “I'm really grateful for you to let me sleep here tonight.” You bow and make your way over to the room he pointed at.

As you close the door behind you, you feel a sense of relief wash over you. Finally, you have a safe place to rest without people constantly shuffling around you like they did in the library earlier.

The room is small but cozy, with a soft bed and a warm blanket. You curl up under the covers after changing and take a deep breath, feeling the weight of the day slowly melt away.

You hope that Jungkooks didn't think you're a weirdo for rejecting ordering dinner but the possibility that your heart might start longing for him again, if he kept being so nice to you, was looming over your mind.

Perhaps you were already too far gone, so deeply lost in your feelings that it seemed impossible to extract yourself. It's possible that your heart has always belonged to him, and that you've held onto that love for so long that it has become a part of you.

Maybe you never let go in the first place.

-

Jenna: I heard you're at Jungkook's place

As you read Jenna's message, you couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. A frown crept onto your face, and you couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled in the pit of your stomach. How did she know?

You: I didn't have anywhere else to stay, and he offered me to sleep at his for the weekend

Jenna: you're a real bitch you know

Reading the text message, you feel a sense of confusion and anger welling up inside you. You can't help but furrow your eyebrows in confusion, wondering where this sudden change in tone is coming from. The fact that it's almost 3 am only adds to your confusion - maybe she's drunk and not thinking straight?

You realize that maybe sleeping at ex-boyfriends place wasn't the smartest idea, which only adds to the complexity of the situation.

You: You kicked me out

Jenna is typing

Jenna is online

Jenna is typing

Jenna is calling you

"You fucking bitch you offered to leave!" Jenna screamed over the phone as soon as you answered.

You tried to explain, "I wanted you to invite your friends over so you could feel better," but she cut you off.

"I mean, are you stupid?" she asked, her voice dripping with disdain. "Why would I want you there when my friends are over? That's just embarrassing."

As you listened to Jenna rant, you couldn't help but feel hurt. Up until this evening you had always thought that you were good friends, but now it seemed like she didn't even want to be around you.

After a few minutes, Jenna's tirade began to peter out. She let out a deep sigh and said, "Look, I'm sorry. You feel hurt, but let's be real, you understand where I'm coming from right?" Her bitchy tone makes you roll your eyes.

"It's okay," you said, feeling a bit numb. "I understand that you're going through a tough time, but you don't have to take it out on me."

Jenna was quiet for a moment before responding. "You're out"

“W-what” you stutter, trying to make sense of her words. You feel an emptiness in your chest as you hear her talk. “I said I'm kicking you out, you fake fucking bitch," she continues, her voice rising. "What did you do huh? Did you fuck him? Bet you liked it, you were always envious of us.”

You take a deep breath and try to stay calm. It's not the first time you've been accused of something you didn't do. You know that she's just trying to hurt you.

Jenna hangs up before you could reply, leaving you feeling a sense of disappointment. You feel a teardrop rolling down your cheek, but before you can wipe it away, the door slams open, revealing Jungkook.

You're surprised and a bit embarrassed, caught in a moment of vulnerability. "I might have eavesdropped," he admits with a hint of anger. You swallow hard and take a deep breath, trying to regain your composure. "I'm okay," you manage to say, hoping to convince both him and yourself that you're fine. But Jungkook seems to see right through you. "Are you sure?" he asks, his expression softening. Suddenly, you feel a sense of comfort in his presence, and you find yourself pouring out your heart to him.

"I don't know," you say, your voice shaking slightly. "Jenna kicked me out".

“Wait what?” he asked incredulously as his shoulders dropped. “Why is she doing that? Can she even do that? Isn't the apartment under both your names?” He asked, walking closer and sitting beside you.

You shrug, and pause for a moment. You think back to the heated argument and the feelings of frustration and anger start to rise up again. You take a deep breath before answering his question, hoping to keep your emotions in check. “She heard I'm staying at your place and got mad” you admit. “And yes, the apartment is under our name. It's just frustrating that she's trying to control my life in this way,” you add.

"what do you think I should do?” you ask.

Jungkook appeared to be surprised by your question, his eyebrows raising slightly. Tongue playing with his piercing as he just stared at you for a second or two. You could tell that he was caught off guard, but also pleased that you were seeking his opinion. "I think it might be good for you to consider moving out," he said sincerely.

You couldn't help but laugh at his suggestion. "Very funny, Jungkook," you replied. "Do I really look like I have enough money to live on my own? I depend on Jenna for so much."

"Well-"

Oh no, you know where this was going. “And I'm not moving in with you,” you interrupt him. You could see the disappointment in his eyes, but you had to be honest with him. “Jungkook, I know you're trying to be a better person, but this would be too much,” you clarify.

“I understand,” he says. “I just thought it would be easier if-” You smile at him, relieved that he is not angry with you. “I'll find a way,” you say. “I always do.” You sigh, taking a last look at the clock, 3am.

As you look at him, you can't help but wonder if he's really changed.

As you two sit there, staring at each other in confusion, you realize that this is it - the moment you've been waiting for since you were 14 years old. But rather than feeling butterflies in your tummy, you panic as Jungkook leans in, his emotions getting the better of him. You turn your face so that he only kisses your cheek, and you can't help but feel a sense of disappointment.

"Goodnight" you whisper, laying down and closing your eyes.

In the darkness, you can hear Jungkook sigh softly. You wonder what he's thinking, and if he's feeling the same sense of regret that you are.

You wish you could read his mind, but you know that's impossible. All you can do is close your eyes and hope that tomorrow will bring some clarity to... everything.

"Goodnight"

-

"Mornin'" You walk into the kitchen, still feeling groggy from just waking up. Last night, having left you more tired than ever.

As you look up, you're surprised to see not only Jungkook but also Kim Namjoon, who you know is the president of several clubs on campus, though you can't quite remember which ones. You greet them with a tentative "Hello?" and raise an eyebrow in question.

Jungkook, being Jungkook, takes charge of the situation and interrupts Namjoon as he begins to speak. "Sit down, y/n," he says, gesturing to an empty chair at the kitchen table.

As you take a seat, you can't help but feel a sense of unease in the pit of your stomach. Jungkook's serious expression only adds to your anxiety. "What's going on?" you ask, trying to mask the shakiness in your voice.

Both men look at each other for a second before Jungkook nods to the older,

Namjoon takes a deep breath before delivering the news. "Jenna got kicked out of college," he says, his voice heavy with concern.

“What,?” you manage to say, eyes wide in shock. “What happened? What did she do? Did she-” Jungkook is the first to calm you down, placing a hand on your shoulder, careful not to cross any boundaries.

“She was caught selling drugs,” he informs you, leaving you in disbelief. You try to process the information, your mind racing with questions. How long had she been doing this? Did she have a drug problem herself?

Jungkook must have sensed your confusion, because he starts to explain further. "Apparently, shes had been involved in selling drugs for quite some time now."

As you looked at Jungkook with watery eyes, you couldn't help but think about how much Jenna had meant to you. You wanted to protect her from anything and everything that could harm her at one point, but now, you just felt pity. "Did you know?"

"No" Jungkook makes sure to sound serious "I didn't"

You can't help but feel a mix of emotions. Part of you is angry that she would put herself in such a dangerous situation, but another part of you feels almost relieved.

You feel a pang of sympathy for Jenna, even if she was the biggest bitch to you these past few days.

You ask, "So what now?" feeling uneasy and fidgeting with your hands. Namjoon responds, "Her belongings are being picked up from her apartment, and she's being sent to a boarding school. She'll be safe and out of harm's way." You nod, relieved to hear that she'll be alright. Jungkook shakes his head and adds, "Rich people, man. She should have..." Before Jungkook can finish his thought, you interject, "Hopefully she'll learn from this experience and make better choices in the future."

You can't help but feel a tinge of sadness for your ex-friend, but you know that this is the best option for her. Perhaps being away from her usual environment will help her turn her life around.

-

"I think it looks good," you say, looking around the room with a smile. The space was small, but cozy, and you felt grateful to Jungkook for convincing you to stay with him until you found an apartment you could afford.

You glance over at him and see him nodding in agreement. "It looks cute," he says with a smile. You feel a sense of warmth in your chest, this time not trying to push it away but rather embracing it.

As you look around the room, you can't help but think about all of the things you still need to do. You make a mental list in your head: find a job, save up for a security deposit, and start looking for a new place. Your thoughts are interrupted when Jungkook speaks up. "All because I helped you," he says with a chuckle.

"Who knew you'd actually turn out to be nice?" You playfully punch him in the arm, grateful for his company and lightheartedness during this stressful time.

Things will be weird the first few days or weeks. However, it is a natural part of the process, and with time and effort, things will get better.

“You did help a lot” you note with gratitude, nodding. “I really appreciate it. I don't know what I would have done without you.”

"Are you sure that-" Your insecurities get the better of you once more, and you begin to worry if you might be a burden. However, Jungkook interrupts your thoughts with a frown and a stern warning. “I'll kick you out if you don't stop saying stuff like that,” he says with a hint of annoyance in his voice.

He walks closer to you and playfully pinches your side, his nose scrunching up in the way you'd always found so adorable. You smile, feeling a sense of safety and comfort in his presence.

"Fine," you giggle, pushing him away. The excitement of the moment is almost too much to handle. You look around the room and marvel at the fact that you are finally living with someone who isnt trying to constantly put you down.

It's truly a dream come true. You can't help but feel a sense of overwhelming accomplishment and gratitude for all the hard work and effort that you've put in to reach this point. You've gone through so much to get here, from falling in love and experiencing heartbreak, to moving away and even dealing with the complicated situation of having your best friend date Jungkook but even when things didn't go as planned and they broke up, you found a way to stay close to each other and build a stronger bond than ever before.

You're happy that you can look back on all those challenges with pride and satisfaction, knowing that you've overcome them.

“Uhh I'm really feeling hungry right now,” you begin, your stomach growling loudly. You turn your head to face Jungkook, who is already staring at you intently. “Would you like to grab some lunch together?” you ask, feeling a warm blush creeping up your neck at how close he is to you.

You can't help but notice the way his eyes sparkle as he mindlessly nods his head in agreement, and you feel a flutter in your chest.

"It's funny, isn't it?" you laugh, "how everything led us back together, like-" you stop to think "It's crazy to think that, out of all the people in the world and all the paths we could have taken, we ended up here, together."

Looking back, there were so many little moments that brought you closer and closer.

"It's almost as if the universe was conspiring to bring us together" Jungkook smiles, eyes on you and only you.

You smile, shaking your head. "You're such a liar," you say, and as you turn to leave, you feel a strong grip around your arm, stopping you in your tracks.

For a moment, you're unsure of what's going on, but before you can say anything, Jungkook's lips meet yours in a soft, unexpected kiss.

You're surprised by the intensity of the moment, but as you relax into his embrace, you realize that this is what you've been wanting all along. Jungkook's kiss is tender and loving, and you feel a sense of safety and belonging that you've never experienced before.

As your lips part, you look into his eyes and know that this is only the beginning of something really really special between the two of you.

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